Z wasn’t quite as careful, but he did manage to bite his lip to keep from crying out as RT continued to fuck him hard and fast. Snatching the towel, he reached down and covered his dick, unable to hold back.
“Fuck. I’m comin’,” he announced in a harsh whisper, his dick jerking in his hand.
Apparently RT had been waiting for him, because he slammed into Z only twice more before letting go.
AFTER CLEANING UP, RYAN JOINED Z on the leather sofa in his office, lying down and resting his head on Z’s lap. It was funny how he looked forward to this time they shared together almost as much as he looked forward to sex. It was the peace Z afforded him, just by being close.
“Did you talk to Buddy?” Ryan asked, looking up at Z.
“I did. He was honored that I asked him to give me away.”
“I knew he would be,” Ryan told him. For the last two months, Ryan had been given the chance to get to know the people closest to Z. Those who Z had kept practically hidden from his friends.
Although Z no longer slept at the nursing home overnight, they did stop by for at least an hour, sometimes longer, every night to visit with Thomas and Buddy. Three nights a week, they had a standing dinner date with Buddy as well. Ryan had noticed from the very beginning just how attached to Z the older man was. He’d practically adopted Z, though Ryan didn’t think Z had even figured that out.
“Are you gettin’ nervous yet?” Z asked.
Ryan met his gaze. “About the wedding?”
Z smirked.
“Not at all. You?”
“Not yet.”
Ryan sat up abruptly. “Yet? What does that mean?”
Z smiled, then shifted, crowding Ryan until he was forced to fall onto his back, Z hovering above him.
“It doesn’t mean a thing, I just like fuckin’ with you.” Z kissed him thoroughly.
Ryan sighed. “What am I ever gonna do with you?”
“You’re gonna love me. What else can you do?”
Ryan smiled up at Z. He was right, as far as Ryan was concerned, loving Z was the only option. And he intended to do so for a very long time.