Arabian Nights Ch. 05

I shrug slightly. "I don't think I've ever seen your father cry," I say.

"Neither have I," Zane says slowly, scratching the side of his head. Then he looks at me. "I... didn't expect your father to... do what he did, either," he says.

"Yeah," I mutter, looking at the counter. Baba just came out. After years of keeping that part of himself hidden from his best friend, someone he considers family, he decided to unleash it. I doubt it was a result of anything but impulse, and the desire to step forward for someone he practically sees as his second son. That surge of pride I felt initially has only gotten stronger. Shit, Baba.

Now it's finally all out in the open, the truth laid bare. What about my own truth, though? Baba's selfless act has got me reflecting. I glance over at Zane, who's lost in thought, biting his fingernails and staring at the floor. What are we doing? Who are we kidding with this silly "trial period" bullshit? Who am *I* kidding? I have to be honest with myself, be truthful in what I want -- and that includes whom I want, and how I want them.

"Fuck the month," I blurt out.

He looks up at me in confusion, pulling his fingers from his mouth. "Huh?"

"Fuck the month," I repeat.

He blinks. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about... you know... us," I say, gesturing between us. "Seeing Baba... I just..." I shrug, sighing and laughing simultaneously. "There's no use keeping things hidden anymore." I look at him hard and hold his gaze. "So, fuck the month."

He stares for a moment before starting to smile. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," I tell him, slowly speaking as I walk over to him, "I'm done with this stupid trial period. I want this. For... for real."

Zane's mouth splits into a wider grin, his expression a hybrid between amused and loving. "C'mere," he says, reaching forward and grabbing my shirt. Smiling, I meet him halfway as he tugs me closer to him and plant my lips on his. We stay like that for several moments, just standing in his parents' kitchen, arms around each other, lips pressed firmly together. Then, when we pull apart, Zane just smiles while I laugh gently to myself. "What's so funny?" he asks.

I shrug. "I don't know. I just... A few months ago, I would have never expected something like this to happen."

"You falling in love with a guy?" he asks teasingly.

I just smile. "Me falling in love with *you*."

He grins a little more before he grips my shirt with a wide, excited smile stretched across his face. Slowly, he leans in and kisses my lips and then moves to my neck. "Fuck, I wish we were alone right now," he whispers.

I laugh, pushing back against him. "Reel it in, big guy."

He just laughs. "Fine," he says, nibbling on my neck before he pulls back, looking sweet and gentle as he rubs my sides. "Thank you for telling me that."

"Should we tell everyone?" I ask. Suddenly, I have a burst of inspiration to not only "come out," but to show off my relationship. I want everyone to know how good I have it.

But Zane just laughs. "Maybe we should wait..." he says, clearly amused. "This is a lot for one night already."

I chuckle, nodding. "Fair."

He reaches around, rubbing the small of my back from under my shirt. "But soon," he says, lightly dragging his nails down my back. "I promise."

It takes quite a while for Seth to compose himself. We only get an update from Rashida when she joins us in the kitchen to resume cooking dinner, and she tells us that Seth and Baba are having a "long conversation" -- which means we are not to interrupt. Giving them space, we stay in the kitchen with Zane's mother, helping her if she requires our assistance. Otherwise, we just sit at the table idly, silently wondering how this night will play out.

Soon, dinner is ready, and a few minutes later, Baba and a pensive Seth come out into the dining room and join the three of us. Needless to say, there's an awkward bit of tension initially. We pass food around in complete silence, with Rashida only breaking it to ask if any of us want water.

Eventually, though, before Seth begins eating, he pauses, takes a breath, and then looks towards his son. "I'm sorry," he says gently.

The sincerity in his voice even catches *me* off-guard, and we all pause, glancing at Zane for his response. He just stares at his father in surprise for a few moments before giving Seth a small smile and a subsequent, affirming nod.

Almost instantaneously, there's a lighter air in the room. Both Baba and Rashida allow themselves to smile, and Baba, who pats his friend's arm in a proud sort of way, initiates conversation with the whole table. Seth doesn't speak his usual amount. It's clear that he's still embarrassed, or ashamed, or whatever he's feeling. But it's a start. We're on the right path here, and we're heading in the right direction.

