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Zac laughed and chased Bryce into his room, locking the door behind them and then diving onto him as soon as they were close enough to the bed. “Think you can get away with that?” he demanded, but he didn’t wait for an answer. He tickled Bryce mercilessly, all the way down his ribs and belly, until Bryce was gasping for breath.

“Mercy, mercy.” Bryce could hardly breathe. He struggled up to kiss Zac on the mouth. His towel was long gone now.

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It was so good to see Bryce happy like this. Zac had worried that Bryce’s fears would ruin any good feelings Bryce had after sex. “Only ‘cause I like you so much,” he murmured, kissing Bryce lightly.

“You mean my wiles are working?” Bryce laced his fingers together behind Zac’s head and pulled him close for another kiss, a hot one this time.

Zac’s purr answered for him. Yeah, Bryce’s wiles were working. Zac kissed him back, hot and slow and deep, sliding his hands over Bryce’s chest -- not to tickle this time, but just to touch.

Bryce rolled them over in his bed and cuddled Zac up under him, holding him close. He pulled back and looked down at Zac, looking pleased with himself, like a big dog who’d caught a bunny and planned to viciously give it a bath and a snuggle. “I think I like this boyfriend thing,” he said, then nibbled at Zac’s neck with a happy growl.

“Oh. Oh, good,” Zac managed, half-laughing and half-moaning. “‘Cause I think I do, too.” Being with Bryce was way, way better than one-night stands or any relationship he’d had before now, even with how careful they had to be.

“You wanted something?” Bryce licked under Zac’s jaw and then pulled away to give him a wide-eyed, hopeful look, then actually wriggled with anticipation.

Zac’s eyes widened. He hadn’t really expected Bryce to want to do it again. “Yeah,” he murmured, his dick already hardening at the idea. “Yeah, I did. Will you?”

“Yeah.” Bryce kissed him again, sliding his hand down to stroke Zac’s dick slowly. “I wanna watch you,” he murmured, his cheeks getting pink. “You were so hot in the shower, Zac. I can’t believe I can do that to you.”

“As much as you want.” Zac bit his lip and breathed through his nose, biting back a moan.

“Seriously, Bryce. I love it, and you did it so good. So, so good.”

“Come on.” Bryce nudged Zac toward the heap of pillows at the head of the bed. “I’ll make you feel good again. I promise. Just...” He stole another kiss. “Don’t stop me unless I screw up, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Zac nodded and wriggled up to where Bryce wanted him. “Yeah. Just. Lube, right?” Bryce probably knew, but Zac didn’t want to assume. It wasn’t like Bryce’d had sex with a guy before.

“Yeah.” Bryce reached over and fumbled around in his bedside table, coming out with a small pump-bottle of a popular thick lube marketed for men. “Good?” He flopped on his belly beside Zac and held it up for inspection.

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“Good.” Zac was glad to see it wasn’t just glorified hand lotion. He leaned in to kiss Bryce, showing his approval that way, too.

“My favorite.” Bryce wriggled closer. “But I’ll share with my boyfriend.” He was on his belly at Zac’s side, feet up and crossed at the ankles, propped up on his elbows, giving Zac his sweet smile. That was what let him get away with being a big jackass sometimes, that he could look so innocent. And, under it all, he was that sweet and way more vulnerable than he ever let on to anyone but Zac.

“So generous.” Zac made it sound teasing, but it was true. Bryce was the kind of guy who’d give somebody the shirt off his back, if they asked for it.

“So worth it.” Bryce leaned in for another kiss, this one hot and hungry. He shifted so he could slide a hand over Zac’s chest and belly.

Zac kissed him backand arched into the petting, all stretched out and open and ready for Bryce’s touches. Funny, how all the time he’d joked that Bryce could get laid by thinking about it, he’d never thought that it might be because Bryce was
good
at it. He should have known. Bryce was good at everything except feeling good about himself.

***

Being able to goof off with Zac, make out with him, make him come hard, all of it made him feel like he could be a good boyfriend to Zac. It made him feel right about all of this. Whatever his father and brothers had mocked him about, it wasn’t this. They didn’t have a clue.

He should’ve understood that it wasn’t even about being queer. What made his dad and brothers act so shitty was all about power. Being scared had kept him from seeing it. His brothers were being jerks, but Bryce knew his dad just wanted him to be strong. What even Bryce had missed until now was that being half the person he could be made him weak.

