Really, he shouldn't be allowed to do that fucking puppy dog thing. It was utterly fuckable and that was messing with Zeke's train of thought.
"I wouldn't ask..." Zeke said, voice still sort of with the confused aggravated tone. Because Zeke had his fucking pride too, and he wouldn't. He wouldn't be the one to ask Zeph to give up his... flings and shit. Zeph would have to offer. And he was. And that was sort of... this was sort of.
Zeke didn't know what the fuck to do. Not really, because to be honest, this wasn't one of those things he'd ever thought would work out that way. He'd sort of thought that they'd be dicking around when Zeph had like 3 bastard kids and two ex-wives or something. He'd sort of accepted that. And known that yeah, maybe he'd have to settle for something else in between, but somehow he'd always come back to Zeph because fuck it. And that was fucked up, yeah, and Zeke KNEW that but it didn't really matter because... well, what other option was there. You couldn't cut yourself off from a feeling like that.
Zeke had never tried drugs but he was pretty sure he was a junkie. "Addicted to your skin" he managed to hiss under his breath before grabbing Zeph, crashing their mouths together, pulling, fighting almost.