The Brotherly Shove

24. Lennon

CHAPTER 24

LENNON

Now

Santa Clara, California

I don't think I'll ever get over the pure bliss that comes along with my ability to stun Breaker Lawson into absolute silence. It doesn't happen often. In fact, I can only think of one other time he's looked at me with those stupefied, speechless eyes. It was back in college, maybe my junior year. We were walking across campus on our way to grab sandwiches between classes and chatting mindlessly about movies we'd seen. I made a comment about never needing to see another Marvel movie. If you've seen one, you've seen them all.

It took me as few steps to realize Breaker had stopped in his tracks. He was a few paces behind me, standing completely still, his face absolutely blank. I remember waving a hand in his face, trying to snap him out of it, but no dice. He just stared at me for a long beat before shaking his head and muttering something like "you're a bad person" under his breath while he stalked away. I didn't stop laughing for ten straight minutes.

And you know what? I stand by it. Marvel movies fucking suck.

This time it's different, though. Not only is Breaker standing stunned in front of me, his cheeks are flushed the warmest pink. His eyes are glazed over his lips slightly parted and so close to me that I can feel each hot, panting breath he takes against my flesh. My eyes trace a drop of sweat as it rolls from his hairline right down to the tip of his nose, where it beads and stops. I press my lips to the spot and kiss it off.

"Let's go home, Breaker."

We're quiet on the drive back to my place, where we've been spending most nights since it's closer to the facilities than his San Francisco apartment. I still don't fully understand why he'd elect to live so far away from his place of work, but he chalks it up to being more comfortable in a city setting. That hasn't stopped him from falling asleep and waking up in my bed most days, though.

My body groans as I hop out of my truck and round the back to grab our bags. I am very much looking forward to the full body massage I've earned myself from the training staff back at the facilities on Tuesday. It will be made all the sweeter when I get Breaker into my bed and do the things I can't stop thinking about doing with him.

Even though he hasn't said more than five words since we left the stadium, Breaker still takes my hand as we walk up the front steps and he leans his head on my shoulder as I fumble with the lock and key. Once we're inside, I back Breaker into the nearest wall, our bags discarded by the front door. I kiss him, a whisper of a touch. Less a pressing of mouths and more a gentle caress and tickle of lips. I feel him trembling against me, and though it's similar to the way his body reacts when he's receiving pleasure, the hitch in his breath tells me that he's nervous, overthinking, running laps around his own mind. I slide one hand up the back of his neck and let my fingers get tangled in the ends of his hair while I pull him in to nuzzle against my shoulder.

"Wanna talk, baby?" I ask, and he nods against my shoulder.

I can only imagine what's going through his head. I feel like me asking for him to fuck me can't have come as a complete surprise to him. I mean, we haven't gone all the way yet, but there has been plenty of touching and fooling around. In fact, I don't think a day has gone by since that night in the hotel that we haven't gotten each other off at least once. And it's not like I was a stranger to my prostate even before the first time Breaker started playing around back there during a blow job in the shower a few weeks ago. I know that not every person or couple needs penetrative sex to have a fulfilling sex life, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't crave it. I'd be more than willing to be the one to fuck Breaker if he'd ask, but I'm desperate to have him inside of me. To know what it would feel like to hold a part of him within myself. To join our bodies together in the most intimate way I can think of.

To have him make love to me.

Despite my screaming quads, still tight from all the squatting and low crouching I have to do during the game, I scoop Breaker up into my arms and carry him bridal style into my bedroom. His nerves finally break a bit into a small smile when I toss him gently onto the bed and crawl over top of him to get to my side and lie next to him.

"I thought we were talking," he says with an accusatory poke to the middle of my chest. I take his finger and bring it to my lips, kissing the pad of his finger tip twice before I release it.

"No one ever said it was against the rules to have a conversation while horizontal. I believe they call it 'pillow talk' for a reason, babe."

"They only ever call it 'pillow' talk if it happens after sex."

