Zachary wasn't sure what he had expected from sex—but the overwhelming feelings and emotions almost made his breath give way and his heart constantly felt like it would collapse on itself. Everything was too sensitive. It all felt like his skin would burst into flames anytime Leroy touched him. Well, it wasn't like they were having sex quite yet either. It was a lot of kissing and touching— petting and grinding. It seemed like beyond getting naked, none of them was willing to push things further.

     Zach wanted to, but he wasn't too sure what going further would entail. Of course, he knew how sex worked, but it would be awkward to initiate or propose, and just with how intense making out already was, he was starting to fear he wouldn't be able to handle it if it went that far. Right now, the two of them were entwined in a hug. Zach had his face buried in Leroy's shoulder, and he could also feel the breath of the younger man on him as they both drifted in and out of semi-sleep.

     "Hey, Zach?" Leroy whispered, making Zachary's eyes flutter open for a moment. The older man looked at Leroy, feeling his face burn as the younger man's big brown eyes stared back at him.

     "Do you think you can sit up?" Leroy asked, reaching out to touch Zach's cheek. "Or are you tired?"

     Zach seemed to think about it for a bit, before nodding his head. "I can," he muttered letting go of Leroy before sitting up on the bed. The room was dark, and the only light came from the moonlight that managed to evade the window curtains. Leroy could barely see Zach, but he could make out the rise and fall of bid chest—and when he glanced down, he could see his penis, hard and curved upwards. Leroy felt a shiver run down his stomach as his groin tensed up, he reached out, touching the happy trail of hair that led to Zach's privates as he leaned closer.

     "Do you want me to suck on you?" Leroy asked in a soft voice, feeling his mouth water as his whole body seemed to rejuvenate with want. He wanted to touch Zach—take him in his mouth. Often the moments when he'd had the chance were brief and far between.

     "Y-yes," Zach's voice was shaky but enthusiastic. The younger man smiled a little climbing off the bed as Zach watched in confusion.

     "Can you sit at the corner of the bed?" the younger man asked, making Zach bite his bottom lip before nodding and making his way over. As soon as Leroy was in between Zachary's legs the enthusiasm from before gave way to panic. He could hear his heart pumping blood in his eyes as he touched and stroked the man, a bit unsure of what he had gotten into.

     Leroy had never had sex before—even with a woman. Second-base didn't count for oral experience, but he was starting to think he might not be good enough, and it would be embarrassing.

     "You don't have to—"

Zach's words made Leroy blink before realizing he'd just been sitting on the floor with Zach's shaft in his hand.

     "We don't have to," Zach repeated again, reaching down to touch Leroy's hair. "I don't mind if we keep it to the things we already do," he mumbled, referring to how they kissed and touched. He was content with that. As much as he would die for a blowjob, it wouldn't be worth Leroy fretting in disgust and possibly deciding he wasn't interested anymore. Besides, it wasn't like Zach had the experience. He couldn't miss what he'd never gotten.

     "No, it's okay. I just think I might suck," Leroy admitted, stroking Zachary again before moving to take the man in his mouth. He'd touched Zach here before. He'd kissed him there and even licked him, but sucking on him was different. He felt vulnerable—a little ridiculous honestly, but when Zach started to let out soft sighs and eventually full moans, the embarrassment faded, and he let himself do what he wanted to do—what he thought and dreamed about in passing. He let his tongue glide over the smooth skin, sucking gently on the head of the shaft as he pulled upwards. He let his hands caress even lower, foundling him as he bobbed his head up and down.

     Every moan and sigh felt like a medal of approval, and he could feel his chest swell with pride. Zachary didn't seem to know what on earth to do with his hands. Most of the time he had them holding on to the edge of the bed as he stared down at Leroy, and sometimes he would reach down, pushing aside the man's hair, or holding on to the side of the younger man's face.

     Gosh, Leroy wanted Zach to tell him what to do—guide him—just a little bit. The thought alone had his knees weak and low half throbbing.

