Carrick
I was really getting used to living with Zac; we had our little routines, and it was really starting to feel like home. It’d been a couple weeks, and even though I’d just dropped everything and flown to Tulsa with no plans to stay, now I had no intention of leaving any time soon. So what if my apartment was still sitting there, full of all my stuff? All I needed was right here.
I’d just run out for a few things, but it ended up taking almost two hours to get to the store and back. When I returned I looked for Zac, but the house seemed to be empty. His car was still there, and Call of Duty was on pause in the living room, so he couldn’t have gone far. I searched the whole house before heading out into the yard; my eyes fell to the treehouse he’d recently built, and my heart dropped. As I walked over, the sound of quiet tears confirmed my suspicions.
Sure enough, as I climbed up into the small room I saw Zac sitting in the corner, hugging one of Junia’s dolls to his chest and rocking gently back and forth. His hair hid his face, but the way his shoulders shook told me all I needed to know. I crawled over and sat next to him, reaching out to touch his arm.
“Babe,” I said softly; he flinched away from my touch, but looked up, his eyes red and glossy.
“What?” he croaked, and I felt my chest tighten and my eyes water. It killed me to see him like this, knowing there wasn’t much I could do. But I could be there for him, at least.
“You’ll get them back.”
“You don’t know that.” Zac sniffled loudly, and I moved closer, wrapping my arms around him. He tensed up at first, but as I rubbed his arms he relaxed against my chest. “You heard what she said about me; she’s gonna keep the babies as far away from me as she can.”
“Shh, no. It’s gonna be okay babe.” I stroked his hair as I held him, hoping to give him at least a little comfort. I couldn’t imagine a worse feeling in the world than what he must’ve been going through.
“I mean, I know I was a shitty husband, but I’m a good daddy.”
“No,” I said more firmly, pulling back to look at him. “You’re a great daddy.” That seemed to help a little, as he smiled sadly at me.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I assured him, smiling back and wiping the tears from his cheeks.
“I built this for them, you know. The treehouse.” He looked around, and I followed his eyes, smiling more.
“It’s great.”
“We had one at our old house, when I was little; I just thought my kids should have one too… And maybe I wanted one for myself.”
“Just maybe?” I smirked at Zac; I knew him better than that, and he knew it.
“Well… Okay fine, I wanted a treehouse.” Zac smiled sheepishly, shrugging, and I hugged him closer. “I’m the only one who’s gonna get to play with it now, anyway,” Zac mumbled, his smile falling.
“They’ll be back, and they’ll love it. And we’ll make all kinds of memories with them up here.”
“Yeah?” Zac’s smile returned again, softly, and I was pretty sure he understood the ‘we’ part.
“Yeah. We could be, you know…” I smiled a bit shyly, looking down; it wasn’t a feeling I was used to experiencing around Zac, or at least not showing it.
“What?” Zac tilted his head, once again displaying the adorable confused puppy look.
“A family,” I finally said, quietly.
“I think… I like that idea.”
I looked up; Zac’s eyes were warm and loving, and I couldn’t help smiling. So much had changed so fast, but the feelings I had for Zac were nothing new; I’d just never let him see them. But now that I was free to let him know just how I felt, and knowing he actually felt the same, I couldn’t imagine a better feeling.
“I think I do too.” I leaned closer, looking between his eyes and his lips; a moment later he closed the gap, kissing me gently. I ran a hand through his hair, pulling him closer, but apparently it wasn’t close enough, and he crawled into my lap. Not that I minded; I wrapped my arms around him, rocking him gently as we kissed. It was sweet and tender, but that didn’t stop things from heating up before long.
“You know, we probably shouldn’t do this here,” Zac said shyly, his cheeks an adorable shade of pink.
“Why not?” I tried to distract him by kissing his neck, nipping at all the spots he loved, and for a moment it almost worked.
“Just seems… wrong.”
“Wrong can be fun, though,” I pointed out, nibbling a bit harder and earning a soft moan.
“Th-that’s true,” Zac stuttered, whimpering as I worked my way down his shoulder. I thought he would put up more of a fight, but instead I felt him grinding against me a little.
