Who: Zeke and Carson When: a Thursday evening in July Where: a bar along the pier, then Zeke’s house Warnings: naughtyyyyy (NSFW)
Carson did his best not to drink too often on weeknights. Usually he had a client or a class the next day, but this week his Friday appointment had canceled. He’d been through a bad bout of drinking a few years back, when he hadn’t been dealing well with anything at all, and he didn’t want to repeat that. It was so easy to fall back into bad habits. But that particular Thursday, he just felt like being out of the house. He wanted to be around people, but didn’t really want to call anyone in particular. Rylee was working, and that restless feeling wasn’t going away, so Carson went out.
He drove down to the pier to hit up his favorite bar, walking in and immediately feeling a bit better that there were plenty of other people there too. There were sports playing on the big screen TVs, and some people munching on wings and chili fries, and it all felt nice and normal and like what he needed. Carson made his way over to a spot on the bar that had a good view of one of the TVs and settled in. He ordered a beer, not wanting to get into anything too heavy. Just a bit of a buzz he could ride out until he felt like going back home.
Zeke had been busting his ass settling into his new place and getting his shop organized and staffed. He had an apprentice tattoo artist along with another guy who had experience and could run the shop if Zeke needed time off for any reason. Which he very well might, given his recent condition. The day after the full moon was going to be tricky. At any rate, he was in no mood to think about that today, despite the full coming up very soon. Tonight was for getting his mind off of things he didn’t care to ponder.
There were nights he stayed open late to accommodate those who wanted consults or to get tattoos after work, but this wasn’t one of them. He could have called on someone to accompany him, but normally Zeke didn’t have trouble making friends, so he decided not to. He headed into one of his go-to bars to eat and drink, because did he ever have to do a lot of both of those. Along with turning into a huge-ass snake every month, he’d found that his new situation came with the need to mainline calories or he lost three or four pounds a week. Hyper metabolism, anyone? Luckily the place wasn’t too packed yet, and he easily found a seat at the bar, glancing around and only then realizing that he knew the guy next to him.
“Hey,” he said with a smile curving his lips. “Been a while.”
Carson had been glancing between the game on the big screen and the smaller screen of his phone, thumb-scrolling through his Twitter feed, so he didn’t really pay much attention to the guy who sat down at the bar with him. His gaze ticked up when someone spoke in his direction, and Carson immediately grinned brightly. He should have recognized Zeke just by his smell alone -- a heady, sexy mix of whatever soap he used and Tattoo Shop that Carson always loved for some reason. That smell had a lot of good memories tied to it. “Well hey there,” he said as he set his phone down on the bar top, turning his body toward Zeke a bit. “Too long. How’s it going, man?” He looked good, but then again Zeke always looked good to Carson.
“Oh, it’s going,” Zeke said. He couldn’t keep his eyes from lingering on Carson’s face, his shoulders, his muscled arms and more but he figured that would be okay with the other man. It wasn’t as if they were unfamiliar with each other. Why not show that he liked what he saw? “I’m permanently back in town now, got my shop set up. It’s been hectic, but I’m happy.” He’d let some people know he was back but hadn’t gotten completely down the list yet; he really had been covered over with life stuff and getting shit organized. “How about you, how’ve you been?” He knew that Carson had gone through some extremely hard times, but he looked well tonight. A good sign.
Carson naturally knew that Zeke was attracted to him, even minus half his leg and plus a whole lot of scars, but that look never failed to make him feel a little giddy. Like he was something delicious to be devoured. “Oh yeah, I remember seeing you were coming back,” he said, still smiling over at Zeke. “Where’s the new shop at? Bet your ass I’ll be there for some work soon.” He’d gotten addicted to tattoos during and after his recovery, Carson kind of saw them as a way to claim his body back. Zeke was his favorite artist, and he had some blank skin that needed filling. “I’m doin’ okay. Still working at the gym, same old shit, you know?” He shrugged.
“It’s over on Jerusalem Street, just off the main drag,” Zeke said when Carson asked where his shop was located. “Called Marked for Life.” He grinned, amused by that. Between the two of them, they had innumerable tattoos, and he would’ve had to agree that they were addictive. Having them made him feel like the most authentic version of himself that was possible, and it was something to hold on to amidst the drastic changes that had happened in his life lately. “You should definitely come by. I have a lot of new designs.” He did custom work as well, but he liked to have a lot for customers to choose from. When Carson said he was still working at the gym, Zeke reached over to brush a bicep with his fingers. Quickly, not anything that anyone would object to, even though he couldn’t say he gave much of a shit if anyone did, anyway. “I can tell,” he said with a slight wink.
