Rory was starting to see black spots in his vision when Zane separated their mouths to pant, “Want you!”
Rory only had time to gasp, “You got me,” before his mouth was claimed again. This time when Zane’s hands went exploring, Rory’s did, too. And Rory had the advantage of having a lot more to explore. Zane was just so big, solid, rock-like. Rory whimpered, even though it was muffled by Zane’s aggressive kisses. If Zane didn’t stop soon, Rory would be making a mess in his jockeys.
Zane did stop, panted, cupped Rory’s face in his hands and stared into Rory’s eyes. Rory shuddered at the intensity in Zane’s gaze.
“Earlier, at supper,” Zane said quietly before swallowing.
“Yes?” Rory prompted when Zane didn’t continue.
“You said that Bobby Lee thought we were boyfriends. I…”
“Well, uh,” Rory began, not sure how to finish.
“Are we boyfriends, you and me?”
Rory wanted them to be, very much, but was straight-man-Zane ready for such a label? “Do you want to be?”