Coda 02 -A to Z

was getting more worried by the minute. Two hours later I had just finished painting the small office in back when he came in.
    “Think we’re done. Told Matt he didn’t have to stay.”
    “Good. We can grab some lunch, and then maybe start looking for a place to live.” He still wasn’t looking at me. We stood there for a minute, me looking at him and him looking everywhere but back. I stepped closer. “Ang?”
    “Yeah?”
“Please tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothin’ wrong.”
    “I think you’re lying.” He just shrugged. I sighed and said, “Angelo, look at me!” He did, but his eyes were wary. “Talk to me.”
    He shrunk in on himself a little bit. “It’s not ’bout you, Zach.” “It feels like it’s about me.”
    “No!” He said it with such ferocity, and it made me feel a little better.
    I stepped closer. I slowly reached out and hooked one of my fingers in his belt loop. He didn’t resist as I pulled him closer. I took his face in my hands, brushed the hair out of his eyes so I could look into them. “Do you regret what happened last night?”
    “No!” He grabbed me and pulled my head down to kiss me insistently. When he pulled away, his eyes met mine without flinching. “Don’t regret any of it.”
    “Are you sure?”

    He actually smiled then, his lopsided smirk. “Take me back to the motel. I’ll show you how much I don’t regret it.”

    Who am I to argue with a request like that? I smiled back at him. “Okay.”

…Angelo
    W E COME back to the room. Tear each other’s clothes off and get back in bed, laughin’ like kids. Zach acts like we have all the time in the world.
    Guess maybe we do.
    Been with a lot of guys over the years, but never like this. Always just guys I picked up. It was quick and impersonal, and that was the way I liked it. Bein’ with Zach’s completely different. He doesn’t hurry. Doesn’t go right for the prize. This time seems like he just plans to just touch me and kiss me, feel our cocks rubbin’ between us, all the way to the end. I keep expectin’ him to want more, but he never does. I actually start to worry maybe he’s not into it.
    “You don’t want me?” I finally ask.
    He laughs a little, squeezes me tight and grinds himself harder against me. “Jesus, Ang,” he whispers. “How can you possibly think that I don’t want you right now?”
    It’s certainly true he’s been hard the whole time, and it sounds like he’s enjoyin’ himself.

    “This all you want?” I ask.
    “Yes.” He’s kissin’ my neck, and his hands are everywhere at once, and God, it feels so good. How’d I get through life this long without anybody touchin’ me like this? “I’ll do anything you want, Ang. Just name it, and it’s yours. But, for me,” he says quietly, his arms tightenin’ around me, “yes. This is all I want. You’re everything I want.”
    Wish I could tell him then how much I love him. Wish I could open my heart and just let him see. But I don’t know how. Instead I wrap my arms ’round him and surrender myself to him completely. I want him to own very inch of me. I’m amazed how natural it feels to let go like that and let him take the lead. With other guys I always had to be in control. But not with him. I trust him so much. It’s a new feelin’ for me. Think I like it.
    He kisses me everywhere, movin’ over my whole body. He has me lay on my stomach. He kisses my shoulders and my back and all the way down my spine. He even kisses behind my knees. Then he rolls me over and slowly moves back up. He kisses up my thighs, over my hips, and all around my patch of hair. I can’t believe what it does to me—the way the passion inside me just builds and builds.
    “I love your skin,” he whispers as he’s kissin’ my stomach, and I have to laugh.

    “Pretty sure nobody’s ever said that to me.”

    “It’s true. I love the color. I love how soft it is. I even love the way it tastes.”
    “Salty?” I’m still laughin’ a little bit.
“No.” He smiles up at me. “You’re sweeter.”
    He finally moves up and holds me in his arms. He kisses the inside of my wrists and the palms of my hands. He sucks on my fingers a little, and I think I might explode. How can somethin’ silly like that feel so fuckin’ good? I don’t understand it. It’s like he’s findin’ secret places on my body I never knew I had. Places that are only for him. I close my eyes and let myself be carried away by the feel of his skin