Carson certainly didn’t object, nor did he care if anyone else in the bar did. They’d all but ceased to exist for him anyway. He let out a little snicker, some color coming into his cheeks at the compliment, and resisted the urge to flex that arm. It wasn’t like Zeke didn’t intimately know his physique -- their hookups tended to happen fast whenever Zeke swung back through town to visit his family, but they made damn sure to explore each other. But Carson still liked to put his sexiest foot forward, so to speak. “I like the name,” he said belatedly, not wanting to go completely off the rails into flirtation just yet. He did like the guy as a person, too. “Marked for Life, that’s good. You put that together fast, didn’t you? No wonder you didn’t call me.” He gave Zeke a teasing grin before lifting his beer bottle to his lips.
The bartender arrived to take Zeke’s order, and he ordered a beer and some wings before turning his attention back to Carson. “Thanks,” he said. “I’ve been working on everything for a while, just doing it remotely from New Orleans. I had a shop there with the same name, but I sold it to my partner when I decided to move back. So there’s two Marked for Lifes.” The man with whom he’d been working hadn’t understood Zeke’s haste to get out of the crescent city, and Zeke hadn’t explained. There wasn’t a living soul who knew what he was now except perhaps for whomever had bitten him that night. “Sorry about the lack of a text or call,” he added with a rueful expression. He always enjoyed just shooting the shit with Carson, whether or not there was a hookup involved. Those kinds of friends were worth keeping.
“Nah man, sounds like you were busy,” Carson answered with a wave of one hand. That hand dropped to his phone to spin it around a few times on the slick bar top. He was glad he’d decided to come out tonight, and by himself. It was always fun running into Zeke, especially by accident. Hopefully it would be happening even more now that he was back in town. Carson was dating someone, sure, but they weren’t really exclusive yet, so he still felt free to see one of his favorite people. “You can make it up to me,” he added with another grin, this one tinged with wickedness. “Tell me about New Orleans though! Did you love it? Bet it’s hot as hell, huh? How was the food? There was a Cajun in my unit in basic, he wouldn’t fuckin’ shut up about cayenne and gumbo and shit.”
“Busy ain’t the word,” Zeke agreed. He was hoping that life would settle down at least a little bit, enough so he could enjoy being home. He kept earnestly wishing that the whole snake thing was a fluke, but it had happened here last month, so he knew it wasn’t a weird New Orleans hoodoo kind of thing. That was disappointing, but he supposed he’d learn to live with it. His smile widened when Carson said he could make up for not calling or texting. “You know I can,” he said, then nodded a thanks to the bartender when his beer was put down. He laughed as he thought of his memories of New Orleans. “Hot as the devil’s taint,” he agreed. “But man, what a place. It’s a whole different atmosphere than anywhere I’ve ever lived.” And he’d lived a lot of places. “And the food.” He rolled his eyes to the heavens. “Crawfish etoufee done just right, gumbo, shrimp. The seafood’s amazing.”
It did sound nice -- everything but the heat, that was, Carson couldn’t say he was fond of that level of humidity -- and it made him wonder a bit why Zeke had left to come back to Point Pleasant. Some people might have wondered the same thing about him; after his recovery, he pretty much could have gone anywhere. But Maine was home, and Rylee was here, and there was just something about this town that drew him back in. He smiled as Zeke talked, and idly considered getting some food himself. Talking about it was making his stomach feel emptier. “Careful, I might be begging you to cook for me,” he said with a grin. “Or for a buddy road trip down there. I’ve never been.” Carson picked up his beer again to sip on.
“I make a mean shrimp etoufee,” Zeke said. He’d never really worked with crawfish that much, but nearly everyone liked shrimp, unless they happened to be allergic. “Wouldn’t mind trying it out up here.” He liked to cook even if he didn’t often make time for it; maybe a nice evening in with someone he liked would be just the thing. “I’m sure I’ll be visitin’ sometime too. I can let you know the next time, if you want.” It sure as hell wouldn’t be anytime around the full moon, but hopefully he could manage to work around that. It was still early days as far as his snake rampages went. “Everyone should see New Orleans at least once.” He drained his beer and signaled for another, hoping his wings would be along soon. His stomach felt glued to his backbone.
