Chapter 15
15
Taylor
B renner clearly expects me to say something, but I’ve been thrown ever since he got back to the apartment. He’s off. In a way I’m not used to ever seeing him.
When I bumped into Dax on campus after my last class, he said he had some free time, so I didn’t think twice about inviting him over. Didn’t even cross our minds we might do anything else—well, maybe it crossed Dax’s mind a little.
I definitely didn’t think Brenner would mind.
But it’s not just Brenner throwing me. Why was I relieved when he said he hadn’t messed around with anyone either? I mean, I’ve been waiting for him to start messing around with someone, which would rip the Band-Aid off because I know it’ll bother me. I’m not like him. I don’t hook up with people without feeling anything, Dax excepted.
And it’s been worse recently because I’ve enjoyed our cuddling and watching movies together. Enjoyed feeling closer to him than ever before, and the thought of someone sliding in between us and fucking that up makes me feel…ragey.
Brenner’s still looking at me in a way I can’t make sense of, and I have no idea what to say, so I go with the first thing that comes to mind. “We cool?”
He flinches, like that was definitely the wrong thing. “Huh?”
“You’ve been weird since you got home. Did something happen at work?”
Though why would dealing with a fussy customer or a tiff with a coworker make him come home and start talking to me about hooking up with Dax and about not hooking up with anyone else since we started messing around?
Bren rests his hand on his chest and searches around the kitchen. “I think I might need to go to bed.”
He darts out of the kitchen, but I tail behind him. “I’m not letting you out of this that easy.”
“I just need to lie down. I’m not feeling good.”
“I can tell something’s up, Bren.”
“Well, I’m about to be down.”
I roll my eyes, still behind him as he reaches his bedroom door. I take him gently by his arm, and he turns around, his gaze shifting to where I’m touching him before locking with mine.
The fuck is happening?
I glare at him. “Talk to me, dude.”
He hesitates, and my chest knots up as he has one of those rare moments when he seems to be struggling for words. It’s like seeing my mom tear up—it dries my throat, makes me want to do anything to make it better.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I told Mila about us, and she thinks I have a crush on you,” he spits out, looking deadly serious.
I burst into a laugh, partly because I’m sure this isn’t what’s on his mind, but mostly because it’s the most ridiculous thing he could have said.
I can’t stop laughing, but I feel my cheeks warming as the idea starts to settle in.
I wouldn’t mind if he did have a crush on me.
Fuck, where did that come from?
It’s not a thought I allow myself to entertain for long because it’s so ridiculous, and because the way Brenner’s looking at me, he doesn’t seem to find it nearly as amusing.
“Why did you think that was funny?” he asks, his jaw stiffening.
“Shows me that Mila isn’t replacing me anytime soon because I’ve known you for how long? You don’t crush.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he says, his gaze wandering.
“Why did you say it like that?”
“How did I say it?”
“Like you aren’t convinced.”
He shakes his head. “It’s definitely not a crush because it can’t be.”
What a weird thing to say.
He goes on, “Because we agreed we don’t want to make shit weird for our parents.”
Again, I’m thrown.
“Wait,” I say. “That wouldn’t prevent you from having a crush. That would just prevent you from acting on it.”
As the words come out of my mouth, I feel like I’m finally catching up.
Does Brenner really have a crush on me? The thought stirs a warm sensation that radiates in my chest.
As I reflect on the past few weeks especially, I recognize a lot of the sensations I’ve felt—the closeness, the eagerness to see him. I haven’t let myself label it, maybe because I knew Brenner doesn’t have those kinds of feelings, but now that he’s said the word, it’s like for the first time I’m letting myself admit that my own feelings have been more than just enjoying spending time with my buddy. And maybe I’ve been a little foolish thinking buddies hold each other as close as we’ve held each other until they fall asleep. A part of me can’t believe it’s possible, but as our gazes meet again, the realization hits me like a brick.
“Fuck,” is all I can think to say.
He winces. “Was that supposed to make me feel better?”
I laugh, then fight against it.
