16. Brandon #2
He’d done a lot of scary things in the past, including playing in the NHL. This, a drawing that was happening in his own home, by a person he trusted, had to be less scary than the NHL.
He lifted off the couch just enough to slide his boxers off, carelessly dropping them on the couch next to him.
“Fuck. I might need a moment,” Gabe joked. “I’ll turn in the other drawings, but I’ll keep these private, if that makes you feel any better.”
“It does,” Brandon said. Gabe’s classmates went to the same school as Brandon, obviously, and while Brandon was an online student and would likely never meet any of them, nor would a drawing of his dick be recognizable to anyone, he still had some feelings.
“You ready?”
Brandon nodded, and Gabe got back to work. One of the accessories Brandon bought him for his iPad was a screen protector that made it feel like drawing on paper instead of glass, and the tapping and scraping of his pencil on the screen filled the apartment.
Now that he’d started getting hard, he wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing, that he was still kind of hard or that he wasn’t fully hard. Gabe’s gaze felt like a physical touch, but it was just cold enough in the room that Brandon probably wouldn’t get fully hard with his mind alone.
“Tell me if this is crossing a line,” Gabe said. He’d been drawing Brandon naked—presumably with a focus on his dick—for ten minutes. “Sometimes I get wrapped up in an idea and do a bad job at risk assessment.”
“Okay…”
“How would you feel about touching yourself for me?” His voice automatically dipped deeper, and Brandon’s cock twitched. “You’ve got such lovely hands… But feel free to say no if I’m being weird.”
Brandon didn’t know what to say. He knew what he wanted to do, though. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around his semihard erection and gave himself one long stroke.
“Jesus,” Gabe sighed, eyes glued to Brandon’s hand as it moved over his cock.
“Do you just want me to get hard?”
“I don’t know. Maybe keep going? You don’t have to put on a show or anything. Just do it however you do it when you’re alone.”
Just like before, when he completely forgot how to sit on a couch, Brandon was suddenly frozen. What did he like? How did he do this?
He kept his movements slow to keep himself from coming immediately. This was easily the most erotic moment of his life, and Gabe didn’t even have a hand on him.
“You’re doing great,” Gabe said, leaning so far forward in the chair as he drew, he looked like he was going to fall out of it.
“Are you doing okay?” Brandon asked, voice raspy. He was trying so fucking hard not to moan. “You look like you’re going to end up face-first on the carpet.”
“I guess my eyes aren’t as good as they were ten years ago.” He laughed, sounding awkward for the first time that afternoon.
“Do you want to…come closer?”
Gabe’s eye contact burned through him, and he couldn’t help himself but let out a soft moan as his fingers came up to play with the tip of his cock.
Gabe had to adjust himself, eyes still locked on Brandon’s cock. He pulled the chair closer, until his knees could nearly touch Brandon’s, which were spread wide open. It was vulnerable to be on display like this. He knew people did it all the time, but he never had before.
He used his free hand to push his hair off his forehead, giving it a tug for the jolt of pain, momentarily forgetting that Gabe was right between his legs, practically.
“Fuck, I want a hundred hours with you just like this. I want to capture every fucking second of this,” he said, drawing frantically.
Brandon dropped his hand from his shaft to his balls to give them a firm tug and heard the breath Gabe let out, more than halfway to a moan but not quite there.
“Can you, uh, keep doing that,” Gabe asked, and dutifully, Brandon kept his hand on his balls.
His cock leaked at the tip, and he couldn’t decide if the situation was engaging or distracting.
He kept tugging at his balls as he watched Gabe’s tongue flick over his lips again.
Gabe’s eyes were on the fingers curled around Brandon’s balls, and Brandon’s eyes were on Gabe’s mouth—soft pink lips, the tip of his tongue stuck out the side when he was concentrating on something.
Brandon had never had a blowjob before, but he couldn’t help but think about what Gabe’s mouth would feel like.
“Okay, I think I got what I need there.” Gabe’s voice was barely above a whisper. Brandon wrapped his hand around his hard cock again, his breath coming heavier.
“Gabe, I’m getting close.” He hadn’t thought about actually coming in front of Gabe. He didn’t know what to do.
“Do you want me to leave or can I watch?”
“You can watch,” Brandon said, horny enough to be brave.
He found Gabe’s eyes again as he jerked himself faster.
After a lifetime of feeling invisible, Gabe’s eyes on him felt good, his attention sharp on every little thing Brandon was doing.
He was alive with connection. He got so caught up in how good it felt that he stopped focusing on being quiet, finally letting out a moan as he came, head tipping back as his come streaked over his stomach and hand.
His heaving breath was the loudest thing in the room, and when he finally looked back up at Gabe, he saw him massaging himself over his jeans.
“I don’t know how to react appropriately to this,” he said, dropping his iPad to the carpet next to him. His mouth was hanging open.
“I guess it’s only fair if you…” Brandon suggested, reaching for his underwear to wipe the come off his hand.
Gabe nodded and slid his sweats and boxers down, hard cock slapping against his stomach as he freed it. It was far from the first time Brandon had seen another man’s cock, but he’d never seen one like this, hard, during a sexual interaction.
