“Bed. Now.” Pike grabbed Zack’s hand and hauled him toward his room.
“As you wish...” Zack dropped his hand and chased after him, easily scooping Pike up, who shouted as his towel fluttered to the floor. Laughing, Zack tossed a squirming Pike on the bed.
“Just gotta show off, right, Muscles?” Pike laughed as he made himself at home on Zack’s bed, flipping over to his stomach and stretching out on the white comforter. He patted the space next to him, like he was calling for one of the cats, neither of whom was anywhere to be seen.
Still wrapped in his towel, Zack perched on the edge of the bed. Hell. He really didn’t know what came next. Was Pike expecting sex? Like actual fucking? That still made Zack’s stomach a bit wobbly. Or the jerking-off-together thing? Or—
“Stop thinking.” Pike tugged him down next to him on the bed. “I can hear your brain creaking from here. It’s distracting.”
“I’m not sure what to do,” Zack admitted, not looking at Pike.
“There’s no wrong answer.” Pike stroked his arm. “We can sleep—”
Zack snorted because that was so not happening.
“—or just go with what you want most. I’m a pretty easy-to-please guy, Zack.”
“Anything?” Zack rolled so that he loomed over that insolent mouth.
“Yup.” Not intimidated in the slightest, Pike gave him an impish grin. “Unless you want a list of suggestions. Or we could watch porn together, give you some ideas—”
Zack cut him off by straddling his waist and pinning his upper body to the mattress. “I don’t need some sort of remedial sex classes.” Except you kind of do. Zack told that little nugget of wisdom to kindly go fuck off. He could figure this out. “And I don’t watch porn.”
“Hold up. Never. You’ve never watched porn?”
“Never let myself search for it before. I’ve seen some straight stuff that buddies shared, but not any gay porn.”
Pike shook his head sadly, still not struggling against Zack’s grip. “I’m getting you a Peppy Boys subscription tomorrow.”
“You are not.” Zack growled a warning.
“Fine, fine, you can borrow mine.” Pike flopped his head all dramatic like. “But dude, you sucked cock like a champ. Was that all just from your imagination?”
“One hundred percent. Is that you angling for a repeat?” Not that that would be a hardship—Zack had been dreaming about sucking Pike again.
“Nah.” Pike gave him another shameless grin. “You going all toppy on me here—” he pretended to struggle against Zack’s hands “—is pretty damn entertaining. Can’t wait see what you do next.”
Toppy. There was that word again, the one that meant Zack would do the still-hypothetical fucking, something that sent a strange thrill up his spine. And judging by his smile, Pike wasn’t entirely opposed to this. Did he want to fuck Pike? He still wasn’t entirely sure, but he did know that having control like this made his dick rifle-barrel hard and about as ready to shoot.
“This. I do this.” Still pinning Pike down, Zack dipped his head, claiming Pike’s mouth in a scalding kiss. His tongue sought Pike’s, fucking his way into his mouth with short little licks, and then longer, deeper delves as Pike yielded to him. Underneath him, Pike bucked, hips rising up to meet Zack’s. He’d lost his towel in all the wrestling around, and the jolt of their dicks dragging against each other made Zack moan against Pike’s lips. Gasping, he broke the kiss, instinctively meeting Pike’s thrusts.
Pike wrapped a leg around Zack’s ass and thighs, deepening the contact. This was far different from the shower jerking they’d done and not just because they were in a bed—the kissing felt more urgent, the thrusting more deliberate and the contact between their dicks not as slick, but more friction equaled more sensation. Without the conditioner as lube, Zack could feel every wet kiss of Pike’s cockhead against his own. Such a fucking rush, knowing that Pike was leaking for him.
Blood pounded in his ears as he rutted against Pike. His lips feasted on Pike’s ears and neck—each moan and plea from Pike making him tremble inside with ever-rising need. He wasn’t quite sure what he needed, just that it needed to be soon.
“Fuck. Oh God. Zack.” Pike was chanting under him, arms straining against Zack’s hold, whole body bowing. Warmth hit Zack’s belly. Unfamiliar pride surged through him, mixing up with the need coursing through him. I fucked an orgasm out of my guy like a boss.
His hips snapped, dick gliding through the slick. So close. Almost. Fuck. He needed...
“Off.” Pike shoved at his shoulders, and Zack rolled to his back. Hell. Had he screwed things up somehow? Had Pike not wanted to come that way? Should he have—
“Unnngh.” He made an incoherent noise when Pike’s mouth connected with his dick. Oh. Oh yes. A tongue was licking him. And he’d fantasized about this before—vague sensations of wet and heat—but nothing that came close to the sensations streaming through him, an endless loop of pleasure. Then Pike swallowed him and a whole new world of awesome opened up.