“Oh, and now you’re laughing again?” He moves closer. “Dude, not cool,” he says, reaching up and pushing his fingers under my arms for a tickle.
“Fuck you.” I pull away and lean back against the wall across from his door.
“You know damn well I’m a catch,” he says, sounding more like his usual playful self as I resist his tickles. It takes me a moment to deflect his attempts before I reach under his shirt and give him a taste of his own medicine by playing around his abs. Now we’re both bending over, twisting our bodies as we try to evade each other’s hands, until we’re on the floor.
I manage to grab hold of his wrists and pin them against the floor, struggling against him, though I can tell he’s given up.
“So you have a crush on me?” I ask, and his cheeks flush red, a rare occurrence for Brenner.
“You’re being so cringe right now.”
He tries to pull away, but I grip his wrists tighter, keeping him in place.
“I’m about to be more cringe,” I add, “because I might have a crush on you too.”
Did I really just say that? I mean, it’s kind of true. This is how I’ve felt before when I’ve dated girls in the past.
He smirks. “ Might? ”
“I’ve only had this new information for a few seconds, so I’m gonna need to sort through it a little more, but yeah. I’ve been enjoying what’s been happening the past few weeks, but I haven’t let myself think too much about it. It’s definitely crush territory, something I’m more familiar with.”
I notice a shift against my crotch, where I’m straddling his waist. “You getting hard right now?”
“You’re on my crotch, pinning me to the floor, so what do you think?”
I lean close, my lips an inch from his mouth. I roll my hips, stroking against his boner. “Feels like I’m getting you back for all those times you were walking around in your briefs, with them tucked down so I could see your crack, you fucking tease.”
“Whatever. Like I haven’t been thinking about how it’d feel to have your cock filling me up ever since I watched you fuck Dax.”
We stare into each other’s eyes until I finally crush my lips against his, feeling the burst of relief as I cave to what my body’s been hungry for since we started denying each other.
“You…don’t think…this is a shit idea?” he fights to say between kisses.
“Probably,” I manage to say before sealing our kiss again.
I’m like a fucking animal as Bren’s tongue slips into my mouth, greeting mine as they play in a frenzy, taking away all the tension that started as soon as he came home.
There’s stuff we need to talk about—between these feelings and our parents—but there’s a time to talk and a time to fuck.
This is definitely a time to fuck.
“We…should…get in…the bedroom,” I say, wondering if he even made out the words with how determined he seemed to keep our lips together.
I would’ve thought it’d be awkward as fuck trying to get up from the floor and into his bedroom, but it turns into stripping down between make-out sessions, a chaotic scene of losing shirts, shoes, and pants, until we’re just in our underwear. We wind up on his bed, with Bren on his back as I hook my arms around his legs, rubbing my crotch against his ass, my body acting out the fantasy that ignited the night I got a taste of ass.
Brenner snickers.
“What’s so funny?” I ask now that his lips give mine a moment’s peace.
“Tay went from being my straight buddy to being addicted to ass real fast.”
Now I’m the one snickering. “Hearing you call me straight now that I realize I’m so not is hilarious.”
“How’s that all going, if you don’t mind me asking? You seem cool with everything, but…is there anything you wanted to ask a bi guy?”
That’s so thoughtful. So Bren.
“Honestly? I think it’s easier for me since I knew your stuff first. Seeing you like guys and girls. So it might be new to me, but in some ways, I already get it, so I’m just going with it.”
“Wait. You’re not blaming me for suddenly being addicted to ass, are you?” he jokes.
I laugh. “Yeah, it’s totally your fault. This wasn’t something I probably always had in me just waiting to be activated.”
“Mmmm, so I activated you? That’s even hotter.”
“I must admit, it helps knowing that if anything comes up that I’m worried about, I have a bi buddy I can talk to. At the moment, though, my biggest issue around the whole subject is I’ve only had one ass so far, which seems kind of cruel.”
“That is cruel. We’re gonna have to do something about that.”
Fuck, he’s fun.
Bren grabs a condom and lube from his nightstand while I pull off my boxers. As he settles on his back again, I snatch either side of his briefs and slide them down his legs before discarding them off the side of the bed.
