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“No.” Zac shook his head. “You gotta tell me this stuff so I don’t, like, fuck up and freak you out even more, or something. I’m still here, Bryce. If you freaking out was gonna send me packing, I’d be gone already.”

“It’s not you. It’s not even me and you. It’s just...” Bryce swallowed hard. “My whole life is going down the drain. I mean, my plans, the way I thought it was going to be, my whole future I thought I was going to have since I can remember. And the worst thing is, I wasn’t going to be able to keep my head on straight if it stayed the same. You know?”

“Then maybe it’s time to get new plans.” Zac rolled onto his side, facing Bryce. “I know what you mean. It’s... kind of why I started thinking about coming out last year, because if things didn’t change, I was going to be hiding forever, you know? And that’s... I don’t even want to think about what that would be like. I mean, my mom didn’t even know until I told her over winter break last year, and she’s... Lying is one thing, but pretending to be somebody else, I think it was just starting to drive me crazy.”

“That’s exactly it.” Bryce nodded slowly. “I want you to be happy, Zac. I don’t know...” He bit his lip and stroked Zac’s hair back. “I don’t know why you started dating me when you’re already out. I mean. Kind of counterproductive.”

Zac shrugged, ducking his head a little and looking embarrassed. “You’re worth it.” Bryce was a little surprised at that, then he nuzzled Zac’s nose. “Oh,” he said quietly. “That...

you’re an awesome boyfriend, Zac.” Zac didn’t answer, just tilted his head up enough to catch Bryce’s mouth in a kiss.

Bryce leaned over him to kiss him deeply. They’d already missed practice. Bryce and Zac had all morning in bed while the other guys were at practice, and Bryce wanted to remind Zac of that little detail. Zac made a surprised noise that quickly turned into a low sound of pleasure as he rolled onto his back and drew Bryce up over him with a hand in his hair.

Bryce followed obediently. The feeling of being nude in bed with Zac without having any tension about it was blissful and liberating. He ran a hand down Zac’s side and pulled away from
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the kisses just long enough to murmur, “I want you,” against Zac’s lips. It wasn’t like it wasn’t getting very obvious, the way he was getting hard so fast.

“Food,” Zac muttered. “We’re going to end up wearing it if we don’t get it off the bed.” He was getting hard, too, and the warning sounded awfully reluctant.

“Don’t move.” Bryce pulled away to slide the tray onto the bedside table. When he turned back, he had a good look at Zac, all warm and dark and kissed by streaks of sunlight. It amazed him now, how deeply the sight of Zac affected him, made him ache. It was as though he’d imprinted on Zac’s body.

Zac was looking right back at him, his gaze traveling over Bryce as he slowly stroked himself.

His long fingers running over his cock were beautiful. “God, you look good.” Bryce was so enchanted by Zac playing with himself that he hardly registered the compliment.

“Thanks,” he murmured, crawling up over Zac and ducking his head to nuzzle at Zac’s belly.

“Tell me what you want?” he said softly.

“You.” Zac gave a breathless little laugh that sounded like a choked-off moan, his belly moving under Bryce’s mouth. “Anything, Bryce. What do
you
want?”

“You.” Bryce kissed Zac’s navel, licking into it. “I want to fuck you again. I want to see your face this time,” he murmured.

This time, Zac moaned outright. No pretense, no hiding it or trying to muffle it. “Yeah. Yeah, I want that, too, Bryce.” He was hard already, and his hand slid away from his dick to stroke Bryce’s hair, instead. “I want you. Fuck me.”

Bryce looked up as he moved enough to lick the head of Zac’s dick, watching avidly to see Zac’s reactions; he loved the way Zac’s eyes got wide. “I’ll get what we need,” he said softly. He sat up again and reached for the drawer in the table.

Zac sat up and trailed his fingers over Bryce’s dick, tracing the ridge and the slit. He was making hungry little noises, and he curled himself around Bryce to lick and kiss the back of his neck while Bryce was busy gathering lube and condoms from the drawer.

“Zac...” Bryce couldn’t hold back a moan, and he tilted his head forward to let Zac kiss his neck.

“God, you feel so
good
.” He loved the way it felt when Zac touched him. It was like there was some extra energy between them that made everything feel amazing.

“So do you.” Zac murmured the words with his mouth pressed to the nape of Bryce’s neck, and then he kissed his way down and over Bryce’s shoulders as his fingertips continued teasing at Bryce’s cock.