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Zane retires to his room when we get back to the apartment, so I use this opportunity to take a thorough shower -- thorough enough to have a little foreplay with myself. My heart starts racing just from the self-stretching and anticipation, but at the same time, I feel surprisingly calm. It feels right, to give myself to Zane as much as he's given himself to me. After the moment we shared in his kitchen, it seems like the logical but organic next step.

I step out of the shower, quickly drying myself off. Instead of getting dressed, though, I wrap a towel around my waist and leave my clothes on the bathroom floor. Slowly, I make my way towards Zane's room.

His bedroom door is half-open, and I knock lightly as I peek inside and see him resting on his bed with his phone in his hand, presumably texting. He glances at me, eyes me up and down, and smiles. "Hey," he says. Then, when I step into his room, shut his door, and drop the towel to my ankles, he grins a bit more. "Well, *hey*," he says, adding a sexier tone to his voice. He tosses his phone to the side before sitting up, licking his lips.

"Hey yourself," I say with a smile, stepping away from the towel and joining Zane in bed. As I climb up and straddle his lap, he runs his hands up my thighs and rests them on my hips. "How you feelin'?"

"Pretty damn good, now," he says with a playful growl, and I laugh.

"In general, I mean."

He smiles a little more seriously. "I'm still... shocked," he says, letting out a small laugh. "I wonder what my father and your father talked about before dinner."

"Yeah, me too," I say. Zane and I left before Baba did, so we didn't get the inside scoop from him. It was most likely just a deep heart-to-heart, the first stepping stone on Seth's path to not just tolerance but acceptance. He was quick to write off his son, but his best friend, someone he considers a brother? Two people is too many to lose. "Clearly it worked, whatever it was," I say.

"Yeah, I guess so," Zane murmurs, smiling gently. Then he laughs. "Though I'm not sure he's really ready for... us," he adds, giving my hips a squeeze.

"Maybe you're right," I say with a chuckle. "I was just getting excited."

"Well, I appreciate the excitement," he says, beckoning me lower with his finger. I grin, answering his call and leaning down to kiss his lips. Back and forth we go, wet lips smacking against each other repeatedly as I grip his shirt. I feel his hands arms snake around me more, comfortably tightening around me -- but there's an imbalance here. He's clothed, and I'm not.

"Why are you still dressed?" I ask against his lips.

He just grins. "Undress me then," he says invitingly.

Don't mind if I do. I sit up in his lap, reaching under me to tug at the hem of his shirt and start pulling it off of him. He sits up and lifts his arms for me, allowing me to strip him. However, before I can even toss the shirt to the side, he wraps his arms around me and pins me on my back. I laugh as he settles between my legs, kissing my neck. "Suave," I murmur.

"I prefer Pantene," he teases, getting another few chuckles out of me as he moves across my collarbone.

"You're not funny," I mutter. "I hope you know that."

"Be nice or I won't make you cum," he says, and that shuts me up immediately. He just grins as he kisses down my body, inhaling my body wash as he travels lower. In anticipation of his mouth, my cock starts twitching to life, thickening against my thigh as his scruff tickles just above my groin.

Gently, he guides my semi into his mouth and engulfs me in his inviting warmth. I feel chills on my thighs as my cock responds to his touch, my blood flowing steadily as I get stiffer. I hear Zane humming more the harder I get, and once I'm at my most erect and most sensitive, I feel my hips start to raise. His hands hold onto my hip tenderly, not to stop me, but to encourage me. At his behest, I start to move in gentle strides, groaning as Zane welcomes me into his throat over and over again. I could melt right here.

He pulls off briefly for air, panting slightly and letting my cock flop back against my stomach, wet and hot and stiff. "Fuck, I love your dick," he murmurs before lifting me back to his lips and taking me deep -- balls-deep. I grunt, swearing when his mouth and throat completely envelopes me. How is he so good at this? How can he so effortlessly swallow me whole, with an expression that reads as "leisure" rather than "hard-at-work"?

He slowly slides up to the head of my cock, giving the very tip an insistent press of his tongue before popping off with a lick of his lips. Without even looking up at me, he moves lower. He kisses over my smooth balls, nuzzling into them for a moment. Slowly, I feel his lips move closer to my taint, and in response to his tongue gliding so sensually against that erogenous zone of mine, I lift my legs a bit -- and that's all the signal he needs.

