#zeath fic

[whimzea-blog]

idk if you guys have ever seen this video but I’ve used it as inspiration for a couple of different pairings and I had to Zeath it up :D some of the dialogue is exact because real life is the best story there is haha

Heath shook the doctor’s hand, and walked through the door she had pointed to a few seconds before. She’d just finished telling Heath that the surgery had gone great, and that Zane’s vitals looked good. He’d most likely be able to go home once the anesthesia wore off. All they had to do now was wait it out.

A nurse was making Zane comfortable when Heath walked into his hospital room, and she smiled at him. “There are some ice chips on the table there. He’s only been awake for about fifteen minutes, so I’d wait a little bit before you offer him one. I’ll be back later to check on him, and I’ll bring your post-op instructions. If you need a nurse before then, just press that button over there, and someone will come to help.”

Heath thanked her and she took her chart and hurried off to her next patient. Heath gingerly made his way to Zane’s bedside so he didn’t spook him. Zane’s eyes were open but they weren’t quite alert yet, and he was wrapped in so many blankets that he sort of looked like a newborn. It was kind of cute. But also weird.

“Hi, baby,” Heath said softly. Zane slowly turned his head to look at him, and Heath smiled big. “How does your throat feel?”

“Sore,” Zane croaked, and Heath nodded.

“I know. It’ll be that way for awhile. But we stocked up the freezer with all your favorite ice cream, and we made jello, remember?” Zane obviously did not even remember he was a human being, but Heath figured conversation would probably help him perk up.

It had been sort of a shock to find out that Zane needed a tonsillectomy, considering he was almost 33 years old. But the doctor said adults had them all the time, and that if Zane didn’t have one soon, he was going to be in for a world of hurt. So after a month of needling Zane, he’d finally agreed.

Heath kept talking to him, telling him about what he’d done while Zane was in surgery- mostly switching back and forth between Twitter, Snapchat, and Instagram at a dizzying speed. He told Zane how nice the doctor had been, and how friendly the nurse was.

Zane’s eyes were becoming more lucid, and eventually he appeared to be absorbing at least some of what Heath had said. However, he was also staring at Heath in a mildly uncomfortable manner.

“Do you want an ice chip?” Heath asked, breaking eye contact. He was getting the heebie jeebies. “It will make your throat feel better.”

Zane nodded and opened his mouth, like he was a baby bird waiting for a worm. Heath almost took a picture, but decided that was too cruel, even for him. He dropped a chip in Zane’s mouth, and he watched Zane warily as he sucked on it. With Zane’s luck, he’d probably choke on it.

“Did the doctor send you?” Zane asked, once the ice had dissolved on his tongue. He was looking at Heath with interest.

This question momentarily threw Heath for a loop, but he recovered quickly.

“Ah, no. I’m the one who drove you to the hospital,” Heath answered. Zane looked at him with wide eyes.

“You did?” Zane looked like Heath had just told him that Durte Dom had converted to Buddhism and was living out the rest of his days in a monastery in Thailand.

“Yeah, baby. I did. In your car.” Heath was trying to not to laugh, but Zane looked adorable.

“Why is a sexy guy like you driving a guy like me around?” Zane asked incredulously. “You are serious eye candy.”

Why hadn’t Heath immediately opened Snapchat as soon as he had entered the room?

“Because I love you,” Heath replied. He rested his hand on Zane’s blanket covered belly, rubbing it lightly.

“You do?” Zane looked like his head was about to explode.

“Of course I do. I’m your husband,” Heath explained, and Heath almost lost it as Zane’s mouth dropped open, his eyes flicking from Heath’s wedding ring to his face and back again.

“I got you that ring?” 

“Yeah, you did. You picked it out all by yourself,” Heath answered, and he felt his heart flutter with fondness. This surgery had taken away Zane’s tonsils and Heath’s balls. “Do you want another ice chip?”

Zane opened his mouth again and Heath dropped one inside. He hoped he wasn’t going to have to hand feed Zane for the entire recovery period. That would get old very fast.

“You deserve a ring like that, because you are so nice, and so good-looking,” Zane said after awhile. He looked at Heath earnestly. “Are you going to stay with me the whole time?”

Heath pressed a soft kiss on Zane’s forehead. “I’m gonna stay with you forever.”

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Hit Me Baby One More Time

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VB1bIV

by Zeath

Prompt: Hit me baby one more time for your fics! I love them! Maybe this can have a bdsm kick to it too?

 Truth be told, Stiles loved being a cheeky tart; it riled Peter up to the ninth degree, and it was only a matter of time until the man finally did something about it.

Words: 2286, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Prompt Fills

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: NSFW, Spanking, Consensual Kink, Safe Sane and Consensual, Begging, Crying, Dacryphilia, Dom/sub, Domestic Fluff, Bratting, Aftercare, Sexual Tension, Implied Sexual Content, Jock Straps, Teasing, Impact Play, Tumblr Prompt, Prompt Fic, Sadism, Dom Peter Hale, Sub Stiles Stilinski, Submission, Dominance, Safewords, BDSM, BDSM Scene, Punishment, Praise Kink, Healthy Relationships

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VB1bIV

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

do you know any nsfw fics where stiles has some fun with the pack members on bus rides or in cars going somewhere? i remember reading a fic where the lax team were on a bus going somewhere and stiles was doing stuff with isaac and just wondering if you have any fics similar to that?

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Anonymous said:Woo! Any fics where sterek mess around during a roadtrip? Preferably just pwp

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Anonymous said:was wondering if you guys knew of any fics where they’re [stiles & derek] driving and one of them just start giving the other a handjob or something because they really can’t wait to stop or can’t stop so they just do it as they’re driving. Thanks!

Here’s some sex in cars. - Anastasia

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time by spicy_witch03

(1/? I 1,338 I Teen I Steter)

Born and raised in a business that thrives on bloodshed, sex and cocaine, Peter Hale is more then prepared to take over his fathers business as the next head of the Mexican Cartel that he is told will be announced at the yearly Gala.

However, when making connections for this event, he meets a rather unusual and sarcastic bartender. Stiles Stilinski. A friend of his nieces. One he is immediately intrigued by.

Soulmates are knot always reciprocal by BadwrongFox

(1/1 I 2,432 I Mature i Sterek I Rape)

Derek knows his mate is straight and has questionable ethics.

Silver Baby by lostwithoutmyanchor (mysourwolf)

(1/1 I 3,229 I Explicit I Steter)

Peter visits a strip club and is immediately drawn to one of the dancers.

My Wolf?? by Dolavine

(1/1 I 3,517 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek patrol the woods. Things get heated and the Jeep is the best place to work things out.

a little tension, sure, why the hell knot? by tryslora

(1/1 I 5,586 I Explicit I Derek/Stiles/Lydia/Jackson)

Work has kept Derek away for six months. Stiles, Lydia, and Jackson have PLANS to welcome him home.

A Love in the Making by SayakaYoru351

(1/1 I 9.921 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek received a news that they shouldn’t be hearing for their age. But if anything else it just made them happy and excited for their future.

The Beginning by JayKnowsya

(11/? I 16,626 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Derek met Stiles when he and a couple of his friends where messing around in the hallway and Stiles had come out and told them to stop, since then on Derek can’t take the boy with the whisky brown eyes out of his mind. This story tells how they met, how they fell in love and how they get together.

Ain’t scared of the fall by glaciya

(5/10 I 17,380 I Explicit I Sterek)

In which the Sheriff’s son falls in love with the vice president of Beacon Hill’s motorcycle “club”. Oh, and there’s werewolves.

