The masculine hand in his was still new. The largeness of it was different. Everything was different. Zak opened the door to his house, letting Nick enter first. He had been here a hundred times before, but even this felt different. Just the other night he had stood outside this door, exposed and heartbroken.
Standing inside the hallway, looking into the living room, everything even looked different. He couldn't explain it. Zak came up behind him, rubbing his back and kissing the back of his neck. "Want a beer?" Nick nodded and went to sit on the couch.
Zak walked in, shoeless, with two bottles in his hand. He sat heavily down next to Nick, handing him his beer. "You ok?" he asked.
Nick nodded and smiled, taking a drink. "Yeah, just thinking about the last time I was here."
Zak set his beer on the coffee table. "You shocked me and I didn't know how to react. I'm sorry, man."
Nick shrugged. "Its ok. We're here now."
Zak leaned close and smiled before kissing him chastely. "We are."
Nick set his beer down and took a deep breath. Zak's hand came up to
his cheek, stroking it softly, pulling him in closer. Nick's hand rested on Zak's hip, his body leaning into the kiss. Gently, he guided Zak back to lay down, covering his body with his own. Hands guided and stroked clothed muscles, slowly. Both men took their time, caressing and appreciating each other. Zak's hips lifted, grinding up against Nick's. Nick pulled back, his heart beating rapidly, his breaths coming quick. "I don't… I'm not sure…"
Zak pulled him back down for a quick kiss. "Its ok. I'll show you. Bedroom."
Nick stood up and was led into the dark bedroom. Zak turned on the lamp on the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a small tube of what he assumed was lube and a condom, setting it on top of the nightstand.
"Are you sure?" Nick asked, slightly hesitant.
Zak pulled his own shirt over his hand, his hands going for Nick's. "Yeah, unless you don't want to…" But his hands didn't give him time to respond. They were tugging and pulling the cotton fabric up his body, tossing it across the room. Fingertips danced over the muscles that he had watched develop and been longing to touch for years.
"I want to," Nick whispered, stepping closer, taking Zak into his arms. Lips met as hands worked quickly on each other's pants. Nick rested his hands beneath Zak's ass and lifted, setting him heavily on the bed. "You're heavy as fuck," he grunted.
Zak laughed as he settled himself in the center of the bed. "You didn't have to pick me up."
Nick climbed on the bed, resting on his hands and knees above Zak. His brain switched into panic mode. Now was the do or die time. He hadn't been the performer with Reed… Shit, how was he going to do this?
Zak reached out and pinched a nipple causing Nick to wince. "Breath, Nick. I'll show you." He reached over and grabbed the lube and condom. "Do I need to use a banana?"
Nick rolled his eyes and sat back on his ankles. "I know how to put a condom on and this is so ruining the mood," he chided, but was grateful for the levity.
Zak sat up quickly, attacking Nick's lips with his own, sucking and nipping as he unrolled the condom over Nick's shaft, stroking him slowly as he rolled it down. Pulling back he smiled and asked, "Mood still ruined?"
"No," Nick grunted. Zak uncapped the lube, squirting some on his finger and spread his legs apart. Nick watched as his finger swiped over the small pucker, only entering it slightly. "That's it?" Zak nodded, pulling Nick on top of him. "But I don't want to hurt you…"
Cock resting at his entrance, Zak sighed and relaxed his muscles. "If it hurts, we can always use more lube, but I think we'll be ok."
Nick wasn't convinced. He bit his lower lip, watching as he guided his cock in slowly. He felt the body below him tense and release. Balls deep, he looked up into Zak's face, searching for any trace of pain or discomfort. Zak's back was arched slightly; his mouth formed a silent "oh"; his eyes were closed, lashes resting against his skin. "Ok?" Nick breathed.
His eyes opened. Zak gritted his teeth and grumbled, "Fucking move, Nick! You're driving me insane."
Nick grinned, running his hands down his lover's sculpted body, grabbing his legs and wrapping them around his waist. Slowly, Nick began to move. This was a motion he knew well. Hands planted on either side of Zak's body, his hips rolled in a well practiced rhythm.
Zak's hands traced his body as he moved above him, as if he was trying to memorize every line, every hair, every mole. One came to rest on the pistoning hips, his thumb stroking the smooth skin. The other wrapped around his own cock, stroking it in time with Nick's movements.
Half lidded, deep blue eyes met browns and Nick felt his body light on fire. His body responded with unbridled lust. Leaning down, resting on his elbows, Nick's mouth found Zak's. Their bodies slammed together as Zak's arms wrapped tightly around Nick's back, his hips moving against his body. "Fuck, Nick," Zak breathed. His breaths became shallower, hands clutching tighter to Nick's shoulders.
Nick leaned down, whispering huskily in his ear, "Come on, Zak." His breath hitched as his whole body tensed. Nick moaned, "Oh my God," as Zak's muscles clenched around him, sending him over the edge.
Zak's arms stayed wrapped around Nick as he collapsed. He felt slightly empty as he pulled the softening cock out, tying off the condom and dropping it on the floor. Gently, he kissed Nick's forehead. "You ok?"
Nick closed his eyes and sighed, adjusting his body so he was half on Zak and half on the bed. "Fantastic," he mumbled. Zak reached over beside them, turning off the lamp. Nick reached down and pulled a blanket from the foot of the bed up over their naked bodies. The smell of Zak engulfed him. This was different too. But sometimes, different can be so good.