Chapter Fifteen
Archie
Archie couldn’t remember the last time a first date had left him feeling this lit up, like someone had flipped a switch inside him. Usually, he was trying too hard and quietly wishing for the check. Stilted small talk, polite laughter, that slow, dreadful sinking into incompatibility.
But tonight had been different.
The evening had flowed. Like a song he didn’t know he knew, the lyrics familiar in his bones before he’d even heard them.
Now they were back at home, beers in hand, the couch creaking under the weight of everything left unspoken.
The unfamiliar surroundings of Archie’s new home, with its quiet streets and echoing hallways, shouldn’t have grounded him so soon after moving in.
Yet, this was his space. His safe, familiar post-date decompression zone.
Brogan was here. And somehow, Brogan fit.
Of course, he fit. It was his home. But it was Archie’s now too.
Brogan sat like he belonged next to him.
Like this was the next logical step. One arm tossed along the back of the couch; his body tilted just enough toward Archie to make the space between them buzz.
Archie tried not to stare, but damn, the way the lamplight hit Brogan’s cheekbones was criminal.
And that sexy smile? Yeah, it was doing things.
His cock shifted inside his slacks, begging to come out to play.
Archie took a swig of his beer, mostly to keep from blurting, “You’re beautiful and I’m deeply unprepared for this level of attraction.”
“For the record,” Archie said, casual as he could fake, “I had a fantastic time tonight.”
Brogan looked over, and damn if his eyes didn’t crinkle just a little when he smiled. “Yeah? Same here.”
Simple. Uncomplicated. But the way he said it felt like something heavier under the surface, like he meant it. Of course he meant it. He wouldn’t have asked him to move back in if he didn’t want him here.
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was full. Charged. Archie met his gaze, and neither of them looked away. The pause stretched long enough to make his heart and cock start doing tricks.
Then Brogan’s eyes dropped, slowly and deliberately, to his mouth.
Oh. Oh, hell.
Archie’s pulse kicked. He could’ve pulled back. Made a joke. Broken the tension. That was his usual move. But not tonight.
Tonight, he didn’t want to deflect.
So he stayed right there. Letting the air thrum between them. Letting himself want.
Brogan leaned in slowly. No pressure, no assumptions. Just an offer.
Archie met him halfway.
The kiss was a brush—just the barest press of lips. Soft. Searching. Beer breath and something sweet he couldn’t name. Brogan made a low, satisfied sound in his throat, and it knocked every single thought straight out of Archie’s brain.
He deepened the kiss without even thinking, one hand gripping Brogan’s shirt like it was the only thing tethering him to the planet. Brogan responded with fingers in Archie’s hair, tugging, teasing, tilting his head until it was just perfect. Damn, this felt good. Too good.
When they finally pulled apart, Archie was breathing like he’d sprinted across town.
Brogan’s lips were pink, his cheeks flushed, and he looked at Archie like he was something. Like he was someone worth looking at that way.
“That was really freaking hot.”
Archie laughed, surprised and a little breathless. He brushed his thumb along Brogan’s jaw, soaking in the moment. “You think so?”
“I know so,” Brogan replied, a little grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And…I’m glad you’re here beside me so I can touch you.”
That caught Archie off guard in the best way—because it wasn’t a line. It wasn’t prepared.
It was honest.
“Yeah,” Archie murmured, “me too.”
Another kiss. Slower this time. Drawn out and deep, all heat and trust and possibility.
Archie ended up in Brogan’s lap somehow, legs tangled, hands pressed to his chest, his mouth trailing kisses along the edge of his jaw. Brogan’s hands were everywhere, careful and hungry, steady and trembling, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to worship or devour.
They weren’t in a hurry. But they weren’t exactly dragging their feet, either.
Brogan made a low, involuntary noise when Archie kissed just below his ear. “Shit. We should—”
Archie didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. He just hummed against Brogan’s skin, grinning like a menace.
“Christ,” Brogan gasped. “We might—uh—take this somewhere a little less…vertical.”
Archie leaned back, smug and a little dizzy. “You suggesting your bed, Brogan?”
“I’m suggesting we don’t end up horizontal on the coffee table, which is approximately three inches from my tailbone right now.”
Archie chuckled. “So that’s a no to making out dangerously close to furniture? That’s very anti-thrill-seeking of you.”
Brogan stood, tugging Archie with him. “No,” he said firmly. “That’s a yes to you coming to my bed right now. I just—I suck at being smooth. I never know what to say. I always overthink this part.”
Archie’s heart softened. “Hey. I was hoping for an invitation to your bedroom since, you know, it’s off limits.”
That earned him a look. All fondness and disbelief and please don’t disappear. “Not anymore.”
