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Bryce didn’t have a response for that except to get a hand on the back of Zac’s head and pull him in for a deep, passionate kiss that started slow and built until it was full of adoration and need.

He whimpered and spread his strong legs for Zac’s touches, opening up for Zac to have him. He was shivering a little by the time he pulled away from the kiss, nipples tight and high, skin ridged with a chill, and he was breathing unsteadily.

Zac knew his own arousal showed just as clearly as Bryce’s did, but he didn’t draw any attention to it. He kissed Bryce on the mouth one more time -- just a quick peck on the lips -- and then pulled back again so he could watch his hand dipping between Bryce’s legs to tease at the sensitive skin high on the insides. Just touching, that’s what Bryce had asked for. Zac could do that. There were so many ways to make Bryce feel good with just touching.

Shifting closer, Bryce kissed Zac’s shoulder and neck while Zac touched him. He was making soft, needy noises, one hand clenched in the sheets like he was trying to be good. He wasn’t asking for more with words, but the noises and kisses and nips spoke clearly enough.

“You can tell me what you like,” Zac invited softly, bringing his hand up higher to brush over the soft hair covering Bryce’s balls and the base of his dick. “Or show me.” Even just watching Bryce jerk off would be incredibly hot. He didn’t touch Bryce’s dick, though. He teased his fingertips back behind Bryce’s balls, slowly so Bryce wouldn’t get too nervous, and rubbed gently at the smooth skin behind them.

“I just...” Bryce shivered, a bit derailed, but then he recovered, nuzzling closer. “I never thought about it,” he whispered. He let go of the sheets to let his fingers trail over Zac’s hand between his thighs, stroking his balls and Zac’s fingers, and then up to his hard cock. He parted his thighs more, bringing one knee up, and jerked off slowly.

Zac moaned softly, just from the sight, and arched a little to drag his dick against the outside of Bryce’s hip. “So hot, Bryce.” He toyed with Bryce’s balls and rubbed behind them, watching Bryce’s hand move over his cock.

“God. Zac,” Bryce whispered. He arched into his own hand, shuddering, and stroked his fingertips over the head of his cock. When he slid his hand back down, he found Zac’s hand and twined their fingers together, bringing Zac’s hand up to stroke him at the same time.

Zac moaned again. Bryce’s cock was so hard, hot and smooth under his palm. He angled himself over Bryce, leaning up to kiss him on the mouth as they stroked Bryce’s cock together.

“Zac.” Bryce’s anxiety was written in his face and in his muscle tension, but his hips were rocking to fuck the circle of their hands, harder and faster.

“You have such a gorgeous dick, Bryce,” Zac murmured, settling back a little so he could watch Bryce’s face. He didn’t want to make anything worse. “It feels so good in my hand. Does it feel good for you, too? It looks like it does. It looks like you’re gonna come. I want to see that,
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Bryce, see what you look like, like that. It was too dark, the first time. Can I lick you clean after?

I wanna taste you. I bet you taste so good.”

Bryce’s eyes were locked on Zac’s like he was drowning. The questions, maybe even just Zac’s voice, soothed Bryce’s fear, but not his need to come. He whimpered little answers, affirmatives, to Zac’s questions as his body went taut and his hips came up off the bed. His free hand clutched at Zac’s shoulder and he bit his lip, hard, trying to keep control and failing.

“Zac...” His tone was pleading, and then he came, shooting up his belly and chest, dripping all over their fingers. His expression was all pleasure, eyes wide and cheeks flushed and lips parted to let out soft cries.

“So fucking hot, Bryce,” Zac murmured, leaning over to kiss Bryce on the mouth just as soon as the cries trailed off. God, it was just amazing, watching Bryce come like that. He kissed Bryce hungrily, showing him how it had made him feel, then pulled back again to make sure Bryce was okay.

Bryce seemed fine. Suddenly shy, but not upset. The fresh heat in his cheeks was definitely a blush. He turned his face, butting against Zac’s shoulder, and closed his eyes. His breathing evened out, but he was still shivery.

Zac kissed the side of his head, then his neck, moving slowly down his body. Shoulder, nipple, and then he licked at the trails of come spattered over Bryce’s chest. He gripped Bryce’s hip with his sticky hand and moaned at the taste. “God, I was right,” he muttered. He licked and kissed faster, messier, getting more and more turned on as he tasted more of Bryce’s come.

“Fuck. Zac.” Bryce was watching him with wide eyes, then he stroked Zac’s head, coaxing him to keep going. “That... that is so hot.”

