Free Going Up! by Amy Lane

tongue and sucked on it gently and released it and teased his lips some more. There was no coming up for air, there was only Sean, who tasted like coffee and magic and unicorns and knights in geeky armor and some sort of gravy he’d had for dinner.
    Sean’s hands slid down the back of Zach’s slacks and squeezed, and Zach whimpered and buried his face in Sean’s neck.
    “Lesson over,” Sean whispered. “You kiss like a Shakespeare sonnet.”
    “It’s not dialog,” Zach apologized.
    “Nope.” Sean’s hands were squeezy and intimate on Zach’s backside. “‘Sheer poetry, ah!’”
    Zach shuddered, and while one hand was still clutching his briefcase, the other hand was sort of mauling its way under Sean’s shirt. “I have no idea what that means.”
    Sean growled into Zach’s mouth and the kiss was on again, except this time Zach got a good handful of Sean’s backside, and it felt so good in his hand. Sean whined a little and ground up against Zach’s thigh, and Zach had a sudden flash of the obvious: That’s his cock. And it’s getting hard. And I’m going to see it, and touch it, and taste it and ***!
    Zach’s brain sort of shorted out after that, and his briefcase hit the floor. Now he had two handfuls of Sean’s ass, and that magic thing in the yoga pants was getting harder and grinding closer and—
    Ding!
    He couldn’t seem to stop kissing Sean.
    “Zach…. Zach—”
    A little smack on the top of his head snapped him out of it. He pulled back from Sean and they both regarded each other stupidly. Sean’s pupils were blown and his breath was coming like a sprinter’s at the line.
    “Huh?” Zach said, looking around. Jace regarded him over Sean’s shoulder, his steel-blue eyes sardonic and unamused.
    “If you two don’t get out of the elevator and down the hall, you’re going to get evicted for indecent exposure.”
    “Jace!” Quent protested.
    “Their hands are still in each other’s pants,” Jace snapped. “I’m doing them a service.” Then the irritated stockbroker turned back to Zach and literally grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back. “Get out your key, Romeo, and go kiss yourself an entire play—just do it out of the elevator. ”
    Zach grabbed his briefcase in embarrassment, and was fumbling around in his pocket for his key when Sean grabbed his arm and started hauling him down the hall. “Bye fellas!” he burbled. “Have a nice evening!”
    “Not as nice as yours!” Quent called, and the last thing Zach heard as he opened his door was Jace growling, “Wanna bet?”
    Sean chuckled and the two of them fell through the door and the rest of the world was forgotten.
    Sean—oh wow. Taste and taste and taste and it didn’t get old or awkward or weird, it was just… kissing him was like eating chocolate and raspberries—it shouldn’t have to stop. And Sean’s hands—his presumptuous, forward, filthy-minded hands!
    First they were fumbling with Zach’s fly, then they were pushing his slacks down to his thighs and then they were shoving his suit jacket off his shoulders and, between kisses, nibbles, breathless little cries, unbuttoning his shirt.
    Zach managed to pull back and gasp, “The bedroom. There’s condoms in the bedroom.”
    Sean pulled back and looked at him suspiciously. “Yeah, Zach, but how old are those condoms.”
    Zach flushed. “I, uhm, bought them this week.”
    “Cause the other ones were… c’mon. Fess up.”
    Zach looked into that ordinary, beautiful, freckled face with the riot of hair and the windburned nose, and actually felt like he could fess up, to everything.
    “Expired,” Zach mumbled, because it really had been that long since he’d even called up the escort service to allay the loneliness.
    Sean nodded then, and kissed his forehead. “Okay then. A little slower. We’re going to do this a little slower.”
    Zach whined and did his own filthy-minded exploration of Sean’s backside with his hands. “Fast first!” he