And Call Me in the Morning by Willa Okati

Zane's waist and tugged lightly. “Down here?”
     
    “Thought you'd never ask.”
     
    They were of a size, he and Zane, Zane perhaps a little smaller and less broad in the shoulders, but he had strength where it counted and he was able to push Eli down on his back in the bed. The comforter smelled familiar to Eli. Soothing. Adding Zane's scent to the mix made it exciting. Cinnamon to coffee, spicier, warmer, slightly exotic but comforting at the same time.
     
    Zane lay half on, half off Eli, one leg thrown over him and the rest of his body weight propped on his elbow. “Come here,” he said, drawing Eli to him.
     
    Eli knew how to kiss Zane now, but it was no less exciting for being familiar. Maybe even more so. Couches and floors, those were great. Beds made everything somehow more real. He found the place he liked best to hold Zane, the flat of his hip and the tight curve of his ass, and kneaded him through the slow, deep kiss.
     
    That wasn't all he did. Somewhere in the middle, when Zane's breath grew tight and Eli could tell he wanted to shift forward, Eli let go of Zane's hip and teased his way around front. He was getting used to finding and feeling the rigidness of a cock instead of the warm softness between a woman's legs. Maybe even liking it better.
     
    No. No maybe about it. Curious to see if it would have the same effect on Zane as it had on him, Eli palmed Zane's dick and pressed in, giving him something to push against.
     
    “ Oh ” tasted sweet from Zane's lips to his, as did his tiny, broken whimper. “Don't stop.”
     
    “Not planning on it.” Eli found the tab of Zane's zipper and drew it down. He drew the edge of his thumb up and down the side of Zane's dick. Curiosity overcame the last of the shyness. “Let me see you.”
     
    “Oh, fuck.” Zane abruptly pulled away and braced himself on his arms over Eli.
     
    “Christ. What?” Eli tried to rise to his elbows. “You okay?”
     
    Zane laughed, choppy and a little too excited. Ah. That told Eli all he needed to know. He lowered himself to the bed again, then on second thought inchwormed his way up higher until his head rested on the pillows. “Whatever you want,” he said and meant it, though making the offer turned him light-headed. “You've got the wheel, remember?”
     
    “As if I could forget.” Zane surged over Eli and pressed his mouth to Eli's neck, kissing him hard. The first press of bare chest to bare chest made them both hiss, and the slick heat of tongue and teeth sent bolts of want to Eli's hardened dick. “Something I've been thinking about.”
     
    “You never stop thinking,” Eli said, almost out of breath already, and wasn't that odd? Or not. “Tell me.”
     
    “I'd rather show you.” Zane's hand drifted down to undo Eli's slacks and clumsily tried to nudge them off. Eli lent the man a hand, though the room temperature felt shockingly cold and brought goose bumps to his skin. He thought he knew where Zane was heading here.
     
    And God, did he want it. “Really?” he asked, just to be sure.
     
    Zane's eyes were fever bright. “One hundred percent,” he said. He kissed Eli, one rough press to his lips that almost stung, almost too hard and rough and lingering. “Say yes?”
     
    “Fuck, yes,” Eli said, voice gone baritone with need, already strung out. He watched Zane crawl backward on the bed, not between his legs but to the side, tugging his slacks farther down.
     
    Zane stopped then, staring. Eli wanted to squirm. Women didn't do this, stare as if they couldn't believe their eyes. He had nothing to be ashamed of in the size department. That didn't worry him.
     
    “Fuck,” Zane breathed. He braced himself on the bed, and on Eli, and lowered his head. The fringes of his hair tickled Eli's stomach and hid what he was doing from view, but there was no mistaking the first tickling touch of a tongue to his cockhead, or the sudden, engulfing, wet warmth of an eager mouth.
     
    Eli jackknifed up.