His head hardly even had to lean back. Zach wasn't moving, wasn't going anywhere, and oh his back...his hips felt bruised and sore, even more than they had been in the lift. Sturdy desk...supported his weight and...all that whatnot his brain wasn't ready to think about yet. He simply reveled in the feelings he was becoming aware of again. Ah. Yes. Painfully good. Good...pain.
His hands slowly moved along Fletcher's back, lightly going over all the scratches and gouges, and there were an awful lot of them. One hand even went into Fletcher's hair to play with it. Zach liked how it felt running through his fingers. And he was comfortable, pressed between Fletcher and a desk.