We Will Get There by Zeath

(9/? I 40,846 I Explicit I Sterek)

You probably already know what happened. Then again, you might not. You might not even give a shit. But I’m going to tell you about it anyway. We went about our daily lives, oblivious to how bad things were getting in the world. And then they hit the reset button, erasing all of their problems along with hundreds of millions of lives.

No one saw it coming, the end.

The lucky ones were killed in seconds. As for the rest of us, immune to the black poison, we had to decide; hang on to the civility of the past, or become savages in a new dark future.

Sell Your Body to the Night by Dira Sudis (dsudis)

(15/15 I 121,533 I Explicit I Sterek)

“No,” he repeated impatiently. “I’m not a cop. I’m someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work.”

“I, uh, yeah, sorry,” Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up–the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. “Yeah, I am. I do that.”

[bhadpodcast]

Nice! I'm about to read a domestics au, lol! // is it Sterek? Can you rec it?

It was Sterek and it’s by... Zeath, who has some wonderfully knotty naughty fic!

[thesparkandthewolf]

Hi! I saw you have a tag for fics and update them regularly, I want to add two things I've recently read to the sick/terminal illness! tag? If you have one? Saturn by Flutterbye_5 and HeartxOfxStone (archiveofourown org/works/6637378/chapters/15185806), and Sick by Zeath (archiveofourown org/works/10052984/chapters/22399598) love your blog!

i just have a generic ‘fic’ tag, i don’t really specify the genre/content of them. but if anyone here is interested in these types of fics, here you go.

[dacrepls-blog]

Got 3 gif sets ready and waiting (2x zeath and 1x scotty vlog) but today is the day that I finish as many fics as possible purely so I can queue them up whilst I’m away over the next couple of days

[whimzea-blog]

“Zane, look at me.”

When Zane failed to turn around, Heath rolled his eyes. They were in IKEA trying to buy shit for their new apartment, but Zane could barely make it five feet without getting distracted by something. It didn’t help that the place was decorated for Christmas and everything was red, green, and shiny.

“Zane, look at me!” Heath repeated, this time so loudly that a couple with a young child jumped a few feet away.

“What is it?” Zane asked. He frowned at Heath. “I’m trying to shop here.”

“Snowman napkin holders aren’t on our list, Zane,” Heath chastised, nodding to the package in Zane’s hand. “In fact, none of the stuff you’ve picked up so far has been remotely practical. We have a lot of shit to get, and not a lot of extra money.”

Zane reluctantly put the napkin holders back on the shelf and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I just want to have a fun apartment for Christmas.”

“So do I, but we need things like, you know, a kitchen table and bathroom towels before we can start thinking about napkin holders. You need to focus.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Zane mumbled, looking forlornly at a display of Santa-themed dishware. 

“The apartment is the priority for the next few months, alright?” Heath looked at Zane, waiting for acknowledgement that he understood. Zane nodded sadly.

“Good. Going along with that, I think you and I should skip exchanging presents this year and spend the money on apartment stuff. Stuff we can both use and-”

“What?!” By Zane’s horrified expression, you would have thought that Heath had just murdered Santa Claus in cold blood right in front of his face. “That’s crazy. We have to exchange presents."

“Baby, I know you like shopping for me, but you always go way overboard and the money could be much better spent. You can still get little presents for our friends, if you want, but don’t get anything for me.” Heath squeezed Zane’s shoulder. “Promise?”

Zane pursed his lips and turned, walking a few feet away to examine a cookie jar shaped like a gingerbread man. Heath sighed. That conversation had gone just about as well as he’d expected.

***

Surprisingly, Zane did as he was told.

He’d helped Heath buy the essentials for the apartment and do a bit of decorating, and they’d spent the past month adding odds and ends as money allowed. A few weeks before Christmas, Heath yielded and let Zane go bananas at the Dollar Store, and soon every surface had gone Christmas, complete with a big fake tree they’d taken from someone’s trash in Jason’s neighborhood.

Their friend group had decided to forego Christmas presents as well and just go out one night and get drunk, and that had happened and then some. Zane had mailed a few small items to his mom and siblings in Florida, but that was it. Heath hadn’t come home to a growing pile of gifts under the tree. Zane had held back, and Heath was extremely proud. They were actually going to make it through the holiday season without going bankrupt.

Now it was Christmas Eve, and Heath was snuggled into Zane on the couch with Zane’s arms wrapped around him.  The TV was on, but they were barely watching it. They were both in deep food comas, Heath having truly shown his culinary skills by preparing a spectacular turkey dinner and trays of whimsically-shaped Christmas cookies.

“Are you sad we didn’t go to Florida for Christmas?” Heath asked, turning slightly in Zane’s arms so he could see his face.

“No,” Zane answered, and Heath saw that he truly meant it. “This is perfect.”

***

The next morning, Heath woke up alone in their bed.

Heath padded out to the living room, dreading what he would find. But there were still no gifts under the tree, but no boyfriend anywhere, either.

Heath put on a pot of coffee and was about to call Zane when he walked through the front door with a plastic bag in his hand.

“Merry Christmas,” Zane greeted Heath, grinning from ear to ear.

“Merry Christmas.” Heath pecked Zane on the lips. “Where did you go?”

“All over the goddamn city,” Zane answered, dropping his bag on the counter. “But I finally found a place that was open.”

Heath peered in the bag. “You went all over the city for egg nog?”

“You bet your ass I did. It isn’t Christmas without it.” 

Heath wrapped his arms around Zane’s neck. “You scared me. I thought you had gone out to retrieve the pile of presents you’d gotten me.”

Zane shook his head. “Nah. I just have one present for you.”

“Zane,” Heath groaned. “You were doing so well.”

“In my defense, I got it before you banned me from buying anything,” Zane replied, pulling Heath closer by his hips and giving him a long, deep kiss.

“Is it your dick?” Heath asked warily, when they’d parted.

Zane laughed. “No, but it is in my pants.”

Heath slid his hands down to the front of Zane’s jeans and felt over his pockets. He raised an eyebrow when he felt some sort of object in his left pocket, and he dug his hand in to fish it out.

“I was going to wait until you’d had coffee first, but now is as good a time as any,” Zane said, his eyes twinkling. 

Heath pulled out the object, which he discovered was a small, unassuming black box. Heath shook it, but he didn’t hear anything.

“Well, I guess it’s not my annual carton of Tic-Tacs,” Heath sighed in faux disappointment. “Too bad.”

“Maybe next year,” Zane replied. He was looking at Heath in a way he never had before. It made Heath nervous, but thrilled him too. “Why don’t you open it?”

Heath lifted the lid off the box. Nestled in a bed of white satin was a shining gold band.

“Marry me?” Zane asked softly, brushing his thumb across Heath’s cheek.

Heath was momentarily speechless, but he recovered quickly, disbelief giving way to pure joy. He felt weightless, like his heart was going to just float right out of his chest. 

“Aren’t you supposed to get down on one knee?” Heath queried. He realized his hands were shaking and he was about to cry like a little bitch but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Do you want me to?” Zane’s eyes were watering now too, and Heath felt a little bit better about his masculinity.

Heath actually considered this. He’d only get one proposal, right?

“No. Just put the ring on me,” Heath answered, passing the box to Zane.

“So your answer is yes?” Zane took the box and pulled out the ring, taking Heath’s hand in his.

“Obviously.” 

Zane slid the ring onto Heath’s finger and they both stared at it, their eyes wide.

“We’re engaged,” Heath marveled.

“Yeah.” Zane pulled Heath to his chest. “We are.”

“You would give me a fiancee for Christmas when I told you to give me nothing,” Heath joked, but his voice cracked as his emotions got the better of him.

Zane didn’t answer. He just kissed him.

[whimzea-blog]

Proposals five ways

4. After sex

Zane had barely gotten through the door before Heath was on him.