“That looks good,” he said. He didn’t have other words for it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Gabe’s dick.
“Do you want to touch?” Gabe offered. His expression was soft, showing Brandon how good he felt already.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, if you want. Go for it.”
Brandon got off the couch and directly onto his knees, closing the short distance between the two of them.
“Fuck, here,” Gabe said, pushing his sweats and boxers the rest of the way off, leaving Brandon sitting on his heels between Gabe’s legs. “No pressure if you’re not ready?—”
Brandon wrapped a hand around Gabe’s erection, the soft skin hot in his hand. He didn’t feel exactly like Brandon felt in his own hand, but a dick was a dick. It wasn’t rocket science.
He stroked Gabe, eyes flicking up to his face and down to his cock in an echo of the way Gabe’s eyes moved while drawing. He understood the urge to take it all in, to make this moment permanent.
“Just like that,” Gabe sighed, body relaxed into the chair as Brandon stroked him.
When their eyes met, Brandon felt it in his chest—the overwhelming urge to keep Gabe, to hold him, to make him stay in Iowa by some miracle of scheduling and money.
He had money. Gabe could do online school. Skylar could move out…
Gabe moaned, hips snapping up into Brandon’s grip, and his thoughts dissolved. He tightened his grip, speeding up, eyes on Gabe’s face as he came, his eyes shut tight, one hand covering his mouth, only slightly muffling the sounds he made .
Brandon let Gabe slip out of his grip and sat back on his heels. His hand, which still had remnants of his own orgasm he hadn’t wiped off all the way, was now covered in even more come.
Gabe finally looked at him, a soft, happy smile on his face, and Brandon felt a wave of shame and embarrassment. He didn’t know where it came from or what to do with it, but he knew it felt bad.
“Hey, you okay?” Gabe asked, leaning close to Brandon. Brandon wanted to kiss him. Kissing him would fix things, right?
“I’m fine. Good,” he lied.
“Did you have fun? I have to admit, that is not how figure drawing usually goes for me.”
That surprised Brandon enough that he forgot he was sitting in the middle of his living room completely naked, kneeling in front of a man he liked a lot.
“You draw all those dicks and then you don’t…do something about it afterward?”
“I don’t actually draw the explicit stuff from life.
Usually photos or videos. This is the first time I’ve done this.
Though uh, yeah, I do usually do something about it after I’m done.
Just alone.” He laughed but was leveling Brandon with a heavy look.
“You’re not just some guy in a long line of sexy figure models I draw all the time. ”
“Okay,” Brandon said, fighting how much he wanted to curl into himself.
“Let’s get cleaned up, and then I’ll show you what I drew.”
Gabe pulled him onto his feet, and he grabbed his dirty boxers and his sweats and followed Gabe into the bathroom.
Gabe got the water in the sink running hot and found a couple of washcloths.
He gave one to Brandon, who tried to keep his eyes on himself as he cleaned up.
It was almost impossible to ignore what Gabe was doing next to him.
They put clean clothes on, and Brandon took a moment to himself in his room while Gabe went to get his iPad.
He liked Gabe. He trusted Gabe. There was legitimate friendship there.
And Brandon never thought that the first time he did anything sexy with another man, he’d be doing it before he’d even been kissed.
“C’mere,” Gabe said when Brandon poked his head out of his room. Gabe was on the couch, pencil in hand again as he kept working on his drawings. Gabe had returned the furniture to the correct spots, and he was under the blanket that Brandon just put his bare ass on.
“I’m nervous,” Brandon said, sitting next to him. The drawing Gabe was working on was one of the first ones, with Brandon’s underwear still on. There were so few lines, especially in his face, and Gabe was still able to capture him. It was magic.
“Thank you for trusting me,” Gabe said, hitting a back button to display a screen full of thumbnails of drawings.
He tapped a different one, where he’d drawn multiple different, smaller drawings, quick motions once again revealing something so intimate about Brandon.
These must have been his warmups, based on the poses Brandon was sitting in. Then he opened a different file.
The sketches were messy, quick, and alive with a bright energy the others hadn’t had.
Most of them were pretty focused on Brandon’s hand on his cock, but there was one of Brandon’s full body, spread out on the couch, head tipped back.
His hand was in his hair, and he had a jolt of embarrassment that he’d pulled his own hair in front of Gabe.
And then another jolt of embarrassment when he thought about how he’d sat there and masturbated in front of Gabe.
“I cannot explain how much I fucking loved drawing you,” Gabe said, his voice borderline in awe. He zoomed in on a messy sketch of Brandon’s hand on his balls, and jeez, that was an angle he’d never seen of himself. “You have the most beautiful body.”
“Thank you,” he said stiffly. It had felt so good to see the way Gabe looked at him while he was drawing. He loved anything Gabe drew. There was still something buzzing under his skin from getting to touch him. Something that felt incomplete. Something that wanted more.
But maybe Gabe was right. Maybe it wasn’t special. Maybe it was just the first time he’d ever had a connection with someone.