seem practical on a road trip, so we’ll call this good.”
“So now what happens?”
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“I recite a few prayers, and then…” Zach connected the circuits for the
shamash candle and the first candle. The LED lights glowed faintly.
Austin blinked. After a minute he commented, “Maybe the prayers will be
more impressive.”
Zach whipped through lightning-speed renditions of the blessing for lighting
the candles and the blessing for the miracles of Hanukkah, then launched into the
Shehecheyanu, although he forgot the Hebrew halfway through and mumbled
everything after “King of the Universe.” Austin was hardly likely to notice. When he
finished he propped the menorah onto the sill of the dingy window.
“Now what?” Austin asked.
Zach shrugged. “That’s it really.”
Austin scowled. “
That
is Hanukkah?”
“You’re supposed to have family around and a big meal and exchange presents
of course. But all said, it’s not that big of a deal. There are bigger Jewish holidays,
but Hanukkah gets a promotion as a Christmas substitute for ostracized Jewish
American children looking longingly at Christmas trees and stockings stuffed with
presents.”
“You going to undress and give me
my
present?” Austin asked, mouth
quirking.
Zach launched himself onto the bed. He was nearly thrown off the other side
by the force of the bedsprings.
“Watch it.” Austin grabbed Zach’s arm to steady him. “This bed is terrible.”
“It’s horizontal. That’s all that matters.” Zach made himself comfortable next
to Austin.
The television’s flickering images advertising better mopping solutions briefly
distracted Zach. But Austin focused on Zach’s mouth, leaned in, and kissed him.
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The bed moved around on its own under Zach, which was a little disconcerting,
but the mounting pressure of Austin’s kiss soon consumed him. When they at last
broke, Austin looked dazed, and desire flooded Zach’s body.
“Do your parents honestly want to meet me?” Austin asked.
The question surprised Zach, but he nodded. “Yes.”
“Seems strange,” Austin commented. He looked a little embarrassed. “I can’t
imagine my father ever wanting to meet you.”
“The only thing my parents don’t know is that you’re not Jewish,” Zach said.
“Is that a problem? It seems like that matters only if we were going to have
kids, and it’s not like we’re going to be procreating.”
“Why don’t you give it a try, see what happens.”
Austin snorted, but he diligently reached down and unbuttoned Zach’s jeans.
“I’m going to be pissed if this knocks you up.”
“Give it your best shot,” Zach encouraged.
Austin laughed. “You kill me, babe.”
“Maybe later. Right now I want you to fuck me.”
“Sure thing. Hold still.”
Austin yanked at Zach’s jeans and pulled them off. He helped Zach out of his
socks, his underwear. Zach sat up and removed his shirt. He lay back down,
breathing heavier, watching to see what Austin would do next.
Austin was a very focused lover. He stared at Zach’s cock intensely, drinking
in the sight. They had done this a hundred times, but each time seemed to build in
Zach’s mind, escalate the force of Austin’s need. Zach felt exposed under Austin’s
gaze and reached up to draw him closer or move him away, anything to break the
power of that look.
Zach shifted. Austin reached down and spread Zach’s legs wider, allowing him
no place to hide.
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“Are you going to undress?” Zach asked. Austin didn’t answer; instead he slid
his hands inward, over the sensitive hairs of Zach’s inner thighs. The feeling both
aroused and tickled. “I’m pleased you’re enjoying the view,” Zach continued, “but I
think maybe you could—”
“Shh.” Austin didn’t touch Zach’s cock, at full mast and ready for attention.
Instead he stroked Zach’s thighs and balls. He then gently but insistently pushed
Zach’s legs up until his knees were near his shoulders. Zach felt exposed in such a
position, but he trusted Austin.
Finally, Austin’s large palm encircled Zach’s cock and began to stroke in
rhythm. Zach leaned back against the stiff pillow and stared up at the stain on the
ceiling, oblivious to everything but the feel of Austin’s hands. Austin shifted, and
Zach looked between his spread legs to see Austin pull Zach’s cock into his mouth.
Austin’s lips stretched over the taut flesh, and Zach had to force himself not to
moan aloud. Austin tongued the length of his shaft, dipped lower, and laved each
testicle, his movements rhythmic and certain, colored with the confidence of one
who knew his lover well.
Austin fingered Zach’s anus and pressed gently inside. Zach relaxed his
muscles, anticipation fluttering through him. His body shivered with need, but
Austin moved slowly, taking control. By the time Austin decided to undress, pull on
a condom, and lather his cock with lube, Zach was fisting the sheets and bleary-
eyed with need.
Austin was slow at foreplay, but quick with penetration. He pulled Zach to him
and held him open as he pushed his cock all the way in. Zach froze, impaled on
Austin’s cock, the shock fresh and exciting and overwhelming, the fullness and the
threat of pain so close, but never reached. When Austin fucked him, it always
verged on excessive, and that was what excited Zach. Austin had the temper and
strength to take too much, but he never did. He claimed Zach thoroughly but never
crossed the line where something hurt for real.
“Yeah?” Austin gasped.
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Zach gave a guttural moan in response, but Austin understood him and
started thrusting. He did nothing by halves. He drove into Zach hard, his rhythm
fast and deep, and it took Zach’s breath away. He had to remember to breathe. He
had to force himself to swallow air and concentrate on not clawing apart the sheets.