It had been the longest five months of their entire lives. Zane had been on tour with David and the guys all over the country- all over the world- and they had only managed to see each other three times total in that period.

Heath had a good time filming with Dom and Kam, and he’d gained a ton of new subscribers in the past few months. But towards the end of month four, he had become totally miserable. Calls and FaceTime weren’t enough. Neither of them were cut out for a long distance relationship, and Heath was never, ever going to let Zane do this again.

Heath had almost cried when he’d gotten Zane’s text that he’d landed at LAX. Liza was picking them all up and she’d drop him off, soon.

And now he was here.

Zane dropped his bag on the floor and grabbed Heath by the hips. 

“Missed you,” he breathed in between kisses, and God, he had even missed Zane’s smell. 

Zane walked them back towards the bedroom, and Heath was nearly hanging off of Zane’s neck. The taste of his tongue and the scratch of his beard and his hands on his ass- he had been dying for it, had thought about it every night the past month as he tried to get himself off. But there was nothing like the real thing.

Heath slid his hands under Zane’s t-shirt and Zane raised his arms so he could pull it off. Heath started in on the belt buckle next, and Zane tugged down Heath’s sweatpants- the only thing he had on.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” Zane said, latching onto Heath’s neck. It was a strange thing to say, but Heath knew exactly what he meant.

Heath finally got Zane’s button and zipper undone, and he pushed down his jeans and underwear. He was becoming less and less coordinated, and he was relieved when Zane pushed him onto the bed and rid himself of the rest of his clothing.

Zane pressed himself against Heath’s body so there was no space in between them. 

“I love you,” Zane said breathlessly. He kissed Heath like he was trying to devour him whole, and Heath wanted nothing more than for him to do it.

Zane broke their kiss when they were both about to explode with need, reaching towards the nightstand.

“No,” Heath said, digging his nails into Zane’s bicep. “I did it already. Just fuck me.”

Zane’s eyes widened and he sat back. He pulled Heath’s thighs apart and saw that Heath’s hole was dripping with lube, ready to be fucked.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Zane groaned. How the fuck had he gotten so lucky?

In seconds Zane was buried to the hilt, and it was hard not to come right then and there.

“C’mon, make me feel it,” Heath urged. “Need you.”

Zane grabbed Heath’s thighs and pulled them to his chest, setting a brutal pace. 

Heath was usually pretty vocal during sex, but he was so overwhelmed with the feeling of having Zane home and inside him that he could barely breathe, let alone make any noise.

“You feel so good, like you were made for me,” Zane babbled, and if Heath could have formed words he still couldn’t have even made fun of him for the cheesiness, because he felt the exact same way.

It didn’t last long, but they had both expected that. They had cleared their schedules for the next two days and planned on doing nothing but fucking and eating.

For the first time, they came at exactly the same moment. And when they could think again, they didn’t think at all, but stayed pressed together, Heath’s head on Zane’s chest.

“You’re never going on tour again,” Heath finally said. “I am never, ever doing this again.”

“Agreed,” Zane replied, running his fingers up and down Heath’s arm. “Never again.”

“Good.” 

After a few minutes Zane slid out from under Heath and off the bed.

“Where are you going?” Heath asked. He sounded pathetic but he definitely wasn’t done cuddling yet.

“Just getting your coming home present out of my bag,” Zane answered.

“Now? Can’t it wait until morning?” But Zane was already out the room. Heath sighed and sat up. Zane was very particular about these things.

When Zane came back he crawled onto the bed and sat facing Heath. Something was in Zane’s fist and Heath wondered what Zane could have possibly gotten him that was that small.

“So, uh...going along with the never going on tour again thing,” Zane began. He looked nervous as hell, and Heath was totally confused.

“I pretty much decided the same thing after the first two weeks. Being with the guys was fun and everything, but more than anything I wanted to be home with you. And...and that made me decide something else, too.”

Zane swallowed roughly, like he was trying not to cry. Now Heath was even more confused.

“When we were in New Orleans, I went into this antique shop after our show...and I saw this, and I knew I had to get it for you.”

Zane opened his hand, and inside was a thick gold band. 

“I thought when I asked you to marry me, I’d have something way more extravagant for you. But all I have is this. And...and I hope you’ll take it.”

Zane was totally wrecked, and Heath was frozen in shock.

“Are...are you asking me to marry you?” Heath asked, making sure he had heard correctly. His heart was racing and he knew that this moment would be burned into his brain for the rest of his life.

“Yeah,” Zane answered shakily. “Will you?”

“Yes.” Heath didn’t even have to think about it. He’d never been so sure about anything in his life.

Heath leaned forward and kissed Zane softly. “And it’s a nice ring, Zane. It’s perfect.”

“It really is though,” Zane replied. He was still trying not to cry and failing miserably, but he was also beaming. “Before I put it on you, look at the engraving on the inside. Baby, I...I swear to God that was there when I bought it. It...it was like, fate.”

Heath took the ring out of Zane’s hand and turned it in his hand. He held it up to his face and squinted until the words on the inside of the band came into focus.

From Louise, With Love.

Heath couldn’t speak. He gave the ring back to Zane, and Zane slid it onto his ring finger. It was a little tight, but it was the most beautiful thing Heath had ever seen.

“I love you, Zane Hijazi,” Heath finally said. Fuck, now he was crying.

“Love you too, baby.”

[whimzea-blog]

Proposals five ways

1. While lounging

For the thousandth time that week, Heath was very happy they had decided to invest in a Love Sac.

They were in pajama pants and socks and comfy sweatshirts, with all varieties of snacks and beverages within reach. Heath was snuggled in between Zane’s legs, with Zane’s arms wrapped around him from behind.

Zane had picked out the movie, and Heath wrinkled his nose when the title screen came on, very romantic music playing in the background.

“Is this a cheesy Hallmark movie?” Heath asked. “I can feel your dick digging into me, so I know you didn’t turn into a woman. What gives?”

“I need a palate cleanser,” Zane answered. “Everything we’ve watched lately has been gory and violent and depressing. I’m seeing fake blood in my dreams. Give me this one, okay?”

“Fine, but if I feel like I want to vomit, we’re turning it off,” Heath warned. He estimated he’d probably last about ten minutes.

He was very wrong.

By the middle of the film, Heath was yelling at the protagonist and throwing popcorn at the screen. “Melanie, why are you crying over him, you dumb bitch?! He’s a piece of shit and you deserve so much better!”

"She still loves him,” Zane said, taking hold of Heath’s wrist before he threw more popcorn. 

“Well, she’s an idiot. Mark clearly loves her way more and she better get her head out of her ass before I go in there.”

“Where? Into the TV?” Zane asked, trying not to laugh.

“Shut up, dickhead,” Heath said, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. 

Heath went on a roller coaster of emotions, and his anger quickly went to sadness as Melanie fell into a deep depression, but then happiness again as there was a passage of time and she and Mark reconnected.

“She finally gonna get that dick,” Heath commented towards the end of the film, and sure enough, a few scenes later Melanie and Mark were in bed together.

The film ended with a proposal, and Heath was too emotionally exhausted at that point to be that excited for them. 

“So, you didn’t vomit,” Zane pointed out.

“Hallmark movies have improved significantly,” Heath said, taking a sip of beer. “And Melanie was a snack. And Mark was too. They were a snack pack.”

“Okay, now I’m gonna vomit,” Zane said, and Heath elbowed him. 

“That proposal though,” Heath began, shaking his head.

“What about it?”

“It made sense for them, but there were too many people around. It felt like a production. I don’t like proposals like that.”

Zane hummed thoughtfully. “What kind of proposals do you like?”

