Be Your Everything

Zack woke up with sweat dripping lightly over his tattoos, and down his chest. The past few nights without Jack by his side at night, was the cause of many horrifying nightmares he had had. This time, Zack had dreamed that Jack, the man that he possibly loves, left him for someone else. Zack never got a good look at the dark silohoutte in his dream, but his body shape seemed vaguely familiar. Shaking his head clear of this strange dream, he slowly got up and stumbled over to the kitchen.

Zack smiled, and thought of the first time he and Jack were together. Jack had suddenly pushed Zack against the kitchen table, and fiercely put his lips against the other male's lips. Zack then regained control, and picked up Jack, cradling him and kissing his cheek, whispering dirty things into his ear. Throwing Jack onto the bed, Zack felt a weird tingling in his stomach. He'd never done this with a man, let alone one he sees everyday. Whilst Zack was thinking of everything that could go wrong, the older male grabbed him by the hips and brought him down onto the bed. Slowly, but hurridly, they took off eachother's shirts. What seemed like hours had passed. Both males were exhausted, and were now innocently cuddling eachother. Jack was lightly tracing every line of the younger man's tattos, every fiber of muscle, and his prominent hip bones. Zack was slowly drifting off to sleep, the light touch of Jack's fingertips like a lullaby.

But now the older male was gone, and Zack was all alone. He was never much of a talker, but around Jack, he felt like every word was worth a second of attention. No one really understood why the young, muscular man did not talk, and no one was to find out. The young, muscular male picked up his phone and sent a text to Jack saying, "hey. i missed u last nite. come over later? xx" within seconds, Zack had got a text back. it read "of course babe. keep the bed warm for me xx" Zack smiled and felt butterflies in his stomach. He just had to get through the day with nothing to do.