His tongue swiftly moves lower, and I gasp out when he touches my hole. He circles my entrance with tender movements before starting to drag his tongue slowly and completely over the most sensitive place on my body. I feel my toes curling before I will my body to relax, even as electric pleasure makes my skin vibrate and my heart race and my cock spit out driblets of precum. Just as Zane's tongue slips into me, I reach down and grip myself, wrapping a sure fist around my hard-on and working that natural lube into my shaft. It feels incredible -- and it also makes me hungry, makes me want a go at *Zane's* ass. I'd happily return the favor if I weren't so focused on his tongue or had a specific plan in mind when I walked in here. That's much more of a dire need right now.

After a few minutes, Zane pulls his lips away just a few inches so that he can spit directly on my hole. I feel his warm saliva trickling down towards the bed before his finger scoops it up and rubs it tenderly around my pucker.

"Where's the lube?" I ask.

Zane chuckles. "Craving fingers, huh?" he asks, pulling away. He grabs his bottle of lube from the top of his nightstand.

"Take your pants off," I say instead of answering his question.

He doesn't think much of it. "Yes sir," he says with a chuckle, tossing the bottle towards me before sliding off the bed and undressing in front of me. He makes quick work of his jeans first, letting me ogle him in his snug boxer briefs before he pulls his underwear off and lets his cock swing free. It's in a thick, semi-hard state, hanging lowly, looking intimidating already. All I'm thinking is, "Shit. That's going inside me."

I wait until he starts climbing in bed to strike. As soon as he lifts his knee to the edge of the mattress, I sit up, grab the back of his head, and kiss him. He hums, quickly moving his hands to my waist even as I maneuver him towards the middle of the bed. I want him on his back, and to break the kiss, I push a hand into the center of his chest until he falls back with a surprised but mildly amused expression on his face.

I watch as his eyebrows raise higher and higher as I straddle his hips, my ass firmly planted in his lap. "Wha-- What are you doing?" he asks.

Ignoring him, I pop the cap on the lube and pour some into my palm. Then, I lift myself up, reach under me with my coated hand, and transfer all that lube to Zane's cock. He grunts a bit as I start massaging his semi, and I smile as I feel it hardening in my grip.

"You're not fucking with me, are you?" he asks.

I just grin, getting him to full-mast. "I mean, kinda."

He stares at me for a moment before the double entendre clicks, and he chuckles a bit before putting his hands on my thighs. "You don't have to do this, Khalid. I told you that."

"I want to," I tell him, pouring a little more lube onto my fingers to apply to myself. "You saying *you* don't want to?"

He snorts. "Fuckin' fuck yeah, I want to," he says, and I burst out laughing.

"Then sit back and shut up," I tell him, and he grins before sitting up, kissing me flat on the mouth, and then lying back down. He puts his hands behind his head like he's lounging out, a soft smirk on his face.

I swallow thickly once we're both good and slick, the nervousness trying to creep in on me. I just breathe in deeply, avoiding eye contact with Zane. I need to focus on the task at hand, on what I'm about to do. Time to make fantasy a reality. Time to throw my inhibitions out the fucking window.

I lift myself up, hold his cock up straight, line it up with my hole, and then carefully start to lower myself onto him. My mouth opens when I feel the head of his cock push into my hole, stretching me out wider than I had mentally prepared myself for.

"Breathe," Zane tells me.

"I know," I snap, even though I'm only just now realizing I'd been holding my breath. I inhale deeply and exhale more so, so heavily that I'd feel hollow if not for Zane's manhood inching its way into my body. It's intense. The lower I sink down, the more I feel overfilled, stretched too wide, completely and strangely exposed... But I fucking love it. I'm not surprised either. I've spent weeks fantasizing about this very moment, these very feelings, and it's both tougher and more beautiful than I even imagined.

I take a little more of him at a time, doing my best to relax and just barely bounce up and down on him. I'm testing out the feeling as I go. Every time I take a little more of his cock, I, for a brief moment of fear, feel like I've hit my limit. But I persist. I take him. I make him take me.

"Doing okay?"

Zane's voice comes to me in the depths of my focus, and I open my eyes to look down at him. He's still lying down as if he's just kicking back and watching a film. "Yeah," I murmur, nodding.

"How's it feel?"

I laugh shortly. How's it feel? It's damn near indescribable. The pain, the pleasure, the sheer intensity of it, the comfortable discomfort, the fullness of his cock, how alive and connected to him I feel... But I don't have time for words now, so I only have one word for him: "Good."

"I figured. You're rock fucking hard."

