As early as six in the morning on Saturday Zachary was sitting in his wheelchair next to the full-length window in the sunroom.

     The event of the day was Leroy coming over. Since the man had asked if he was allowed to come over on the phone on Friday even, Zachary was barely able to catch a wink of sleep. The past week of deep anxiety and crying over the state of their relationship, had molded into panicked pacing in his room and staring up at the ceiling deep in the night as he waited for the aforementioned Saturday to come around.

     The whole week had been hard on his body. Dehydration from crying and lack of sleep. Forgetting to eat and being constantly on the edge checking his phone even though the light hurt his eyes.

      He didn't feel well.

     In fact, that whole situation was something he'd probably need a week or two to recover from, but he didn't want to turn down Leroy coming over. The thought of seeing the man after he thought Sunday was probably their last day meeting made his chest tight and face warm. So, he watched from the sunroom, patiently waiting for the lean man with thick eyebrows and a head of shiny dark hair.

     "He's taking his time, isn't he?" Zachary said, turning over to one of the cats who had walked up to him and meowed. It was only maybe nine in the morning now, but Zach was impatient. He tapped his feet against the floorboards and occasionally looked back to the sitting room area to look at the clock right about the sofa. Time moved so fast, and he wondered why he'd never noticed that before.

     He wasn't sure what they were going to do besides talk. They hadn't planned for anything besides meeting up, but Zachary couldn't really care less. They'd figure something out.

     Leroy didn't text Zachary until a few minutes to eleven in the morning.

     MESSAGE FROM: LEROY.

     I'll be heading out in a bit. Had to talk to my mum and sort some things out for work.

     SATURDAY, 10:48 AM.

     Zach stared at the text, nibbling on his lower lip as he read it. He sent Leroy a thumbs-up emoji as he tried to figure out when exactly Leroy might get there. From how long it usually took Leroy to confirm he's gotten home after leaving his place, he would guess it was anywhere from a ten to twenty-minute walk, and if Leroy wasn't leaving right away, he would probably leave at eleven on the dot, so Zach started to expect him anywhere between eleven ten to eleven-thirty.

     Time continued to pass slowly, and at a point, Zachary was even counting the seconds, he was so focused on that, that he didn't hear the knock on the door, and the cat meowing from outside. It was only when his ears picked up Leroy's voice did, he look up and was met with the sight of the man on the porch squatting and petting a cat. His face flushed and he felt like there was something lodged up in his throat.

     He got up as quickly as he could, making his way to the door, and when it creaked open Leroy looked up at him. The two men both stayed quiet for a bit, with Zach staring down at Leroy and Leroy looking up at him. They both seemed to be taking in each other's looks, as if much could change in five days. They both looked exactly the same of course, but the intensity of the emotions they felt had them looking for little changes in appearances and demeanor.

     For example, it was the first time Zachary noticed how long Leroy's bottom lashes were.

     Fuck. The older man scolded himself, blinking and then opening his eyes again. "Do you want to come in?" he asked, and Leroy blinked as if he'd just realized they'd been staring at each other in silence for what seemed like minutes.

     "Yeah, of course," the younger man said, letting go of the protesting cat, before standing up. Zach had always been taller than him, but Leroy felt it more now that his eyes were in line with the man's lips. He swallowed the spit in the back of his mouth before making himself stare at the floor. It was plain and not as interesting as Zachary's face, but at least he wouldn't be tempted to make out with it.

     "Err. I don't know what we can do, I guess we didn't figure that part out," Zach said, laughing awkwardly as he stepped out of the way. Leroy walked into the house, still avoiding Zach's gaze as he made his way into the spacey bungalow.

     Leroy followed Zach to take a seat on the sofa and they both sat in silence for a while, not saying much to each other.

     "So..." Leroy trailed, breaking the silence. "I—I don't know where to start—"

     "You said you liked me," Zach said, cutting him off. "Are you gay? Or bisexual maybe?" He'd been wondering about this since Sunday. Trying to figure out if he had a chance or if this was something Leroy would run from when it all got too much.

     "I—I don't know," Leroy answered honestly. "I mean, I tried to date girls because I'm sure I like girls. I've not really had thoughts about men like that until you..." Leroy trailed.

     "Though, I think growing up people called me gay a lot because of my height, how I look like my sister, etc. So, I guess I never entertained the idea because I was too self-conscious about it," Leroy admitted, and Zach nodded.

     "I see," the older man said, and Leroy sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

     "I liked kissing you. I'd do it again and again, fuck," he said, closing his eyes briefly before letting out a sigh. "When I'm with you I overthink things because I want to touch you—I want to be with you that way, I think."

     "You think?"

     "You know what I mean..."

     The two stayed silent for a bit, and then Zachary scoffed.

     "Do you even know if you can kiss me again?" Zach asked. "I—I don't want to put hope into this if it's a one-off thing."

     "Of course, I can," Leroy said, and Zach turned to face him. His eyelids fluttered, staring at the man's lips. He could barely concentrate on what they were saying. All he wanted was to lean forward and steal a kiss—multiple kisses.

     "You can kiss me first then," Zach said in a low voice, letting his eyes turn up to meet Leroy's. "If you're okay with that..."

