Best Friends Shouldn't Crave Your Moan
The locker room was dark, smelling of sweat, metal, and cheap soap.
Zach turned to him, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling. His eyes raked over Noah like he wanted to eat him raw and alive.
“Fuck, Noah…” he growled.
Before Noah could even respond, Zach grabbed his shirt and slammed him against the cold metal lockers with a loud clang. Then, Zach’s mouth crashed into his with a desperate, devouring kiss.
The kiss was hard and hungry, there was nothing gentle about it