One day.
Right now, I’m too busy enjoying his hand on me and the confident way he’s pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Foster? I’m gonna—”
I beat him to it, warm spurts of cum splashing onto our stomachs.
Zach moans and then shudders, still grinding against me, his release joining the mess between us.
I hold him close. The second he lifts his head, I capture his mouth with mine.
Our chests heave, but slowly, we calm down. When our kisses become soft and our bodies recover, I pull back to see insecure Zach is back.
“So, that was okay?”
I kiss the tip of his nose. “There are no words to describe how good that was.”
His shy smile makes my dick twitch.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him.
We’re supposed to be watching a movie, but Zach’s paying more attention to me than the laptop on my side table.
He’s on his back, and I’m on my side resting on my elbow so I can see over him. My other arm is draped over his waist.
His fingers run over my neck where I know there’s probably a mark. “I’ve never given anyone a hickey before.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of things you’ve never done before meeting me.”
“Is that cockiness I hear?”
“Are you really surprised?”
“Not in the slightest.”
I lower my head and kiss him softly. “You’re supposed to be watching the screen.”
“I have questions.”
“What about?”
There’s a pause. “Sex.”
“And we’re done with the movie.” I reach over and close the laptop. “What questions?”
“Umm … well, how do you, like, choose if you’re a top or a bottom?”
“There’s a sorting hat. Like in Harry Potter. It wasn’t even placed on my head before it screamed, ‘Top!’ and then all the other tops welcomed me to their house.”
“You’re so funny. But, really, you’re a top? I mean, I figured that was the case, but—”
“Tried bottoming once. Didn’t like it. Doesn’t do anything for me.”
“Okay.”
“It’s like anything. Try it. If you don’t like it, you don’t do it again. Pretty simple.”
“I kinda feel like it’s part of my identity as a gay man, you know? But … what if I don’t like it? And then …”
I wait for him to finish but he doesn’t. “And then what?”
“Never mind. I’m getting ahead of myself.”
I sit up. “You know what I like about this community the most?”
“The Colchester U community or the queer community?”
“Queer. I love that you can pick and choose however you identify. Sure, there are assholes out there who say apples can’t identify as oranges, but that’s not going to stop us. I’m a cis white guy who’s more gay than straight, but I get to choose to label myself as bi or pan or even mostly gay if I want to. I wish I could label myself as any hole’s a goal, but apparently that’s crass. Who knew?”
Zach snorts. “As much as I loved your hearts over parts analogy, any hole’s a goal fits you a lot better.”
“Stop, you’re making me blush. Anyway, you get to choose your own label, your own identity, and if that doesn’t fit the mold of what ‘a gay man should be,’ guess what?”
“What?”
“You can tell anyone who tries to say differently to fuck off. It’s very cathartic.”
Zach smiles. “So, you’d be all right if I didn’t like it?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Something happens with his face, as if he’s disappointed by my answer. I don’t understand the thought process behind everyone thinking gay guys have to love it up the ass or they’re a bad gay. Or not really gay. It’s like saying every straight person has to like penetrative sex.
“Seriously, it’s completely fine to like what you like and not what you don’t. We don’t even have to do that if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” he says quickly. “I just … it looks like it hurts? And apparently lube is super important, but all the porn I’ve watched uses barely any, and—”
“Whoa. Please tell me you’re not getting sex tips from porn. It’s hot, but it’s unrealistic compared to the real thing.”
“Oh, now someone tells me. I swear every time the pizza delivery guy comes over, I think he’s going to have sex with me and then he doesn’t. I wondered if he was broken.”
I can’t help grinning. “I think my sarcasm is rubbing off on you.”
“All of you was rubbing off on me before.”
I cock my head. “Is this what you’re like with Seth?”
“What do you mean?”
“You seem … more relaxed around me.”
“Two orgasms in twenty-four hours are probably to blame.”
“Want to make it three?” I waggle my eyebrows.
He bites his bottom lip and nods. “I want you to fuck me.”
22
Zach
“Zach, I …” Foster bites off what he was about to say, but I read it on his face. He’s unsure.
“Is this because of my virgin status?”
“No … Yes? Don’t get me wrong, I definitely want to fuck you. Like, a lot.” Foster rolls on top of me and his long body covers mine. “I wanna make sure that this is what you really want though.”