Bashful - A Skephalo Story ❤️

Part 33

By the time their plane had landed, Zak had worn Darryl down so much that he had pretty much agreed to the house share idea.

"I still think this is crazy," Darryl muttered as they picked up their suitcase from security, "But if it means you'll shut up about it, then fine."

"Deal!" Zak mimed locking his lips and giving Darryl the key. They headed to the long stay car park, getting into Darryl's car and setting off. The silence was deafening, and he gloated silently as he watched Darryl squirm.

Sighing dramatically, Darryl mimed giving Zak the key back. "I don't want you to shut up, it's too quiet."

"Make your mind up, baldie."

"Gah! I'm not bald, you muffin! Shut up - well, don't shut up. But still!"

Zak just laughed. "You're not very good at this," he giggled, putting his hand on Darryl's thigh and squeezing it playfully.

"Zak, stop it! You're not meant to distract me whilst I'm driving," Darryl complained.

Taking that as a challenge, Zak cheekily slid his hand upwards, grinning as he watched him turn bright red. Fiddling with the fly of Darryl's jeans, he explored underneath. The bump under his hand hardened, and he cracked up. "Tell me, baldie, what turns you on, white lines and traffic cones?"

"It's got nothing to do with the road," Darryl managed, trying desperately to focus on driving. He swung haphazardly onto their driveway, turning off the engine and grabbing Zak's waist. Pulling him so he was sat on his lap, he growled mockingly. "You're gonna pay for that..."

"Oh really?" Zak breathed, "And do you have a punishment in mind?"

Not bothering to respond, Darryl tugged on the back of Zak's head so their lips met, moulding their bodies around each other and holding him tight. He shifted his weight and Zak fell backwards - right onto the car horn.

Turning pink, Zak hurriedly pulled himself back up. Darryl was almost crying with laughter. "Now the whole street's going to be looking out of their windows at us. You want to take this inside?" He suggested. Zak nodded, so he opened the door and awkwardly climbed out, Zak still on his lap. As he stood up, Zak wrapped his legs around his waist and moved his arms around his neck. "Seriously?!" Darryl demanded incredulously, locking the car and gripping Zak's arse to hold him up.

"Seriously," Zak whispered, biting Darryl's ear lightly as he unlocked the front door. Moving his lips to his neck, he started to kiss and lick every exposed piece of skin he could reach.

Panting, Darryl groaned, "This is definitely not as easy as in the movies." His arms gave out and he let go of Zak, wincing.

Zak slid down to the floor with a thud, pulling Darryl's trousers with him. "That's one way to do it, I guess," he laughed, standing up.

"Come here, you muffin," Darryl teased, "stop being so ridiculous-"

Zak cut him off, pressing their lips together eagerly and slipping off both their shirts. As his hands slid under the waistband of Darryl's pants, he felt him shiver and pulled back to look at him. "Don't tell me you're cold?!"

"I'm not." Darryl rolled his eyes, stepping forwards - and tripping into Zak. They fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs, the wind rushing out of their lungs.

"Ow... did you forget your jeans were around your ankles?" Zak giggled, meeting Darryl's eyes. "This whole thing has been such a failure. Apparently we're incapable of being spontaneous and sexy. At least we're both as hopeless as each other, though," he shrugged.

Darryl opened the door to their room, shuffling onto the mattress. "Padding," he gestured around at the pillows and blanket gleefully, "so we won't be a danger to ourselves." Taking the hint, Zak climbed onto his lap, grinning.