     The situation was so hot that Leroy started touching himself. Sucking on Zachary and hearing his moans as Leroy stroked his own penis was about enough to have his mind clouded with pleasure and his stomach twisting with knots.

     Maybe Leroy didn't quite hear Zach or didn't take the push to pull away seriously, but the taste of Zach in his mouth made Leroy panic for a millisecond before he realized what had happened.

     "I'm sorry..." Zachary trailed, running a hand through Leroy's hair as the younger man swallowed, pulling away. "I was trying to tell you..." he trailed, not being able to get the words out as the words jumbled up in his brain, "fuck, I'm sorry."

     "It's okay..." Leroy managed, still a bit shocked. "Erm, but..." he muttered, realizing that he was still the only one with an erection. Zachary seemed to notice too, judging by how his eyes went wide and his face flooded with blood.

      "I could... return the favor?" It seemed odd to say, and Leroy thought so too because he raised a brow, then laughed like he'd heard the funniest joke in the world.

     "I want to do something else," the younger man admitted. Could you turn around?"

     Zach started to panic, wondering if it was what he thought it was. "Erm, shouldn't I shower first?"

     Leroy blinked.

     Then blinked again.

     Then realized the conclusions Zachary was drawing.

     "It's not that," he muttered, getting off the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I thought we could use your thighs."

     "Oh," Zachary thought, looking up at Leroy. "I thought..."

     "I mean we will... eventually, but not now..." Leroy mumbled, leaning over Zach before holding onto his shoulders. "Turn, I'll show you."

      The older man nodded, turning until he was facing the pillow, and soon he felt his thighs get pulled together. He wondered how in the world this would be stimulating enough, but soon Leroy was pressed between his thighs, and their groins touched, and—fuck—the feeling out of the world.

     "Fuck..." Leroy sighed leaning close to Zachary's ear. "Fuck, your thighs are gorgeous."

     Zachary had heard a weird mix of compliments since he had gotten involved with Leroy but calling his lean thighs gorgeous wasn't something he thought he'd ever hear. He lay there, letting his brain flood with endorphins anytime Leroy would spare him a compliment mid-thrust. Soon his thighs were sticky, and Leroy was caressing his back and neck and he kissed his shoulder.

     "I'm going to lose my mind when we do the real thing," Leroy mumbled into Zachary's skin as they slowly cuddled up together under the covers again.

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     Leroy didn't wake up until he heard birds. The little critters sang songs that were sometimes deafened by the sound of their wings flapping as they jumped from the windowsill to the roof. One bird particularly disturbed him, seeing as his bed was pressed flush against the wall just by the window. He moved around for a bit—quite restless—before his eyes peeled open when he noticed he couldn't feel Zachary in bed.

     "Huh?" he mumbled, blinking, and sitting up when he noticed the older man was nowhere in sight. He paused and thought for a bit, taking deep breaths as he listened in on anything, and then it dawned on him when he heard the shower.

     "Oh, right," he realized, pulling the covers aside to look at himself again. His heart rate picked up and he felt his face warm up just at the sight of kiss marks and caked-up bodily fluids.

     "I need a shower too, to be honest..." he mumbled to himself, climbing out of bed, before putting on a bath towel and making his way down the hallway to the bathroom door.

     He stopped in front of it, knocking on it before calling out to the older man. "Zachary?"

     "Hmm?"

     Leroy could make out a response and the older man's movements amid the loud water.

     "Leroy?"

     "Can I come shower with you?" The younger man asked, pressing his ear against the bathroom door. "You scared me. It took a while for me to realize where you were."

     "Sorry, I thought I would sneak out and then sneak back in," Zach admitted as the doorknob twisted open.

     Leroy bit down his bottom lip to avoid splattering gibberish when Zach was in front of him. His usually big curly hair was held back in a braid, and his lean shoulders covered in hickeys were the first things Leroy caught sight of.