     Leroy seemed to think about it for a bit, but when he started to lean forward Zach did the same, feeling his heart pump blood in his ears as their lips touched. They stayed like that for a bit, and then Leroy opened his mouth, prompting Zach to do the same.

     They made out for a bit, savoring the feeling of each other's lips and warm tongues.

     Zach gasped when Leroy reached for his neck, pulling him closer. "I've been thinking about doing this since Sunday." the younger man whispered against Zachary's cheek.

     "Oh, fuck, you're so hot," Leroy sighed into the kiss, burying his fingers in Zachary's twists as he deepened the kiss, making the older man reach out to touch him too. Zachary wasn't sure what it was about Leroy talking through it, but it made his groin stiffen and the butterflies in his stomach flutter. Leroy might not even mean anything he was saying, but they gave Zach the confidence to participate, reaching over the younger man's shirt and letting his palm rest on the skin of his chest.

     Leroy's breathing jacked up as he moaned, breaking the kiss, to stare into Zachary's eyes. The older man felt a bit self-conscious about the attention, but he wouldn't lie and say he didn't like looking at Leroy this up close. His lips were plumper from kissing, and his face was red from the heat. His big doe brown eyes giving him a look over made Zachary's face flood with heat. Leroy's dark hair was a mess, sticking out and curling in corners it shouldn't, and Zach simply realizing that was his fault got him all worked up.

     Leroy was letting him touch and kiss him—letting him ruin his hair and bury his hands under his shirt. He'd been fantasizing about this for almost as long as they knew each other, and it was happening on the sofa where their thighs had first touched.

     Fuck.

     Figuratively and literally.

     Zach was starting to wonder if he wanted to fuck Leroy or let Leroy fuck him. Shit, he wasn't picky if they took turns, he wouldn't give a shit. It would be his first time, but his mind wasn't thinking about making things special or taking things slow, he just wanted to be fucked—or do the fucking—whatever.

     Leroy broke eye contact, and Zach followed the man's gaze. He blushed when he realized what was going on. Leroy seemed to be thinking about it with the way he was gazing at his waistline.

     "I don't think I can give you a blow job or anything now..." Leroy trailed before his eyes went wide. "It's not because I don't want to. It's more like I haven't done it before so I don't know if it'll be good—"

     "I've not had one before, I wouldn't be able to tell even if you're bad at it," Zachary said, cutting the younger man off. "But I understand what you're saying, I don't mind taking things slow if that's what you want. It's not like we planned to do any of this in the first place..." the older man said, sitting up a bit. Leroy seemed to think about it for a while before nodding.

     "Can I at least... see..." Zachary trailed after a while of them just sitting in silence. He hoped Leroy understood what he was talking about because there was no way he was going to say it outright without dying of embarrassment.

     Leroy's eyes seemed to cloud with temporary confusion before his eyes went wide and his face grew even redder.

     Zach found himself smiling when the realization hit the younger man like a ton of bricks. Fuck, he loved Leroy's expressive eyes. They were so cute and quite hilarious in a comedic situation.

     "I—sure," Leroy said as his eyes shifted to the non-existent space between them. "If you show me yours."

     Zach blinked, and soon he was blushing too. He thought about it for a bit and decided they were going to see each other fully naked at some point so it was better to get over the awkwardness now.

     "Okay," Zach said, unzipping his pants as Leroy watched. The whole scenario was awkward as hell, and he felt like he was in one of those high school dramas with the locker room scene where everyone measured their size.

     He tugged at the band of boxers, and he heard Leroy let out what seemed like a cross between a sigh and a gasp as his penis sprung out. He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing, but when he turned to look at Leroy the man seemed to be deep in thought as he stared.

     "That's hot."

     Zach raised a brow at Leroy's words, and then awkwardly chuckled.

     "I wasn't sure how I would feel about it... I definitely like kissing you, and your face is attractive to me, but I wasn't sure about this..." Leroy was mumbling now. He reached out, letting his index finger touch the head of Zach's penis, before letting his fingers graze the sides. Zach sucked in a breath, feeling himself harden even more.

     "It's so hot..." Leroy trailed, before blinking and looking into Zach's eyes. He took his fingers away, and started to unzip his own pants, Zach watched, not sure what to expect, but when it was in view his heart seemed to beat ten times faster. He understood the feeling Leroy was referring to now—fuck it was hot.

     Leroy's dark hair settled in a neat triangle above his privates. It curves upwards, with more thickness as it tapered downwards. Zach couldn't have imagined it if he tried.

     He reached out, touching it with his fingers as Leroy had done with his, and soon he was stroking him, gently and then a bit faster. The younger man started to moan, pushing against Zach's stomach until the older man had let go and was lying down. He did the same to him, touching his privates, and letting his fingers trace his happy trail and stomach.

     They stayed like that for a bit. Taking turns touching each other and experimenting, not edging too far to the point either of them came. When they both satisfied their curiosities, they cuddled on the couch, watching time pass as the day grew dimmer.

     "Can I stay over tonight?" Leroy muttered as they both stared into the living room, cuddling on the sofa.

     Zach smiled, "of course."