“Yeah, let me know,” Carson said with a smile. He wasn’t sure that he would actually be able to go -- he wasn’t absolutely free to drop everything for a couple of weeks and still have a job -- but maybe he could work something out. He thought he and Zeke could have fun out there together. They certainly did when they were together here. “In the meantime, I’ll start trying to sweet talk you into cooking for me.” Carson flashed him a grin, already hoping he could sweet talk Zeke into some other things too. Not that it usually took much persuasion on his part, but still.
“Will do,” Zeke said. He had no idea when he might take a notion to do a New Orleans trip, but it’d be awesome to have company. His gaze locked on Carson’s mouth when the other man smiled, and he smiled too and then slowly lifted his eyes to meet Carson’s. “I don’t think it’d take much sweet talk at all,” he drawled. Carson could get just about anything he wanted from Zeke as far as he was concerned. It was so freeing to have a friend like this, where there was fun and attraction and yet nobody was tied down. It really worked for him.
A titter bubbled up in Carson’s throat and he had to clamp down on the pleasant urge to squirm. Yes, okay, so some people made him feel like a little schoolgirl in heat, and Zeke was one of those. He was gorgeous, for one, and really good company. He was like a hot bad boy on the surface with that air of danger, but he was a genuinely cool guy who Carson liked spending time with. They’d always had good chemistry, he thought. But they both still understood what was between them and what wasn’t. He knew Zeke had food coming, but he already wanted to ask if he had plans for the rest of the night. “You’re just a pushover for a pretty face,” he teased. Carson dropped him an exaggerated wink and drained the rest of his beer. “You uh ... busy after this?”
The heat response was definitely mutual. He’d always been attracted to Carson anyway, and Zeke’s sex drive had been off the charts since his incident in New Orleans. The thought of spending some quality time with Carson was a fantastic one. “I am that,” he agreed with a faux-serious nod. A pretty face, muscles, tats and also that indefinable something that drew him in. His wings were placed in front of him, and he smiled thanks to the waiter before glancing over at Carson again. “Yeah,” he said. “Hopin’ to be busy with you at my house, if you’re game. I’ll share, you want some?” He set the basket where Carson could reach it too if he wanted and then dug in.
“Absolutely, so generous,” Carson said with another bright grin. It wasn’t just an agreement to the wings. He’d always been pretty liberal sexually, and since he wasn’t actually committed to someone at the moment, having a night with Zeke sounded beyond perfect. One night stands could get tedious sometimes, having to answer inevitable questions about his leg and trying to guess at what a stranger liked. But he and Zeke had knocked boots enough to know what worked for the other, they liked hanging out, and there was still that freedom to walk away at the end and not worry about clingy psychos or anything. He dug into the wings as well, and motioned for another beer to wash them down with.
The time they spent at the bar passed effortlessly; they ended up ordering some mozzarella sticks to go with the wings, and Zeke switched from beer to lemonade after his second one. He definitely didn’t want to get plastered between the fact that he’d be driving home and that he had sex in his immediate future. Once they headed out, he said, “I’m on Barrens Road. You haven’t seen my new place yet.” When he’d visited, he’d usually stayed with his parents, but now that he was back home he’d wanted a place of his own.
“Glad that’s about to change,” Carson said with an easy smile as he pulled his car keys out of his pocket. “I’ll follow you, I guess?” He knew exactly where Barrens Road was, of course, but not which house would be Zeke’s. The couple of beers had made him feel loose and warm, even with the food on top of them, and he was enjoying that anticipatory fluttering in his stomach. He hadn’t stuffed himself on purpose, since fucking on a full belly could get uncomfortable, and he honestly couldn’t wait to get there and start peeling Zeke’s clothes off.
“Me too,” Zeke said, dropping a slight wink. “Yeah, just follow me. It’s about five miles.” Nothing in town was all that far, although Zeke did live in a house that backed up to some pretty thick woods. He’d wanted it that way on purpose, because he could strip down at the full moon and step into the tree line so he didn’t destroy anything when he shifted. He climbed into his truck and started it up, making a right out of the parking lot and being sure Carson was behind him. He was feeling a lot of anticipation too, since he’d had quite a dry spell lately. After a while, one’s hand simply didn’t cut it.