“That’s it babe,” I sighed, grabbing his hips and pulling him harder against me. “Gotta get you to loosen up a bit.”
I took my time running my hands up and down his back and chest, lifting his shirt up and off; Zac was still self-conscious, but he was getting better at letting me look at him. Still, he blushed harder, pouting a bit as I ran my hands over his chest and stomach.
“Zac…”
“I’m fine,” he sighed before I had the chance to say anything.
“Talk to me babe.”
“Don’t wanna.” He was being stubborn, sticking his bottom lip out like a five year old; so I leaned forward and caught it between my teeth, nibbling lightly.
“Not. Nice.”
“Talk.”
“We were having fun… Talk would ruin that.”
“Zac…” I sighed heavily; his stubbornness was something I was well acquainted with, and usually I thought it was adorable. But that was mostly because he knew I was just as stubborn, so usually he didn’t try to butt heads with me.
“This is never gonna work unless you trust me.”
“I do trust you.” Zac blinked at me, confused, but I shook my head.
“You don’t trust me enough to talk to me when something’s bothering you. That’s what makes a relationship work, babe. It’s not just enjoying the fun times; it’s being able to lean on each other through the not-so-fun times.”
Zac sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. I knew this was probably a new concept for him, considering who he’d been married to. But I wanted him to know that he could open up to me, no matter what.
“It’s just… I dunno, feeling insecure about… stuff.”
“Like what?” I touched Zac’s cheek; I knew what it was, but he needed to learn to speak up.
“The way I look.”
“What about it?”
“Just, like how pudgy I am. You were touching my chest and stuff…”
“Is this what bothers you?” I asked, running a hand over his stomach. He nodded glumly, looking away, but I turned his face back to me.
“You shouldn’t let this bother you. But if it makes you that unhappy, I can try to help you lose some weight. We could work out together.” I wasn’t blind; I knew Zac wasn’t exactly skinny, and it wouldn’t be fair to him to lie and tell him he was perfect. I didn’t think he needed to change, but it wasn’t my body, so I had no right to judge.
“I could tone up a bit myself,” I chuckled, pinching my belly; there wasn’t much there, but more than there could have been.
“You look great,” Zac sighed, rolling his eyes.
“I’m happy with myself,” I replied with a shrug.”
“Good. You should be.”
“So should you. But I mean it; if you want to change, I’ll help.”
“I mean, I’ve dieted before… Always gained it back. I took up running last tour; that didn’t last long.”
“How come?”
“Because I’m a lazy bastard?” Zac laughed; I chuckled along, giving his rear a squeeze.
“Well maybe you just need someone to keep your ass motivated.”
“You can definitely keep my ass motivated,” he giggled.
“Personally, I like a little meat.” I went back to trailing my fingers across his stomach; I loved how soft he was.
“Well I’ve got that covered.” Zac sighed, slowly relaxing into my touch, purring when I ran my fingers through his hair. I leaned up to kiss him, giving his stomach a gentle squeeze, making him giggle; the laugh turned into a moan as I massaged his abs, moving my hand lower. When I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his jeans, rubbing just above his dick, he moaned louder, grinding against me. I undid his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down and teasing the area around the base of his dick, earning an adorably needy whimper.
“Carrick…”
“Yeah babe?”
“Touch me?” Zac pouted a bit, but I kept teasing; he was too adorable, and too sexy, and I wanted to push him a bit.
“Carrick, touch me,” he growled; I wasn’t used to hearing him sound so intimidating, but I liked it. I relented a bit, just barely brushing my fingers against him.
“Or what?”
“Just… please?” As quick as it had come, the ferocity faded, Zac’s eyes pleading, and I caved. I leaned up to kiss him, brushing my fingers against him; he thrust into my hand desperately, and I let my fingers curl around him in a firm but gentle grip.
“Finally,” he moaned, and I chuckled; he was just too cute when he was needy. I started a slow rhythm, grinding my hips against his ass as he rocked against me. I kept it up for a few minutes before pulling away, a little breathless.