Bryce sounded so turned on, and that made it even better for Zac. He cleaned up Bryce’s chest and belly, then found Bryce’s sticky hand and sat up a little to hold Bryce’s wrist with his clean hand, drawing it up to his mouth. He licked Bryce’s palm and sucked at his fingers, moaning all over again at the feel of them sliding in and out of his mouth.

“God. God, Zac.” Bryce swallowed hard and shivered. “I... oh, God. Do you... you like that...” He looked dizzy. “You are so hot, Zac. I want to feel your mouth on me.” Reluctantly, Zac let Bryce’s fingers slip out of his mouth. “Yeah?” God, he wanted to get his mouth on Bryce’s dick, but he didn’t want to do anything Bryce wasn’t ready for.

Bryce nodded. “If you want,” he said breathlessly. “I just... I want to watch you like it the way you do. The way you want me, Zac. I just... I never...” He seemed overwhelmed by it. “You look so good. And. And I make you feel like that. Me. I just... oh, fuck, Zac.” Zac took him at his word. “Sit up a little?” he asked, biting his lip to keep from just leaning down and shoving his mouth onto Bryce’s dick. It looked so good, still half-hard and waiting for him.

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“I wanna...” He pushed at Bryce’s thighs, urging Bryce to move up the bed and bend his legs up and open so Zac could lie down between them. “Fuck, I want you so much, Bryce.” When Bryce was settled, Zac stretched out on his belly between Bryce’s legs and dipped his head to just kiss and rub his lips over the come-slick shaft of Bryce’s cock. He wanted it too much, it felt like, and he needed to calm down a little before he let himself have it, because he wanted to make it good for his Bryce. Bryce’s hands were shaky as they stroked his head and shoulders and, finally, his face.

“I can’t believe you want me,” Bryce said breathlessly. “God, Zac, you are so hot. And so... fuck.

Just so
good
. I just... you want
me
.” He was still stunned. “You want me.” Like somehow, Zac wanting him made things better.

“So much, Bryce.” Zac licked all around the base of Bryce’s dick, teasing both of them a little bit. He licked at Bryce’s balls, too, feeling soft hair rasp over his tongue. They tasted like sweat and sex, like Bryce, like come, and it made Zac moan and shiver. He rocked his hips against the bed, dragging his own aching cock against the sheets, and finally licked his way up the shaft of Bryce’s dick to take the head into his mouth.

“Christ.” Bryce grabbed at his knees instead of Zac’s shoulders and let his head fall back against the wall. He could look down his body to watch Zac like that; he was fixated. “Zac. Oh, my God.”

Bryce’s dick wasn’t fully hard yet, so Zac could get it all in his mouth. He moaned around it, feeling filled up and desperate for more. It was so good, still slick with come. Zac sucked gently, feeling it harden more in his mouth. Slowly, he drew back and teased at the head with his tongue.

He let his hands play along the insides of Bryce’s thighs, just feeling Bryce’s skin under his palms and fingertips.

Bryce was all shivers and moans. He didn’t seem upset at all, or anxious, not anymore. The more Zac wanted him, the more he seemed to be able to cope with it all, as though if they were in it together, it wasn’t so bad. He relaxed under the touches and gave himself up to Zac, finally letting go of his death-grip on his knees to touch Zac’s head with one hand. “So good, Zac. Just...

God, you’re so good.”

Zac couldn’t answer except with a moan. He gave Bryce everything he could, licking and sucking and kissing Bryce’s cock from root to tip, moving down to lick and play with his balls for a moment, and then moving back up to his dick. Zac wanted to make Bryce feel so good, to make him want it so much he couldn’t think. He dragged one hand down again to rub at Bryce’s perineum, rolling his thumb along the sensitive skin behind Bryce’s balls as he sucked Bryce down again.

Bryce was so sensitive behind his balls. The petting had gotten good reactions from him, but more pressure nearly sent him through the roof, in the best way. As he relaxed about being with Zac, it was easier and easier to tell what turned him on. He grabbed at the sheets, babbling softly
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about how hot Zac was and how good it was and how much he wanted Zac and how no one ever felt like this before. He was lost in it, but still grounded enough to look Zac in the eyes.

Bryce was so fucking hot. Zac’s dick twitched against the sheets with nearly every word from Bryce, and when Bryce’s dick spilled pre-come into his mouth, Zac’s hips moved without his permission. He writhed, fucking his cock against the bed, and wrapped his free hand around the base of Bryce’s dick to meet his mouth with every stroke.