“I don’t know. I’m not a girl, I don’t think about these things that much. But I know I wouldn’t want it to be in public. Simple is better.”

Zane dug into the pocket of his pajama pants, and when he wrapped his arms around Heath again, there was a ring in his open palm.

“Like this?” Zane murmured into Heath’s ear. “Will you marry me?”

Heath was frozen in shock for several seconds. “Is this a joke?”

“No. It’s real.” Zane pressed a kiss onto Heath’s temple.

“Who the fuck carries around a ring to just pull out during a conversation?” Heath asked skeptically, although he could feel his eyes start to water.

“I chose this movie on purpose, asshat,” Zane replied, rolling his eyes. “Are you gonna marry me or not?”

“I said I wanted a simple proposal, not a mean one,” Heath said, his voice wavering. He managed to get up out of Zane’s lap and stood up on shaky legs. “Ask me again. Nicely.”

Zane pushed himself off the Love Sac and got on one knee in front of Heath. He took Heath’s right hand and held up the ring with his other. “Heath, will you marry me?”

“Duh,” Heath replied with a teary smile, wiggling his left ring finger. Zane laughed joyfully and slid on the ring, and Heath tackled him back on to the Love Sac, peppering his entire face with kisses. 

“We better not watch any more Hallmark movies. Next time I might tell you I’m pregnant,” Heath said, keeping his face very serious.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Zane replied, his eyes twinkling. “You’d be a great mother.”

“Damn right I would.” Heath nodded vigorously, and then they both cracked up. They spent the rest of the night in very simple- and engaged- bliss.

[whimzea-blog]

Proposals five ways

3. In a foreign country

"God, I love having rich friends,” Heath sighed, more to himself than to Zane. He took a sip of the wine in his hand, dark red and rich, and he almost moaned. “I really, really do.”

David had bought the villa in Mykonos a couple of years ago, using it as both a vacation home and another source of income. For non-friends, nights at the villa- which housed a full-time housekeeper/chef- went for over $2,000. Zane and Heath, of course, stayed for free.

Zane had surprised Heath with the trip to Greece three days ago, barging into the bedroom and telling Heath to pack his bags right away. They could do these things in their line of business, and change of scenery would probably even be good for their views.

Getting to Mykonos wasn’t easy, and when they finally arrived they were exhausted. Fortunately, their chef Alessa had greeted them with plates of bread and cheese and olives and then shooed them off to shower and bed. They had spent the next two days in awe of their surroundings- the sparkling white villa with modern furnishings and appliances, the infinity pool which seemed to spill right into the Aegean. Their bedroom had a balcony with big French doors, and Alessa delivered breakfast and coffee to them every morning while they sat in plush white chairs with a view of the sea.

After a truly succulent lamb dinner and a dip in the pool, Zane and Heath were back on the balcony. A cool breeze was blowing, making the early summer night just the perfect temperature. The air was a little salty and smelled a lot like the jasmine flowers Alessa had painstakingly planted anywhere she could fit them.

Zane and Heath had spent all day exploring the island, and they were happy to finally be in their own space in their comfy clothes. Heath was leaning against the railing, the wine making him pleasantly loose. He was content. He was the happiest he had ever been. And it wasn’t just because of this. Everything had been going well for them, from their jobs to their friends to their families, and he felt so blessed he could burst.

He felt Zane wrap his arms around his waist and Heath leaned back, letting Zane press kisses onto his neck and rock them gently back and forth. “Are you having a good time?” Zane asked gently.

Heath set his wine glass on the railing and spun in Zane’s arms, wrapping his arms around his neck. “That’s a stupid question.”

Zane chuckled. “I guess you’re right.”

“I know it’s David’s villa, but I also know it took a lot of needling on your part to get us in. Thank you,” Heath said. He gave Zane a couple of pecks on the lips. “Everything is perfect. There’s no way things could get any better than this.”

“You wanna bet on that?” Zane asked. He looked especially handsome after a few days in the sun, drinking wine and eating good food. 

“Sure,” Heath said cheekily. “I’m always up for a good wager.”

“Alright,” Zane replied. Heath didn’t know if it was mischief or moonlight, but Zane’s eyes were bright with life. “If you’re right, and I can’t make this trip better, then you get to roast me on Twitter.”

“I do that anyway,” Heath pointed out with a grin.

“Okay, Twitter and Insta. And for five minutes in your next vlog.”

“Deal,” Heath said. He raised an eyebrow. “And if you win?”

Zane pressed his lips against Heath’s ear. “You have to stay with me forever.”

“Well, that escalated quickly,” Heath laughed. “But I accept. Do your best.”

“Close your eyes,” Zane whispered, and Heath rolled his eyes at Zane’s dramatics but he did what he was told.

He felt Zane pull away. He wondered if Zane was just going to leave him on the balcony with his eyes closed like an idiot. But he heard Zane clear his throat, and soon after, “Open your eyes.”

Heath opened his eyes, expecting some sort of lame joke that would definitely make Zane lose the bet.

But instead, Zane was on one knee in front of him, a ring in his hand.

“I’m sorry I waited so long. You should have gotten this years ago,” Zane said earnestly, looking up at Heath with nothing but pure affection. “Marry me?”

It was unbelievable that the same man who’d asked him to make six second videos on this “cool new app” over a decade ago was the man in front of him now. They’d grown up so much. They’d found their paths, and each other. And just when Heath thought things couldn’t get any better...

...they did.

“Of course I will.” Heath held out his shaking hand, and Zane slid the ring on his finger. Zane stood up so fast his head spun, and he crushed his lips against Heath’s, holding him so tight that there was no way Heath could ever leave.

When they finally parted, Heath wiped his eyes and looked at Zane ruefully. “I think you won the bet.”

“You have to stay with me forever.”

Heath buried his face in Zane’s neck. “I’d love to.”

“Alessa, get the champagne!” Zane called out joyfully. “He said yes!”

“Coming, Mr. Zane!” Heath heard her call back from downstairs.

They celebrated with their tiny Greek chef on the balcony until the wee hours of the morning, Facetiming parents and friends and blowing up social media with their news. But Heath’s favorite post was the one on Zane’s Snapchat- a picture of Heath’s left hand with the words “Zeath confirmed” written across it.

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Proposals five ways

2. During a crisis

Somewhere on a back road in Oregon, the car sputtered to a stop.

It was pouring rain, the kind of summer rain that caused floods and ruined barbecues and made the ground wet and soggy for an entire week.

Thunder boomed and lightning struck, and Zane turned the key in the ignition over and over again, getting increasingly more panicked.

“Start, you piece of shit!” Zane yelled, pounding on the steering wheel.

“Baby, I think it’s dead,” Heath said, squeezing Zane’s thigh. 

Zane pulled his phone out of his pocket. No service. 

“Do you have service?” Zane asked hopefully, but Heath shook his head.

“What the fuck are we gonna do? It’s midnight, we have no service, the car is dead, we have no fucking idea where we are, and on top of everything it’s FUCKING RAINING!” Zane slammed the steering wheel again and grit his teeth. “Goddammit!”

“It’s okay,” Heath said soothingly. “At least it isn’t cold out. We have food and water in the back. We’ll just have to wait until morning. Hopefully the rain will be gone by then and we can try to find some place to get help. Or maybe someone will drive by.”

“No! No! No! We have to get to the hotel tonight!” Zane unbuckled his seatbelt and scrambled for the door handle in the dark.

“Zane! You can’t go out there!” Heath grabbed hold of Zane’s wrist. “I know you don’t care about the rain, but we’re in the wilderness and there’s plenty of shit out there that would love to, you know, eat you. Not to mention the lightning.”