“Lay down, babe.” He eagerly complied, and I laid down next to him, running my hand up and down his chest and stomach. I kissed a path down his chest, staring up at him as I threw my leg over, straddling him. The moment was hot, but there was an underlying emotion to it, too; I wanted to make him feel good in every sense.
I flicked my tongue out at one of his dark nipples, earning a breathy whimper; it turned into a loud moan as I bit down, snarling a bit. I gave the other side the same treatment, chuckling at Zac’s wide eyes. I’d always held back a bit with him, not wanting to scare him off, but he looked like he was enjoying it plenty.
I kept moving lower, nipping at his skin as I went, pausing to look up when I reached Zac’s stomach. He looked down at me, nervous but excited, so I went on kissing and nibbling his belly. I flicked my tongue out at his happy trail, drawing another moan from him; moving lower, I kept teasing him, circling the base of his dick with my tongue.
“Carrick,” he half-sighed, half-moaned.
“Yeah?”
“Just… stop being such a tease.”
“You know you love it.”
“You’re alright,” Zac breathed, smirking a bit; I answered by catching his skin between my teeth, biting just enough to make him hiss. He stared at me, his big brown eyes pleading, and I felt a little bad. I dragged my tongue up his shaft, pulling away just before his head.
“You… are evil,” Zac groaned.
“Yeah, yeah. You love it.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Zac sighed, rolling his eyes. His eyes went wide, though, his mouth hanging open, when I devoured his cock all at once. I chuckled around him, pressing one hand lightly against his stomach as I sucked him slowly. He gripped my hair tightly, moaning as I dug my nails into his skin; his hips bucked up, shoving him down my throat, but I took it easily.
Zac stared wide-eyed at me as I let him fuck my mouth, dragging my nails down over his hips. I didn’t want things to get too far too fast, though, so a couple minutes later I pulled back, pulling my tank top off and laying next to him. Zac watched me curiously, pouting a bit.
“It’s okay to take what you want, you know. You don’t always gotta wait for me.”
“You know what I want, though,” Zac said shyly, his cheeks pink.
“Maybe.” Yeah, I was being difficult. But I wanted to see what Zac would do, if I made him take control.
“Carrick, I want you to fuck me. You know that.”
“Yeah, and I wanna fuck you.” I was grinning; Zac was so cute when he was slow.
“So fuck me then.” Zac’s voice took on a husky tone; I could tell he was getting desperate. I stared at him with lusty eyes, smirking as I trailed a finger down his chest, brushing over his hardened nipple.
“Make me.” I watched as Zac’s eyes widened; sometimes he seemed so innocent, so pure. It was one of my favorite things about him. I took his hand in mine, guiding it to my zipper; he rolled his eyes and took over, pulling my jeans off and crawling between my legs.
He wasted no time taking me in his mouth; my eyes rolled back as he worked his tongue around me, making my hips roll up As I stared down at him, he reached a hand back, sliding a finger into himself; my eyes widened as be started to finger himself to the fast pace he was sucking me. He wanted it bad, bad enough to get past his usual shyness.
“Fuck, babe,” I moaned, running my fingers through his hair. He grinned, adding a second finger and moaning loudly. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“I got impatient,” he breathed, smirking coyly. He sped up the pace of both his hand and his mouth, as I shook under him. This was turning out to be the hottest thing I’d seen from him yet, and it just kept getting better. Not long after, he slid his fingers out and crawled on top of me; I barely had time to grip his hips before he descended on me all at once. He moaned loudly, his head rolling back, and I answered with a growl, thrusting my hips up against him.
“Now that’s hot,” he sighed, rolling his hips; I planted my feet for leverage as I thrust up into him again and again, holding him steady. “Fuck yeah…”
“Yeah babe? How bout this?” I pulled Zac down onto me, meeting each thrust with equal force; Zac cried out, throwing his head back and clawing at my chest. I slammed into him again and again, our moans echoing off the walls; I dragged my nails over his stomach, angling my hips to hit his prostate at the same time.
“Fuck!”
I repeated both motions again, harder, earning another scream. I kept up the pace, driving Zac closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to push him further, though, mentally as well as physically.
