Comfort – Zak/Nick/Aaron

Aaron stared across the limo at the two men that he had spent far too much time with over the past seven years. Zak’s head lay back against the black leather, his breathing labored through his blocked sinuses. Nick texted his wife that they had landed before putting his phone away and pulling Zak over to lay against him. Grunting, he relented, leaning against Nick’s shoulder, sniffling.

Aaron smiled as Nick kissed Zak’s forehead. “Nap when we get there?” he asked.

Zak yawned at the mention of it. He nodded, scooting over so Aaron could come sit next to him. Shaking his head, Aaron stayed where he was, regardless of the pout he was given. “When we get to the hotel, you can get me sick.” Continue reading

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