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Bryce got a hand on the back of his head and kissed him back hungrily. “Me, too. I mean. You. I like how you look. I make sure I don’t look in the showers, because you make me feel like I can’t breathe,” he confessed.

Damn
. That made Zac want to roll Bryce over onto his back and kiss him until neither of them could breathe. He kissed over Bryce’s jaw and down to the soft spot behind his ear, and slid his
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fingers back behind Bryce’s balls to rub gently. “Gonna fuck me in the showers sometime?” he asked quietly, mostly teasing, even though the idea was very, very appealing.

“Yes.” There wasn’t any hesitation in Bryce’s answer, and he slid a hand down between Zac’s thighs, mirroring Zac’s touches. “In the back, up against the wall, under the hot water.” Once the natatorium was closed down for the night, it was dim and abandoned, even a little creepy unless you were with someone. Zac muffled his moan against Bryce’s neck. He slid his hand back up to stroke Bryce’s cock lightly, just tracing his fingertips over the smooth condom.

“‘S gonna feel so good,” he murmured.

“I want you like that,” Bryce whispered. He slid his hand back, his fingertips teasing at Zac’s entrance. “Just... I want to put you up against the wall and fuck you, drag you off into the trees and pull you down to the ground with me, I just...
you
make me think those things. So many things. I can’t believe my own head.”

“God, Bryce...” Zac could imagine all of that, how it would feel for Bryce to want him that much, that he couldn’t resist doing it like that. The way Bryce’s fingers felt, touching him like that, just made the image more intense in his mind. “I wanna feel you fuck me.” Bryce nodded unsteadily. “Turn over,” he said roughly. “I will. I wanna make you feel good.

Just... just tell me anything you want me to do.”

“Yeah.” Zac shifted away and turned over, settling on his elbows and knees. He looked over his shoulder at Bryce. “This okay for you?” He didn’t want to do anything that didn’t work for Bryce; Bryce liking this was almost more important than whether
he
liked it.

“Yeah.” The word came out raw, like a growl. Bryce ran a hand over Zac’s ass and moved to get behind him. “You look so good.” A moment later, a slick finger was teasing Zac’s hole, circling and nudging in.

“Oh, yeah.” Zac arched back into the push of Bryce’s finger. “Just... Just like you did before.” Bryce had made him feel so good, last time.

“I keep thinking about that.” Bryce’s voice was a low rumble, just loud enough to reach Zac’s ears. “You were so fucking tight and sweet. And your dick in my mouth... it was so, so good. I wanted to pull my fingers out and push into you, feel you hot around me, fuck you until you came...”

Oh, fuck
. “I wanted you to,” Zac admitted, resting his forehead on the backs of his hands. It was hard to be patient, but he wanted to really be ready for Bryce; he didn’t know how big a disaster it would be if Bryce hurt him accidentally, but it would be more than Zac thought he could repair. “I want you to, tonight. I want. Fuck, Bryce. Another finger, please.” Bryce gave him what he needed with a groan. “I wanna be in you, Zac.”
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Zac’s hips rolled into the little thrusts of Bryce’s fingers. Fuck, he wanted that so much, wanted to feel Bryce push into him and fuck him. “Yeah, Bryce. I want that, too. I want to feel you like that.”

By the time Bryce had three fingers working in and out of Zac, he was whimpering. He couldn’t stay still, not quite, and Zac could feel the way he was trembling. And the little noises Bryce was making... It was so hot, how fucking easy it was to make Bryce crazy with need. Zac hadn’t felt that from anyone else he’d been with, not like this. Zac was panting, now, almost desperate for it.

“Fuck me, Bryce.” He had enough presence of mind to add, “Go slow at first. Gimme a chance to get used to it, okay?”

“Okay.” There was a pause as Bryce slicked his cock and then the head slid against Zac’s asscrack and nudged inside. Bryce’s breath caught and he leaned in slowly, letting Zac take him in. “Oh, God,” he muttered. “Zac...”

“Yeah. Just like that.” Zac’s words came out on a soft moan, and he pushed back onto Bryce’s dick, taking it faster. “Fuck, that’s good. So good, Bryce.”

“You are so fucking
tight
.” Bryce’s voice was in his ear now, aching and breathless. He had his hands on either side of Zac’s shoulders and as he slid in, he pressed close against Zac’s back.

“Oh, fuck.
Zac
.”

“Yeah, Bryce. God.” Zac could feel his body just opening up and letting Bryce inside. He loved that feeling, the way he felt so tight inside, so vulnerable. “Just... just give me a second before you start moving.” He needed to catch his breath, to relax a little more.