“Tell me. Tell me what you need.”
“Just… just exactly what you’re doing… so close…” Zac was panting, beads of sweat rolling down his chest.
“You gotta learn to be a little more specific.” I hit his spot again, harder, and he cried out.
“That. Th-that spot. Feels so good…”
“You mean this spot?” Once again I drilled into him with pinpoint accuracy, making him scream.
“Yes.”
“How bout this?” I dragged my nails down his chest, leaving red marks behind; he hissed, his back arching, but the way his hips ground against mine told me he loved it.
“Yes.”
“God, I love fucking you.” I blinked, going over my words, double-checking the order; Zac’s expression and the blush in his cheeks suggested he was doing the same thing.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. What about you?” Zac wasn’t much of a dirty talker, but man I wanted to hear him say some filthy stuff, just once.
“L-love getting… fucked by you…”
“Tell me. Tell me how much you love it.”
“F-feels so good…” Zac’s blush deepened, his voice lowering as he went on. “Love your cock.” I slowed down, trying to encourage him to geep going, but he just pouted.
“C’mon babe,” I said a little softer. “Tell me what you like.”
“I like it when… you’re rough with me. And wh-when you fuck me… hard. Really hard.”
I moaned loudly, pulling him onto me harder; what my baby wants, my baby gets.
“You have any idea how sexy you are when you talk like that?” Zac just shook his head, smiling shyly; I pulled him down, kissing him hard. “Keep talkin’ babe.”
“Love… riding you. Even if you’re doing most of the work; kinda love that too.”
“You love riding me, huh?” I stopped my hips, smirking up at him. “I love that too. Watching you ride my dick; that’s fucking hot.” Slowly, Zac got the hint, lifting up and lowering himself back onto me.
“That’s it babe.” Zac picked up the pace, hands pressing against my chest as he moved faster over me. “Fuck Zac… ride it.”
Zac looked at me, his eyes dark, riding me fast and hard, and growled; I growled right back, digging my nails into his hips.
“How’s it feel?”
“So fucking good. Love the way you feel inside me.” Zac was still blushing, but he was getting the hang of talking, and it was even hotter than I’d imagined. One of his hands left my chest, wrapping around his own dick and stroking.
“Impatient much?” I chuckled, covering his hand with mine.
“Yes.”
“You like riding my cock?” I rocked my hips against him, hitting his spot again and again.
“Love riding your cock.”
“How much?”
“God… So much.”
“You like when I pound your ass, Zac?”
“Fuck… yes.” We were going fast and hard, our hips crashing frantically against each other’s, growling and moaning and sweating.
“Tell me how much you fucking love it.”
“Carrick… shut up. Just shut up and fuck me.” I couldn’t help laughing; I’d been told more times than I could count that I talked too much. But to make him happy I kept my mouth shut, gripping his hips tighter and slamming into him harder.
“Fuck, I’m close babe…”
“Me too.”
“Fuck…” I pulled Zac almost completely off of me, driving myself into him as hard as I possibly could; he screamed loudly, his eyes squeezed shut as he shot his load across my chest. Another couple pelvis-shattering thrusts later and I was filling him up, holding him so tight we might as well have been fused together.
We collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap, a heaving tangle of limbs. Slowly we came down, re-arranging ourselves into a cozy spooning position as we caught our breath.
“Carrick… That was…”
“Yeah?”
“Fucking amazing.” Zac blushed, his usual shyness returning, but I didn’t mind.
“Yeah.” I kissed the top of his head, hugging him close.
“I’m gonna need to take a pressure washer to this thing before I let the kids play in it,” Zac groaned; I laughed hard, shoving Zac back as he shoved me playfully.
“You’re horrible, you know that?”
“Yeah, yeah…” I just rolled my eyes, chuckling as I hugged Zac to my chest.
“Such a bad influence on me,” he muttered, smirking; I leaned down, kissing him gently. As we drifted off to sleep, naked and covered in come in his kids’ treehouse, I had to wonder if maybe there wasn’t some truth to that; but as long as he needed me, I’d be there.