His neighborhood was quiet, and there was nothing but the sounds of insects and the susurration of the wind in the trees as he pulled the truck to a stop in his driveway. He’d left the front porch light on, giving a sense of warmth and comfort. Idly jingling his keys, he waited at the edge of the walkway for Carson to join him.
Carson had no problem driving behind Zeke to his place. The neighborhood wasn’t one he’d spent a lot of time in, so not all of it was familiar, but he knew the area well enough that he was sure he could get there again. And pretty damn sure that he would want to. He parked behind Zeke and climbed out of the car, smiling as he approached him with his slightly-uneven gait. He’d already gotten a little hard in the car, thinking about what was coming, and he didn’t mind if it showed a bit as he walked. “Nice little place,” he commented, his gaze sweeping over the front of the house.
“Thanks,” Zeke said, appreciatively taking in the sight of Carson’s approach. The guy just looked good all the time, in his opinion. “I’m likin’ it so far.” Once on the porch, he unlocked the door so they could go inside and then locked it behind them; he might have lived elsewhere for years on end, but he’d never quite forgotten Point Pleasant’s peculiarities. He had a small foyer that opened into the living room/kitchen area, and there was a wooden plaque with hooks on which to hang clothes or keys. Zeke hooked his keyring over one of them and then glanced to Carson. “If I was polite, I’d offer you a drink, but since we just had drinks, I’m gonna suggest we head for the bedroom.” He didn’t see the need to sugar coat why they were here. Yeah, he liked just hanging out with Carson, but they’d done that at the bar, right?
It was nice on the inside too, in a way that suited Zeke. Carson liked being in other people’s homes, surrounded by their own personal vibe. People who he liked, anyway. He made room for Zeke to lock the door, glanced around, then turned his attention to more important matters. Now that they were safe behind closed doors and neither of them were under any illusions about motivation, he felt free to put his hands on Zeke’s hips and pull him in closer. “I don’t need you to be polite,” he murmured with a little grin. They could head for the bedroom in a moment, first he wanted to remind himself what it felt like to kiss Zeke Miller. So that was what Carson went for.
“Good,” Zeke murmured, a smile on his lips as Carson reeled him in… not that he was protesting at all. The kiss made him shiver in an entirely good way, an anticipatory, warm and excited way, and he fully devoted himself to it, starting slow but then opening his mouth so he could taste the other man’s tongue. It had definitely been way too long, and his body was completely primed for Carson’s touch; he was achingly hard within seconds and yet it was difficult to stop kissing him so they could go to the bedroom.
The man kissed like a god, and always had, and Carson was more than pleased to be reminded of that. He parted his lips as Zeke did, falling blissfully into that familiar dance as his hands tightened on Zeke’s hips. They were still standing in that narrow foyer, and the soft thump as he pushed Zeke’s back against the wall was viscerally satisfying. Carson pressed in against him, humming low into the kiss as he felt that Zeke was just as aroused as he was. He couldn’t wait to get him naked and horizontal, but for the moment he was just enjoying the taste of him and the feel of a firm body against his own.
Zeke could be a laid back kind of guy when his mood was right, and one thing he loved was being roughed up a little by another dude. The push against the wall had his heart pounding faster, and he moaned into the kiss as he deepened it. All he could seem to do for the next few moments was clutch Carson’s shoulders and kiss him like the world might end if he didn’t; finally he got up the motivation to pull back enough to take off his shirt and toss it down. His next move was to reach for Carson’s. They needed to be naked, now, and he didn’t much care if it happened here in the hallway or in his bedroom.
While Carson didn’t consider himself very kinky or anything, he did like a bit of roughness involved when he fucked guys. There was just something intense about it, exerting strength against someone who was on par with him physically. It was something that made him feel more free than when he was with women. With a grin and a little laugh, he let Zeke strip him of his shirt, both of them revealing what seemed like miles of tattoos. Carson let his gaze sweep down over Zeke’s upper body before he grinned at him again. Just as hot as ever. Getting the rest of the way naked was a bit trickier for him though, so instead of pinning Zeke against the wall again, he grabbed the other man’s hand to tug him out of the foyer, then let him lead the way to the bedroom.
Zeke’s bedroom was a short walk down the hall and to the left; his small house was all on one level and had two bedrooms, a master suite and a smaller one that he used as an office of sorts to store art supplies, guitars and a filing cabinet for any paperwork he might have. His room was done in blacks and deep purples, sheer curtains brushing the floor and one window open to the night breeze. Once they were inside it, he let go of Carson’s hand so he could strip off the rest of his clothes and shoes, illuminated only by the nightlight he’d left on in the bathroom.
