6. Braylon
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brAYLON
My chest ached after Adan left.
And that was silly.
We met hours ago, he’d been gone five minutes, and I missed him. I scuffed the dirt and stood outside the house, not wanting to go in. My aunt would pummel me with questions, while Uncle Saul would say little but his mind’d be working overtime. And in a few hours or days, he’d ask if Adan was the one. Or something similar.
Glancing up, I caught the curtains twitching. Aunt Ellie wasn’t a gossip, but she was overly interested in my love life. Shit, I’d come here to surprise them and that was a fail. Now I was on the sidewalk and distancing myself from them instead of sharing my news.
And gods damn it, I’d forgotten to give them the present.
I froze, thinking about when I’d gotten out of the car. Adan had my suitcase and the present was… still in the car. Without considering what I was doing, I raced along the street and around the corner, yelling, “Come back. You have the housewarming gift.”
It was too late. His car was long gone or five minutes gone.
I did have his number and so did Aunt Ellie, but when I patted my back pocket, the phone wasn’t there. Dashing into the house without removing my boots, I rushed past my aunt and uncle and grabbed the phone.
“What’s wrong? Are you missing Adan already?” Aunt Ellie was wringing her hands, but there was a trace of a smile on her lips.
“Yes. No.” That was oversharing. “He has something of mine.”
My uncle and aunt put their arms around one another. “Ahhh. He has your heart.” Aunt Ellie put a hand to her chest.
I ignored that comment. Too soon! Adan was driving, so I should message him, but he might not hear it, and if he didn’t check the texts until he was at the hotel, a message was pointless.
“It’s a gift.”
Uncle Saul nodded. “True love is the greatest gift of all.”
We three were on two different tangents. “No, I made a present for you, but I left it in the car.”
“Oh. Is it like the pics you made when you were little?” There were tears in my aunt’s eyes. I guess my collages with straws and bits of wrapping paper touched her heart. She used to keep them on the fridge, but that was a long time ago.
I laughed. “No. Much better.”
I hesitated about calling or messaging Adan. “I need him to drive back.”
But Aunt Ellie snatched the phone from my hand. “We’re going into town to meet Adan one night. He can return the gift then.”
“The anticipation will build during the week, and we’ll be excited when we get our hands on it.” Uncle Saul gathered the dirty dishes from the deck.
My mind went to Adan’s dick and me wrapping my fingers around it. I blushed and busied myself removing my shoes before taking my phone back. If my family could see where my thoughts were, they’d be… not shocked. Knowing them, they’d giggle.
You have my housewarming present, but we’ll collect it when we see you .
Adan replied seconds later. Did you want me to turn back?
How did he hear the text? Oh, maybe his text messages were displayed on the car’s dashboard.
No, but keep it safe, please .
I will .
My aunt and uncle wouldn’t allow me to clear the leftovers or stack the dishwasher. After showing me to my room, I unpacked and lay down. So much had happened since I woke up, and this was the first moment to myself.
I thought back to how much of a disaster my day would have been had Adan not helped me. Not just with the driving but his kindness.
Putting aside his generosity, I allowed my mind to wander to his engaging smile, how one corner of his mouth lifted, the dimple in his cheek and his enticing cologne. I concentrated on his face, expression, and aroma, but I wanted to go lower, much much lower, and imagine if he wore boxers or briefs, and if briefs, were they skimpy? Did he wear bright colors or boring black and gray?
Convinced Adan didn’t wear tighty whities, my breathing sped up as I pictured peeling his underwear down to reveal his huge cock. Sweat dotted my brow as my hand unbuttoned my pants and slid into my briefs. My length hardened. I gripped the shaft as it stiffened further and slid my palm from the base to the tip.
Arching my back, I pumped hard, wishing it was Adan who was jerking me off. Or had his mouth on me. My thoughts went to his cock and him flipping me over, me shoving my bare ass high in the air, offering him my hole. He’d probe it with a finger, maybe two, insert it up to the first knuckle, and I’d beg for more while pushing back and urging him to go deeper.
He’d finger-fuck me and then pull out, and I’d whimper and protest at the loss. But with his hands pressing into the soft flesh on my hips, Adan would ease my legs further apart and slide the tip of his dick inside me.
We’d both gasp, and I’d pant as I adjusted to his girth before he plowed into me. I’d groan as he filled me, and Adan would murmur how tight I was.
“Yes!” With my eyes closed, I tugged my cock as slick streamed onto my jeans.
“Braylon?”
Adan was murmuring my name as he fucked me hard, and I welcomed every thrust and joust.
“Are you okay?”
Why wouldn’t I be? I was going to come with Adan’s length inside me.
My breathing was coming in spurts and starts, and sweat mingled with slick.
“I heard you shout.”
Cum spurted from the slit as my body tremored, but the voice wasn’t Adan’s telling me how much he loved being inside me. With my hand still wrapped around my length, I yelled, “I’m-I’m… fine. Just streaming an episode of…”
My mind went blank.
“Okay. Come into the kitchen when you’re ready. I’ve made tea.”
Damn. Aunt Ellie had lived with pubescent me, and she was no fool. She’d be aware of exactly what I’d been doing. Embarrassing.
Thank gods this house had two bathrooms, and I scampered into mine and showered. I’d pretend I was grimy from the trip, which was true, and neither my aunt nor uncle would mention that I’d been jerking off.
We enjoyed the last few hours of daylight in the garden, weeding and planting shrubs. My phone was inside. I’d deliberately left it there, not wanting to check if Adan had messaged. But why would he? We’d agreed he’d keep the gift until we saw one another, and he’d let us know when that would be.
But damn it, I wanted to message him, but maybe that was too much, too soon. So he had to contact me, and I couldn’t hear my phone. I made one excuse, saying I had to pee. I refused to glance at my aunt and uncle in case they were sharing knowing looks. Or worse, smirking.
The second excuse was I needed water, but Uncle Saul thwarted that when he produced a water bottle. I counted the minutes in my head until I could be alone in my room with a naked imaginary Adan.
But I stopped myself because I was here to spend time with my family, the people who’d helped me be the person I was. I refused to ruin my stay by daydreaming about a guy I’d just met.
There were no messages when we came inside and nothing after I’d showered off the garden dirt. But as we finished dinner, the phone beeped. Two pairs of eyes were on me.
“It’s him!”
“It’s him,” they chorused.
“What does he say?” There was no pretense from my aunt, and her body was almost shimmering in anticipation.
“He says that it was serendipity how we met today.”
“Serendipity,” Uncle Saul repeated. “I’ve always loved that word. It sounds like its meaning.”
I repeated it and he was right. It didn’t roll off the tongue so much as glide.
“Anything else?”
“He has commitments Monday through Wednesday and Friday night after the conference has finished. But he can meet for dinner Thursday.”
Aunt Ellie clapped. “I can’t wait.” She slid a glance at her husband, and he gave a tiny shake of his head. “To get our present.”
“Nice save.” I laughed. “I know what you’re up to. I have marks on my back from your hands pushing me.”
She took my hands in hers. “I just want you to be happy, darling.”
“We both do,” my uncle chimed in.
Another text arrived. Can you talk? I’m eating in my room .
I hoped he was referring to dinner. Eating had now become a loaded word.
What are you eating? He might respond with a pic of his food. I’d prefer a photo of something else.
I can show you .