“I don’t care,” Zane growled, tearing his wrist out of Heath’s grasp. “I’m going to go get help.”

“Zane-”

Zane opened the door and rain blew in, soaking Zane immediately. He squinted and hopped down onto the ground, his sneakers sinking into inches of mud. He was wet to the bone within seconds, his jeans and t-shirt clinging to him. He couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything but wind whooshing though tree leaves and rain pounding the ground. 

He found his way to the back and pulled out a flashlight from behind the seat, glad his dad had forced him to to stick an emergency kit in his vehicle. It blinked on, and it was weak, but it would do.

He started walking from the direction they had come. He couldn’t remember how far away the nearest town was, but he didn’t care. He’d walk for hours. Miles. Everything had to be perfect and there was no fucking way he was going to let it go down the drain now.

He was twenty feet down the road when he felt a hand on his arm. Heath was clinging to his shirt, just as drenched and muddy as he was. 

“Go back to the car!” Zane tried to shake Heath off, but Heath wouldn’t budge.

“Why are you doing this?” Heath cried. Zane could barely hear him, but the anguish on his face spoke more than his words. “This is insane! You’re going to get hurt!”

Zane knew he was right, but his gut twisted and his heart actually hurt. This was supposed to be their perfect weekend. He’d had it planned for months. Fishing, hiking, swimming, drinking copious amounts of beer. Their friends were all meeting them at the lodge in a few days, too.

For the first time in a long time, he felt like he could actually cry.

Heath started to tug him towards the direction of the car, and Zane let him. 

The managed to dry off a little bit and change into different clothes, but everything was still very damp. Heath offered Zane a sandwich, but Zane shook his head, leaning back in his seat and staring dejectedly into the black night outside.

“Shit happens,” Heath said. He took hold of Zane’s hand. “I know you like all of your plans to go exactly as you’d pictured them, but life isn’t like that. And it could be much worse. It could be one of us out here, alone.”

“I just wanted it to be perfect.” Zane sighed and closed his eyes.

“We can still have a perfect weekend. It hasn’t even started yet,” Heath reminded him. 

That wasn’t really true. It was supposed to start very soon, at dawn, when he and Heath walked the most scenic goddamn trail on the planet and he asked Heath to marry him by a dumb waterfall as the sun was rising.

They’d never make it in time for that, now. He could wait until the next day, but then it wouldn’t be 7-24, the date he’d chosen specifically because it included both of their favorite numbers.

Heath turned on the flashlight again and put it in between them so they could see each other’s faces.

“We’ll have fun no matter what. Wherever Zane and Heath go, there’s always a good time.” Heath smiled at Zane, and Zane felt so much love in that moment that he could barely breathe. It didn’t make all of the anxiety and disappointment melt away, but it brought the most important things into focus. They were together. And he still had the ring. 

Zane took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, okay. I guess you’re right.”

His heart was pounding. He let go of Heath’s hand and found his backpack in the dark, unzipping the front pocket. He kept the ring clutched in his right hand and took Heath’s hand back with his other.

“I’ve been planning this for so long, and this was supposed to go way differently, but...you’ve been trying to make this shitty situation better for me, and...and I want to do the same thing for you. At least I hope.”

Thunder clapped so loud that they both jumped, and Zane didn’t know whether it was a sign from the gods to keep going or to stop. He decided to press onwards. Heath was looking at him with wide eyes.

“I love you more than anything in the entire world. Will you marry me?” Zane opened his palm so Heath could see the ring. Heath stared at it, the weak glow of the flashlight making it seem like it was made of stardust.

“Yes,” Heath finally said, his voice full of emotion. Zane’s body nearly burst with joy. Everything was better now. Everything was perfect.

He slipped the ring on Heath’s finger and Heath lunged forward, pressing his lips to Zane’s and tangling his fingers in Zane’s damp hair.

It was one in the morning, the car was dead, they were in the middle of nowhere, and it was pouring rain- but they were still together. And they always would be.

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Proposals five ways

5. With Chinese food

Guys this is one of my favorite commercials of all time lmao and I used it as inspiration because it is Zane and Heath AF

"All you’re gonna have is soup?” Zane asked. He gave the waitress their menus and then looked back across the table at Heath like he was a total stranger. “Do I know you?”

Heath tried to smile, but he was so nervous that it ended up looking more like a grimace. “I’m just not in the mood for a big meal, is all.”

“Alright, if you say so.” Zane reached across the table and took Heath’s hands in his, bringing them up to his lips and pressing a kiss onto both sets of knuckles. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” It had only been a couple of weeks, but it had felt like years. 

It didn’t help that Heath had been thinking about this exact dinner the entire time Zane had been away.

They chatted until their food came, and then Zane tucked in, making love to a bowl of wonton soup and then a huge plate of Singapore noodles. Heath watched in mild disgust, but he also loved this guy so much- this handsome guy with his scraggly beard and terrible hair and goofy smile- that he didn’t care about anything else. Only that he was there, and Heath was there, and they were together.

Heath ate his soup slowly, the butterflies getting more wild in his stomach as the minutes ticked by. He was about to do by far the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life, but it could also be the best thing.

Heath had waited for years, watching Christmases and birthdays and romantic weekend trips pass by with no proposal. He knew that Zane loved him, and that he had no plans to leave in this lifetime. He also knew that he didn’t have anything against marriage- between men or otherwise- but from the few times they’d talked about it, Heath had learned that Zane was just stuck in the idea that only men and women could get married to each other. 

Heath hoped that tonight would change all of that.

Heath had stopped by the restaurant earlier in the day. He’d given the cookie to their favorite waitress, Annie, the one who knew them by name because they came there so often. She beamed at him as he told her the plan, her eyes lit up with excitement.

“No problem. You can count on me.” Annie winked at him and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Are you feeling okay?” Zane asked Heath when Annie cleared their plates. Heath had only eaten half of his soup.

“Yeah, fine.” 

Zane raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Annie came back a few moments later with a plate with a single, unwrapped fortune cookie on it. She gave Heath a thumbs up from behind Zane, and Heath nodded slightly, trying not to puke.

“Fortune cookie,” Zane said, as excited as a little kid. He broke apart the cookie and looked across at Heath. “Where’s yours?”

“I...I don’t need a cookie,” Heath replied. His hands were sweating, and he wiped them against his jeans. 

Zane shrugged and pulled the fortune out of his cookie. “Alright, let’s see what we’ve got here.”

Zane’s eyes widened when he read the message out loud. “Zane, I need to ask you something.”

“Baby, this has my name on it,” Zane said incredulously.

“Yes,” Heath replied. He swallowed, Zane’s ring burning a hole in the pocket of his jeans.

“This is really weird. Like, a scary movie or something.” Zane babbled on and on, definitely not picking up what Heath was putting down, and Heath wondered for a split second why he wanted to marry this moron.

Because he loved the moron. For some reason.

Heath took a deep breath and slid out of the booth, getting on one knee in front of Zane.

Zane cut himself off and started another line of questioning when he saw Heath in front of him. “What are you doing? Did I drop-”

“Zane, shut up.” Heath pulled the ring out of his pocket and held it up so Zane could see. “That fortune cookie was from me. I gave it to Annie earlier today. And I’m the one who needs to ask you something.”

Zane’s mouth was hanging open. Heath took another deep breath and looked into Zane’s eyes. “Zane Ahmed HIjazi, will you marry me?”

All of the tables in their immediate vicinity were looking at them now, and Heath could see Annie a few yards away out of the corner of his eye, holding her fists up to her mouth in anticipation.

“Is...is this real?” Zane asked in awe, his eyes glued to the ring in Heath’s hand.

“Of course it’s real, dumbass.” Heath gave him a watery smile. “Marry me?”

