Higher Ground Becky Black (good books for 7th graders .txt) 📖

of Zach’s cock. A small kiss, almost a greeting before he slid his mouth down over it, the tongue licking the shaft as he went, stimulating the throbbing vein. Zach groaned and pushed his hips at Adam, then made himself lie still. Don’t rush him. Don’t push him. He knows what he’s doing.

Driving me crazy, that’s what he’s doing.

He buried both hands in Adam’s hair, stroking, not pulling, trying to stay gentle. Difficult when the fire roared in his belly, and he raced too fast toward completion. Difficult to be gentle and slow. But Adam demanded it. Adam deserved it.

It began to rain. Tiny drops, like icy pinpricks on his skin, but the rain couldn’t chill Zach. He thought the drops should sizzle and evaporate instantly when they touched him, like they would hitting a hot plate on a stove. The drops sparkled in Adam’s hair like jewels, reflecting starlight.

“Adam.” He wanted to say “I love you” again. The words he’d said during the quake before the flood. Death had felt so close then. He had to say it before he died. But could he let Adam think that was the only time he’d say it? “Adam, I…” Before he could speak, the words and thoughts were washed away as the orgasm flooded his brain, making him a mindless, writhing beast. A caveman, naked on the grass, all higher thoughts drowned in the rush of climax.

He became a modern human again after a few moments, to find Adam lying naked in his arms. The darkness had grown more profound, clouds blocking most of the starlight, but Zach didn’t need light to know Adam was aroused and ready for his turn. His hard cock pressed against Zach’s hip; only a slow rhythmic movement suggested his desire.

Zach turned into his arms. “Inside me,” he said. “If you want to.”

“If I want… Gosh, no, I’m entirely uninterested in that kind of activity.”

Zach growled and pushed Adam onto his back. “You talk so much rubbish sometimes.”

“So I’ve been told. The stuff’s in my pocket.” Of course, Zach remembered him putting the lube into his jacket pocket right before they left Zach’s apartment. A good hiker is always prepared.

Finding the lube was easier said than done. First Zach had to find the flashlight and then rummage through their scattered clothes, trying to pick out Adam’s jacket, which turned out to have many pockets to search through. When he found it at last, he was surprised Adam hadn’t fallen asleep while waiting.

“Keep still,” Zach said and prepared Adam, rubbing lube onto him, making him moan softly and become fully hard again under Zach’s hand after softening a little during the search of the clothes. Zach prepared himself with the lube, took a couple of breaths to relax, and then straddled Adam on his knees, tall over him. Naked, stripped of any marker of civilization, he felt savage. Primitive. Bonded to Adam by grief and danger.

He moved down slowly, guiding Adam’s cock inside him with his hand, sliding down it. Adam’s groan of pleasure was the most beautiful sound Zach had heard in a long time. His cock, fully recovered from his earlier orgasm, began to perk up again. Adam took hold of it at once and started caressing it. He knew how to use the calloused and roughened areas of skin on his hands to stimulate the most sensitive spots of the whole sensitive organ. Zach gasped, and the words he’d wanted to say came back to his mind.

He didn’t say them yet. He had all of Adam’s cock inside him. His legs trembled as he took weight on them, not wanting to be too heavy on Adam. He moved, rocking a little back and forth first. Enjoying Adam’s moans and pleas for more. Adam could push up with his hips, since Zach was mostly supporting himself, but it couldn’t last for too long. As his excitement built, Zach’s legs trembled and weakened enough that he rested on Adam on the downward stroke, pinning him. He leaned forward slightly, looking for the right angle, and found it. Adam’s cock brushed his prostate, and Zach cried out.

“Adam! Oh God, Adam. Never stop.” Adam’s hands ran up his arms to his shoulders, clinging to them. Their limbs made a ring, Zach thought. Eternal. Joined. Never to part.

Now he would say it again.

“Adam—”

“Zach, I love you.”

Adam’s panted-out words electrified Zach, beating him to the punch before he could say the same words.

“I love you,” Zach replied. “You already know that.” He wanted to laugh, with joy and at his foolish words. He loved Adam. He loved Adam, and Adam loved him. They might yet die out here, and he’d seen hundreds of people die today. But he’d never known happiness like this. Never imagined he could feel it. He’d said he felt detached from people, but that would never be true again. He and Adam were one. Even after this sexual encounter ended, they’d never really be apart. Their words tied them together forever, however far they might be from each other.

Adam thrust as best he could with Zach’s weight on him, moving with a kind of desperation. He pumped Zach’s cock, and Zach moaned when he came. His semen spattered Adam’s chest, pale in the starlight, paler than Adam’s well-tanned skin. Adam climaxed too, as Zach’s body tightened around him, gripping tight, as if he’d never let him go.

The rain started again as Zach collapsed onto Adam’s chest. He kissed Adam, making him open his eyes, then rolled off him. The raindrops grew larger, and Adam cursed.

“We’d better get back.”

“No. This is the first shower I’ve had in days.”

Adam stared at him, then laughed and lay back. They lay side by side under the rain and let it wash them clean.

Only the quake a few minutes later made them move. A small one which passed quickly, but it reminded them of reality and their responsibilities. They scrabbled around for their clothes—all rather damp; they’d need some dry ones