“Ooh, I like aggressive Taylor,” he says, making me blush. “Seriously, it’s hot.”
He starts to tear at the condom but stops himself. “We both said it’s been six months. Was Rachelle your last partner?”
“Yeah.” From the wicked glint in his eyes, I have a feeling I know where this is going.
“And we both got full panels after Dax.”
“Bren, you seriously talking about me being inside you raw right now?”
“This is my first crush. Shouldn’t we do something to celebrate?”
I’m laughing again. Oh, he really just has this power to get me going.
“You’re right,” I say, leaning down and snatching the condom away from him. “We should celebrate.” I toss the condom over my shoulder, and Brenner stares me down.
It’s wild to think that one minute we were debating whatever the hell we’re feeling for each other, and now he’s under me, looking like he wants to be drilled.
And I’m eager to give him the drilling.
“Put some lube on me,” I instruct, and Bren smiles.
He pumps some into his palm before reaching down and readying my cock.
I smile as my dick throbs in his grip. “Reminds me of when you were lining me up with Dax.”
Brenner releases me and leans back. As he tosses the bottle of lube on the sheets, I hook my arms under his legs, adjusting so I can see that beautiful hole…
It pulses, stirring this animalistic desire within me. “Fuck,” I mutter as I line up, pressing the head against him, then watching his expression as I push in.
“You like that?” he asks. “Wanna see what I look like when you’re opening me up?”
Didn’t think I could get any harder, but Brenner has that skill.
His eyes roll back as his ass lets me in a few inches, but I can tell he’s tight.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about getting my dick inside you,” I confess.
“I’ve been wanting you to have a go at me since you did such a good job with Dax. Oh, fuck—this is what I get for not getting fucked in so long.”
“I was thinking this seemed really tight.”
“Yeah.” He takes a few deep breaths. “Apparently getting fucked all those times before doesn’t help me any now. Just take it nice and slow. Until I tell you to go fast.” He winks, and as he gets a few more breaths in, I feel his ass open up for me enough to get a few more inches in.
I’m a little nervous, but seeing the way his eyes light up, it’s clear he’s taking me just fine.
“Stay right there and do little thrusts,” he instructs.
“My pro showing me the ropes.”
He grins as I move in and out subtly.
I love knowing it’s just me and Bren, skin to skin like this, no barrier between us. Feeling his muscles relax and let me in just a little more each time.
When he’s ready, he says, “Okay, now deeper.”
I follow his instruction until I feel his hole tightening up.
When I stop, he tenses up. “Jesus, please tell me you’re all the way in.”
I glance down, noticing I still have a good inch left. “Close.”
“How is that not all of it? Fuck. You must be harder than usual.”
“That’s a fact,” I admit.
He smiles, like he’s pleased he’s the reason I’m so stiff. Taking a few more deep breaths, he tells me when to push, and as I do, the way he closes his eyes, his lip twisting into his dimple in that familiar way, assures me it’s hitting right.
I enjoy the sensation of being inside him, saying, “I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this ass from me all these years.”
“Could say the same thing about that cock. Fuck, it fits just right.”
A burst of pride swells in my chest.
“Okay, I’m good,” he assures me.
I give him a test run, sliding back and forth. He’s loosened up for me, so now I’m free to probe and explore him with my cock. He clenches his cheeks, and I can tell by his playful expression that this is just my sex expert showing what he can do.
Locking his legs in the crooks of my arms, I speed up, and he says, “That’s right, Tay. Give it to me.”
I obey, rocking the mattress about.
Brenner closes his eyes and reaches back, pressing his hand against the headboard as he takes me. I speed up even more, determined to give him what he wants, to be as good at fucking him as I can be. His rock-hard cock bounces on his abs as his expression tenses up, and I lean down, taking a kiss.
I want to really drill him, though, and it feels like I could do better than this position, so I lean back. Keeping his legs locked in my arms and my dick jammed up in him, I shift on the bed, walking on my knees to the edge of the bed. I carefully step off with one leg, then pull him close as I slide the other off, getting my footing before really giving it to him.