Brogan led the way, flipping on a lamp in the bedroom for a soft glow. Enough to see each other. Enough to feel seen.
They stood there for a moment, neither of them moving, the weight of it all hanging gently in the air.
“Are you overthinking?” Archie whispered, teasing.
Brogan exhaled. The tension in his shoulders dropped like a stone. “Yeah, yeah. Get over here.”
They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter, lightness quickly giving way to heat again. Clothes disappeared piece by piece, punctuated by soft groans and hushed praise. Touches turned from curious to certain. Kisses turned molten.
Somewhere between the tangled sheets and whispered names, Archie realized he felt safe. Not just physically. Not just in the “this is nice” way. Safe, like being wanted. Like he didn’t have to be anyone but exactly who he was, right here, right now.
A tender caress of Brogan’s finger across his upper lip revealed the softness of fresh growth.
He approached Archie with surprising tenderness, his touch feather-light.
. Brogan trailed kisses down his cheek, each one sending shivers down Archie’s spine.
His lips were soft, kind, and loving. Archie savored the gentle pressure of his tender kisses.
He so wanted to kiss him with deep passion, but that pain he didn’t want or need. Brogan was surprisingly nurturing.
Brogan took Archie’s erection into his mouth. The tip of Brogan’s tongue caught what was now a thin thread of pre-cum and he swallowed it, then touched the tip of Archie’s cock before taking the head into his mouth again.
“That feels so good,” Archie moaned.
Brogan eagerly took a few more inches of him into his wet mouth.
His mouth felt so warm and gentle. His teeth never went near his cock.
He aggressively took control by pushing Archie’s cock deep into his throat.
Archie couldn’t move his arms or legs, but with only slight force, he could break free.
Just as he was ready to explode in Brogan’s mouth, he withdrew, and his fingers squeezed the bottom of Archie’s shaft to prevent him from coming.
“Damn it. What the hell are you doing to me?” Frustrated with Brogan’s edging for only a moment, Archie wanted more of this type of power play with Brogan.
“I want to see if you like this type of play,” Brogan said.
“I love how you play with me.” Brogan’s playful nature kept him constantly alert, ensuring their time in bed would never be dull. Little did he know connecting with Brogan would bring so much hot fun.
“Good.” Brogan sucked the length of Archie’s shaft and on to his soft balls. With his mouth open, he engulfed his entire length, as if he were marking his territory. In no time at all, Archie erupted into Brogan’s mouth. Archie grunted.
“Fuck! I came so hard. Is that from the edging?” Archie asked.
Brogan nodded. “You look so hot right now.”
“You made me feel so good.”
In this intimate moment, Brogan’s muscular arms encircled Archie, providing a sense of protection and safety.
Archie nestled his head against Brogan’s chest, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Each touch, each gentle stroke, carried a silent message of unwavering care and affection.
As they cuddled, Archie felt Brogan’s warmth against his skin, finding comfort in the tender embrace.
Their bond was already so strong, a comforting warmth banished Archie’s fears of Brogan and his own inner turmoil.
It was a moment of rest, where they could find peace and love in each other’s arms and know that everything would be alright.
“Do you want me inside you?” Brogan asked.
“Please.”
“Can I fuck you hard?” Brogan took a condom from the nightstand beside the bed, put it on, and lubed himself.
“Do it.” Archie begged.
“Get on all fours.”
Archie quickly responded to Brogan’s command. His heart pounded in his chest. He didn’t want to wait a moment longer. He wanted to feel Brogan. All of him inside of him.
“Spread those legs a little more.”
As soon as Archie was in position, Brogan kissed Archie’s ass cheeks.
He lubed his opening and used his lubed fingers with to stretch his opening.
When he finished playing with two fingers and hitting his prostate, Brogan kissed Archie’s cute cheeks again, then he pressed his cock into Archie’s opening and grunted. Brogan was as eager as he was.
Archie forced himself to relax as Brogan’s cock passed the ring of muscle and grazed his prostate. Brogan alternated between long strokes and short. He reached for Archie’s cock and stroked it while his thrusts became deeper and faster.
Archie felt the burn, but he also knew once the burn passed, all the good would come. He needed it. He needed to feel the man he wanted inside him. His cock wanted to enjoy it too.
Brogan took him hard, slamming into him. Archie listened to Brogan’s heavy breathing and then the panting as he neared his climax.
“Ahh—I’m coming! Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming so hard.” His sounds prompted Archie to release his cum into Brogan’s hand.
After a moment, Brogan pulled out of him and threw his used condom into the small trash can beside the bed. Archie collapsed onto his stomach.
Brogan shifted Archie to snuggle into his arms, kissing him.
“I love this cuddling with you,” Brogan whispered.