Carson barely glanced at Zeke’s bedroom, except to appreciate how dark it was. He’d moved past being ashamed of how his body looked now, but he still got self-conscious about it sometimes. The stump and all the scars weirded some people out, he knew. Zeke had seen plenty of it, but it was almost habit to be glad he wasn’t fully in the light. He went to the edge of the bed to sit, pushing his athletic pants and boxer briefs down his hips. He got them off, then pulled his sneaker and prosthetic off too, leaving it all a heap on the floor as he scooted back onto Zeke’s bed. Carson grinned lazily at him, wearing nothing now but the black sock that covered his stump and knee. That stayed on. He reached down to give his erection a slow stroke as he watched the other man approach.
Zeke loved how Carson looked. The stump wasn’t an issue, nor were any scars he had. It was easy to overlook that or even to not notice in favor of the hot, sexy dude he was. He didn’t even blink when the other man removed the prosthetic but moved to join him, completely naked now, his movements almost predatory. He was focused, wanting urgently to be near Carson, to press against him and feel the warmth of his skin. Zeke crawled up the bed and settled half beside him, half on top of him to kiss him again. It felt like he couldn’t get enough kissing, enough touch.
Carson gave a soft moan into the kiss, his hands immediately moving to smooth over Zeke’s skin. He loved all the body contact, the press of warm hard muscle against him. His thigh pressed against Zeke’s hip, and Carson rocked up against him, his body craving all the heat and friction he could get. Even though Zeke had known him Before all of his injuries, he’d never seemed judgy or squicked out by them afterward, and it was something Carson had always appreciated. It had taken him a while to come back around to feeling sexy at all, and times like this certainly helped. He dug his fingers into Zeke’s strong upper back, kissing him hungrily, already impatient for one of them to be buried inside the other.
Warm skin against his was everything. Zeke had spent too long without any real contact in this way, and somehow he craved it even more now that he was different than he’d been before. Sometimes, on good days, he could think of it as different and forget the rest of it, and this was shaping up to be a very good day. All he could do was rub his body against the other man’s and savor the heat of his mouth, wanting more but unable to ask for it or to say anything, really, for long moments. When he could bear to break the kiss for a few seconds, he panted, “What d’you wanna do?” He was flexible in that way and he knew Carson was too, and he’d be happy with however they ended up.
Everything was the first answer that rose to Carson’s mind. He felt greedy now, craving Zeke’s hands and mouth and cock all at once. He wanted to be licked and sucked and fucked and fuck back. That was all probably too much to ask for in one night, so he was just going to go with the flow. Carson ran his hand down Zeke’s flank, catching a bit of breath himself. “I wanna suck your cock,” he breathed back, eyes cracking open to take in the other man’s expression. It was a place to start, at least, and it had been a while since he’d enjoyed the warm weight of a dick against his tongue.
“I’m never, ever gonna say no to that,” Zeke said, his voice raspy. It felt like a night when anything went, when they had the time and space to do whatever they felt like doing. More and more, Zeke was feeling like coming back home had been the best idea he’d had in a while. Maybe he could just not think about the why behind it. He gave Carson another deep, hot kiss and then shifted to the side so he could either turn on his back or position himself however else Carson wanted; he could think of more than one way to do this.
As Zeke moved, Carson pushed himself down the mattress, unable to keep himself from dipping his head in to plant open-mouthed kisses against the other man’s body as he went. He put a hand on Zeke’s hip to nudge him over so he was on his back, and Carson re-settled between his legs. His whole body was so gorgeous, Carson wanted to kiss and lick at all of it, but he was also anxious for the pleasure to start, so he only teased around Zeke’s cock for a minute, nuzzling and licking at his groin and balls. Finally, Carson dragged his tongue up the length of Zeke’s shaft, humming softly before he wrapped his lips around the tip and gently sucked.
Once upon a time, Zeke had wanted to be a photographer, and at that moment he could imagine what they would look like as a picture: living art. Muscled bodies, white skin covered with tats, lips to flesh. It would be a study of light and shadow, planes and angles and curves. He had to watch, take in every bit of it, even as the feel of Carson's tongue on his hardness made him shudder and his eyes close slightly. He got more comfortable, spread his legs out a little around Carson, made soft sounds in his throat as the other man sucked on him. There weren't words for how incredible it felt.