If Bryce had known how good it could be, he wouldn’t have been so afraid. If he’d known that he wouldn’t damage a guy he cared about by being his lover, he wouldn’t have been so skittish around Zac. He didn’t want to be like that anymore. Sex with Zac made him feel so good and Zac was so good to him.

He rolled up to lean over Zac and kiss him harder, feeling Zac’s dick responding in anticipation of what they were about to do. Dropping the lube, he ran his hands over Zac’s body and pushed Zac’s thighs open. God, he wanted to get his fingers inside Zac, to make him make those noises all over again. As long as he focused on Zac, his brain didn’t run away with him.

Zac opened up for him so easily, like he wanted it just as much as Bryce did. Like he wanted
Bryce
. That was so amazing.

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Bryce got between Zac’s thighs and used his knees to hold Zac open, finally pulling away from their kisses to sit back and look at Zac all spread out for him. Zac was hard again and Bryce bit his lip, realizing how much he wanted to get his mouth on Zac’s dick.
Maybe in a little bit
. He couldn’t even say why he wanted it so much except that having his mouth on it was delicious; that was what had got him in trouble the first time. He got lube on the fingers of one hand and rubbed the other over Zac’s muscled belly.

“God, Zac. You are just fucking hot.” Zac’s lithe, fit body, luscious mouth, and beautiful eyes made him a hell of a package. And that dick. Bryce was liking the waxed-clean look. He petted Zac’s balls and the base of his dick. “You gotta do this to me,” he murmured. “If you want to, that is,” he added. He wanted Zac to like looking at him.

“Yeah?” Zac looked surprised, but then his gaze skimmed Bryce’s body and his eyes widened even more. “Yeah. We can do that.”

Bryce watched Zac’s face as he slid a slick finger down behind Zac’s balls, rubbing the smooth skin there. He stroked Zac’s balls and dick with his clean hand.

Zac let his head fall back against the pillows, shifting into the touches. “Feels good,” he murmured, knotting his hands in the sheets.

Bryce shivered at that tone. He slid his fingers back and played around Zac’s hole, remembering how wound up Zac had gotten in the shower just from being touched there. He cupped Zac’s balls in his clean hand, caressing them gently and making sure he got a good view of what his lubed fingers were doing.

Zac’s eyes slid closed as he moaned softly. His breath came faster with each passing moment, until he was growling and arching up against Bryce’s fingers. “Bryce... Fuck, Bryce, so good.” Bryce gave him a little pressure, his fingers still moving in circles. There was nothing about it he didn’t love: Zac’s body spread out, the curves of his asscheeks, the way his dark skin darkened even more and got shadowy and puckered around that secret place that seemed to make him feel so good. Bryce wondered what it would be like to slide his tongue in there, if it would be dreadful or tolerable or good, and the thought shocked him, but not enough to make himself stop touching. Instead, he pressed his fingers in deeper to open Zac up.

“Oh, God. Yeah, please...” Zac was so tight, but his body opened right up with the pressure, welcoming Bryce’s fingers inside. He panted a little, like he was trying to catch his breath, and then he was moaning, writhing to push himself onto Bryce’s fingers.

It was beautiful, watching Zac’s body begging him for more. Bryce was enchanted in a way he’d never let himself be about sex before. He watched two of his fingers slowly slide into Zac, teasing them back out and pushing them in to the first knuckle, then working them deeper and deeper. He rubbed at Zac’s perineum with his slick thumb, feeling Zac’s body so intensely and intimately that it took his breath away.

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Zac let go of the sheets and grabbed the backs of his knees instead, pulling his legs up and opening himself up even more. As promised, he didn’t say anything to stop Bryce. He moaned Bryce’s name, sounding so good, sounding like Bryce was making him feel so good.

Oh
. “Oh, Zac.” Bryce hardly knew he was speaking.
So beautiful
. He got his fingers all the way in, pulling them out and sliding them back in with a twist, working until he found the perfect spot inside to make Zac writhe with pleasure. “More?” he whispered roughly.

At first, Zac’s only answer was a moan. He bit his lip and his back arched. After a moment, he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I want another one.” His voice was low, raspy, like he was already so far gone he could hardly speak.

“God.” Bryce was so hard, but all he cared about right now was Zac. He worked a third finger in until he was fucking Zac with them to the last knuckles, turning his wrist to let Zac feel everything on the way in and out. He could feel the pressure of his thumb from the outside and that was such a fucking turn-on, to be
inside
Zac like this. His breath came raggedly and he was moaning in the back of his throat.

