Arabian Nights Ch. 06 - Final

(Sorry for the extremely long wait, everyone. I hadn't intended on writing another chapter, so here's the real final one.)

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Zane looks oddly peaceful when he sleeps. He's so masculine during the day, but when he's dreaming, he looks so adorably boyish. I just want to squeeze his cheeks and kiss his face... but unfortunately for him, he has to wake up. We have a gym to hit.

Sitting at the edge of his bed, I grab his shoulder and shake him gently. "Zaaane," I murmur. "Wake up."

He groans and stirs awake slowly, blinking as he looks up at me through those attractive, half-lidded eyes of his. "Huh?"

"Wake up," I say, smirking. "You must have not set your alarm again."

"Oh shit," he mutters, rubbing his eyes with his fists before hoisting himself up on one elbow. "You're throwing me off my rhythm."

I blink. "Me?"

"Yeah." He smiles a little. "Ever since we started fucking my routine's been all outta whack."

I roll my eyes. "Don't blame me for you being forgetful," I say, pushing his forehead so he falls onto his back with a laugh.

"I'm not complaining," he says, scratching his exposed chest.

"Sounds like you are. Hurry up," I tell him. "I wanna get to the gym before it gets busy."

I start to stand up, but he stops me. "Mmm, wait... Today's Friday, right?" he asks, stretching his arms and yawning.

"Yeah?"

"Don't move," he says. He rolls over to the opposite side of his bed and opens the drawer to his nightstand. After reaching blindly in, he pulls out a small, wrapped parcel and then hands it to me. "For you."

I take it cautiously, confused. "For me?"

"Yeah," he says with a sleepy smile. "Happy one-month."

I blink before swearing under my breath. It's our one-month? "I'm an asshole."

Zane snorts. "Why?"

"I didn't even think of that!" Frankly, celebrating any sort of anniversary was never even remotely a thought in my head until this moment.

Zane just laughs at me. "Don't worry about it, bro. I don't care about that stuff."

I hold up the gift that so plainly says otherwise, giving him a skeptical look. "So what's this then?"

He just shrugs. "I just care about you," he says.

He says that so sweetly that I'm momentarily stunned, and I feel my face get hot. Still, I smile, looking down at the small package in my hand. I undo the wrapping to find a small box underneath the paper, and when I lift the lid, I gasp. "No way."

"That's the one you liked, right?" Zane asks.

"Yeah, I... I didn't even know you were paying attention," I say, amazed. Zane and I randomly passed a jewelry shop a week ago, and in the window was this thin gold necklace that I was immediately attracted to. I'm not a jewelry kind of guy, but I thought that its simple yet elegant design would fit my style perfectly. It was far too expensive for me to justify the purchase, though, so I guess Zane just... bought it for me. "Zane..."

"Try it on!" he says excitedly.

I set the box down and gently pull the necklace out of its case. I sit down on the edge of the bed and have him help me with the fastener in the back before I turn and show off my new bling. "How's it look?"

Zane smiles, satisfied. "Fits your vibe real well," he says, reaching out to give it a gentle tug. "You like it?"

"I love it," I say. "Zane, this is... this is really fucking sweet of you."

He laughs. "Well I've never had a long-term boyfriend I could buy stupid stuff for, so... prepare for that."

I smirk a bit, wondering what other gifts he's going to inevitably shower me with. Then, I sigh a little. "I feel like I should have gotten you something."

He just shakes his head. "Seriously, don't sweat it. I just wanted to get you something nice."

Smiling, I lean in and press my lips against his, letting my affections be known before the kiss breaks with a luscious smacking noise. "Thanks, babe," I say.

He beams at that pet name. It's something I shut down a few weeks ago because I thought it was a little weird to be referring to each other as "babe," but... I don't know. Right now, it seems like the perfect thing to call him -- and he's clearly very appreciative of it.

"Hey, so now that it's been a month," Zane starts to say, "I was thinking... Should we finally tell our families?"

I laugh a little. "Yeah, I've been thinking about that too," I say. "I think Baba's getting suspicious."

"You do?"

I nod. "He noticed we're a little more... touchy with each other lately." Last time Baba mentioned something, I think I pulled it off by saying I had had a bit to drink, but he did look at us curiously for the rest of the night. "And the longer we don't tell him, the more upset he'll be about not being included."

Zane smiles, knowing my father has a flair for the dramatic at times. "Maybe we can do something tomorrow. Take 'em out for lunch, maybe. Just Baba G and my mother, though."