“Anything.” Bryce kissed the side of Zac’s neck. “God, Zac. So good.” He stayed very still, trembling a little.

“You feel good inside me like that,” Zac murmured, drawing slow breaths to let his body relax and open up. He gave a little roll of his hips, testing, and moaned with it. “Yeah, yeah, that’s so good.” He pushed back against Bryce. “C’mon.”

Bryce moved slowly, a few shallow strokes before he leaned back and took Zac’s hips in his hands. He moaned and his hands tightened as he moved a little faster, longer strokes. “Zac, oh, fuck. Zac. Tell me what to do.”

The long strokes felt so good and deep. Zac shifted around, trying to get just the right angle. “I like it hard,” he admitted quietly, rubbing his cheek against his knuckles.

Bryce wasn’t tentative about it. He was careful, but he moved harder, moaning softly, fucking Zac with long strokes and pulling Zac back to meet him at the end of each. “Zac...” He moaned Zac’s name, low and drawn out as he responded to Zac’s moving and shifting, giving him a better angle.

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“Bryce, fuck.” That felt so good, and Bryce sounded so good. Zac pushed back into Bryce’s thrusts, taking it, moaning with it. Bryce was so big inside him. “God, yeah, like that. Fuck me.

You. Damn. So good, Bryce.”

Bryce gave it to him a little harder, but not faster, meeting him over and over and over again. His breath was ragged, coming out in soft grunts of pleasure. His hands were tight on Zac’s hips, and he was getting the hang of it. After a while, Zac had to burrow his face into the pillows to keep from crying out too loudly. It felt so good, especially now, as Bryce really seemed to be getting into it.

Zac always envied the way Bryce could focus when he had to, the way physical skills just came naturally to him. Seemed it was the same with sex. God, Bryce learned fast. He was on the verge of losing it, though. It showed in the way his hips rolled and whimpers escaped him, the way he was fucking Zac with more desperation now, filling Zac up with his big dick over and over again.

Zac could feel him slipping, and it was such a turn-on. He shifted over to one elbow and slid his other hand underneath him to jerk off. On impulse, though, he slid his fingers past his dick to feel Bryce’s cock pushing into him.
Oh, oh, man
. That was hot. He’d never felt that before. He could feel his own smooth, slick skin and Bryce’s cock and, fuck, it felt incredible. Bryce moved with him, and before Zac was done touching, Bryce’s hand curled around Zac’s dick and Bryce moaned again, louder.

“
Bryce
...” Zac barely managed to muffle his cry, and he had to drop his hand back down to the bed so he could brace himself.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” Bryce groaned. “This what you want?” Zac shuddered hard, shoving himself back onto Bryce’s cock and then forward again into Bryce’s hand. “Oh, fuck, Bryce,” he ground out, heat spreading through him. “Yeah. I want.” He kept moving like that, tight around Bryce’s cock, with Bryce’s hand tight around him, until he was muffling his sharp cries in the pillow and coming all over Bryce’s hand.

“Oh, God. Zac,” Bryce whispered, sounding awed. “Zac, I love making you come.” He buried his face in Zac’s neck to silence himself as he kept fucking Zac through his orgasm.

Zac couldn’t say anything; he just gave little moans in response to everything Bryce was saying and doing. It all felt so good.
So good
. He hadn’t expected it to feel that good, especially since Bryce hadn’t been with guys before him. Still, Bryce was so good at listening to what Zac needed, paying attention to what felt good, and that made all the difference.

Bryce came with a soft sob against Zac’s neck, his hips moving faster, his breath catching. He stopped stroking Zac to cling to him instead, pulling him back into his uneven thrusts. “Zac, Zac...”

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“So good, Bryce,” Zac whispered, arching to make sure every thrust hit just right. “Yeah, wanna feel you come for me.”

Bryce shook as he came, tremors running through him as he drove into Zac again and again. He didn’t say anything, gasping for breath, forehead pressed against Zac’s shoulder as he finally quit moving.

Zac let his body slide down onto the bed, taking Bryce down with him. He felt so good, sated and warm all over. He recovered enough sense to remember to be worried about Bryce, though.

“You okay?”

Bryce nodded against his shoulder, hanging onto him. He moved to shove his face against the nape of Zac’s neck, breathing hard.
Oh, good
. Zac just rested there, relaxing and catching his breath, letting Bryce do the same. After a while, Bryce shifted, reaching for the tissues and pulling out slowly. His breath caught, and then he’d moved away and was cleaning up.