Despite my effort, he says, “Come on, Taylor. I know you got more than that in you, and I want it all.”
I don’t hold anything back, just throw myself into it, ramming that ass as he calls out, his expression shifting wildly, out of control as he loses himself in the pleasure I’m giving him.
“You’re so good at this,” he tells me, like he knows I need to hear his praise. I keep up my pace, working to impress, but between how fucking hard he’s got me and how long I’ve been craving this, I can feel my balls tugging close as my body rushes toward release.
“You’re already getting me so close,” I warn.
“I feel like now that I’m opened up, I can show you just what a good bottom I can be for you. You want that?”
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
“I’m gonna wear this cock out.”
“Wear it out, Bren.” I’m fucking begging.
“Pull out. You’re gonna fuck me from behind.”
I obey, pulling out and adjusting with him so he’s on his knees, me standing behind and giving it to him. As I thrust, Brenner rolls his hips and moves with me, nearly as soon as I pull my cock out, pushing his ass back, taking me all the way so his cheeks clap against my hips.
“Fuck.” I grip on to him and pick up my pace, reveling in the way his ass feels around my shaft, stimulating my muscles as he moans, letting me know how fucking good it feels to have me balls-deep inside him.
We work like this is our fucking job until I’ve got sweat beading across my forehead.
“Keep fucking me like this,” he says, “and I’ll make sure when you come, it’s mind-blowing.”
I hook my arms around him, moving close, and he turns to kiss me as I push deep inside him. I take his cock in my hold, stroking.
“You’re so fucking hard,” I say as our lips part.
“I think I’m gonna blow soon. But I don’t want to come before you.”
“Well, I’m getting pretty close.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, and he says, “Just stay still.”
“Huh?”
“Keep right there.”
Again, I follow his lead, and he rocks his ass, sliding me in and out of him.
“You’re gonna come inside me,” he says, “and then start hammering away until I shoot. Got it?”
I nod again.
I stay still as Brenner works my cock, rocking his ass. I can tell he’s alternating between techniques, clenching and rolling his cheeks like a guy who’s learned how to work a cock because it’s got me climbing, inching toward the edge, every part of me wanting to be fucking him.
As I continue jerking him, I rest my free hand on his hip, gripping as the urgency in me mounts.
Bren’s watching me as my expression twists up. “Fuck, you’re so close, aren’t you?”
“I’m right there.”
He slows his movements, torturing me.
“Bren, fuck.”
“Don’t forget that after you shoot, you need to fuck me real hard, okay?”
“I will.” I’m not even thinking straight. Right now, I’d tell him anything to keep him working me like this. I’m just a servant to his hole.
He leans closer, running his tongue across my bottom lip as he gives an extra squeeze of his ass around my cock, and it’s like he’s pulling the cum right from me. As I gasp, his lips push up against mine. I grip his hip harder as my muscles lose control and I jerk quickly, shooting up inside him.
“Fuck, yeah,” he mutters as I pound away, still jerking him, determined to give him what I promised. “Taylor. Fuck me just like that.”
I speed up, sweat sliding from my chin down onto his back, knowing that I’m shoving my cum deeper into him, when I feel his ass gripping me like Dax’s did before he shot, encouraging me to keep up my movements until his cock throbs in my hold and I feel the warm, wet release.
He reaches back, resting his hand against the back of my head and drawing me in for a kiss.
“That’s good, Taylor. Perfect,” he says as he pulls away, our gazes locking, a satisfied expression on his face, assuring me I’ve done a good job for him. “I’ll make sure to return the favor when I fuck you,” he adds.
And it’s like he’s fucking hypnotized me with the thought.
He looks so excited at the prospect of taking my ass, making it his, just like I made his mine. I don’t have a fucking clue what that’ll feel like, but if Brenner and Dax are any indication, it’ll be in-fucking-credible.
He leans closer and licks up my lips.
When we first started fucking around, I might have called this a shit idea. But as much as we may have to sort out, it would have been a shit idea not to do this.