Tristan’s breathing was coming in short gasps. “You’re clean, right?”
Zach closed his eyes, grimacing. He couldn’t believe he was so irresponsible. He was never irresponsible. “Yeah. You?”
“Sure.” Tristan’s body started relaxing around him. “Jared gets all of us checked for STDs every few weeks.”
Something tightened in his gut. Zach sank his teeth into the vulnerable curve of Tristan’s neck and slowly pulled out. “Jared said you came onto him. Do you fancy him?”
Tristan laughed breathlessly. “He’s the hottest man I’ve even seen. Of course I fancy him.”
Zach slammed back in.
Gasping, Tristan turned his head and grinned at him dazedly. “Sorry, did I upset you?”
“Why would that upset me?” He wrapped his arm around Tristan’s waist and tugged him closer before starting to move in and out. It felt good but incredibly frustrating. The position didn’t allow him a great range of movement and he couldn’t fuck the brat as hard as he wanted—which was a good thing, considering Tristan’s injury.
“Just saying,” Tristan said cheekily. “You look a little green.”
“You should be spanked every day,” Zach gritted out, gripping Tristan’s hip hard and thrusting into him slowly. God, he wanted to shove the boy under him and pound him into the mattress. This felt like a slow torture. “I couldn’t care less who you fancy. Let’s not pretend it’s something it isn’t. We just need to scratch the itch. That’s it.”
“Aw, you know how to make the guy feel special.”
“It’s not special,” Zach said, covering Tristan’s neck in wet, open-mouthed kisses. “It means nothing. We don’t even like each other. It’s just a fuck.”
“True,” Tristan said with a nice smile. “This is the worst fuck I’ve ever had.”
“Is it?” Zach said in a low-pitched voice.
“Yup. So boring.” Tristan yawned. “Wake me up when you’re done—”
Zach shoved him onto his belly, making Tristan yelp. Screw it. He pushed Tristan on his fours and slammed back inside him. Tristan moaned and fell onto his elbows, pushing back on Zach’s cock. Hissing, Zach finally started fucking him like he wanted to, his neck straining as he thrust into Tristan with abandon. In all the times he had ever allowed himself to imagine being inside Tristan, he had never thought he would be so desperate or so out of control. But that was exactly how he was: desperate, out of control, arching and grinding and trying to crawl all the way up into the boy. Every thrust was harder and deeper, but he couldn’t fuck Tristan hard enough as he drank in the sight of him: his beautiful back and ass, and his own cock pistoning in and out of Tristan’s hole. Tristan was making low, shameless noises, moving back to meet his thrusts, as if he couldn’t get enough of his cock.
“You were saying?” Zach ground out, grunting with every thrust.
“Fuck you—oh god—nngh—more.”
Zach gave him more, until the world blurred into watercolors around him, faster and faster—so perfect, so good—and then he could feel Tristan coming, clenching down, shaking, and Zach kept pounding him right through it because he couldn’t stop either; he was so close. Finally, when Tristan’s legs just seemed to give out, making Tristan fall face first onto the bed, Zach went down with him, groaning and pushing deep. Then he was coming so hard his vision whited out. It felt like he was coming forever, pumping himself into Tristan until he couldn’t anymore. His arms gave out and he closed his eyes, completely spent and sated.
He should probably move. Women always complained he was too heavy. But Tristan didn’t say anything, so he didn’t move, mouthing the sweaty skin of Tristan’s neck. His cock was still nestled inside the boy and he had little desire to pull it out.
Silence felt good. His body was completely sated, the maddening pent-up frustration finally gone. He knew Tristan wasn’t asleep—he kept squirming a little against Zach’s lips but remained quiet.
“Sex is such a silly thing,” Tristan murmured suddenly, his voice muffled. “Don’t you think?”
“Hmm?” Zach said, dragging his lips across Tristan’s neck. He’d never before thought necks could be beautiful. Tristan’s was.
“Sex makes people behave stupidly and gives an illusion of intimacy.” Tristan’s tone was thoughtful, almost wistful. “It’s so stupid.”
Zach frowned, his blissed-out brain wanting nothing more than to sleep. Then he realized he was still kissing the brat’s neck. He stopped. Clearing his throat, he searched for something to say. “It’s normal,” he said, in his driest voice. “Orgasm generally produces a spike in oxytocin’s levels and leads to feelings of closeness, intimacy—”
“Stop. Just stop. I can’t believe you’re still lecturing me when you have your dick in me.” Tristan yawned. “Night.”
And just like that, he was asleep.
Now it was definitely time to leave.
Zach didn’t move. He would.
In a little while.
Chapter 13
Tristan awoke to the sounds of birds chirping outside his bedroom window. He was sprawled half on top of something big and warm, and something soft was tickling his nose. He opened his eyes blearily and blinked a few times before everything sharpened into focus.