Zane looked from Heath’s eyes shining with tears to the ring sparkling in his hand. Before Heath knew it, Zane’s arms were pulling him up and wrapping around him, squeezing him so tight he could barely breathe.

“I...I guess that’s a yes?” Heath choked out, pulling back to look at Zane’s face.

“Of course, dumbass.”

Heath felt lighter than air, and he kissed Zane fiercely, to the cheers and whoops of their fellow diners and Annie, who was sobbing into her apron.

Heath slid the ring onto Zane’s finger, and Zane held him until Annie brought out a bottle of champagne from the kitchen, the pop of the cork the most beautiful sound Heath had ever heard.

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part 1 (ends sort of abruptly but im exhausted lol) will finish tmrow

"Where the fuck are we, Elijah?” Zane asked, looking around uneasily. He knew they were still in West Hollywood, but after a bunch of turns and cut-throughs, they’d ended up in a dark, sketchy alley, the only light coming from a blinking neon sign above a large metal door.

“You’ll see,” Elijah replied, winking. He rapped on the door three times.

Zane pulled Heath closer and Heath gave Zane a sloppy grin. “I am very drunk,” Heath declared, wrapping his arms around Zane’s neck. 

Zane sighed. Great. They were in an alley, probably about to be murdered by evil gay clowns, and Heath was singing at the top of his lungs and swaying from side to side. 

“Elijah, maybe we better call it a night. Heath is...” Before Zane could finish his sentence, the metal door swung open.

A very tall, very hairy, and very mean-looking man appeared in the threshold, his arms crossed. Zane looked up at him with wide eyes, and even Heath stopped singing, hiccuping once and pressing closer into Zane’s side.

The man was in black leather from head to toe. His boots looked like they could crush a skull with one stomp, and his pants were straining to cover his tree trunk thighs and massive dick, from the looks of it. His bulky torso was covered with only a harness, revealing a chest and arms covered with tattoos. 

"Haven’t seen you here in awhile,” the man said gruffly, looking Elijah up and down with a critical eye.

“Been busy,” Elijah shrugged. “But you know I always come back to you, Henry.”

Henry remained expressionless. He nodded towards Zane and Heath. “Who’re they?”

“Friends,” Elijah answered simply. “And new queers, as it were. This is their first time in West Hollywood. We hit up all the usual spots, but we had to finish off the night here.”

Henry glanced at Zane and Heath, and Zane suddenly felt self-conscious in his plain black pants and t-shirt, like he was a nerd trying to sit at the cool kids’ table. At least Heath had left his fucking fanny pack at home this time.

Henry held out his hand, and Elijah stuffed a wad of cash into it. Henry stepped aside, and Elijah gestured to Zane and Heath before striding through the door.

Zane grabbed Heath’s hand and led him into the building, jumping when the metal door closed with a thud behind them.

The hallway was dark, but there was hazy red light and music coming from not too far away. They followed Elijah towards the light and as they approached, Zane’s jaw dropped.

Before them was a huge room littered with tables and couches, as well as a bar, and a large stage. The music was loud and the air was thick with alcohol and sweat, but that wasn’t that unusual for a club.

What was unusual- at least to milquetoast Zane and Heath- was that there were only men in the club. And not the type of men you would see every day on the street, either.

Dozens of large men of every color and creed, dressed similarly to Henry in black leather clothing (although the amount of clothing varied greatly) milled around, chatting, laughing, and drinking. 

“Welcome to your first leather bar,” Elijah said with a grin, gesturing towards the room. “You’re lucky, boys. This is a pretty exclusive place. Especially on D/S night.”

“D/S?” Zane asked warily. As soon it left his mouth, a massive black man walked by, leading a much smaller- but no less chiseled- black man along by a gold leash. On a couch not too far away, he saw a white guy sitting with a younger boy kneeling in front of him on the floor, his head resting on his leg.

“Dom/sub,” Elijah clarified, trying not to laugh. “Or, dominant and submissive. Master and slave. That sort of thing.”

Zane couldn’t fathom what that sort of “thing” was, but he nodded anyway to avoid looking like a total dumbass. Heath had lost any apprehension he might have had before and was looking around with interest, totally unperturbed by the sea of leather and leashes. He tugged on Zane’s hand. “I want another drink.”

“Maybe in a bit,” Zane said cautiously, and Heath pouted.

“Elijah!” a voice called from their right and they all turned. Zane’s jaw dropped again.

The last time he had seen these kids, they were trying to scare each other with a harmless haunted house and jumping on their trampoline. Now, they were in thigh-high boots, garters, and latex underwear, the rest of their flawless, muscular bodies bare of anything except a sprinkling of gold glitter.

“There are my favorite twins,” Elijah cooed, and both boys gave him a peck on the lips. “I’m stunned your mistress let you out tonight.”

“She’s on a business trip,” Grayson answered. “But she said we could come see our friends if we had a chaperone.”

“So Kyle brought us,” Ethan added, nodding to perhaps the tallest man in the room, who was sitting at the end of the bar looking very uncomfortable. Zane recognized the man as the twins’ bodyguard, and he internally winced. Awkward.

“And have you been good boys tonight?” Elijah asked, crossing his arms and looking at them expectantly, like he was a third-grade teacher.

“We’re always good,” they said in unison.

Zane could feel Heath trying to slip out of his grasp, and Zane gripped his wrist tighter, pulling him back to his side.

“Stay with me,” Zane ordered, and although it came out much harsher than he intended, he was glad for it. Only a firm, sharp command could cut through Heath’s drunkenness to make him actually follow directions. Zane had learned that the hard way. “I don’t want you by yourself. You’re too drunk.”

The twins and Elijah turned towards them at the sound of Zane’s voice. “These are my friends, Zane and Heath,” Elijah said to the twins. He raised an eyebrow. “I thought this was all new to them, but maybe I was wrong.”

“It definitely is new to us,” Zane assured them. He nodded to Ethan and Grayson. “We met during your Halloween video a few years ago. Nice to see you again.”

The boys nodded but didn’t answer, looking down at the ground.

“Was it something I said?” Zane asked Elijah. Heath squirmed again, but this time Zane was able to stop him with a glare.

“In this context, their mistress does not allow them to speak to other doms,” Elijah explained. “Only other subs, like them.”

“But I’m not a dom,” Zane replied quickly. “I’m nothing.”

“Zane, let me go. I have to piss,” Heath whined. Zane sighed and released Heath from his grip. 

“We’ll take him,” Grayson said to Elijah, careful to keep his eyes averted from Zane. “Why don’t you show Mr. Zane the club?”

“A great idea,” Elijah agreed. Ethan held out his hand to Heath, and Heath took it cheerfully, like he’d just made a new best friend. Heath was a very jolly drunk.

Zane watched the twins lead Heath away towards the back of the club. He wasn’t afraid for Heath’s safety with the twins watching him, but he was a little afraid that Heath would leave him after being sandwiched between two Adonises for several minutes.

Zane followed Elijah towards the bar, and Elijah was stopped a couple of times by people that he knew. 

“You said the twins could only talk to other subs,” Zane said, once they were seated at the bar. “Does that mean you’re a sub?”

“Nope,” Elijah said. He nodded to the bartender, and soon two beers were placed in front of them. “I’m not a dom or a sub. But I am part of the fetish community, and I know their mistress very well. I’m a family friend, if you will.”

Zane took a sip of his beer. “Why do they come here, anyway? If their mistress is a woman, they must be straight, right? I only see dudes here.”

“Because they have sub friends who are queer?” Elijah answered, looking at him like he was an idiot. 

“Oh.” Zane’s cheeks reddened. He was really out of his element. “But...why did they think I was a dom? Just because I told Heath to stay with me?”

