Chapter 31
Brad
Joey hops up onto the bed, his belt swaying with the movement in a way that has me fighting back a groan. He looks like a wet dream. A god of hardwood and hammers.
“So much better than a Halloween costume,” I mutter.
“What’s that?” Joey asks.
“Not important,” I say, tugging on his leg. “Get over here and sit on my face, man. I want my tongue up your ass.”
“ Fuck me .”
“And then that, yes,” I heartily agree.
Joey swings his leg over my head, reminding me of the times we’ve 69ed. This time, however, it’s his ass staring me in the face instead of his cock. With a happy hum, I grab hold of his tool belt and tug him down to meet me.
Joey lets out a strangled noise, his weight settling over my face. He tries to ease upwards, to give me more space maybe, but I don’t let him. I hold his belt tight and run my tongue over his asshole, my own cock throbbing at the single touch.
I’ve always loved having my partners ride my face. Granted, this is the first time a man is treating me like their own personal bicycle seat. Joey, specifically. But the sheer size of him, the power I know is leashed beneath my fingertips, his thick-as-fuck thighs cradling my head, and his weight all but smothering me…
I don’t think it gets better than this.
Joey moans deeply as I work my tongue against him without restraint, the vibration of his pleasure like static beneath my hands. I grip the belt tighter, keeping him in place, running my tongue up and down flatly before pressing against him. His whole body shakes, a tremor, and I do it again, feeling his muscles loosen and his body go lax. Joey starts rocking against me, and I can barely breathe, but it’s perfect.
Once I’m able to get my tongue inside his body, I feel triumphant. He stills, shuddering, his thighs squeezing me as they shake. I slide my hands down his hips, grabbing the sides of his ass, using him as leverage to try to push myself as deep as I can go.
Joey curses, a tortured, “Bub,” leaving his lips. And it hits me—as my tongue is buried in his ass, his thighs around my head like I’m a nut he wants to crack—that I’ll be hearing that bub for a long time to come.
I don’t know if I have a commitment kink or if it’s just Joey, but the mental flash of us old and gray hits me, and I have to slap the side of Joey’s ass, urging him to give me an inch of room so that I can breathe. Because, suddenly, my throat is so tight getting air is difficult.
“Okay?” Joey asks immediately.
I nod and clear my throat. “Yeah. Just, uh, really love you, I guess.”
He cranes around to try to look at me, but I grab his tool belt again.
“Nuh-uh,” I tell him. “You’re not going anywhere. Give me your balls.”
“You sure?”
“Son, get those balls in my mouth. Now .”
Joey coughs out what I think is a laugh. “You know I don’t actually have a Daddy kink, right?”
“Oh, thank fuck,” I breathe. “Because honestly? I have absolutely no clue how that works.”
Joey laughs outright this time, letting me tug him back down to my face, his balls in easy reach now. I run my tongue over them—his sac smoothly shaven—and take one into my mouth. Joey grunts, and I keep one hand on his belt like a leash as I slip the other under the leather pockets, finding his cock. He makes another sound of fervent approval as I rub my thumb over the top of his dick, spreading the precum there.
I’ll never get sick of having Joey’s cock in my hand. Feeling how hard he is for me, the way he aches, knowing I can get him off with my fist or my lips or even my ass. I suck Joey’s other ball into my mouth, giving his cock a squeeze before slapping the side of his thigh lightly and letting his sac pop free.
“Feed me your dick,” I demand.
Joey doesn’t hesitate this time. He resituates, backing up until that glorious cock is hanging over my mouth. I take hold of it, sucking him between my lips, licking and bobbing as if he’s the most delicious corn dog.
“Bub,” Joey croaks.
“You ready?” I ask.
“Very.”
Joey eases off of me, landing on his back on the bed. He unfastens his tool belt with an apologetic smile, and I understand. He doesn’t want to make a mess of the material. It’s a bummer, but he still looks gorgeous without it, his cock standing proudly, the man himself every bit a fantasy I didn’t know I had until recently.
“Jesus Christ, I’m gonna drill you so good,” I promise.
“Yeah?” he asks, smiling as he tosses the belt aside.
“Yeah, dude. This Brad is ready to… fuck . Something clever about being the hammer instead of the nail. Oh , I’ve got it. Hey, Joey. Joey. My kangaroo-boo.”
“Yes?” Joey says, his lips twitching.
“You be my anchor, and I’ll be your screw. Get it? ’Cause I’m going to screw—”
“Yes, bub. I get it,” Joey says, his eyes crinkled in happiness.
“Fuck. You’re so pretty. I can’t wait to find your prostate, then poke the ever-loving fuck out of it.”
Joey laughs as I grab the lube from the nightstand. I settle between his legs as he strokes his cock slowly, not enough to get off, just enough to make me jealous of his hand. I focus on my target, though, popping the lube open before grabbing a pillow. Joey takes the hint, lifting his hips enough for me to stuff the pillow underneath him.