I look down and sure enough, my cock, stiff as a board, keeps tapping his lower stomach whenever I move down, leaving a small pool of precum on his skin. "Shut up," I grunt.

Zane smiles tenderly before he lifts himself up until we're face-to-face as I stay seated in his lap. He wraps his arms around me, brushing his lips against mine. "You feel fucking incredible, Khalid."

As if my body weren't hot to begin with, I feel my face flush with a gentle warmth. When he was lying down, I couldn't totally read his expression, but up close, Zane's half-lidded eyes look dazed, aware, comfortable, pleased, and happy. I just rest my hands on his shoulders, grateful for the support as I situate myself firmly in his lap.

Both of us moan simultaneously, him from hitting my depths, and me from feeling him explore me more than I thought was possible. It's fucking wild. Then, he kisses me once, twice, three times before I have my hands in his hair while we make out. It's all about patience. We're going slow and steady, really feeling each other out, heating each other up, making each other feel as good as two lovers can.

Slowly, Zane starts to lean forward. I hold onto him tightly as he keeps a firm grip on my body while lying me down on my back. I grunt a bit when his cock slips from my hole, feeling irrationally empty. It's not right. I need him back inside of me. He doesn't make me wait long, though. He rolls me slightly onto my side, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder and straddling my other leg. I feel his cock, wet and hot, slide up my inner thigh before nudging against my hole, and he reaches down to grip himself before guiding its way home.

Again, we groan simultaneously once he's burrowing his way into me. He keeps a gentle pace, rocking his hips back and forth, taking my virginity in the sweetest manner. He hugs my leg, kissing my calf as his body gyrates with perfect, practiced fluidity. I've said it before and I'll say it again: he looks like a fucking god, all appropriate muscle dusted with dark hair and ever-so-slightly shining with sweat. His face shifts between relaxed and focused, giving himself into the feelings, eyes often fluttering closed when he's really feeling it, me, us. He's beautiful -- and he's mine.

I continue stroking myself double-time, finding myself light of breath. Between his manhood gliding against my prostate and my fist wrapped tightly around my member, I'm in delirium. I feel my orgasm (an orgasm I know is sure to be nothing less than incredible) building -- and fast.

"Zane--" I groan, but he can sense it somehow.

"I know," he says. "Me, too."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." He grunts a bit, picking his pace up just a hair before sighing heavily. "Where do you--?"

"In me."

He looks down at me, licking his lips. "Yeah?"

"Yes." I give him a sure look before I close my eyes, focusing on my own impending climax now. I tune in to my other senses: the smell of sex in the room, the sound of Zane's quiet but satisfied moans and our wet lovemaking, and of course, the physical feeling of being overwhelmed and overcome by sexual fulfilment. My orgasm boils in the pit of me before, suddenly, the cum shoots up my shaft and spurts out of the tip in ropes that feel thick and hot. If my eyes weren't closed already, the intensity and force of which I cum would be blinding. I clench my eyes shut, barely cognizant of my load splattering across my torso, let alone Zane, who's just starting to cum. Somehow, I hear him grunt out and clutch onto me more tightly. As he starts to unload, he pushes his cock in a little deeper and sighs in relief. I can barely catch my breath enough to open my eyes and see Zane through the throes of his orgasm, so I just pant and lie there and let him fill me.

I sigh heavily after what feels like minutes of us just breathing, connected. I slowly open my eyes, rubbing them slightly before I look down at the mess I made of myself. Then, I peek up at Zane. He grins before he starts chuckling. "What?" I ask, smiling.

"Nothing," he says, kissing my calf again.

I laugh, too, for no particular reason other than his joy being infections. Gently, I nudge his ear with my foot. "Wanna get the fuck off my leg, then?" I ask. He grins before slowly pulling out of me. I whimper on the back-stroke, practically moaning out before I'm chuckling to myself as he slides away from my legs and lets me roll onto my stomach. I expel another heavy breath, shaking my head. "That was wild."

Zane lies down next to me, resting on his side and getting close enough for me to still feel the heat of his body. "You surprised me today."

I look over at him, arching my eyebrows. "Yeah?"

He nods. "First, there was that little moment in the kitchen. Then, you show up naked in my doorway ready to bottom?" He grins, stroking my arm with his fingertips. "It's like my birthday came early."

I chuckle, reaching over to poke his stomach affectionately. "Happy early birthday, then," I murmur, smiling at him.