“You have the voice down,” Elijah explained, chuckling. “ But that’s minor. You carry yourself like a dom would. You have pretty wicked protective streak in you, too. A good dom isn’t an asshole who just spanks people and ties people up. A good dom uses their power to make sure their sub’s needs are safely satisfied. And since you’re obsessed with making Heath happy, well...it fits.”

“I’m not obsessed,” Zane mumbled, but he knew Elijah was right. He was pretty crazy about Heath and basically waited on him hand and foot.

“But if the dom is the one trying to make the sub happy, then...isn’t the sub really the dom?”

Elijah grinned. “You learn very quickly, Zane. It’s all about balance. Someone is giving orders and someone is following them, but really the power goes back and forth."

“Everyone says that Heath has me totally whipped. I don’t think there’s any way I’m the dom in this scenario.”

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yeah so here’s some stuff

Zane moved the bottle to the side and leaned forward so he could reach Heath’s lips, settling in between his legs. Heath wrapped his arms around Zane’s back. He thought about how amazing it was that after all this time, it still felt so good to have Zane on top of him, to have his beard scratch him as he pressed kisses on his neck.

Heath didn’t know how long they spent just making out like they were teenagers. It wasn’t until much later, when they were dripping hard and Heath had a serious case of beard burn on his throat, that he realized that Zane hadn’t used the syrup yet.

“Are you gonna have some chocolate?” Heath asked breathlessly when they’d parted for air. He patted Zane’s butt. “You’ve been very good and you deserve it.”

“Oh...I guess I forgot about it,” Zane mumbled. “You taste so good already.”

Zane sat back on his heels and picked up the bottle of syrup. He didn’t seem that excited about it anymore.”Can I eat it off your ass?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not good to have food near your asshole.” That was a sentence Heath never thought he’d say.

“How do you know?”

Heath rolled his eyes. “I looked it up, because I knew you would ask.”

“Oh.” Zane tossed the bottle to the other side of the bed. “I’m good, then.”

Heath shrugged. “Okay. It’s your birthday.”

Zane hopped off the bed and leaned against their bedroom wall, gesturing to his cock. “Birthday blowjob?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Heath replied, grinning. Zane’s new preference for getting head while he was standing up was going to kill Heath’s knees, but he’d keep his complains to himself on the guy’s birthday.

Heath knelt in front of Zane and gave his cock a few rough strokes. It was thick and red and wet and Heath licked his lips. He ran his hands up Zane’s thighs and looked up at Zane through his eyelashes, keeping eye contact as he took the head in his mouth.

“Fuck,” Zane groaned. He tangled his fingers in Heath’s hair. “Yeah, look at me, baby.”

Heath’s eyes never left Zane’s as he slid his lips all the way down to the base of Zane’s shaft, pressing his tongue against the underside on the way back up, spending a long time sucking on the tip and giving Zane that nice, hot friction. 

“So fucking hot,” Zane breathed, and Heath began to blow him in earnest, his head bobbing up and down on his dick. Zane tasted so good and he’d started to thrust shallowly into Heath’s mouth, his cock going down Heath’s throat and his fingers pulling on Heath’s hair so hard that it hurt- but in the best possible way.

Heath palmed Zane’s balls, could feel them getting tight and hot in his hand. He wanted Zane to come, wanted to swallow him all down. But Zane growled and pulled Heath’s head off his dick, a long string of spit stretching from the tip of Zane’s cock to Heath’s bottom lip.

“What do you want, Daddy?” Heath asked softly, and he knew he looked like a perfect little slut right now, looking up at Zane with his wide eyes and red, swollen lips. 

"Hands and knees, on the bed,” Zane ordered gruffly. Heath climbed onto the edge of the bed and presented his ass for Zane’s viewing pleasure, his head dropping between his shoulders. 

Zane spread Heath apart and drizzled lube onto Heath’s ass, and Heath felt himself get even harder and hotter. He hoped Zane would get straight to the main event.

Zane lubed up his dick and slid the head tantalizingly over Heath’s hole again and again without actually penetrating him. Heath gripped the sheets tight, wanting to touch himself so badly but knowing that Zane would yell at him if he did.

When Zane finally slid inside him little by little, a moan was punched from deep in Heath’s gut. It hurt more than usual since he hadn’t been prepped with any fingers, but sometimes it felt good  to just be fucked raw.

Zeath had his hands on Heath’s hips, going slow and shallow until everything was slick and stretched and Heath was whining.

Zane picked up the pace, but he kept his strokes deep and steady rather than super fast. Heath could almost feel Zane’s cock in his throat, he was filling up every single inch of him. 

He almost cried when Zane pulled out, but Zane flipped him over so he was on his back, grabbing hold of his thighs and sliding into him again. Heath took a chance and got a hand on his dick, and he threw another arm over his eyes, because if he watched Zane slam into him, all sweaty and hopped up on testosterone, he’d come right away.

But Zane obviously either didn’t know that, or didn’t care.

“Look at me,” Zane said, his voice frighteningly deep. “Now.”

Heath had no choice but to comply. He held Zane’s gaze as long as he could, before his eyes trailed down his muscular chest, flushed with exertion, down to where he could see Zane sliding in and out of him.

Zane had this annoying habit of backing off right when he knew Heath was getting ready to come, keeping him on the edge of orgasm for tortuously long periods. It was no different tonight, and Heath had almost bit right through his bottom lip, he was so insane with pleasure.

“Zane, please,” he begged.

“Okay, baby, I got you.” Zane changed the angle of his thrusts slightly and it was like magic. Heath was finished in seconds, coating his stomach with come.

Heath was like a rag doll now, and Zane flipped him over again, pulling him up on his knees so he was spread wide. Zane stripped his dick until he was spilling right onto Heath’s hole, and he groaned as he watched his come drip down from the red, wet entrance down to Heath’s balls.

“Happy birthday to me,” Zane sighed, giving Heath a hard smack on the ass.

“Hap brdayyy,” Heath mumbled, his mind still cloudy and his body buzzing with post-orgasmic heat.

Zane laughed. “Thanks, baby.”

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zeath- hiding from everyone else 2

“C’mon, I can’t drink in Vegas?” Zane complained, flopping down on the bed in their hotel room. “There’s literally nothing else to do here.”

“You can have two drinks, and that’s it,” Heath said firmly. “I do not want a repeat of the bar a month ago. And I don’t think you do, either.”

Heath gave Zane a meaningful look just between the two of them- a “you’re going to out us if you get fucked up again you stupid twat” sort of look. 

After the night at the bar, when Zane had finished puking and his head had stopped pounding, Heath had told Zane the stuff he’d done and said. 

Strangely, Zane hadn’t been that disturbed. “I was just having a good time,” he shrugged. “Who cares.”

“I care!” Heath had said, frustrated. “Do you want everyone to know about us?”

Zane hadn’t answered. Heath couldn’t read his expression completely. It was almost...sad? Zane had slumped his shoulders and fallen back into bed for the rest of the day.

Now, Zane was similarly cowed, his eyes on the floor. “Fine.”

“I’ll make sure he behaves,” Matt said, patting Heath on the back. “You can count on me.”

Who Heath couldn’t count on was himself.

Zane, Matt, and some of the other guys had gone off to walk the strip, maybe see a show. Kian, JC, Dom, and Heath had opted for the casino, going back and forth between blackjack, roulette, and the slots. 

Heath was having a blast. He was actually doing pretty well, had more than broken even. The four of them cracked jokes the whole time and ogled the sexy women they saw, placing bets on which ones they thought were actually escorts. And the best part? The waitress came around with alcohol often. Free alcohol.

