Rory dropped to his knees and wrapped his hand around his cock. He gave it another hard pump before he lifted it up and slipped his tongue over Zeke’s sac. Zeke curled his toes into the carpet and tried to control himself. He was so fucking close to coming.
“Beautiful,” Rory said as he leaned forward to lick up one side of Zeke’s penis. His breath feathered over Zeke’s flesh and he shivered. Then, Rory looked up at Zeke and slowly, took the tip into his mouth. Rory swirled his tongue around the tip, as he pumped his cock. He pulled back, licked down one side, teasing the tip of his penis, then down to his sac again. Little nips against his sensitive skin pulled another drop of precome to the surface and Zeke could feel his orgasm approaching. As Rory continued to pump him with his hand, he took Zeke’s penis into his mouth fully. His other hand was on his ass, his fingers digging into his skin as if he was afraid he would go somewhere. There was no chance in that.
Closer and closer, Rory pushed him toward that edge, but just as Zeke was about to come, Rory pulled back.
“Fuck,” Zeke muttered as he watched Rory pull off his shirt. Rory stood and attacked his pants. He was naked within seconds. Not able to resist, Zeke skimmed his hand over Rory’s chest then slipped it down to Rory’s impressive erection. Rory leaned his head back and groaned as Zeke stroked him a few times. He wanted to make Rory lose control. Before he could though, Rory tumbled them back onto the bed. Zeke heard a thunk and realized the suitcase had fallen on the floor. He ignored it.
Rory wasted no time. He straddled Zeke’s face and took his head in his hands. Zeke eagerly opened his mouth and took him in. Deeper and deeper Rory thrust into Zeke’s mouth. His fingers dug into Zeke’s scalp as Zeke slid his hands to Rory’s ass. A drop of precome danced over his taste buds.
Each time he took him in his mouth deeper and deeper. He wanted that, wanted to taste him as he came, but Rory had other ideas. He pulled back and then moved off him.
“Fuck.”
The exasperation was easy to hear and Zeke smiled. It wasn’t often he could push him that far. Rory scooted down Zeke’s body so they were lying groin to groin, their cocks pressed together. Zeke closed his eyes and sighed. Rory cupped his face and kissed him. Frustration and desire filled the gesture.
When he pulled back, he looked at Zeke for a long while.
“I love you, Zee.”
The words were whispered but without hesitation. It had taken him so long to finally tell Zeke of his love it was always a joy to hear. Zeke smiled.
“I love you too.”
Rory smiled at him. It was almost embarrassing how his heart flip-flopped. He really did love this man, almost more than he loved himself. He had never really been serious about another man in all his life. There had been others, but there was only one Rory. There was a part of his heart—part of his soul—that had known that all along.
Rory slipped out of bed, and offered his hand. Zeke took it and stood, his heart hammering against his chest. Rory knelt down in front of him, kissing and nipping at the skin as he went. Zeke slipped his hands down to Rory’s head and fucked his mouth. God, it felt good, the damp, warm recesses of his mouth, the way he moved his tongue over the tip of Zeke’s cock always got to him. He continued pumping in and out of his Rory’s mouth, but his rhythm quickened as he felt his orgasm take over. One hard thrust and he came, holding Rory’s head still as he thrust one last time in his mouth and giving over to the pleasure.
Rory gave Zeke’s cock one last lick before he kissed his way back up his body. Then, he turned Zeke toward the bed. He skimmed his hands down Zeke’s back. God, the man had the hands of a god. Just one little touch and Zeke was turned to jelly. Rory trailed his fingers down to Zeke’s ass. Zeke settled his hands on the mattress as he felt Rory pull his cheeks apart before he entered him in one hard thrust.
Fuck, that felt good. The connection was stronger than ever. Rory thrust in and out of his ass, his groans were music to Zeke’s ears. It didn’t take long before Rory was groaning Zeke’s name. He leaned over him, his chest against Zeke’s back. He could feel his lover’s heart hammering as Rory kissed the back of his neck.
He pulled out of Zeke’s ass and they fell onto the bed but unlike all the years before, Rory held onto him, tightly. Zeke could be pissed, he could be worried, but he couldn’t say that things hadn’t changed between them.
Zeke just hoped that this time Rory was there for good.
* * * *
Rory didn’t always enjoy lying around in bed with lovers. He rarely seemed to be able to settle even after a good bout of sex. With Zee, it was different. No matter where they were, Rory could find himself at peace if Zee was beside him.