“Fuck, yeah,” Zac moaned, as Bryce stroked his fingers in and out again. “Fuck me, Bryce. So good. God. I want.” His hands were clenched tight on the backs of his thighs, keeping his legs up. He was holding still, probably out of necessity from the position, but his breath was coming fast and uneven, and his dick was leaking pre-come onto his belly.

Oh, God
. Bryce wanted to be inside him so much right then. He didn’t want to stop to grab a condom, he wanted to pull his fingers out and sink his dick into Zac’s tight heat. No condom.

Just bare. Just his mouth on Zac’s mouth, his body on Zac’s body, his dick
in
Zac’s body. Just fantasy, a new fantasy, but so good.

Groaning, he pushed his fingers in deep, got his other hand around the base of Zac’s dick, and leaned forward to suck it down. He loved oral sex with fingers when he was with women; it wasn’t a huge leap to make here. He wanted Zac to go crazy under him. He’d give up watching to feel it and hear it.

“
Bryce
. Oh, God. Yeah.” Zac was whimpering, even when he wasn’t speaking, just desperate little noises that came out with each breath. “Fuck, that’s so good. Just like that, Bryce. You feel so good.”

Bryce groaned and went down on him hungrily. He wanted more; he wanted everything. He wanted a camera to watch this later. He didn’t have time to be startled by the flood of erotic thoughts that accompanied the fullness of Zac’s dick in his mouth and the tightness of Zac’s ass around his fingers. He was writhing on his knees, worshipping Zac in a way he’d never have imagined he could.

Zac’s dick was leaking pre-come into Bryce’s mouth, slick and salty, and Zac was babbling breathlessly about how good Bryce’s mouth felt, how good his fingers felt, how Zac wanted them deep inside him, begging Bryce not to stop,
God, please, don’t stop
.

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Bryce gave him what he wanted, fucking him as deep as he could, groaning around Zac’s dick, sucking hungrily to swallow down all that slickness. It just turned him on, the way all he could smell and taste was Zac. He wasn’t going to stop, desperate to make Zac feel good.

Zac’s whimpers slid into needy gasps and he writhed under Bryce. “God, Bryce, I’m gonna.

You. Fuck. You should. God. Harder, please. I need. I have to.” He was mostly incoherent, but his balls tightening under Bryce’s hand said what Zac couldn’t: he was going to come soon, and if Bryce wanted to move, now was his chance.

Bryce had no intention of taking his mouth away, though. Zac’s third orgasm of the night wasn’t likely to gag him, and he wanted to finish what he’d started. He fucked Zac as hard as he dared, shoving his fingers in to the knuckles over and over again, feeling Zac’s body clutching at him, angling his hand to hit Zac right inside. His moans were pleading, begging Zac to let go and give it up for him.
Please, Zac
.

He got what he wanted. Zac’s gasps all sounded like Bryce’s name, and the thrust of Bryce’s fingers set off shockwaves through Zac’s body, shivers that rolled through him from the inside out, and then Zac was coming, flooding Bryce’s mouth with heat.

Moaning, Bryce swallowed Zac’s come, shivering with knowing what he was doing. It was okay because he was doing it for Zac, for his best friend who would never tell anyone about them.

And, God, it was so good to
feel
Zac come, to be the one who did that for him. So good.

Finally, Zac relaxed. He let his legs slide back down to the bed and he stroked the side of Bryce’s face with one hand. “So good, Bryce.” Even though he’d already come, he wasn’t moving to get Bryce’s fingers out of him; he was still writhing against them a little, still pushing down on them.

Bryce let Zac’s dick slide out of his mouth, but instinctively, he was still finger-fucking Zac’s ass. He kissed Zac’s hand, then looked up at him, feeling drugged on Zac’s pleasure. He hardly knew what he was doing, just that he was incredibly turned on right now and wanted Zac to tell him what to do.

“Hey.” Zac smiled softly and cupped Bryce’s cheek in his hand. “C’mere. I wanna kiss you.” Bryce slid his fingers out reluctantly and crawled up to kiss Zac, seeking reassurance. He cuddled up against Zac’s body, his hard dick sliding against the hollow of Zac’s hip and making him shiver. “Hi,” he said between kisses.

Zac tangled his fingers in Bryce’s hair and kissed him hungrily, licking into Bryce’s mouth and, Bryce realized, tasting himself on Bryce’s tongue. He was moaning into the kisses, arching up and hooking one leg over Bryce’s to pull Bryce down against him.