“Okay,” I whisper to myself. “Here we go.”
Squeezing some lube onto my fingers, I warm the liquid a bit before rubbing it against Joey. A quick check of his face shows he’s relaxed, so I ease a finger inside of him, surprised when it glides right in.
“Oh fuck,” I mutter.
“Okay?” Joey asks.
“Yeah. Yep. Just, uh…having a moment here. A very warm, very tight moment.”
Joey chuckles. “Just think what it’ll feel like when it’s your dick inside of me instead of your finger.”
I groan, dropping my forehead to Joey’s knee. “You’re so cruel, and I love you.”
He huffs another laugh. “Keep going, bub. Feels good.”
I nod, squeezing a little more lube onto my fingers before sliding two in. I work them in and out the same way Joey has done to me, doing my best to stretch him, not wanting to hurt him once it’s my cock. Pretty sure the dude has magical ass abilities because it’s not long at all before I’m fitting three fingers inside his body, my own practically vibrating with a whole dam’s worth of pent-up need. It’s not even the idea of sinking inside the man I love, which— whoa . Yes, I love this dude. And yes, I do want that very much.
But it’s more than that. It’s the need to be closer. To bring this man comfort and the pleasure he’s asking for. To make him feel good, which is something I want to do for the rest of my life. It’s wanting to show him my love. To share it with him.
I’ve never had that level of intimacy with anyone before Joey, regardless of gender. He’s the first. The first person I’ve fallen in love with.
If I’m lucky, he’ll be my last.
“I’m going to do my absolute best not to blow in under six seconds,” I tell him sincerely, pulling my fingers free. “But if I don’t last, just know I’ll make it up to you.”
Joey snorts, his flushed cheeks making him look impossibly beautiful. “It doesn’t matter how long you last, bub. It’ll be perfect no matter what. Because it’s you.”
“Ah, fuck.”
“Brad,” Joey says in concern. “Are you crying?”
“No. Nope,” I say quickly, wiping my cheek. “Just some condensation. Okay, ready?”
“Screw away,” he says lightly, his lips quirked but his eyes so very soft.
Fuck , I love this man.
I grab the bottle of lube, coating my cock and then adding a little more just to be safe. “Just gonna…” I mumble, squeezing some over his crack.
“That’s a lot of lube,” Joey comments.
“Just a touch more. Don’t wanna hurt you. There . That should be good.”
“Brad,” Joey says flatly, his ass positively glistening. “That was too much.”
“No, see? It’s fine,” I tell him, wiping the excess off on his leg. “I’ll just…rub it in.”
“It’s not lotion.”
“It’s fine ,” I promise, spreading it over Joey’s hammies and then across the tops of his thighs. It’s maybe a bit more than needed, but there . See? Perfectly… “ Fuck , you’re so slippery. Where do I hold on?”
Joey laughs.
“No, no. We’re good,” I say, abandoning my plan to tug Joey closer and shuffling forward instead. I blow out a breath, holding my cock as I rub over his perfectly oiled hole, testing a little pressure. His body gives in a way that has me groaning, the sight of him opening up for my dick as enticing as the feel of him swallowing my cockhead just like he swallowed my fingers. My voice is hoarse when I ask, “Okay?”
“Good,” Joey answers. “Keep going.”
I press forward, letting go of my cock to plant my hand on the bed, my other steadied against Joey’s abs. I watch my dick sink into his body inch by inch, going slow to make sure it doesn’t hurt him. Joey urges me on with words like yes and good and like that, bub , his heels pressed against my ass.
When I finally seat myself fully inside Joey’s body, not a single inch between us, I let out a shuddering breath. “Fuck.”
“Come here,” he says softly, his hand sliding up my arm, giving me a tug.
I’m powerless to resist him. I fall forward, my face inches from his, this man who smiled at me one day in the gym and made me feel as if I were standing on the edge of a new beginning. He never once rushed me. Never tried to change me. He was there, waiting maybe. But a good friend to me always.
“Did you like me the whole time?” I ask, not taking my eyes off of his.
He blinks once, his legs tightening around my hips almost imperceptibly. “I tried not to.”
“I set you up on so many bad dates.”
“Yes.”
“We took nearly naked photos together.”
He swallows roughly. “That was…hard.”
“Literally for you.”
“Yes,” he agrees.
I groan, dropping my face to his neck. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not,” he says. “Bub, I’m not. Look at me.”
I do. Of course I do.
Joey’s hands come up to frame my face, his callused touch gentle and warm. “I don’t regret any of it. Yes, I liked you from the start. More than I probably should have without being honest with you about it. But letting myself fall, knowing the chances of you reciprocating were slim to nil? That was my decision. And I’d do it again given the choice. You’re worth it.”
“I’m going to make you really happy,” I tell him hoarsely.
“You already do.”