"Ah, so you do want to have sex with me," I wink, attempting to tease the worry out of him. He curls his knees up to his chest and tucks both of his hands under his head and the pillow. I can feel the hesitation radiating off of him in waves, and although I'm dying for him, I back pedal quickly.

"It was just a suggestion, baby. We don't have to. We never do anything we don't both want, okay? Everything we've done up until now is more than enough for me," I tell him, reaching out to stroke his cheek with my thumb. His five o'clock shadow snags at my skin, and even that small touch sends a spark of electricity shooting right through my hand and zaps me in the chest.

"I guess I was just kind of taken aback. I always thought that if we got to this point, you'd want it to be the other way around, and I would've been fine with that. I am fine with it, if you want it."

I give him a sly smirk at his admission.

"You thought I'd be the one trying to get into you, huh B? Why is that, hmm? Is it because I'm a baby bi and you think I'm afraid of a little backdoor action? Or maybe it's because I intimidate you and your chicken legs because I'm so big and manly?"

He laughs and shoves at my chest.

"You know I squat six hundred pounds, dick. Fuck you," he says with a smile.

"That's all I'm trying to get you to do," I tease. His smile falls, just a touch, and I watch as curiosity and intrigue begin to swim in his irises.

"You really want this, don't you? Not just because you feel obligated or anything like that, right?" He asks, and I can't help myself. I roll over top of him taking him with me as I go. I pin him into the mattress with my hips, and with a little shuffling around, our hard cocks are pressed against each other. I grind down onto him, slowly, so slowly, and lean down to kiss him.

"Baby," I say between pecks against his mouth, "Believe me when I say that feeling you inside of me feels as necessary and as urgent as dousing a fire with water. Please, B. If you want me, take me."

A strangled moan escapes his mouth when I roll my hips into his again, harder this time. He grips the back of my neck and pulls me towards him, smashing his mouth against mine. It's an angry, feral kiss. A crashing of mouths, a clanking of teeth. He bites my bottom lip and pulls, and I can't help the whimper that escapes me. I go to kiss him again but he pushes at my chest.

"Naked," he breathes. "I want you naked. Now."

I've never scrambled to rid myself of clothing so quickly in my entire life. I pull my tee over my head and push my joggers and underwear down, kicking them off of my ankles and over the end of the bed. I didn't even realize Breaker was suddenly standing until I lay back and turn my head, finding him standing on the side of the bed, his hand lazily stroking up and down his prominent erection.

I feel his eyes everywhere. My face, my chest, legs. I almost let myself slip into a state of self consciousness, but thankfully Breaker licks his lips and breaks his silence.

"Jesus, Lennon. You're so goddamn gorgeous," he sighs, and I feel my cheeks flush as the corners of my mouth tip up into a small smile.

I reach my hand out to him.

"Please," is all I say before he's shuffling to the nightstand, pulling out the bottle of lube I keep in there and tossing it next to me on the mattress. He follows quickly, crawling over me and kissing my face, my cheeks, my eyelids, and finally, my lips. Our dicks are a breath away from each other, mine bobbing on my stomach and already leaking for him. I could almost cry at the lack of friction, but when I buck my hips up, Breaker pulls away.

"Not yet," he whispers, and as much as I want to whine and complain, I know he's right. I've been keyed up since the game, and I know that it would only take a few strokes of us against each other in his fist and this whole thing would be over before I got what I really wanted.

He continues to trace kisses down my jaw, then my neck, over my collarbones. He nuzzles into the hair on my chest, inhaling deeply as he goes lower, lower, lower, kissing over my hips and the tops of my thighs. My whole body is lit up, every nerve crackling like summer lightning. My legs spread of their own accord, and I hiss when Breaker drags his teeth over the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.

I pry my eyes open to look down at him, and I find him staring at the juncture of my thighs, his own gold flecked irises pooled with lust. He mindlessly prys the cap off the lube, never taking his gaze away from my body. I watch him spread some of the liquid over his fingers, and my mouth drops into a load, whiny moan when he drags those slicked up fingers over my skin, circling the spot where I want to feel him with soft pressure.