     "Are you coming in?" Zach asked, pulling the door back a bit more. Leroy blinked before looking into the bathroom. There was a plastic chair by the side of the bathtub, which seemed to have been maybe borrowed from his sister's room in the basement, and it looked like Zach had been looking through the bathroom judging from how the bottles of shampoo and body wash were arranged neatly in a line by the bathtub. The whole floor was wet—with the bathmat and toilet seat cover drenched in water.

     "Err—yeah," he muttered, rushing in. He turned around when he got in, looking at Zach as the older man closed the door.

     Leroy could feel his ears buzz as he stared at Zach's long legs and smooth back. They had seen each other naked many times—they'd also gotten as close as possible to having sex yesterday too, but seeing Zach standing tall with beads of water rolling off his tanned skin had Leroy's stomach in a knot. His lower half was in on it too, and the younger man wondered if there was a way to shower without ever taking off the bathrobe.

     "How long have you been here?" Leroy asked as Zach wandered off to the plastic seat and sat down. The man started loosening his braid, and beginning what Leory could only guess was a detangling routine.

     "About twenty or so minutes," Zach said, shrugging his shoulders as he took out the last bit of his braid. "Sorry about the mess. I just can't stand very long..." the older man said, looking over to the bathtub. "It wouldn't be pretty if I fell. Too slippery."

     "I see," Leroy said. Well, one part of his question had been answered. He took off his bathrobe, hanging it up before wandering to the bathtub. "I'll get a chair just for you, so you don't have to take my sister's," Leroy said, climbing into the tub and turning on the shower.

     "You don't have to. It's not like I'll be in here too often. Your sister was really cool about it," Zach muttered. "I'll clean up the bathroom when we're done, don't worry."

     "No, I'll do it," Leroy said when he imagined Zach even attempting to do such. He'd hurt himself.

     "You're sure?"

      Leroy nodded. "Yeah. It'll take maybe five minutes, it's not a big deal. I just need to grab a mop."

     "Okay," Zach muttered, and Leroy smiled, before focusing on washing his hair. The bathroom was silent for the next ten minutes. When Leroy was done showering, he stepped out of the tub, and as he was drying off his hair, Zach began to ramble.

     "Err..." Zachary trailed, leaning forward on the plastic seat. "I forgot my cane back in my place. I know I discussed bringing that with me instead of my chair..."

     "We can stop at your place before heading to the mall. It's morning, we have a couple of hours," Leory said, letting the water from the shower hit his face. "Don't worry about it."

     Zach nodded.

     "Oh, and also," the older man started. "Your sister asked if I could come to her thing too. I wasn't sure if that was okay with you since you're going to be the one taking her on Sunday..."

     Leroy seemed to think about it a bit before shrugging. "It shouldn't be a problem, but like, there's a lot of standing, but I guess we can get a chair..." he trailed. "Also, there are a lot of people at those markets," Leroy mentioned, looking at Zach who was still sitting on the plastic chair.

     Zach sighed. "I don't want to make your sister think I don't want to hang out with her."

     "Why does that matter?" Leroy asked, raising a brow as he wrapped himself in his bathrobe. "You met yesterday."

     "I mean I want a good impression," Zach mumbled, feeling slightly disappointed that Leroy's freckled skin was now covered up. He had been done showering eons ago but having an excuse to just sit and stare at Leroy's butt hadn't been an opportunity he would miss for the world. "If we're going to see each other often that is, but now that you mention the crowd... I'm not sure if I want to..." Zachary said, getting up from the plastic chair before grabbing the towel Emilia had told him was one hundred percent okay to use to wrap around his waist.

     "I don't know, I think it depends on how I'm feeling I'll think about it..." Zachary trailed, braiding his hair.

     "How about you tell me how you feel about that after we hang out today?" Leroy asked, and Zachary just nodded, melting under those big brown eyes that always caught him off guard.