“Zac...” This time it was a sound of pure pleasure as Bryce let his head fall back. Zac had confidence and dominance that balanced Bryce’s temperament perfectly. He always felt like he
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was performing with girls. Like he had to try too hard, take care of so much; there was always so much pressure he put on himself to get everything right. With Zac, it was all so safe and easy now. He’d screwed up so much already; he had to trust that Zac was there for him. Like Zac could take care of him, too.

The touches were making his dick throb with his heartbeat. Safe wasn’t the only word for how Zac made him feel. Bryce wanted to turn around and pin Zac to the bed with his weight, cover him with kisses, push slick fingers into him, just... take him. The thought made him shudder and moan again. He’d never thought like that about anyone, not until now.

Zac kept trailing his fingers down the shaft of Bryce’s cock and then teased at his balls. “I love the way you feel.” He rubbed carefully behind Bryce’s balls, then back up to his dick again, still kissing Bryce’s shoulders and up the side of his neck.

“I wanna feel you,” Bryce said again, and it came out as a low growl. It surprised him how predatory he sounded. “Zac. I wanna be in you.” He trembled a little; he was trying to be good.

Zac bit the side of Bryce’s neck, muffling a moan, and his hand slid away from Bryce’s dick.

“Come fuck me. You felt so good last night.”

Bryce turned and kissed him hard, using his body to push Zac back, to get between his thighs, to get him all spread out with his head at the foot at the bed and the streaky sun all over his skin. He kept kissing Zac hard as he got lube on one hand, being messy and careless with it, and pushing that hand down to tease his fingers against Zac’s hole. He wanted to shove right in as fast as Zac could take it, but he wanted to hear Zac want it more.

Zac pulled his knees up to brace his feet against the bed on either side of Bryce, and writhed, pushing down against Bryce’s fingers. He moaned into Bryce’s mouth, sucking and licking at Bryce’s tongue. Those raw, sexy responses were like throwing gasoline on a fire.

Bryce groaned and teased two fingers into Zac, paying attention to Zac’s body, letting him feel the stretch without forcing anything. He could just do this all day, feeling Zac’s body open up for him as he pushed in and grasp at him as he pulled out. He curled his fingers, knowing exactly where he wanted to touch now, and finger-fucked Zac so he hit it on every stroke.

Zac broke the kiss to moan again, low and wanting. “God,
Bryce
.” He moved with every thrust of Bryce’s fingers, head falling back, and mouth open on another moan.

“Yeah.” Bryce could hardly speak, his throat was so tight. “I want that.” He worked a third finger in, watching Zac’s face.

Zac threaded his fingers in Bryce’s hair and dragged him down for another kiss, hard and deep and desperate. He was fucking Bryce’s mouth with his tongue, like he was begging for it, even demanding it.

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Bryce pulled his mouth away, panting. He needed to move to get a condom on, and he wanted to hear Zac, too. He grabbed the condom in his free hand, tore it open with his teeth, and got it out, all while fucking Zac hard and deep with his fingers. Zac’s moans sounded like growls now, harsh and needy.

“Fuck me,” Zac ground out. “God, Bryce, please.”

Bryce got the condom on and slid his fingers out, but only to slick his cock. He guided it into place without a word, leaning over to kiss Zac on the mouth, swallowing down Zac’s sweet noises. Zac was so ready and it felt
so
good to slide into him.

Zac hooked his legs around Bryce’s hips, taking him in deep. He was almost purring, low sounds of pleasure muffled by Bryce’s kisses, and he was rubbing Bryce’s back, aimless strokes like he felt too good to know what his hands were doing.

God. This is so good
. Bryce wiped his hand off on the sheets and braced himself on his elbows.

He drew back from the kisses to look at Zac’s face and pulled out a little so he could fuck him.

“So good, Bryce,” Zac murmured, bracing his feet on the bed again and giving Bryce room to move.

Bryce moved slowly at first, watching Zac’s face for signs that this was good for him. Pleasure was written all over Zac’s face, from his wide hazel eyes turned deep green with need, to his flushed cheeks, to his lips parted on a moan. He was arching up into every slow thrust, writhing, taking Bryce’s cock in deep every time.

It felt like Bryce could lose himself in Zac, that there wasn’t anything else in the world that mattered in this moment. It was good. He felt free, like he’d finally found what mattered. He wanted to say so much, but he was caught in the silence that came with all the pleasure he felt.

