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had unusual eyes. They must change color with what he wore, because Zach could have sworn they’d been blue the other day. Today, green had almost taken over, as he was wearing a light-green T-shirt with jeans.
Quinn’s feet were bare. A pair of sandals resided by the door as if waiting for someone to go out. He’d been expecting a date, not a full-fledged screwing like this on their first phase.
“You sure about this?” Zach didn’t want to ask the words for fear of denial, but he had to. Quinn hadn’t been anticipating this, though neither had Zach. Maybe they should use those shoes and forget about this. “Tonight and being with me.”
Quinn nodded. “Yep, yep. Never been surer.” He walked around Zach as if circling him and sizing him up for weakness. “You’ve been watching me a while now at Temples.”
“Yes.” Zach kept a wary eye on Quinn but didn’t let him get around to his back, keeping Quinn in front of him at all times. He slowly pivoted around on one foot.
“So do you bottom? Or top?” Quinn stopped his erratic circle but continued shimmying in place almost as if to music Zach didn’t hear. Leave it to Quinn to get right to the question at hand.
“What do you think?” Zach lowered his zipper, splaying his jeans aside even more. He pulled down the flap ever so slightly, not revealing anything but a bulge. It had the effect he wanted.
Quinn’s gaze had dived down upon the first centimeter of the zipper and wouldn’t shift back up. “Top. You’re a top all the way.” He licked his lips as soon as the words exited his mouth.
“Dammit, you got it in one.” Zach lifted his hand, ignoring Quinn’s gasp. Was the sound because he’d removed his hand or because of how much Quinn could see?
“That could be a problem.” Quinn’s voice dropped so Zach could barely hear what he said.
Zach reached the second button of his shirt—first one unbuttoned—and began to undo them one by one with painstaking slowness. “Oh?” He kept his gaze on Quinn’s face, watching every nuanced response.
“I’ve only bottomed once. Usually I’m a top.” Quinn arched a brow, not nearly as captivated by the shirt show as he had been when Zach’s hands were at his pants. So he wanted to see dick, did he?
“Not a problem.” Zach finished his shirt and tossed it off to the side. He didn’t even notice where it landed. All his focus was on Quinn. Sooner they got this straight, the better. “Just a lesson.”
“A lesson?” Quinn’s gaze wandered down Zach’s bare chest. He froze on the point where the hair went under Zach’s jeans before his gaze shifted back to Zach’s face. He arched a brow.
“That I always win. I always get what I want.” Zach moved forward with all the speed his tired body could muster. “Every time. And I will top you.” It would be a test. He had a feeling Quinn would demand Zach earn the hard-won privilege. Which he would do.
Now it was his turn to circle Quinn. He walked a wide arc around him, like a predator circling the prey. Unlike Zach, Quinn didn’t move with him. He let Zach be at his back. That was his second mistake. The first was telling Zach he’d been a top, which naturally issued the challenge. “I bet you do.” Quinn sent an invitation with his expression as he glanced behind himself at Zach. “Maybe not with me.”
“Really?” Zach moved in against Quinn’s body, pressing his front to Quinn’s back. He nipped his earlobe and then the side of his neck. “Always. I bet even with you, I’ll get my way.”
He felt Quinn’s shudder before he rubbed his heavy erection against Quinn’s back. Back and forth. He held Quinn tightly, showing his strength, both of body and of want. Quinn had to know who he was dealing with.
It wasn’t nearly enough, probably for either of them. Quinn wasn’t naked, and Zach still wore his jeans. Zach ached, he was so hard. He wanted to plunge his cock into Quinn and take him harder than he’d ever been
Quinn’s feet were bare. A pair of sandals resided by the door as if waiting for someone to go out. He’d been expecting a date, not a full-fledged screwing like this on their first phase.
“You sure about this?” Zach didn’t want to ask the words for fear of denial, but he had to. Quinn hadn’t been anticipating this, though neither had Zach. Maybe they should use those shoes and forget about this. “Tonight and being with me.”
Quinn nodded. “Yep, yep. Never been surer.” He walked around Zach as if circling him and sizing him up for weakness. “You’ve been watching me a while now at Temples.”
“Yes.” Zach kept a wary eye on Quinn but didn’t let him get around to his back, keeping Quinn in front of him at all times. He slowly pivoted around on one foot.
“So do you bottom? Or top?” Quinn stopped his erratic circle but continued shimmying in place almost as if to music Zach didn’t hear. Leave it to Quinn to get right to the question at hand.
“What do you think?” Zach lowered his zipper, splaying his jeans aside even more. He pulled down the flap ever so slightly, not revealing anything but a bulge. It had the effect he wanted.
Quinn’s gaze had dived down upon the first centimeter of the zipper and wouldn’t shift back up. “Top. You’re a top all the way.” He licked his lips as soon as the words exited his mouth.
“Dammit, you got it in one.” Zach lifted his hand, ignoring Quinn’s gasp. Was the sound because he’d removed his hand or because of how much Quinn could see?
“That could be a problem.” Quinn’s voice dropped so Zach could barely hear what he said.
Zach reached the second button of his shirt—first one unbuttoned—and began to undo them one by one with painstaking slowness. “Oh?” He kept his gaze on Quinn’s face, watching every nuanced response.
“I’ve only bottomed once. Usually I’m a top.” Quinn arched a brow, not nearly as captivated by the shirt show as he had been when Zach’s hands were at his pants. So he wanted to see dick, did he?
“Not a problem.” Zach finished his shirt and tossed it off to the side. He didn’t even notice where it landed. All his focus was on Quinn. Sooner they got this straight, the better. “Just a lesson.”
“A lesson?” Quinn’s gaze wandered down Zach’s bare chest. He froze on the point where the hair went under Zach’s jeans before his gaze shifted back to Zach’s face. He arched a brow.
“That I always win. I always get what I want.” Zach moved forward with all the speed his tired body could muster. “Every time. And I will top you.” It would be a test. He had a feeling Quinn would demand Zach earn the hard-won privilege. Which he would do.
Now it was his turn to circle Quinn. He walked a wide arc around him, like a predator circling the prey. Unlike Zach, Quinn didn’t move with him. He let Zach be at his back. That was his second mistake. The first was telling Zach he’d been a top, which naturally issued the challenge. “I bet you do.” Quinn sent an invitation with his expression as he glanced behind himself at Zach. “Maybe not with me.”
“Really?” Zach moved in against Quinn’s body, pressing his front to Quinn’s back. He nipped his earlobe and then the side of his neck. “Always. I bet even with you, I’ll get my way.”
He felt Quinn’s shudder before he rubbed his heavy erection against Quinn’s back. Back and forth. He held Quinn tightly, showing his strength, both of body and of want. Quinn had to know who he was dealing with.
It wasn’t nearly enough, probably for either of them. Quinn wasn’t naked, and Zach still wore his jeans. Zach ached, he was so hard. He wanted to plunge his cock into Quinn and take him harder than he’d ever been
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