The River Leith (15 page)

Leith gave himself up to the astonishing fact that although he was kissing a man, and his cock ached, hard and straining against his jeans, and though the air around him fairly hummed with his lust, he wasn’t freaking out. Not even a little, and for the first time since he’d woken up in the hospital he felt completely at peace, like he was a river that had rushed home to the ocean, and found itself calm and still.

The next few minutes were a blur. Zach’s hard shoulders felt right under his hands, and Zach’s strong neck so good against his lips. He shivered at the scratch of barely there stubble against his tongue. They were strange sensations, entirely different from the bodies Leith was used to, and yet alive and vibrant, nearly quivering with life under his touch.

Leith ran his hands down Zach’s arms, sturdy and well-built, muscled and beautiful, and he grabbed Zach’s hands, moving one to the aching hardness where his cock pressed against his jeans.

Zach made a noise against Leith’s mouth, and for a solitary second, Leith nearly woke from the lustful, deep trance he’d fallen into with a stab of worry that this was not what his friend wanted. But before he could speak, Zach’s fingers outlined Leith’s cock, massaging the head and rubbing along the length. Leith spread his legs wider and dragged Zach closer still, Zach’s mouth soft and wet, and eager against his own.

The friction along his cock was not nearly enough, and Leith pulled away from the kiss long enough to look into Zach’s eyes, the brilliant green-blue nearly swallowed by lust-enlarged pupils. Leith whispered, “Zach…”

Zach took a deep breath, and his eyelashes fluttered as he seemed to try to calm himself. All the while his hand moved steadily over the denim covering Leith’s cock. Zach glanced over his shoulder for a moment, and Leith remembered that an outside world existed and that they were in it.

He tore his gaze away from Zach’s face, and his eyes traced over the patches of light and the red, orange, and pink roses; the thick of the shrub hiding them, and the oak tree that blocked the view the other direction. It wasn’t entirely private, but he didn’t care.

When he imagined stopping now, his cock throbbed and his heart pounded, and the depths of calm that seemed to fill him up threatened to ebb away. He couldn’t let Zach move away from him now. He couldn’t stop touching Zach’s skin, or kissing his mouth, because there was no way he could handle going back to missing something
—
missing a piece of his puzzle. Missing
this
.

Zach’s gentle eyes on his face seemed to track his thoughts, and he moved to unbutton Leith’s jeans. His hand on Leith’s cock was big and warm, and Leith shakily put his own over Zach’s, feeling the tendons move as they jerked Leith’s cock together. Disconnected thoughts flooded Leith’s mind.

His hand is so big. His mouth is hot. How is this so good? I need this. So much. He’s amazing.

And then, like a ribbon tying him to something he couldn’t remember, he knew they’d done this before. He grabbed Zach’s head, pulling him into another kiss, whimpering against Zach’s mouth as his hips lifted with small thrusts, pushing his cock into Zach’s fist.

He rocked and gasped, and Zach broke free just as Leith clenched, feeling the intense grip of an intense orgasm begin. Zach ducked his head down, and his mouth was hot, hot, hot around the head of Leith’s cock.

Leith hunched over him protectively, resting his forehead against the back of Zach’s head. He grunted as Zach sucked, and shuddered hard as he came in a blinding rush, shaking and spurting into Zach’s mouth. Zach swallowed before pulling off and carefully tucking Leith’s cock back into his jeans.

The tenderness Leith felt for Zach could have brought tears to his eyes, but he pulled Zach up for another kiss, his own come tasting bitter and strange in Zach’s mouth. Leith was filled with an emotion both new and all encompassing, spreading over him and leaving him exposed.

Zach’s expression reflected an emotion even more delicate than his own, and Leith wanted to say something to make him smile, or make him understand, but he didn’t know how to express it. Instead he found himself whispering, “Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been so unhappy.”

Zach shook his head and brought his forehead to Leith’s. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want that. I didn’t know what to do.”

Then he dropped his face to Leith’s shoulder and broke into soft tears. Leith didn’t know what to do, so he went with his instinct and wrapped Zach in his arms, soothing him quietly in the oak’s shade.

“Are you sure they don’t mind if I stay all night?”

Leith waved his hand. “Of course not.” He eyed the narrow bed, trying to breathe evenly. “They were fine with it last time, remember?”

He pulled back the covers and climbed in before Zach could raise any other objections about decorum. Besides, they were both in their underwear and there was nothing decorous about their obvious erections. If Zach was worried, he should get in the bed and cover up. He patted the mattress beside him, exhaling in a rush when Zach squeezed in.

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” Leith didn’t waste time getting Zach back in his arms, pulling Zach on top of him, chest to chest, their legs sliding together. The strength and warmth of Zach filled his senses, and he moved against him, shivering at the brush of leg hair against his own, the scratch of treasure trail, and the firm grasp of Zach’s fingers where he held Leith’s shoulders.

“Oh God,” Zach murmured, his breath hot against Leith’s cheek. “I’ve needed you so much.”

“Shh, I’m right here.” Leith slid his hand down Zach’s back, gripping his ass and pulling his hips hard against his own, thrusting up so their cocks pressed together. “See? Right here with you.”

Zach moaned, and Leith leaned in to press his lips against the soft skin at the base of Zach’s neck, the skin he’d thought of so often. Heat coiled tight in his gut as Zach’s pulse thudded against his mouth, and he breathed in the sweet, spicy scent of Zach’s skin and hair. Zach trembled against him, and Leith held him closer.

He slid his tongue over the roughness of Zach’s chin, thrilled with the bright catch of stubble
—
so male, so arousing, and so Zach. Leith roamed his hands eagerly, taking in planes of supple skin, the rough scratch of hair, and taut muscle. He couldn’t get enough. It was so much…so much
sexier
.

Zach tangled his hands in Leith’s hair, arching his back as soft, urgent noises tore from his throat. “Please touch me,” Zach pleaded, his eyes closed and his hips moving urgently, his cock driving against Leith’s as he squirmed under Leith’s kisses and hands. “Please.”

Leith was already touching him
everywhere,
and he spent a hazy moment confused by Zach’s need. Then he understood. He rolled Zach over carefully, making sure to keep them both on the bed. “You want me to touch you?”

“God
yes
,” Zach said. “
Please
.”

Leith swallowed hard, trailing his hand over Zach’s chest slowly and tweaking each nipple lightly, eliciting a soft bark of pleasure from Zach. He looked down to where Zach’s cock strained against his underwear.
Oh God
. He hesitated, excitement and uncertainty tangling up in his gut. He’d never…not with another guy. He’d handled his own, but
—

“Don’t over think it,” Zach said, touching Leith’s face and bringing his gaze back to meet his own. “Just kiss me.”

Leith lost himself in Zach’s mouth, licking and sucking, tasting and being tasted, and as he did, he slid his hand under Zach’s boxer briefs. He captured Zach’s gasp when he took hold of his hot length and began to jerk him off just the way he’d always done himself.

The angle was of course different, and it made his mind spin a bit to think that he actually had another man’s dick in his hand. But it felt so natural to have Zach throbbing in his grasp, flying apart under his touch. So powerful and right in a way he’d never experienced with women.

Zach moved against him, moaning into his mouth and bucking into his hand. When Leith sensed the change in his breathing and the tension in his body, he somehow knew it was time to pull back and
watch
. Zach in orgasm was stunning. His face crumpled and his mouth fell open. His body jerked and spasmed, and come splashed, white and compelling, against his pale skin.