“Do you…” John’s gaze fastened to Zach’s chest. “Do you ever want to do things differently?”
“Differently how? In life in general or in bed?” Zach’s hard-on dwindled a fraction.
“In bed.”
This was a trick question. If he said yes, he was on thin ice; if he said no, John wouldn’t say what he’d been thinking about. “Just spit it out, sweetheart.”
“No, I…” He shrugged.
“Nothing you say or ask for is going to change things for me.” He hoped it was true. “Is there something else you want?” Zach swallowed hard. “Something you don’t want?” They were good together; they were. John wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want to. Zach prayed it held true.
“No, it’s not like that.” John looked him in the eyes, his face a careful mask. Zach’s heart drummed hard.
“You’re scaring me a little, babe. Have