There was no doubt that they were beautiful together, but if he was looking at them, Carson probably would’ve attributed most of that to Zeke. His own body was in as prime condition as he could make it, but deep in Carson’s mind that still didn’t make up for everything that was broken about him. The things that were missing. It was all easy enough to forget in the moment though, when he could throw all of his focus onto another person. Someone he liked and wanted to thoroughly please. Carson didn’t rush, but he didn’t want to waste time either, Zeke’s quiet sounds driving him on as he took his cock in with deeper strokes. Carson switched between sucking firmly and teasing with his tongue, taking cues from Zeke’s body as to what felt the best.
Zeke was realizing that it had been a seriously long time since he'd had this, because it didn't seem to take him long to get close to the edge. He was pleased to be doing this with Carson, someone who was a friend and not just a hook up that he might or might not see again; it was more relaxed somehow, even as the tension built. He was good with whatever they did, and he figured Carson would be able to tell how close he was getting by the hitches in his breathing, the tightening of his abs and the subtle shifts of his hips as he involuntarily pulled back and pushed closer.
He and Zeke had spent enough time fooling around together that Carson could read his signals pretty well, he thought. Not that they were super-subtle, but some people were like orgasm-ninjas and he didn’t know it was coming until it was already happening. Not Zeke though. Carson pushed his luck for another few moments, varying his pacing and humming appreciatively around the other man’s cock. He didn’t quite want this to be over yet, so he stopped once it seemed to be time, flashing a little grin upward as he sat up and started to crawl his way back up Zeke’s body. “Not gettin’ off that easy,” he murmured before dipping in to kiss him. “You wanna fuck me?”
Carson had great timing. Zeke had been probably thirty seconds from explosion, maybe less. He had to smile, though, liking the cheeky expression on Carson’s face as he moved closer. “I definitely want to fuck you,” he said, his voice husky. Damned if he didn’t need a few moments to cool down a little though, so he took his time kissing Carson back, keeping it light and easy instead of deep and intense. He loved being edged along with the anticipation of what would come next. Finally he leaned over to the bedside table for lube and a condom. “Can’t wait to fill you up,” he murmured, slicking his fingers and beginning to ease one inside him. His cock was throbbing in the best possible way, but he was back from the edge, at least.
Lighter kissing was fine by Carson, it all just added to his arousal, and he wasn’t in any real rush. It had been too long since he and Zeke had gotten to do this -- too long since Carson had gotten to play with a man period -- and he wanted it to be good and satisfying for both of them. Blowjobs were great, but there was nothing like getting filled up, as Zeke put it. Riding was a bit difficult for him sometimes, so Carson switched their positions, rolling onto his back and pulling Zeke along with him. He settled back and spread his thighs to accept that finger, stroking his hands over the other man’s chest and sides. “You do it so well, too,” he practically purred before catching his bottom lip with his teeth.
“Glad you remember,” Zeke breathed. It had been quite a while, but he found it so comforting to have someone he could share this with, someone who knew what he liked, someone whose body and reactions he knew. He’d had enough turmoil in his life lately that the familiarity was just what he wanted. In this case it wasn’t any less exciting; Carson had that perfect combination of hotness mixed with a gentle spirit and a sassy sense of humor. At the moment Zeke was completely focused on what he was doing: touching, adding a finger and then another when he felt Carson was ready for it, kissing. Finally he reached for the condom, rolled it on and tossed the packet to deal with later and began to slide into the other man. Slowly, carefully. After all that build-up it felt amazing that way.
Carson had bottomed for some clueless guys in his day -- not a ton of them, but enough to make him truly appreciate it when a man knew what he was doing. And Zeke definitely knew, expertly warming Carson’s body up while he sank further into pleasure. It was like slipping into a perfectly hot bath and it all made him feel like he was glowing in the darkness. He’d been letting out soft moans into the kisses while Zeke fingered him, but his breath caught when he replaced those fingers with his cock. With the warmup and generous lube, Carson’s body accepted him without any trouble, only that delicious feeling of being stretched and oh so slowly filled. He cracked his eyes open to look up at Zeke’s face, arms slipping around him more tightly as he hitched his knees up more. “Fuck,” Carson exhaled, drawing the word out with relish.
