Frost seemed almost wooden. Alarm bells sounded in Zep’s head. “Is everything okay? You seem... I don’t know...”
“Take your shirt off.”
Zep obeyed. He didn’t need to be told twice. All thoughts of there being a problem flew out the window.
Frost stepped closer and ran his hand down Zep’s chest. “I don’t think I take enough time for you. I don’t treat you like you deserve.”
Zep’s forehead furrowed. “What’s...”
Frost dropped to his knees and went to work on Zep’s pants.
“You know Kit might come bursting in here any moment.”
“Then he’ll get a show. This is my house.” Frost swallowed Zep’s cock before Zep could respond. Zep’s fingers dove into Frost’s hair. All thought ceased. Frost didn’t tease. He bobbed on Zep’s dick, sucking and swallowing. All Zep could do was hold on and try to breathe. Zep didn’t know if Frost was that amazing or if Zep was so in love that everything that Frost did was perfection. Either way, Zep didn’t last long. Before he knew it, his breaths were coming out like shots and the desperation had him pulling Frost’s hair harder than he could control. Frost sucked just right, and Zep exploded. His muscles shook. He had to lock his knees to stay upright.
With drops of cum still dripping to the floor, Frost shot to his feet and bent Zep over the kitchen island. There hadn’t been a single time in their relationship that Frost had let Zep prepare to get fucked. This time was no exception. Zep never knew it was coming. He was still riding the high of his orgasm when he found Frost’s dick in his ass. Zep groped the island tight while Frost fucked him hard with nothing but a lubricated condom to ease the way. Never in all his years had Zep expected to want this rough treatment. Frost made him crave it. Zep couldn’t explain it. Frost rolled Zep’s eyes back in his head with his hard thrusts. He always found that perfect angle. Zep had just come, and already he was ready to blow again.
Frost bit his back. “I know you can do it, sexy. Paint this floor with cum. I know this tight asshole can squeeze me hard enough to make me hurt all day tomorrow.”
Zep white-knuckled the counter and tried to breathe.
“That’s it, Zeppelin. I can feel you getting closer. No one knows this body like I do. I know you can pull two orgasms in a row. Jesus. I can still taste your cum. You make me so horny, I want to hurt you for it.”
Zep sucked air and then held his breath. His muscles clenched.
“Goddamn. You’re going to break my dick off.”
Pleasure knocked the wind from Zep. Harsh breaths cut through the air as waves of ecstasy made him shake. Cum hit the kitchen floor. Frost’s fingers bruised Zep’s skin as he held tight and slammed inside Zep. As Frost cried out, Zep’s eyes fell closed. He savored the sounds of Frost’s pleasure. Sometimes, they felt like a fantasy. Zep worried he would open his eyes one day and realize they had been a dream. He had been looking for what they had for so long that he didn’t know how they could be real.
Frost kissed his spine as his dick slipped from Zep’s ass. “Come on, angel. I want to hold you.”
Zep’s eyes stung as Frost took his hand. Frost tossed the condom in the trash before they headed for the bedroom. At the edge of Zep’s bed, they finished stripping away the random articles of clothing they still wore before Frost disappeared inside the bathroom. He reappeared with a wet washcloth.
“Get in the bed, sweetie. It’s time for me to take care of you.”
Without a word, Zep obeyed. He settled onto his back and Frost gently cleaned him. Zep should have felt embarrassed. He didn’t. Instead, peace washed over him as he watched Frost’s every action. They had been solidly a couple for just over six months. Neither of them had said they loved the other, but this was love. Zep felt that shit. No one treated someone with this much care unless it came from the heart. He couldn’t believe this was anything less than real. As Frost tossed the washcloth aside and settled into Zep’s arms, Zep’s throat swelled. He had learned something else in the past six months. Frost didn’t act like he had tonight unless something about life had him feeling out of control. He also knew Frost wouldn’t talk to him until he was ready. All he could do was hold Frost and wait it out.
No matter the reason for Frost’s neediness, Zep loved these times the most. He adored holding Frost in the dark and quietly talking or just enjoying the silence together. There was no doubt in Zep’s mind that he could see himself doing this for the rest of his life. More times than he could count, Zep had almost broached the topic of their future. Every time, something held him back. He couldn’t hear Frost say they weren’t forever.
“I got an unexpected visitor at the gym today.”
For no reason at all, Zep smiled into the darkness at the sound of Frost’s voice. “Good unexpected or bad?”
He felt Frost shrug. “More shocking than anything. It was Scott.”
Zep’s insides went cold. He knew there were likely lots of words he could and should say. Nothing came to mind.
Thankfully, Frost didn’t wait for Zep to rub two thoughts together and create words. “He wants to see the girls.”
“You told him no, right?” Fuck. Zep honestly hadn’t meant to sound so angry, but there it was. The twins weren’t his and he had no right, but he did not want some strange guy visiting with them.
“Of course.”
Zep’s muscles relaxed a hair. “Why does he want to see them?”
He felt Frost shrug again. “He said some shit about missing me and realizing how much he lost. Apparently, he panicked or went through some mid-life crisis, or whatever. Now he wants to be a part of the girls’ lives and prove he’s worth giving a second shot.”
The problem was that Zep had always been empathetic and levelheaded. He saw things from other people’s points of view. This one time, though. He was torn. On one hand, Scott was who Frost planned to help him raise Millie and Lily. Zep understood that Frost had to consider Scott’s offer with an open mind. Then again, fuck that guy. He hadn’t been here. Scott had been out there, fucking god only knew who while Frost did everything alone. Zep couldn’t believe Scott’s nerve.
“You’re being awful quiet.”
Zep took a breath. He didn’t want to say the thoughts racing through his mind. “I’m processing.”
Frost’s body shook with laughter. “You can say what you’re thinking. I likely had all the same thoughts.”
“You should let me marry you and adopt the girls. That way, he has no legs to stand on.”
A loud snort escaped Frost. He rolled away and covered his face. After a minute of shaking with laughter, Frost’s hands fell away from his face. “That was dramatic. Maybe saying you were processing was better.”
Zep had been one hundred percent serious. He would marry Frost and adopt the girls in a heartbeat. He was a tiny bit hurt by Frost’s reaction to the idea. Sometimes, it felt like they were going places. Other times, Zep felt like he was spinning his wheels. He knew Frost liked having him around, and that this was love, but he wasn’t as certain Frost intended to keep him. Zep decided to pretend he hadn’t said anything.
“Do you think he could get ugly?”