Zac swallowed down the instinctive whimper that always came when he was left empty after being so perfectly filled up. Bryce had felt even more deliciously big inside him than he’d imagined; everything Zac could handle while being taken hard. He rolled over onto his back and stretched out, feeling lazy and good.

“You okay?” Bryce hit the trashcan with the balled-up tissue and condom, even in the dark, then turned to Zac. He leaned over Zac, smoothing his hand over Zac’s bare scalp.

“Mmmhmm.” Zac arched and stretched again, rumbling at how he could feel everywhere Bryce had been. “‘M good.” He reached up, cupping Bryce’s cheek in his hand, and drew Bryce down for a kiss.

Bryce curled around him, seeking reassurance and kissing him back. “That was good,” he said unsteadily.

Oh, Bryce.
“Yeah, it really was.” Zac brushed Bryce’s hair back from his face. He couldn’t see Bryce’s expression, but he could hear his voice. It was getting easier to tell when Bryce was feeling edgy or worried about things.

“Good.” Bryce hid his face in Zac’s neck and didn’t say anything more; he just breathed.

Zac kept petting him, hooking one leg over Bryce’s to hold him close. He nuzzled into Bryce’s hair, trying not to worry too much about how quiet Bryce was being. They had such a good thing, being together, and he didn’t want to think that having sex like this, letting Bryce fuck him, could’ve ruined it.

Bryce’s breathing slowed until it was obvious that he was falling asleep. His breath caught with little hitches once in a while, but otherwise he was still. Even in near-sleep, he was trying to hold on to Zac as best he could, as though Zac were going to disappear. Zac held onto him and relaxed, closing his eyes and following Bryce down into sleep.

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Bryce slept terribly, but he managed not to wake Zac with it. He kept waking up with a shock every time his brain remembered what they’d done. Then he fell soundly asleep just minutes before he should have woken Zac up to go back to his own room. The alarm didn’t go off, either.

The sun was coming in around the blinds when he finally woke again, with Zac cuddled up in his arms.

Zac was sound asleep, smiling a little and curled up against Bryce like he belonged there. He was still completely bare, his silky, dark skin slightly tacky to the touch where lube or come had dried, but in his sleep, Zac didn’t seem to mind. God, Zac looked sweet.

And,
shit
. It was late. God, what if someone had looked in Zac’s room? What if they’d found out that Bryce’s door was locked? They could put it together, and... Bryce made himself breathe and look at Zac instead. There was no good in panicking when something more important was right there in Bryce’s arms.

Zac was so beautiful. Looking at him made Bryce’s chest hurt. He knew Zac was casual about sex. So was Bryce, except when it came to actual fucking. That, he did with someone he was serious about. It wasn’t something he wanted to get into with a girl unless he really liked her.

Maybe it was different with guys; he’d been in more of a hurry than he’d expected, but it kind of didn’t count because it was Zac. Zac was a special case.

He was serious about Zac, and he didn’t know how serious Zac was about him. He didn’t want to seem like a girl, getting all emotional about taking the step to fucking, getting emotional about dating and being together. He hated what a loser he was and kept cramming it down inside and hoping no one noticed.

Slowly, Zac started to wake up. Bryce could tell, because Zac was shifting around, snuggling closer, and making sleepy sounds.
So cute
. Bryce couldn’t help the thought.

Zac blinked sleepily up at him, smiling. “Morning.”

“Hey.” Bryce smiled back, feeling a surge of anxiety and affection at once. “We kinda slept in.

Sorry.”

“Mmm.” Zac closed his eyes and rested his face against Bryce’s chest. “How late? We didn’t, like, miss practice or anything, did we?”

“I think we missed everything.” Bryce twisted a little to see the clock. “It’s almost ten. I must have hit the wrong button last night when I turned on the music. Sorry.”
I’m such an idiot
.

Zac yawned and raised his head to blink at Bryce. “Coach is gonna kill us. Maybe we can call him and make it up this afternoon or something.” He smiled and shrugged a little. “It’s not the first time I’ve missed practice. Probably the best reason, though.”
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That helped a little, so did the smile. “Maybe I should call,” Bryce said quietly. “And I should go make sure no one else is here.” He was really worried that Kaede had checked in on them. He’d have woken up if he’d heard the doorknob rattle, wouldn’t he? Kaede was grumpy with them lately and Bryce didn’t know why. Maybe he’d just left, or he’d been gone last night. Bryce wished he’d checked twice.