Chapter 8

“It’s okay, bud. It’s okay.” Sam continued to make soothing noises to Zack.

He marveled at how different this needy and clingy Zack was from the confident, cocky, and often obnoxious guy he’d known all through high school. Rubbing circles on Zack’s spine, Sam knew he much preferred the current version of his friend.

Zack lay back on the bed. “If you promise to take it easy, and to pull out if I tell you, then…” Zack couldn’t meet Sam’s eyes.

“You sure?” Sam wanted nothing more than to sink himself into Zack, but he had to be certain Zack really wanted it.

“Fuck me.”

“I’m scared I’ll hurt you, ‘specially as you’ve just been in the hospital.”

“Will you shut up about the fucking hospital? And it was only my wrist. My ass is fine.”

Sam climbed on top of Zack and gave him the biggest, hardest kiss. “Anything you say. And I agree, your ass is fine. Real fine.”

Zack kissed him back. “Doofus.”