Instead, Bryce ducked his head to lick and kiss Zac’s throat, sucking gently at the soft skin there, moaning in the back of his throat at the way Zac shivered for him. Zac’s neck was so sensitive; Bryce loved getting his mouth on it. Zac tilted his head, baring his neck like he was begging for more.

“Like that,” Zac murmured roughly. “I like that.”

Bryce bit gently with a soft growl, pushing in deeper. He loved feeling like Zac was his, reveling in how much Zac trusted him. He worshipped Zac’s tender throat while they fucked, making soft noises of pleasure. Zac’s breath came faster, interspersed with little whimpers and desperate little rolls of his hips.

“Bryce. Bryce, I need. Oh, fuck.” Zac sounded shocked. He shuddered and suddenly he dug his fingers into Bryce’s back as he arched up hard, fucking himself on Bryce’s cock until he was shouting Bryce’s name and coming all over his chest and belly.

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All Bryce could do was move with him, give him what he needed as he came. “Zac, God, Zac,” Bryce whispered.

Even after Zac stopped coming, he kept moving. “Don’t stop.” He bit his lip, grinding his body up against Bryce’s to take Bryce’s cock as deep as it would go. “God, Bryce, don’t stop. So good.” He looked like he was made of need and intensity, his eyes dark like he was still desperate for it.

Bryce kissed him softly, a brush of lips, and whispered, “I won’t.” Zac liked it hard; he remembered that. He just hadn’t expected Zac to come so soon, hadn’t expected to affect Zac like that. It shook him a little, realizing all over again that Zac really
wanted
him, that Zac really
loved
getting fucked. Bryce kissed Zac to soothe him and kept moving, harder now, trying to give Zac everything he needed and more.

Zac kissed him back fiercely, messily, breathing little pleas and compliments between kisses.
So
fucking good, Bryce. Want you. Just like that. You feel so good. So good
.

Bryce fucked him hard and steady. It was incredible to be wanted like this, to know that he turned Zac on and made him feel this good. Bryce kept waiting to feel wrong or dirty about it all, but the feeling never came. All he felt was amazing.

“I want you,” Bryce whispered, looking down at Zac’s beautiful face. “I wanna make you happy.

I just wanna be good for you.” That was all he ever wanted, with anyone, but Zac was the one he could say it to.

“You are,” Zac said. “You do.” He rubbed at one of Bryce’s shoulders and said, “Roll over? I wanna... I want to ride you.”

It took a moment to work out how to make it happen, but Bryce managed to roll them both over and then he was sprawled in the bed with Zac straddling him.
Oh
. Zac looked so good from here.

Bryce knew, before Zac even moved, that he liked this. He reached out, leaning up to kiss Zac.

Zac settled on his knees and bent to kiss Bryce hard, sucking at Bryce’s tongue as he moved. He moaned into the kiss as Bryce’s cock pushed in even deeper than it had before. “God, Bryce...” He kissed Bryce again, hot and deep.

“Oh, God, I like this,” Bryce whispered between desperate kisses. “I wanna watch you have me.” He wanted to be Zac’s so much, any way he could be.

Zac smiled against Bryce’s mouth and sat up again, letting Bryce see everything as he moved.

Zac rode him slowly, sliding up and down on his cock. “Feels so good, Bryce,” he murmured.

“You’re so... Fuck. So fucking
big
inside me. God.” Big wasn’t always appreciated, as much as girls liked to go on about it. Bryce always tried to be gentle and careful in bed. But Zac... Zac was here, loving it, and it felt so good. “Fuck, Zac,” he breathed. “You can have it whenever you want.” He was starting to really love sex.

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“Jesus. All the time, Bryce.” Zac looked like he meant it, too, impaling himself on Bryce’s cock over and over again. He seemed totally focused on how Bryce’s dick felt inside him, making little noises and pushing himself down like he could get more if he just tried.

“So gorgeous. Zac...” Bryce got his hands on Zac’s hips, moving under him to help him feel even better. It was amazing to see Zac all turned on like this, hard even after he came, spattered with come, riding Bryce’s cock hard. It felt so good, so hot and tight, that Bryce was panting.

Zac’s moans came even louder, faster, when Bryce moved under him. “Oh, fuck, Bryce. Yeah.

Like that. Fuck me.” He sounded so needy.

How could Bryce do anything else? He was obsessed with watching Zac take his pleasure. “You can have anything. All yours,” he whispered.

Zac moved faster, harder, grinding himself down onto Bryce’s dick and shuddering with it. He was panting, gasping out little moans, obviously getting closer and closer to coming again.