"Won't your father feel left out?" I ask.

Zane just waves his hand. "Mama can make up some excuse. Telling him will be more... difficult. One thing at a time."

I can't blame him for thinking that. Seth has only recently started to somewhat get back to normal around his son. After Baba came out to Seth, Seth has been much more cautious and reserved, and though it's clear that he's trying, it's difficult to really tell what he's thinking, let alone anticipate his next move. It just requires patience, from all of us.

"Sounds good. I'll give Baba a call later," I say before giving Zane another kiss. "Thank you for the necklace."

He smiles at me before a light bulb seems to go off in his head. "Oh, wait. I also got another gift," he says.

"Seriously?"

"It's kinda for both of us," he says. "Check under the bed."

I furrow my brow before doing as he asks. Under his bed is a single bag, and I scoop it up and bring it to the bed before opening it. It looks like fabric of some sort is inside. Clothing, maybe? I reach inside and pull it out and almost laugh when I see what it is: a brand new jockstrap.

"That ass deserves to be on display," Zane says to me with a grin.

"I can't stand you," I murmur, checking out the jock. It's incredibly soft, and stylish. It has a sporty, classic look without being too flashy: black with a single, thin, white strip along the strap. It's a streamlined design, so he clearly had me in mind when he bought it. Leave it to Zane to know how to pick out the right article of clothing.

"Put it on," he says in a low voice, licking his lips.

"Right now?"

"Right now," he says with a nod.

I sigh but relent. After all, he bought me two gifts. The least I could do is show off for him a little. I push down my pajama pants and step out of my underwear before slipping on the jockstrap for him. I let the straps slap against my skin and then I lift my shirt a bit so that his view is not obstructed as I give him a spin. "What's the verdict?" I ask.

"Fuck," Zane whispers, eyeing me as I let him look from all angles. I laugh when I see him rubbing himself over his blanket. "What?" he asks.

"This turning you on?"

"Are you kidding?" he asks, smirking. "I don't want you wearing anything else from now on."

I snort before checking myself out in the mirror. "Huh," I say, pleased. "I look pretty good."

"You look fuckin' amazing, babe," he says.

Guess we're using "babe" more often now. I just smile, appreciating the way my bulge is accented and the way my ass is totally highlighted. Brings the attention to the right places. And, it's comfy as hell. "Why'd you say it's for both of us?" I ask. "Is your gift getting to ogle me like a pervert?"

He laughs. "No. I got one for myself," he says.

I spin around. "Well put it on!" I demand.

"It won't fit," he says. "I'm rock hard."

I laugh a little. "Well, make it go down so you can get dressed and we can go to the gym. We're running late."

But Zane doesn't make a move to get out of bed. "Help me," he says, reaching down to push the blanket down and expose his wood. He wags his dick at me playfully.

I roll my eyes, trying not to smile so fondly at him. "Will you get the fuck up if I do this?"

"Yes sir," he says cheekily.

"Fine," I murmur, climbing onto the bed and getting in between his thick, muscular thighs. I move his hand out of the way and take over. I briefly look up at Zane as he puts his hands behind his head and smiles smugly down at me before I focus on the task at hand: sucking my guy off. I peel back the skin gently and then lap at the underside of his head, right where it's extra sensitive for him. That gets him moaning softly. I'm even rewarded with a drop of his sweet precum, and I lap it up eagerly before wrapping my lips fully around the first couple inches of his manhood. Zane sighs out through his nose, relaxing as I bob my head up and down slowly, working him.

There's an art to sucking dick, I've noticed. Or maybe it'd be better defined as a sport. It just takes practice, practice, practice. Zane is the only cock I've tried, and now I feel like I've gotten a pretty decent handle on what he likes: lots of tongue, teasing around the head and under the skin, cupping his balls, and making it as sloppy as possible. The wetter, the better. Practicing really made me get my jaw in shape too. Hell, I'm pretty sure my face is more chiseled now that I've been blowing my best friend for a month. It's a fuckin' work out, especially with a guy who's as girthy as Zane is.

But the real trick was learning how to deep throat. I'm still not the best at it. For whatever reason, Zane has no gag reflex, so he can take my cock to the hilt with ease. I've fucked his throat pretty good before and he's barely flinched. I still struggle with it, but each time, I like to push myself. I slide down deeper on his cock, my saliva dripping down his shaft as I ease him into my throat. My eyes start to water a bit as he fills my neck, and I hold as long as I can before I have to pull off for air.

