Chapter 8
“This is the great room. Right over here is the office. To the left is the bedroom. We’re standing in the kitchenette, and the bathroom’s through that door. There you go, tour complete. Welcome to my humble abode.”
Jonah smiled hesitantly at Zev as he gave a tour that consisted of him standing in the center of his two-hundred-square-foot dorm room and moving his hand in various directions. He hoped his nervousness over this visit wasn’t too obvious. After all those years growing up together, being best friends, and then finally coming to terms with the depth of their feelings, Jonah had moved away to school and left his heart behind. He’d been aware of his crush on Zev for years, but it wasn’t until he no longer saw his friend every day that he realized the enormity of his desire for the other man.
It’d been six months since he’d last seen Zev. They’d kept in close touch, of course, but it hadn’t been enough. Jonah had dreamed of Zev every night since he’d moved away. He’d compared every man he met on campus to the man he’d left behind and nobody came close to measuring up.
Jonah had been looking forward to his friend’s visit since the day they’d said goodbye. But now that he had Zev standing inches away from him, he was nervous. Would they still have their effortless connection or would things be strained? Would Zev want to continue their all-too-brief explorations or was he just there to visit his old friend in the platonic sense of the word?
“Okay, couch with stained cushions, check. Two desks, check. Set of bunk beds, check. And a microwave and mini-fridge, check. You’re living the high life here, Blondie.” Zev chuckled as he closed the dorm room door behind him and dropped his duffel bag to the ground.
“Hey, screw you, Hassick. I’ll have you know this is premier student housing. There’s even a waiting list for this place.”
Zev walked over to his friend and wrapped his arms around Jonah’s waist.
“I wasn’t teasing, Jonah. Believe me, this is way better than where I’m crashing these days. At least you have running water.”
The familiar back and forth banter, and the feeling of Zev’s body so close to his, comforted Jonah. This was still his Zev; time and distance had kept them apart physically, but nothing had changed between them. Relief quickly turned to desire when Jonah felt Zev’s hardness press against his hip. And suddenly, Jonah could no longer remember what they’d been discussing.
Wait. Did Zev say something about not having running water? Jonah reached up and stroked Zev’s cheek, enjoying the rough whiskers rubbing against his hand.
“What’re you talking about, Zev? Aren’t you living with your folks?”
“Nah. Moved out months ago. Been camping out in a tent, saving up for my own place.”
Damn, but Zev smelled good. Standing as close as they were, Jonah could feel the heat that radiated off that hard, muscular body, could feel Zev’s breath brush against his face, could see amber eyes that seemed to glow look at him with an expression that matched the longing Jonah felt in his own gut every time he so much as thought about his friend.
“You never said anything on the phone. Why’d you move out?”
Jonah could hear the roughness in his own voice. He tried to swallow down his need. They’d been apart for months. They should talk, catch up on things. He should tell Zev about school, hear about how Zev was doing working for his family business, ask about Lori and Toby.
“Do you really want to talk about my living arrangements right now, Blondie?”
Zev bent down, licked at Jonah’s neck, and groaned. The sound vibrated against Jonah’s skin, causing ripples of pleasure and desire to make their way down his chest to his groin. He was already painfully hard and they’d barely touched each other.
“Ehm.” Jonah cleared his throat. “No, we don’t have to talk about that. What do you want to talk about, Hassick?”
“Don’t wanna talk at all, Blondie,” Zev said, his voice husky.
Jonah didn’t get a chance to respond because Zev tightened his strong arms around Jonah, caressed his flank, and then pressed his firm lips over Jonah’s. The pressure of Zev’s mouth was warm and welcome. Zev’s tongue swiped across Jonah’s lips and pressed into his mouth, and both men moaned with pleasure. Zev’s body felt so good, tasted so good, that Jonah’s brain completely shut down and his body took over, relishing the sensations of touch and taste and smell. The real Zev was so much better than what Jonah had remembered in his many, many fantasies.
Before Jonah knew he was moving, Zev had steered them toward the bed and the larger man was pulling at Jonah’s zipper with a desperation that comforted him; he wasn’t alone in this all-consuming need. The lack of oxygen was making Jonah light-headed, but still he whimpered with regret when Zev pulled that delicious mouth away. Then Zev’s full lips made their way across Jonah’s jaw, behind his ear, and down his neck with licks and nibbles, and Jonah moaned out his gratitude.
“Want you, Blondie.” Zev’s voice caused a familiar aching need to travel over Jonah’s entire body.
“Yes.” Jonah wasn’t sure if Zev had actually asked him anything, but he wanted his friend to know that he was on board for everything.
Zev yanked off Jonah’s shirt, pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down to his ankles, and then lowered him onto the bed. Jonah looked up at Zev, pleasure and desire coursing through him. He kicked his feet, trying to dislodge the clothing trapped at his ankles, but he wasn’t having any success.
Zev chuckled, dropped to his haunches, and unlaced Jonah’s All Stars. Strong, thick fingers pulled Jonah’s shoes off his feet while Zev’s talented mouth covered whatever skin was available with kisses and licks. When Jonah was finally nude, Zev gripped the bottom of his own shirt and peeled it off over his head. He had begun to rise to his feet, but paused when he was at eye level with Jonah’s erection. Darting his tongue out, he licked his lips and glanced up.