It was almost 1am before they decided to call it quits and go somewhere else and meet up with the other guys.

Heath was feeling great. On top of the world. Until he got off his chair at the blackjack table.

The world spun as he stood up and he stumbled into Dom, who held him steady.

“You alright there, bud?” Dom asked, trying not to laugh. 

Heath blinked and the world started to come into focus. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He followed the other guys out of the casino and outside. He knew he was drunk, but he wasn’t sure exactly how that had happened. Had he really had that much to drink?

He tried to recall what he’d ordered from the waitress, but the memories were fuzzy and it made his head hurt. That was answer enough.

As Heath got more fresh air he started to feel better, a very pleasant kind of drunk where he was loose and sociable rather than in pain. The guys all decided to meet up at a popular bar a few blocks from their hotel, which had plenty of comfy seating and a view of the rest of the patrons.

Heath’s group arrived first, and Heath ordered another drink. He didn’t feel that drunk anymore, so it was okay, right? Dom looked like he was about to say something when Heath took his first sip, but he shook his head and started looking at his phone. He did slide a glass of water in Heath’s direction, which Heath drank gratefully.

Heath had finished his drink by the time the other guys showed up, and he was deciding what to get next. He pushed on Dom’s shoulder. 

“Get out, I want another drink,” Heath said, his words running together a bit.

“I don’t know, dude. You sure that’s a good idea? You didn’t really eat as much as we did at dinner, and you drank a lot at the casino,” Dom reminded him, patting his arm. “Maybe you should stick to water.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Heath replied petulantly, pushing Dom more forcefully. 

Dom got out but held onto Heath firmly as he stood. “Look, the guys are gonna be here any second. Why don’t you wait a bit for them?”

As if on cue, Zane and the other guys approached the table, huge smiles on their faces.

“You guys should have seen what just happened,” Matt started, and Corey groaned. 

“Fuck off, mate. They don’t need to hear the story,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Actually, you do,” Matt said, and proceeded to tell the rest of the group Corey’s evening of woe. 

But Heath wasn’t listening to a word he said. He was staring at Zane.

Was that the shirt he had been wearing when they’d left each other earlier? He didn’t think so, but either way, Zane looked hot in it. 

“You should be proud of me,” Zane said to Heath once they’d all finished laughing at Corey’s expense. “I only had two drinks, just like you told me.”

Dom snorted. “Too bad Heath didn’t follow those instructions.”

“I’m fine,” Heath slurred, taking a step forward and tripping over his own feet, falling face first into Zane’s chest. Zane caught him, pulling him up and holding him by the shoulders.

“You smell really good,” Heath said, his eyes wide.

“Um, thanks Heath,” Zane replied, and he was torn between laughing and being pissed off that Heath was such a hypocrite.

“Did you change your shirt?” Heath asked. He shook Zane’s hands off so he could get closer. His eyes were trained on the first buttons of Zane’s shirt, which were undone to reveal part of his chest. 

“Oh, yeah, I spilled red wine on it earlier,” Zane answered, trying to put distance between himself and Heath. But Heath just followed him, looking up at him with a flirtatious grin. “It looks good on you.”

By this time the whole table was looking at them. Zane couldn’t believe this was happening, after all the shit Heath had given him about what had happened at the bar.

The truth was that Zane would have spilled the beans about their relationship months ago. He didn’t care who knew about them. He wanted to be with Heath and that’s all that mattered. But Heath was dead set on keeping it a secret, so he kept his mouth shut. 

And now Heath was looking at him like he was a steak.

“You’re just full of compliments tonight, aren’t you?” Zane joked weakly, putting a hand on Heath’s chest so he couldn’t come any closer. “I think you’ve partied enough for one day, Heath. Maybe I should take you back to the room.”

“Okay,” Heath nodded, and Zane was surprised at how fast he had agreed. He’d be able to get them out of there before Heath did something he regretted. 

Heath looked up at Zane wolfishly. “And what are you going to do to me once we get there, Daddy?”

Or not.

Zane heard Dom spit out his drink onto the table, and when he braved a glance to the left, the rest of the group was frozen in shock.

“It’s...it’s a line from a movie we watched the other day,” Zane tried, forcing out a small laugh. “Good one, Heath.”

Heath looked at him strangely. “What movie?”

“Oh, you know, that one with the...with the...” Zane looked at his watch. “Oh, wow! 1:45am! We better get back to the room and get some sleep before our flight tomorrow morning.”

Zane grabbed Heath’s wrist and turned to the group. “See you all in the morning! Have fun!”

He dragged Heath out of the bar and onto the sidewalk. Heath twisted his arm, trying to get free. “You’re hurting me.”

Zane let go and sighed. “Sorry." He wanted to scream at Heath for being a hypocrite, for wanting to hide what they had. But he couldn’t. Not now.

“It’s okay,” Heath said, smiling sweetly, and before Zane knew it Heath had thrown his arms around Zane’s neck and planted a big kiss on his lips.

When Heath pulled away he had the biggest shit-eating grin Zane had ever seen. 

And when Zane looked back towards the bar, he saw the whole group looking at them through the window. 

Fuck.

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Heath paints Zane's toenails. Also, thanks for the time you put into this.

“You’re so lucky I love you.” Heath wrinkled his nose in disgust and dropped Zane’s foot onto his lap.

“It’s not that bad,” Zane said, although he blushed a little. “I mean, at least it’s clean. And doesn’t smell.”

“Yes, that is a nice change,” Heath replied drily. “I still think you should go to the doctor. Maybe you have a fungus or something.”

“It’s just a genetic thing.” Zane wiggled his toes. “Now just fucking do it. I want to go out.”

“Can’t you go to the salon like last time? I’ve never done this before. It’s going to look like shit.” Heath looked at the bottle of polish in his hand like it was a beaker of acid. 

“Nothing can look worse than my toes do right now.”

Heath looked again at Zane’s yellow, bumpy toenails and grimaced. “Yeah, ok.”

Heath was thankful that Zane had at least thought to cut them beforehand so he didn’t have to. He opened the bottle of polish gingerly and tried to remember any time he had ever seen someone do this.

“Look, are you sure that painting them is going to make it better? I just don’t-”

Zane groaned. “Oh my God, Heath. Yes, I think that having them painted is much better than having yellow witch feet. I don’t want to wear socks all summer. It’s slip-on season, bitch.”

“Fine,” Heath huffed. He gripped the top of the brush and was about to make a tentative stroke before Zane yelped.

“What?!” Heath cried. 

“You need to put the base coat on first,” Zane instructed, pointing to a bottle of clear polish.

Heath rolled his eyes. “Jesus.”

Forty-five minutes later, Zane’s toes were dry and…definitely painted. Heath had tried to clean up his work with polish remover, but they still looked like a ten-year-old had done them.

“I’m still not sure electric blue was the best color choice,” Heath said. “It’s… pretty bold.”

“They’re great,” Zane replied, waving Heath off. He jumped up and slid on his sandals, sighing happily. “Perfect.”

Heath shook his head and went to the sink to wash his hands. When he’d gotten his phone and keys and headed to the front door to leave, Zane was looking at himself in the hall mirror.

“Hey, you think you can do my beard when we get back?” Zane asked. “It’s getting kind of scraggly.”

“I’m not your groomer, Zane.” Heath threw up his hands. “Sometimes I don’t know whether you’re my boyfriend or my dog.”

Zane grinned. “He protec, he attac…” He sidled up to Heath and pressed him against the door. He whispered in Heath’s ear. “…he gonna fuck you when we get back.”

Zane gave Heath a smoldering kiss. When they parted, Heath looked resigned.

“Fine, I’ll do your fucking beard.”

Zane laughed.