"You're so beautiful like this, Lennon. Spread out like my own personal heaven. God, I could live between these thighs, honey. I'd spend every moment of my life like this, right here, giving you every ounce of pleasure that you deserve." His sweet words help to distract me from the burn I feel when he works his finger into me. He continues to praise me as he works in another digit, opening me up for him. He keeps me hard and focused with languid strokes of my dick with his free hand, and the occasional lick up the underside of my shaft. By the time he's pushing into me with three fingers, I'm a panting, sweaty, desperate mess. Each swipe of his fingers against my prostate sparks blinding pleasure that shoots up and down my spine.

"Breaker," I breathe out. "Please."

He looks up at me from between my legs and hums as he nods, deeming me properly prepped and ready for him.

"Condom?" he asks. I shake my head.

"Not necessary. I've got the all clear."

"Me too," he says as he pours more lube into his hand. I watch with reverence as he slicks himself up. I spread my thighs further, making room for him between them. I might have joked and called him chicken legs earlier, but there is absolutely nothing small about Breaker's tree trunk thighs.

He leans forward over me, pressing his chest down against mine as I feel him nudge at my entrance.

"Are you ready, Len?"

"Yes," I sigh, and then he's pushing in. Even with how well he took care of me to get me ready for him, the feel of the head of his cock breaching my ring of muscle has me clawing at him, groaning at the uncomfortable newness of it all.

"I know, honey. I know. You're doing so well. I'm going to go slow, okay? I'm going to move slow and you're going to be okay, okay?" he chants his praises like prayers against my lips as he follows through on his promise, moving devastatingly slow, centimeter by centimeter until he's fully seated and I'm impossibly full.

The two of us are suspended in time, our closeness pulling us taut and tight like guitar strings. The burn of being filled begins to subside as pleasure and need and want take over me all at once. My cock thickens back up, pressing hard between our stomachs and I start to squirm.

"Breaker, move baby, please. I need you to move," I can hear the pathetic desperation in my own voice, but I don't care. I am desperate. I need him, want him. He is essential to my survival. His breath is shaky as he answers me.

"There's no way I'm going to last, Len. It's too good. You feel too fucking good." Despite his words, he starts to rock his hips, and I gasp when the tip of him brushes my prostate. It's so much better than just his fingers, and my thighs quake in the aftermath.

"There's no way I'm lasting either, baby. Not with you teasing my spot like that. So please, please fuck me. Make us come, Breaker. Please."

That gets him going and he starts fucking in earnest. It's not hard or rough, but it's not slow and timid either. Pleasure pricks at my skin from my toes to the top of my head, and the friction of his abs brushing my dick as he moves inside of me is incredible but not enough.

"I need," I gasp, moaning in time with his perfect strokes. "I need to touch myself. It's too much."

He's pushing up off of me and helping me draw my knees up before I can finish my sentence. I reach for myself, but he beats me there, stroking me in time with his thrusts.

"I'm so close, honey. Right there. Come for me, let me feel it."

His words are the spark that ignites my orgasm, and I cry out as my release washes over me. I'm a gasping, panting mess, clawing at Breaker's forearms as he strokes me through it. Tears start to pool in my eyes and slide down my cheeks, proof that my body needs so much release from the tight string of pleasure Breaker has given us. Somewhere in the haze I can hear him speaking, telling me how gorgeous I am and how close he is, and then I feel him tense.

His orgasm fills me in a strange, tingly, addicting way, and he falls against my chest as he finishes. His sweat slicked forehead fits mine, and I can't keep my hands off of him. I grab his cheeks and kiss him over and over and over again.

"Thank you," he squeaks out between pecks. "I love you. I love you. God, I love you."

He chants those three words to me again and again as we catch our breath, and I return them right back to him.

After we've cleaned up, repeating our I love you 's between soft kisses and gentle caresses, we fall back into bed.

Breaker is asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, so I snuggle up behind him.

I'm not even surprised when the happy tears start to well in my eyes. I'm overwhelmed by every single positive emotion a man can feel. How could I not be when I have my life, my love, my everything warm and safe in my arms?