Carson felt perfect beneath him, perfect around him, and all Zeke wanted was more. There wasn't a rush to get off like there might have been with someone he didn't know as well; he wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. "Yeah," he breathed, answering Carson's comment as he began to move slowly, his hips pressing in and pushing back in an irresistible rhythm. He liked the feel of the other man's legs around him, bracing him, anchoring him. Zeke's breath shuddered in and out as he painstakingly kept the relaxed pace; it was a strange paradox that as excited as he was he still felt like he could go forever.
Zeke had been glad he’d remembered, as if Carson could ever forget this. Zeke ranked way up there on the list of guys Carson had slept with. Every single time had been delicious and left him wanting more. The pacing was incredibly sweet torture, and Carson wouldn’t have had it any other way. He wanted to wring as much pleasure out of this as he possibly could. It might be a while until he got to have it again, after all. He couldn’t keep still, rocking his hips in time with Zeke’s thrusts, fingers digging into the thick muscle in his back, the full feeling in his balls gradually growing hotter and tighter. The air felt heavy in his lungs, like he was working out instead of moving so slowly.
It was so easy to put his troubles out of his mind when he had this, even for a short time. It was fun and uncomplicated, and maybe Zeke needed more of that. His eyes were half-shut; he couldn't seem to keep them open under the onslaught of rising pleasure. He and Carson were interlocked, their movements building the friction, and soon Zeke couldn't keep his pace as slow as it had been. As if out of his control, his hips pumped slightly faster and his breaths became sharper, inhaled and exhaled. "I wanna do this all night," he murmured, even knowing he couldn't. It would probably be clear to Carson that Zeke couldn't, either, given the way his body tightened and trembled and the way he reached between them for Carson's cock, wanting them to be as in sync as they could be.
‘All night’ was always appealing in theory, and as something fun and sexy to say, but it lost its appeal once one was caught up in the throes of passion and hungry for release. Carson’s little moans got louder and faster as Zeke picked up the pace, the pleasure almost sharp as it coursed through him. He hit that perfect spot so perfectly, Carson knew he wouldn’t last too much longer either. He rocked with him, his abs clenching with effort, his body desperate to get more and more of Zeke, deeper and harder. “Fuck,” Carson gasped as Zeke took hold of his cock. “Fuck, fuck fuck--” He clung harder and his eyes rolled closed as the pleasure ramped up into unbearable territory. After another couple of minutes everything in Carson went rigid, his cries getting strangled as he started to come.
It was impossible for Zeke to focus on anything but the heated twist of his insides and the hot, tight feel of thrusting into Carson. Faster, harder. They were both sweaty and he even savored the sound their bodies made as they moved together. The sound of Carson’s voice and the feel of his climax starting tipped Zeke over the edge he’d been riding, and he thrust one last time and spilled, his own cries almost guttural. His heart pounded fiercely and his breathing was labored and he felt altogether wonderful as he kept himself pressed to the other man, enjoying their closeness. This was the best part of doing this with a friend: no need to disengage immediately, no residual awkwardness.
Fuck, that was sexy, and Carson grinned faintly as he felt Zeke swell and throb inside of him. The only thing that might’ve made it better would’ve been no condom between them so he could feel all of it even more, but he more than understood the need for it. He enjoyed the way Zeke’s orgasm seemed to draw his own out, leaving them both spent and shaky. Carson let his legs relax a bit, knees sliding down to Zeke’s hips and his one foot hitting the bed, and he smiled lazily. He arched his neck to kiss him briefly while they caught their breath, hands sliding over Zeke’s back. “Missed you,” he murmured, then let out a titter.
Zeke had needed this more than he’d realized. He loved the hot, shaky, breathless feeling that took over right after coming his brains out, and it seemed even more pronounced since it had been so long for him. He made a soft sound in his throat as Carson kissed him and then exhaled a chuckle. “Missed you too, even though you’re laughin’ at me,” he said, not minding it at all. Such was his comfort level with Carson: pretty much anything went. He disengaged enough to lie on his side, not bothering to pull up the sheet even with the window open. The outside air felt amazing on his skin.
Carson had just been feeling kind of giddy and bubbly in his post-coital glow, but he knew Zeke hadn’t really taken offense. He stretched his legs out with another snicker and rolled onto his side to look at the other man, propping his head up on one hand. “S’what you get for bein’ funny looking,” he teased, reaching out to pinch one of Zeke’s cheeks. They were both sweaty and spent and sticky, but Carson was in no rush to move. “I did though,” he added with sincerity. “Miss you. Glad you’re back. And not just for this.” Carson made a vague gesture around them, to encompass the whole sex thing.
