Apparently, one drink was all it took to make River spill the beans on Zeph.

It was just as well, though. He never performed well on a hangover, and their first show was tomorrow. Still, RB had teased him about how fast he’d told him most of the details of their prior relationship.

Whatever. River was basically an open book about everyone and everything. He wasn’t going to start keeping secrets now, because of this one guy.

While he waited for Zeph to get back from whatever gym he’d vaguely mentioned before they split, he tried to find something good on TV. Flicking through all the channels twice didn’t turn up anything except The Wizard of Oz.

That was appropriate.

River smirked and left it on, checking his emails. Unsurprisingly, he had something waiting from one of the new queens. Anna Naz was the last queen driving into town tonight, and she was nervous as hell about her first show on the road. Poor thing.

He sent off a quick email in response, reminding her that Vegas was going to be a blast and she couldn’t back out now anyway, she’d be leaving Tina without a roommate and someone needed to look after her.

There—a car engine. Right outside the motel room window.

River’s breath caught, but he tried to be cool. He was still sprawled on the bed as he closed his laptop and put it aside, then finger-combed his hair into place, laced his fingers behind his head, fluffed the pillows behind him, and turned his gaze to the TV.

The knob rattled and then… God, Zeph looked good framed by a door.

“Hey,” River greeted as if he hadn’t been expecting him.

Zeph grunted and nodded, letting the door swing shut as he kicked off his shoes. “Had a good night?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yep,” Zeph confirmed.

“How’d the fights go?”

“Good.” Zeph’s gaze swept the room, from his bed to the TV, then River. He kept his eyes fixed on River as he steered around the end of his bed to sit on River’s.

His brain was clearly not in conversation mode. River loved it when Zeph was clinging to the edge of decency, trying to contain that raw need that could make him throw River into bed from halfway across the room. Maybe he should get up and make him do it.

“Blocking my view there,” River teased, turning down the volume as the bed sank under Zeph’s weight.

Zeph glanced briefly at the TV again, then smirked as he looked back. “You a friend of Dorothy?”

“I know her well. A little birdie told me you do, too.” River wagged a finger at him.

Zeph’s eyes crinkled in that sweet, rare smile. “We have that in common.” His eyes darkened again, swept down River’s body from head to toe. It was all River could do not to moan when Zeph turned toward him and rested a hand on his knee. “What did you have to drink?”

“Not nearly enough to worry, baby,” River whispered, his voice coming out more soft and hoarse than he’d meant it to.

Zeph turned away from the TV to face him, then crawled up the bed, pushing his knees apart.

Oh, God, River had missed having his weight between his legs, the heat radiating from his body between their chests as Zeph pressed himself carefully against River, as if afraid he would break him…

“Get down here,” River growled, grabbing Zeph by the shoulders to haul him down. He ground against the firm weight on him, running his hands up Zeph’s back under his t-shirt and pressing his lips into the crook of Zeph’s neck.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” Zeph breathed out, his own breath hot against River’s ear. He licked slowly around the rim until River’s knees went weak, then pressed his hardening cock into River’s thigh when he spread his legs further, letting Zeph even closer.

They were way overdressed. Luckily, it seemed Zeph agreed. He pulled back to start hauling clothes off both of their bodies in no particular order. As he pushed River’s shirt off, Zeph’s palm brushed River’s bare chest for the first time in years, sending electric sparks of desire jolting through his bones.

“Fuck.” River’s head rolled back into the pillow as he squeezed his eyes shut, raising his arms obediently.

Zeph slowed for a moment, brushing his fingertips across River’s nipple, then yanked his shirt off.

“Nnh. Please. Please,” River breathed out, not even sure what he was begging for. He was already naked otherwise, and the scrape of fabric against his legs told him that Zeph had another couple layers to go.

River shivered as Zeph groaned in appreciation for his neediness, then whispered, “Hold on, baby.”

Within moments, Zeph was naked, skin on hot skin. River was already burning up, pressing every inch of himself into Zeph and wrapping his legs tightly around Zeph’s waist.

“You make it so damn easy,” Zeph growled. “I love it.”

River pressed his lips against Zeph’s throat. “The better to fuck me.”

“Oh, I’m about to.”

Zeph’s hand ran slowly, deliberately, from his hip, a finger tracing over his hipbone until he shuddered, then up his side. By the time Zeph got to his ribs, River was biting back his needy noises.

Zeph ran his finger along the edge of his armpit, skimming the muscle by his shoulder blade, and River’s nipples were impossibly hard, his dick twitching against Zeph’s thigh as the muscles in his body all clenched and shuddered. Zeph pulled his hand up to lick his own palm.

“You fucking tease.” River loved it, though. Not many guys took the time to slow down, even when it was clearly about to get fast and hard, and make him ache for it.

Jesus. They hadn’t fucked in five years, but their sexual chemistry was as instant and explosive as if they’d never left the bed.

One of Zeph’s hands slid between their bodies as he pulled his hips back a little to give himself room. River’s whine of complaint was cut off when Zeph’s strong, wet grip wrapped around their shafts and squeezed them together.

“Oh, fuck,” was all he managed before Zeph thrust, spreading slickness along both their shafts. “Yes…!”

Zeph’s lips were on his, exactly as hot and fierce as he needed them. Zeph’s tongue forced its way between River’s lips, his nose rubbed River’s, his lips sucked River’s lower lip into his mouth, and then he bit.

River held still, a faint but high-pitched sound of need falling from his mouth before Zeph pulled back from the kiss, leaving his lips almost sore, and slapped his hip.