“Jonah?”
It took a few seconds for Jonah’s brain to register the change in Zev’s tone and several more seconds to gather the brain cells necessary to speak.
“Yeah?”
“I want… I want…”
Jonah sat up, gazed appreciatively at Zev’s hard chest, and trailed his fingers through the soft, dark hair covering bulging muscles.
“What do you want, Zev?”
Intense amber eyes peered at Jonah’s face, then down to his lap, and back to his face again.
“I want to put my mouth there. To, uh, taste you there.” Zev looked pointedly at Jonah’s hard dick with every there.
An embarrassingly needy noise snuck out of Jonah’s mouth. The thought of Zev’s lips wrapped around his cock was so damn hot it was a wonder Jonah didn’t explode from the words alone.
“P-p-please.”
Jonah’s stuttered acquiescence seemed to be the only motivation Zev needed to move forward. He wrapped sure, steady fingers around the base of Jonah’s cock and dipped his face forward until his wet lips met the hot skin. Zev moved his hand up and down Jonah’s length and peppered gentle kisses along Jonah’s shaft. Jonah melted onto the bed. He lay on his back, propped up on pillows, and watched his friend with a heated gaze.
The gentle kisses turned to sucks, and then Zev darted his tongue out to taste and lick. Though his first attempts were tentative, Jonah’s flavor triggered something primal deep within him and he quickly needed more. With long swipes of his tongue, he moved up and down every inch of skin, then kisses and sucks followed the prominent vein that pulsed with Jonah’s increased excitement, and eventually, Zev opened his lips over Jonah’s cock and sucked the crown into the wet heat of his mouth.
“Nnnh, Zev!” Jonah cried out. Clutching the sheets at his side, he threw his head back and clenched his eyes shut as his chest heaved.
Zev popped his mouth off the velvety heat that had felt so perfect on his tongue.
“Did…did I hurt you, Blondie? Want me to stop?”
Jonah tightened his stomach muscles and raised his upper body off the bed. His eyes were wild and desperate as he looked at Zev.
“Please, Zev. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Oh, damn. You’re so hot, Blondie!”
With those words, Zev opened his mouth and fell forward, taking Jonah deep inside. He twisted his hand while it moved over the base of Jonah’s dick and pumped up to meet his mouth as he bobbed up and down, taking in as much of that hardness as he could.
“I’m gonna… Zev, oh God. You need to move your mouth before I… Zev!”
Jonah twined his fingers in Zev’s hair and tried to pull him off, but there was no way Zev was going to release his prize. He was so turned on by Jonah’s noises, by the feel of Jonah’s erection, by the taste of his skin. And he wanted more. He wanted to taste Jonah’s release.
Without hardly realizing what he was doing, Zev moved his right hand down to his jeans. He pried open the button, lowered the zipper, and tugged his painfully hard dick out of his briefs. Then Zev fisted his hand over his own engorged length as he sucked and pulled Jonah’s pleasure from him.
“Zev, Zev, nnnh, Zev!”
Jonah cried out Zev’s name with a triumphant shout and thrust his hips up just as his seed shot into Zev’s waiting mouth. The taste of his mate was an erotic elixir that pushed every one of Zev’s sensual buttons. He swallowed down Jonah’s offering and moaned as his own hot, wet release covered his hand. Zev was still suckling on Jonah’s softening dick when tender hands caressed his hair and gently urged him up.
“Too sensitive, Zev. C’mere.”
Zev moved off his mate’s glorious dick and gave it a final swipe.
“You have an unusually long and coordinated tongue.”
Ignoring the observation, Zev crawled over his mate and petted his warm skin.
His nose twitching, Jonah turned his head to the side. His eyes widened as he stared at Zev’s cum-covered palm. He curled his fingers around the back of Zev’s hand and brought it forward, leaning up and licking the fluid into his mouth.
“Holy damn, Blondie!”
Zev gasped at the sexy show taking place in front of him. He dipped his head until his mouth met Jonah’s and pushed his tongue inside. Their tastes mingled together and sent his body into overdrive.
Jonah felt an odd clenching and releasing deep within himself. He’d only had that sensation one other time: the day before he’d left Etzgadol, when he’d been fantasizing about Zev in the shower. But this time, the feelings were stronger, more insistent. He needed…something. No, not something. He needed Zev. Needed Zev inside his body.
Although Jonah’s sexual experiences were limited to those he’d shared with Zev, he’d spent more computer time surfing for porn than he had doing class work over the past six months. He’d watch hard bodies writhe together in various poses and always imagined himself and Zev in their places. And while most of the scenes and positions led to fantasies of Jonah in either actor’s role, there was a notable exception. Whenever he saw two actors engaged in penetration, Jonah imagined himself on the receiving end. Every single time.
At first, Jonah wondered whether that was strange. Whether it held some deeper meaning into him as a person. But then he found various websites catering to gay men, read articles and advice columns, and decided that it didn’t mean anything. It just was. He only hoped that Zev would prefer to take the opposite role. If not, they’d take turns. Jonah wasn’t about to walk away from Zev over something like who was on top.