Zeke managed to lick Carson’s hand when he moved it in to pinch Zeke’s cheek, just to be foolish. “Must be all the tats,” he agreed when accused of being funny-looking. He adjusted the pillow beneath his head, definitely in no hurry to go anywhere either. He wasn’t sure his legs would work right, so maybe that was a good thing. He smiled, the upward quirk of his mouth somehow warm at what Carson said next. “This is a bonus,” he said, “but I agree. I guess I’m glad to be back.” He would miss living in New Orleans, but he hadn’t felt it safe to stay there. He had good friends and family here, at least, and hopefully the rest of it would work out.
The lick made Carson giggle again, an entirely undignified sound that didn’t bother him in the least. He was comfortable and safe here, and he knew Zeke wouldn’t judge him. Not for that, anyway. Carson scooted over and flopped around until he had settled onto his back again, his head leaned against Zeke’s ribs. He was still too hot to really cuddle close, but it was more than nice to just lounge naked with someone. Especially after an awesome orgasm. “Just wait’ll I start throwing all my money at you to do work on me again, then you’ll be glad for sure,” he murmured with a lazy grin. He had blank skin that needed filling.
One of Zeke’s favorite things was relaxing with a friend after sex, and as Carson got more comfortable, he did too. He’d worry about the condom later. “You know where I am,” he said. “I got tons of designs, or I can draw somethin’ just for you.” He wasn’t a fan of blank space, and he’d be more than happy to help Carson increase the amount of art on his skin. “You could be a tat model for my business.” He was kidding, but not entirely. Who wouldn’t want to see photos of this gorgeous man from various angles, showing off the ink?
Carson wasn’t one of those guys who demanded intricate, original art tattoos every single time. He had plenty of flash art on him too. His general rule was if he liked it or it made him laugh, it went on his body. Some of them were very intricate and personal, but some were just bullshit, and he was more than okay with that. After everything else that had happened to his body, inking jokes into his skin was a form of self-love to him. “Shit yeah,” he agreed with a soft chuckle, turning his head a bit to grin up at Zeke. “Just put me in a thong in the front window? I can flex and pose and draw people in. ... or y’know, pictures, whatever.” Carson tittered.
Some of Zeke’s tattoos were throwaways, impulses, not that art-worthy. Sometimes he got tired of them and changed them into something else, let them fade into the background. That was how he’d ended up with full sleeves on both arms even though he hadn’t started out with that intention. Everyone was different, and he’d never judge anyone for how they approached it. Unless all they had was scary prison tats, and then he might. He smirked at Carson for his suggestion. “You could dance while you flex and pose,” he said. “That’d get a lot of attention.” Carson’s body on its own would get plenty of attention no matter what he did, really.
Carson’s body did indeed garner attention, though not all of it was positive. Not so much in Point Pleasant anymore, most everybody knew him and knew what he was missing. But as good as he was feeling right then, the idea of hanging out in a front window in a speedo or something, flexing and flirting with people through the glass sounded kind of fun. He snickered again, his fingers finding Zeke’s to toy with a bit. He loved people’s hands, especially talented people. “I’ll twerk at ‘em and bring ‘em in,” Carson drawled. He was far too much of a white boy for that, but it was a funny mental image. “I think this is a brilliant business plan that you should copyright immediately.”
Zeke honestly didn't think about Carson's missing leg as detracting from his appearance in any way. He was such an attractive person, not just physically, that Zeke tended to see the entire package when he thought of him. "Twerk it out," he teased, smirking at the silliness of their conversation. He gently twined his fingers in with Carson's, a tactile enough person that he never minded being touched. He was getting sleepy, and that was fine too. It was late, after all. "I'll just add all that to my business plan first thing." He wasn't sure he even had one in writing, not that it mattered for anything.
It was nice to just laze around and talk stupid nonsense with someone he was comfortable with. Probably more than anything else, this was the kind of thing Carson missed about being in a relationship. It was more of a vaguely wistful thought than a self-pitying one -- Carson was feeling too good to really fret about it. It was just good to indulge in a human connection every once in a while. After a few moments of amiable quiet, Carson stretched and rolled, kissing Zeke’s hip before he moved to get up. Now came all the boring clean-up stuff, and then driving home, but at least he would do it with that warm glow in his chest.