“Turn over.”

Oh, God, yes. River pulled his knees up to his chest to untangle his legs from Zeph’s, then rolled, squeezing between Zeph’s body and the bed and somehow managing to get onto his front.

Zeph’s hardness pressed against the inside of his thigh, then bumped his balls, ground against his crack, and Zeph was squeezing his thighs together, thrusting between them a couple of times.

“Fuck,” River whimpered. “Hurry up…!”

The tease of having that thick shaft against him, but not in him, was almost too much. He was empty, and he needed Zeph in him.

“Yes, sir. You pick up anyone else lately?”

River snorted as he grabbed a pillow to bury his face in when the going got good. “In the six hours since we got here?”

“You’re the one who tried to blow the whole team,” Zeph reminded him, and River could tell by his tone he was grinning.

“Fuck off,” River laughed. “Use one anyway, asshole.”

“Did I earn that?” Zeph clicked his tongue as he ripped open a condom. “Oops.”

“You did. But I am a slut for a good cock,” River agreed. When warm fingers pressed at his opening, then inside, he let out his breath and moaned. When he’d collected his wits enough again, he mumbled, “Or fingers, or toys, or…”

“One thing at a time,” Zeph reminded him. “We’ve got over a week left.”

River did some quick mental math. If he could get Zeph on his own a few times a day, that was… a whole lot of sex. Jesus, this trip was a good idea.

He started squirming, pushing up into Zeph’s fingers as he tightened around them, gasping for breath into the fabric. Zeph was rubbing his prostate, maddeningly slow.

“Fuck the teasing,” River finally hissed, and Zeph got the message. Fingers were replaced by a thick cock head pressing into him, filling him inch by inch with hard heat. Zeph’s nails dug into his hip, keeping him in place.

“Fuck, you’re good,” Zeph breathed out, his teeth grazing the edge of River’s jaw. He pulled back and nibbled behind his ear, then kissed the back of his neck.

River had lost the capacity for language, except, “Yes,” and, “Fuck,” and most of all, “Zeph!”

Zeph fucked him like a machine. Every thrust of his hips was smooth, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t pound him hard and fast, too. Jesus, River never wanted this moment to end.

A hand slipped under him, between the sheets and his chest, and then Zeph was tweaking his nipple.

River remembered one more word: “Christ!” He threw his head back, knocking it into Zeph’s shoulder.

Zeph’s rhythm stuttered for a moment before he picked up the pace again, hard and fast, grunting into his ear.

That sound—pure, animalistic need—was what flung River over the edge.

He came hard, desperate for a hand stroking him off but hands-free nonetheless, clenching around Zeph as Zeph slowed the pace for just a minute, letting him ride out every wave of pleasure that hit him.

Then, Zeph pinned him down by the shoulder and fucked him hard and fast. A few thrusts later, Zeph gasped. “Fuck… Yes! River!”

“Come for me, baby,” River breathed out, his cheeks flushed and head spinning. Zeph used him the way he needed to, and River fucking loved every moment of it.

Zeph pounded into him hard as he came, one arm wrapped around his waist while the other hand still kept him pinned to the bed. When his thrusts finally slowed, his grip loosened, and he slumped on top of River for a few moments.

Damp skin on skin was almost unbearably hot with River’s skin still burning, but he grinned to himself and let Zeph take a moment. Zeph’s hand was on his side now, tracing his ribs and running down to caress his hip where his nails had dug in.

“Fuck. That might bruise.”

“Good,” River breathed out, twisting to check it. It was nowhere his costumes should reveal anyway.

Zeph chuckled deeply. “Kinky bastard.”

“Just the way you like it.” River felt empty as Zeph slid out and rolled off him, but Zeph’s weight stayed right there by his side. A hand slid up to his chest to roll him over onto his side so Zeph could spoon him.

“Ooh,” River breathed out. This way, he could see the TV, and Zeph could watch over his shoulder. “Mmm, we just got to the good part.”

“I feel that way, too,” Zeph murmured.

River cracked a grin. “So romantic,” he teased.

“Never. I mean the bumsex.”

“The—” River’s laugh was quick and loud. It took a lot to take him by surprise, but Zeph had it mastered. “The bumsex?”

“The smoking hot anal, if you’d rather.”

“Yeah, that,” River giggled. “Oooh! Glinda’s wand. You know, I always wanted one.”

Zeph gave him a quick grope. “I think you were blessed with one.”

“Hey!” River laughed, squirming with the overstimulation before Zeph let go. “So were you. Jesus.”

“You all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Zeph murmured.

God, he was sweet. A ten-night-stand wasn’t supposed to care about that. River twisted to give him a fond smile over his shoulder, then tilted his chin to indicate that Zeph should kiss him. When he did, River murmured, “I’m fine. I can play rough. You did pickup soccer with me that time, didn’t you?”

“Mmm,” Zeph hummed.

“And you know I like it when you pound me through the bed… or the wall…”

“Careful what you say. My wand’s always listening.”

River smirked. “I hope so. I can whisper a little closer to it if it needs it.”

Zeph’s breath caught in his throat for a distinct moment before he tickled River’s ribs. “You’re dirty.”

“You are too, you filthy animal.” River slapped away Zeph’s hand. “We’re missing the movie, shut up.”

“You shut up,” Zeph laughed.

Before River could think up a joke to crack about wanting Zeph to make him make more noise, his eyelids were too warm and heavy to think straight. He curled up against Zeph’s chest to watch the old movie until he slept.