"Fuck, dude," I say, panting and wiping my lips with the back of my hand.

He just chuckles. "You're getting pretty good at that."

"Don't make fun," I murmur, stroking his cock up and down.

"I'm being serious," he says, and then he grins. "Plus it's kinda cute seeing you get frustrated."

I give him a death glare. "Do you want me to make you cum or not?"

"I'll shut up," Zane says quickly.

He lets me get back to work in peace, and I go back to giving him a slobbery blowjob. One hand keeps a firm grip on his balls while the other strokes him up and down in tempo with my head bobbing. I moan softly against him, slurping loudly as I move, letting his cock hit or lightly ease into my throat every time I sink down. I give him long strides, really making sure all of his cock is getting some form of attention.

"Fuck, Khalid," he murmurs, starting to squirm. "I'm close."

That just makes me work harder. I want his orgasm to be nice and intense, so I ramp up the speed, my slurping noises getting even louder as I milk his cock faster. Zane's hand finds its way to my head, his fingers getting locked in my hair as he gets closer and closer until finally, he starts to cum. His hips twitch upwards, trying to get deeper into my mouth as he fills it with his load. Fuck, his cum is so thick. It coats my tongue, making me drool even more as I collect it all in my mouth. Normally, I'd just drink it all down, but I have a different idea this time...

Once Zane finishes, I pull off of his cock slowly and let it fall to his abs with a heavy slap. Then, I crawl up his body. He smiles at me, thinking I'm just going in for a normal kiss -- and he moans when I push my tongue forward and start to feed him his load. He practically growls, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me ferociously. Our tongues do battle, swapping spit and cum back and forth, getting hot and messy with it. Often, his load will spill during a transfer and we'll lick it up from each other's chins, not wanting to waste a single drop.

I'm quite breathless when we're done kissing, but really satisfied -- and incredibly turned on. And Zane... He just looks at me like he's seeing me in a new light. "What?" I ask.

"That was fuckin' filthy," Zane says, grinning and looking pleased.

I'm probably blushing because my face gets warm. "As if you didn't like it."

"Oh, I fuckin' loved it," he says. "Just didn't know you had that in you."

"What, you think I'm vanilla or something?"

"Well..." he starts to say, and then trails off. I sit up straight and give him an offended look and he just laughs. "I mean, you're not exactly the most adventurous sexually," he says, casually scratching his chest.

"I can be adventurous," I say defensively, even though I know he has a point. Zane is probably way kinkier than me.

"Oh yeah? Since when?" he teases.

"Fuck off," I murmur.

He just laughs and pulls me back to him. "You know I like you the way you are. I don't need you to be super kinky or anything. But, that? What you did right there? That was a welcome surprise."

I try not to smile. "Yeah yeah," I mutter before looking at him. "What sort of stuff kinky shit do you like, anyway?"

Zane smirks. "You really wanna go there?"

"Yeah," I say, sitting back up again and stretching a little. "I mean, we've talked about sex plenty and shared a couple crazy stories, but never, like, a list of turn-ons. And I'm your boyfriend now," I remind him. "I should know."

He just stares at me before nodding. "Alright. Well... I've dabbled in a lot of things. I'm a pretty firm believer in trying everything once."

"Sounds dangerous," I mutter.

"It can be," he says, looking amused. "But there are some things I get really into. Love me some power play. And bondage, love bondage, but light.. Public sex is always fun. Breath play is hot. I've done some hot wax before and that was pretty erotic. Blindfolds, too. Leather can be pretty sexy. I can get into watersports in the right context. Oh, and I love being called 'daddy.'"

I stare at him for a moment before laughing. "I could get into some of that, I guess."

"You don't have to do anything you don't wanna do," he says, reaching over and patting my cheek affectionately. "I mean, there might be something you're really into that I'd hate."

I snort. "Yeah, I doubt that," I say, and Zane laughs before sliding off the bed and stretching. His cock has now gone fully soft, so he reaches into the bag and pulls on the second jockstrap -- a matching one. His bulges out much more than mine, and I find my mouth watering a little more. "Fuck."

"Look okay?" he asks as he tilts his ass towards me.

"I hate you," I mutter. Man, how does he look so perfect? He's the ideal male. It's so strange to feel both envious of and aroused by him.

He just laughs. "C'mon, sexy," he says, pulling me up to my feet and kissing my lips. "Let's hit the gym."