Bryce didn’t stop talking; his voice got ragged, and he whimpered more than he spoke, panting and whining when he couldn’t be coherent at all. He couldn’t fuck Zac’s mouth like this, but he was writhing as much as he could, his back arching. He slid his hands down his inner thighs, groping and stroking his own body unconsciously, opening himself more for Zac, as he was groaning with pleasure.

Oh, God
. Bryce was so incredibly sexy like this, so open and honest with his body. Zac moaned around his dick, trying desperately to keep from coming before Bryce did.

It was a good thing no one was home. Bryce’s whines and whimpers slowly turned into cries. It was taking him longer to come the second time, but he was no less desperate for it. He begged for it, shaking and on the edge. “Fuck. Zac. Please, Zac. Please. Make me come. Please. I wanna come for you.”

Zac moaned, nearly fucking his mouth on Bryce’s cock, he was sucking so fast and deep. He wanted to make Bryce come, wanted Bryce to come for him.

When Bryce finally lost it, he was far from quiet. His cries seemed to be ripped out of him as he jerked, pushing back against the wall to try and get his hips up, trying to get deeper, and came.

There wasn’t any self-control left in him at all; Zac’s name came out of him like one sob after another as he flooded Zac’s mouth with come.

Fuck, that was so good. Zac swallowed it all down and kept sucking until Bryce finally relaxed.

He was barely holding on, himself, and as soon as he pulled his mouth away, he was crawling up over Bryce, panting, and reaching down to get a hand around his dick so he could jerk off, so he could come, because he needed it so bad. He’d been waiting so long, he was so hard, and sucking Bryce off like that was just too much for him to be able to hold off anymore. He kissed Bryce on the mouth, moaning, and fucked his hand, fast and rough and desperate.

Bryce got one hand on the back of his head, kissing him back fiercely, and nudged Zac’s hand away with the other, wrapping his big hand around Zac’s dick, growling in the back of his throat.

He mumbled something into Zac’s mouth that might have been, “Mine,” as he jerked Zac off.

Zac moaned his agreement, bracing himself on both hands and fucking the tight circle of Bryce’s big hand. He was so far gone that Bryce only got in a few strokes before Zac was crying out into Bryce’s mouth and coming hard over his hand and chest.

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Bryce stroked him through it and his kisses gentled until he was murmuring, “Oh, Zac, oh, Zac,” against Zac’s lips over and over in an awed voice. He petted Zac’s head with his clean hand, tender touches meant to soothe. Zac was so overwhelmed with his need and pleasure that it took a few moments for him to come back to himself enough to pull back and check Bryce’s face for any sign that he was upset or unsettled.

Bryce’s expression was soft, the kind of soft that could only be described as loving. He bit his lip and shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what had happened. Blushing, he leaned in, seeking a reassuring kiss. Zac gave him what he was looking for, kissing him softly, sweetly. It was such a relief, knowing that Bryce was okay after all that. Zac brushed Bryce’s hair back from his face.

“So good, Zac,” Bryce whispered. He was all shy and blushy, but that seemed to be the best reaction to his moments of uncertainty.

“It really was,” Zac agreed softly, pulling back to smile down at Bryce. God, it had been so, so good. “It felt good for you, too?”

“Yeah. God. Zac.” Bryce bit his lip and smiled all at once. “That was amazing.” And he hadn’t freaked out. Still wasn’t freaking out. Zac could see that realization dawning on him just by the way his eyes lit up and he sat up a little straighter.

“Good.” Zac leaned in to kiss him again, to kiss that smile. “I’m glad. I wanted to make you feel good.”

“You did. You... damn, Zac.” Bryce laughed and kissed him back. “Can we...” He looked down at himself. He was sticky with come, and they both smelled like a roadhouse from playing pool.

“You wanna come take a shower with me now?” He gave Zac a shy look and blushed. “You always look so good in the showers and I can’t... you know... really
look
...”

“You mean, like I did after practice tonight?” Zac teased. Bryce blushed so easily. Zac liked seeing it. He kissed Bryce’s warm cheek and laced their fingers together. “Yeah, c’mon. Maybe I can touch this time, too.”

“Oh.” Bryce’s eyes widened. “Zac!” He held Zac’s hand, though, and sat up so he could get up when Zac climbed off of him.

“What?” Zac smiled innocently, slipping off the bed. “You’re gorgeous, Bryce. You really expected me not to look? Not to think about what it’d be like to be standing there with you, wet and naked and slippery, touching you like that? Kissing you like that, getting down on my knees and sucking you off in the showers, so you’d have to lean against the wall to stay on your feet?” Zac grinned, still teasing, but he was already getting hard again, just thinking about it. “Not a chance.”