Weak in the Knees Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Weak in the Knees Ch. 02

... becoming red in the face during all of this. Zach was usually the one whose face always gave him away because of how pale he was, and besides his brother, few others had ever blushed this way in front of him.

"We'll both think about it, and see how we feel after having a bit of time," Zach finally said. "For once, I don't mind leading with my brain and heart rather than my dick. That's new for me, but not bad."

Diego chuckled at that, then blushed because he was picturing things he shouldn't. There was something so enticing about seeing that blush on Diego's cheeks. Diego could tell from Zach's expression that he wanted to kiss him again, but he held back, likely for Diego's sake. The desire and want was all there in Zach's silver eyes though.

Diego chuckled nervously and excused himself, leaving the room. While getting ready for bed, he let himself linger a bit on how that kiss had felt and his other thoughts from the evening. He fell asleep thinking very inappropriate things about his boss. Zach, meanwhile, took a while to settle down to go to sleep, too focused on his thoughts and worrying that he had pushed things too far with Diego. He spent a good portion of the early night drawing in bed before falling asleep with the drawing pad still open.

By the next morning, Zach was giving Diego some space, leaving the room sooner than he normally would when Diego came to get Nadya from him.

He also made an appointment with the neurologist he normally saw for his ...

... migraines to talk about what had been going on recently. Dr. Mitchell looked over Zach's recent test results from his primary physician, explaining that everything looked good as far as the blood results showed.

"You claim these pretty bad symptoms, but I see no evidence of any issues," Dr. Mitchell said as he turned the chair he was sitting in to look at Zach. "I mean, we can definitely prescribe something for fatigue. You're probably just over exerting yourself as a new dad. What do you think would make your symptoms better?"

Zach looked surprised at that, trying to wrack his brain for what he thought would help his fatigue and his legs giving out as he shook his head. "I don't know, honestly. I'm not a doctor. The only things that have been helping is staying in bed or the lounging chair, or copious amounts of caffeine."

Dr. Mitchell's eyes narrowed at that. "It seems to me you're just looking for excuses to be lazy. As if getting a doctor to give you permission to just lay around all day is all you want."

Zach stared at the man in shock. "Wha...what reason do I have to try and be lazy? I'm constantly on the go and wanting to be active. This has been hell!"

"I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Lennox," Dr. Mitchell replied with a shrug. "I would be happy to refer you to a psychiatrist to help you."

For the first time since Diego had started working in the Lennox household, Zach came home, barely acknowledging Nadya though she was excited to see her dad, ...