No Place Left to Run by Zarah Detand

Author:Zarah Detand [Detand, Zarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi

LIKE FLICKING a switch.

The sweet taste of salted peanuts, Ryan’s fingers clasped tight around Samuel’s biceps, and Samuel sank into it, let himself fall. He brought his owns hands up to tangle in Ryan’s thick hair, twisting closer as he deepened their kiss, and shoved his hips forward, his knees digging into the sofa on both sides of Ryan’s thighs, caging him in. Ryan exhaled into Samuel’s mouth, arched up to meet him. The back of Ryan’s head thumped against the wall.

Slow it down.

It was hard to hold onto the thought over the rush of static in Samuel’s ears, but he tried. They had all night, had all of tomorrow as well, and the day and the week and the month after that. Slow. It. Down.

Framing Ryan’s face with both hands, Samuel eased their kiss, lighter and lighter, decrescendo, until their lips were barely even brushing. Ryan’s eyes fluttered open with the reluctance of someone woken from a happy dream, and the sight sparked a gentle tug behind Samuel’s navel, mildly nauseating in a way that wasn’t necessarily unpleasant.

“What’s wrong?” Ryan asked, syllables lagging like a badly synchronized movie.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong at all.” Samuel leaned down to bring their foreheads together, their faces so close that Ryan’s features were beginning to blur, reduced to the blueblueblue of his eyes, the dark smudges of his lashes. “Simply appreciating the moment and the company.”

“Cheesy,” Ryan chided, but he was smiling. Without preamble, he grasped Samuel’s waist and rocked his hips up in a smoothly confident move that had their cocks slide together through layers of fabric, too many layers of fabric, and that whole taking it slow thing had just gotten a lot harder. No pun intended.

Samuel retaliated by grinding down in a slow circle, arse rubbing over Ryan’s crotch. The way Ryan’s breath caught was most satisfying. Rising up into a crouch, Samuel nudged their noses together, grinned and reached between them for a friendly squeeze. Even through the cotton of Ryan’s loose tracksuit bottoms, Samuel felt Ryan’s cock stiffen. Hello there.

“Bed?” Samuel suggested.

Ryan’s nod was quick and jerky. Already, he was more on edge than Samuel had ever seen him, his hold on control slippery at best. It was beautiful, beautiful, and Samuel wanted to see him lose it completely, take him apart, dust off the pieces and put them back together.

They shed their clothes on the way up to the sleeping gallery, a risky process due to how touching was an undisputed necessity, Samuel nudging Ryan backward up the stairs, refusing to let go. Ryan, taller for once, curved down to kiss him. When Samuel’s trousers tangled around one ankle and tripped Samuel up, Ryan caught him with an arm around the waist.

“Life saver,” Samuel told him. “Could have broken my neck. Proper hero, gonna thank you nice and slow.” His grin must look wild, palms flattened against Ryan’s bare stomach as he walked him up that final step and followed suit, tumbling Ryan sideways onto the bed.

Ryan went easily.

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