Coda 02 -A to Z

with his tongue. I wanted to tell him before I came, but I only managed to choke out his name before it hit me.
    It seemed like ages later, when I came down from it. He was standing in front of me, half-way holding me up. My shirt was unbuttoned, and he was kissing my chest. I put one arm around him and reached with my other hand for his belt. “Tell me what you want, Ang. I’ll do anything you want.”
    He looked up at me then, and it didn’t matter what he could or couldn’t say with words, because it was all in his eyes. He pushed my hand away from him. “You already did, Zach.”
    I finally got the lasagna together and took my glass of wine into the living room. He was on the couch. And he was reading.

…Angelo
    I WAKE up in Zach’s bed, early Sunday mornin’. We moved apart in the night like we always do.
    I don’t sleep here every night. Sometimes I still have to go home. The nights are the hardest, tryin’ to keep that damn bird in my chest quiet long enough for me to fall asleep. But the mornin’s are easy. I love wakin’ up and hearin’ him breathin’ next to me.
    For a minute I just watch him sleep. He’s startin’ to get tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He swears he found a gray hair the other day. He laughed, but I could tell it really did bother him a little.
    I’ve seen pictures of his dad. He’s got the same dark hair that Zach has but with gray mixed in at the sides. I know that’s how Zach’s will be too. He’ll still be cute as he is now but somehow a little more distinguished. I think it’s gonna be sexy as hell. I like thinkin’ I’ll be here to see it.
    I scoot closer, nudge him a little. He wakes up enough to wrap an arm around me and pull me tight against him. Spooning. Such a stupid word. I’d never say it out loud. But that’s what it is, and it’s my favorite part of the mornin’. I love the way he fits against me, the way he sighs a little as he relaxes into it, and the way I can feel it when he starts to wake up for real and gets hard against me.
    I wait for him to relax, for his breathin’ to slow again. Then, just barely, I push my hips back against him.

    He makes that sound I love so much: halfway a sigh, halfway a moan. His arm tightens ’round my waist, and then he pushes back. “Hate to wake you,” I say, smilin’.

    I can tell he’s smilin’, too, when he answers. “Liar. You love to wake me up.” And of course he’s right.

    I push against him again, and this time he really does moan. “I can stop and let you go back to sleep.”
    Sometimes that happens. Sometimes we just tease each other a little before driftin’ off together. But today he chuckles and says, “Not a chance, angel.” He calls me that now sometimes. It’s silly, but it always makes me smile.
    We go on like that for a while, just pushin’ against each other. Eventually he reaches down and pushes my boxers off, then his. He rolls me slowly onto my stomach. His weight on my back is so perfect. “Ang,” he asks quietly, “is this okay?”
    He always asks. Kinda funny, really, but sweet too. “Yes.”
    He gets the lube out of the drawer. He’s still on top of me, kissin’ the back of my neck, and then I feel one of his fingers slide into me. My breath catches, and he moans in response. Sometimes he’ll tease me to climax this way, just usin’ his fingers on that sweet spot inside while I grind against the bed, but not today.
    His finger is gone, and then his cock is pushin’ against me. He goes incredibly, agonizingly slow. Not thrustin’. Just gently pushin’ in, one tiny nudge at a time. He’s still kissin’ my neck and whisperin’ that he loves me. Just barely, barely movin’ against me. It’s the sweetest torture in the world. I resist the urge to push back against him, but the anticipation makes me whimper a little.
    “I love when you do that,” he says and pushes in another fraction of an inch.
    He’s about halfway in now, and I’m so close. I feel like I’m stretched so thin, pulled so tight, I can barely breathe. It’s exquisite and frightenin’, all at the same time. I don’t know if I should beg him to keep goin’ or beg him to finally fuck me for real so I can climax. “Zach?” I whisper.
    “Shhh.” Another tiny nudge. “Like this, Ang.” One of his hands slides down, under my stomach, down to my groin. “Can I make you come like this?” His hand closes around my cock, and he strokes me but just barely. “With only