Explosions of sensation ricocheted through Zach’s body, starting with his cock
and flowing through him, numbing his mind. He wanted to wait. He wanted Austin
to come first just once, so he could know he was capable of making Austin lose
control. But Austin was too accurate with each stroke, the pounding intensive and
filling. Austin clenched his fist around Zach’s cock, and Zach came, hot seed
shooting between them, but the pace of Austin’s thrusting didn’t slow. Austin
panted, quietly fucking Zach, and turned him slightly to change the angle. Zach
clenched his ass around the intrusion and emitted a deep gasp. His hands trembled
around Zach as he pulsed his release deep inside of Zach’s body.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, catching their breath. And for
a long time there was no thought and no conversation and no future. There was only
this, the coupling of two bodies, a complicated rhythm that had crescendoed into
desperation and—at the last—sentimentality, as Austin gathered Zach closer and
pressed his face into the crook of Zach’s neck, kissing him there and whispering
something about love that probably had more to do with the rush of endorphins and
less about Zach himself.
But Zach didn’t complain. He loved being held and always sighed when Austin
finally extricated himself. Austin walked into the bathroom, dumped the condom,
and returned with a towel.
He gave Zach a crooked smile. “You made a mess.” It wasn’t much of a
chastisement, since Austin looked thoroughly pleased by the result. He wiped Zach’s
chest and between his legs before giving his own dick one last wipe and tossing the
cloth on the floor. He collapsed next to Zach in bed.
“Cleaning lady’s going to love that washcloth,” Zach mumbled.
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Austin laughed into Zach’s shoulder. Zach relaxed into the soft mattress,
smiling and enjoying his warm, boneless body. Within minutes Austin passed into a
deep, unresponsive slumber. Zach, high on the orgasm and drunk on love, couldn’t
sleep.
He maneuvered out of Austin’s heavy embrace and cranked the timer for the
shower. The showerhead squealed with pressure, and the noise was enough to wake
the damned, but a quick peek into the main room confirmed Austin still slept,
naked body sprawled across both beds in possessive contentment. The shower
alternated blazing heat and frigid cold, so Zach stepped out before his ten minutes
were up. He returned to bed and pulled the thin sheets over them. The expectation
of great things to come with Austin filled Zach with nervous excitement. He’d had
strong hopes before, in other failed relationships, until reality came crashing down,
and he ended up distraught, heartbroken, and oftentimes broke.
Zach shook his head. No good came out of dwelling on his past mistakes. He
had to focus on Austin, who was not Ed or any of his other lovers.
And his parents were going to love Austin. His grandmother would be thrilled
to have her car. And as he lay there, staring at Austin’s slack mouth, he smiled. It
would
be an adventure. It would actually be a
blast.
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Chapter Two
Thursday, December 2
Austin was in a bad mood.
His back was stiff after having fallen in the crack between the twin beds at
some point the night before. The dry, crisp air east of the mountains reddened his
eyes.
And when he stepped out of their motel room and saw the broken glints of
light beneath the passenger-side door of the Spectrum, the final straw broke.
He rushed forward, furious as he took in the shattered window and round
pieces of safety glass on the vinyl seat, sparkling like plastic diamonds.
“Oh no!” Zach hurried after him, looking sick as he took in the damage.
Austin yanked open the driver’s-side door and shoved his hand past the
cassette tapes. As he feared, he felt nothing but air. “They took my fucking iPod!”
Zach surveyed the rest of the car. “They stole our cooler too. All our snacks and
beverages.”
Austin looked at him as if he were insane.
“It’s okay,” Zach said, holding out his hands defensively. His weak smile didn’t
fool anyone. “We’re insured against theft.”
“Yeah? At what deductible?”
Zach swallowed. “Five hundred dollars.”
Austin punched the roof of the car. “Great! Fucking great! The entire
goddamned
car
isn’t worth five hundred dollars!”
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“I know,” Zach said. He brushed the glass off the passenger seat. “It’s all right,
Austin. I’ll buy you another iPod—”
“That isn’t the fucking point!”
Zach ran a hand through his hair. “Well, what do you want to do?”
“Anything but this,” Austin spat.
As soon as he said the words, he regretted them. He sounded childish, and he
saw disappointment rock through Zach—the instant pain and his attempt to conceal
it. Austin had never been with anyone as sensitive as Zach or as readable. Zach’s
heart wasn’t pinned on his sleeve. It was stapled everywhere, completely exposed,
every wide-eyed look of hurt or dark glance of anger a clear sign of what he felt.
Austin stared at the console and, unable to control his anger, kicked the
driver’s-side door and walked back into their room.
Now what was he going to do?
He would have to apologize, for one thing. Which didn’t come naturally. He
wasn’t used to sharing his feelings with anyone, let alone worrying about someone
else’s.
But something about Zach made him try harder to be kind. He loved the guy.
A lot. More than anyone he’d ever been with. Zach was funny, clever, and easy to
spend time with, besides being a terrific lay, and he had a way of making Austin’s
blood pressure lower. Zach relaxed him, and so it was worth the extra effort to see
to Zach’s needs.
Besides, he hadn’t meant it when he said he wanted to go home. He was just
pissed. Pissed at himself mostly, for being an idiot and leaving his iPod in the car.
What was he thinking? He was in a fucking motel off the interstate in fucking
Ellensburg. He had to be more careful.
He heard Zach outside, talking to someone else, but Austin was still too angry
to socialize with strangers. Instead he did a quick once-over of the shitty room to
make sure they didn’t leave anything behind.
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Assured they had everything, Austin picked up his duffel and backpack and
rolled Zach’s suitcase outside. Zach had covered the passenger-side window with a
clear plastic bag and duct tape. A grizzled, bedraggled older woman chatted with
him as she smoked a long pink cigarette. She wore a name tag, so Austin assumed
she was the morning-shift motel manager. The way she laughed at Zach and called