We both get dressed in similar get-ups: tight shirts, short shorts, sneakers with crew socks, and our jockstraps underneath. The only difference is that Zane's wearing a wife-beater, showing off his musculature a little more than I am. And of course, I'm showing off my new jewelry, courtesy of my boyfriend's kindness.

Because we ran late today, we're not the only early birds at the gym. Actually, it's surprisingly occupied, with four different people using the equipment: two girls, one guy, and a much older male doing cardio. Today's leg day, and we wanted to start with the leg press and curl machines like we usually do, but they're both being occupied. I frown a little at my routine being thrown off, but Zane just shrugs. "Let's just start with squats then."

We head over to the other side of the room to use a barbell. "You wanna go first?" I ask.

"Nah, you go," he says, but he starts adding weights to the bar.

"Um... You sure?" I ask, smirking.

"Just setting it up for you," he says with a smile. "I know your weight."

"Is this the 'anticipating my needs' part of the boyfriend package?" I ask.

Zane lets out a hearty laugh. "You bet your sweet ass it is," he says. Once he finishes securing the appropriate amount of weight, he gets behind me to spot me. "You're up," he says, giving my ass a quick slap. I swat his hand away before readying myself for a back squat. Just as I lift the bar and step into position, Zane murmurs, "That guy keeps checking you out."

"Huh?" I ask, annoyed that he wants to talk right now.

"That guy, at the leg press," he says.

I barely even remember what he looks like. That's how little I paid attention to him. "How do you know he's not looking at you?" I ask before squatting down to start my reps.

"Because I made eye contact with him when I caught him staring, and then he looked away. It was definitely at you." He even gives my ass a quick squeeze when I stand back up.

"You're supposed to spot me, not fondle me," I mutter, squatting back down.

"I gotchu, babe," he says. He stays quiet for a few reps before asking another question. "What do you think of him?"

I sigh heavily when I push back upright. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you think of him?" he repeats. "Think he's hot?"

I end up resetting the bar, and turning to look at him as I catch my breath. I can't hold a conversation and squat simultaneously. "What is this about?"

He looks surprised. "It's not about anything," he says, laughing. "I just wanna know what kinds of guys you find attractive."

"I don't," I say simply.

"You don't look at other guys?" he asks.

"No, dude," I tell him, almost laughing. "Girls, sure, but guys? No."

"So you don't think that guy's attractive?" he asks, pointing his thumb towards the guy at the leg press. Sure enough, he's looking this way, and when I catch his eye, he turns away.

"He's fine looking, I guess," I say. "Doesn't mean I wanna fuck him." I'm a little annoyed that Zane's pestering me like this, but he's just smiling. "What?"

"You telling me you only have eyes for me?" he asks with a grin.

I roll my eyes and punch him in the chest. "You're so annoying."

He just laughs and grabs my wrist before I pull away, reeling me in for a quick, very public kiss. I grunt slightly, and my instinct is to shut this down because I'm not the biggest fan of such public displays of affection, but fuck, it feels too good having him on my lips. It's a quick kiss, but enough to leave me a little flustered.

"You're still annoying," I murmur, my face hot.

He just grins happily. "You're just so easy to mess with," he says before nudging me out of the way to start increasing the weight on the barbell.

"Do YOU look at other guys?" I ask after a moment.

"Of course," he says. "I'm gay."

Right. Duh. That makes sense. But suddenly I'm getting flashbacks to his ex-fling, and the jealousy stirs up in me again. I clear my throat and put my hands in my pockets before admitting what I'm about to say. "Remember Jason?"

"What about him?" Zane asks.

"And how he was jealous of me?"

Zane snorts, securing one side with weights. "Yeah, I remember," he says bitterly.

"Well... when you and him were dating... I, uh... That was the first time I got jealous of anyone before."

Zane turns to look at me now, seeming surprised by this information. He even looks at me up and down. "What do you mean?"

"Like, I was jealous of him, like... taking you away from me, or maybe you telling him things you wouldn't tell me or whatever. I don't know. I felt threatened." I start to feel awkward, but it's best to get it all out now than have it come up later. "And I know it's stupid, I know, but in my head, me liking girls wasn't as big of a threat to us as you liking guys and..." I rub my forehead. "I sound so stupid."

He turns his body to face me fully now, stepping a little closer. "You don't have to worry about other guys, Khalid," he says with a patient smile, "just like I don't worry about you with girls. You trust me, don't you?"