“I’ll give you as many Joey-blowies as you want.”
“Is that—”
“A Joey-specific blowjob, yes. And me and my douche bulb have come to an agreement, so anytime you wanna plow me, you just let me know. My ass is yours.”
“That might be the most romantic thing anyone has ever offered me,” he says, sounding fond.
I snort. “Yeah. Sure. You just wait.”
His eyes narrow. “What are you plan—”
I kiss him. Hard. It’s instantaneous, the way he lights me up inside, as if all that warmth he possesses sinks right into my very skin and bones. I try to show him the way he makes me feel. Try to give him back some of the same heat and comfort. And when his cock flexes against my stomach, I take a deep breath, kiss my way down his neck, and move.
Joey huffs out a breath, an airy grunt of sorts, when my hips meet his ass. He’s surrounding me. His legs wrapped around my hips. His smell, manly with that underlying hint of fresh-cut pine, in my lungs. His hand on the back of my head tightening when I suck his nipple into my mouth, and his ass squeezing me as I rock inside his body.
It’s everything I thought it would be. More . It’s Joey.
When a particular angle has him moaning in a way that’s distinctly new, I pop off his pec.
“There?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he breathes, his head arching back as I do it again.
“Fuck yes,” I mutter, keeping up at his p-spot, wanting desperately to see Joey come undone. I shift my hand to his dick, tugging in the way I know he likes, my gaze flicking between his face and where I’m fucking him, the sight so unbelievably sexy my cock throbs. “Fuck, Joey.”
“Yes, you are,” he pants.
Goddamn it , I’m going to walk with this man down the aisle.
“Oh, holy fuck,” I gasp aloud. “There’s no way I’m not going to think about this during our wedding.”
“What?” Joey asks, his eyes flaring wide.
“What?!” I shout.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—”
Joey’s words cut off into a groan, and he comes in a flash across my fist, painting his stomach in a dirty abstract work of fucking art as his ass clamps tight around my cock.
“ Fuuuck ,” I agree, jerking him through his orgasm as my own barrels down on me with blinding speed. I suck in a breath, holding back until the last possible second, and then I crack apart.
My moan is a loud, stuttered thing as I come inside Joey’s body, my hips flexing to push inside of him as far as I can go, a ridiculous biological imperative I have no control over. My release adds to the slick glide between our bodies, smooth and warm and feeling so fucking good I could weep. It seems as if it lasts forever, that blissful freefall, when realistically, I know it’s only a few seconds later that I blink open my eyes.
Joey is watching me steadily.
“It was just dirty talk,” I whisper, well aware it’s far too soon to be discussing our… wedding .
Joey’s lips curve into the tiniest smile, his thumb smoothing over my forehead, likely wiping off the sweat there. “You have the strangest idea of what constitutes dirty talk, bub.”
“Psht. You like my mouth.”
“I won’t deny that,” he says before looking down. “Are you… writing your name again?”
“Yep,” I say, finishing the D on Joey’s stomach and letting out a sigh. He doesn’t complain when I collapse over his chest, my cock slipping out of his body. “Aw, man. I liked it in there.”
He huffs a laugh, his fingers threading through my hair. “You’re welcome anytime.” After a minute of mutual petting and afterglow basking, he says, “You lasted more than six seconds.”
“I did!” I reply happily. “And I found your prostate.”
“That you did,” he says on a chuckle.
“We should probably have some steak or something to celebrate,” I suggest, my stomach voicing its own approval with a growl. “We did miss dinner.”
“A shower would also be a good idea.”
“Yeah, man. We are covered in lube.”
“It’s everywhere.”
“You’re probably going to need to throw out these sheets,” I point out. “Maybe even your mattress. I think we wrecked the bed.”
He snorts, pushing up onto his elbows. I lean back, giving him room to sit up all the way. I’m not expecting the swift slap to my ass cheek. “Come on, Bradley. Let’s wash up so I can put my meat in your mouth.”
“Dude,” I breathe, watching Joey’s ass as he walks away, the globes still glistening from lube. “I love you so much, you don’t even know.”
Joey’s laughter beckons me to follow him down the hall. We wash up together, taking turns under the showerhead, Joey joining in when I start singing “Bohemian Rhapsody,” his falsetto even more impressive than my own.
I never had a solid grasp growing up of what it meant to fall in love. I didn’t have parents in my life or many role models to show me what a healthy relationship looked like. I didn’t have many people who stuck around, period.
I’m not sure I could have dreamed up Joey Delgado even if I tried. Falling in love with my friend? With someone I can be silly with and be honest with, someone I can play video games with, go to the gym with, be myself with…
Like Jason said, maybe it was simply inevitable. But I sure didn’t see it coming.
I guess in the end, I really crushed this whole wingman thing, didn’t I? I found Joey his guy. The one who will love him for all he is and all he will be.
And, as it turns out, I found my person, too.