Chapter 14 #2
“I do,” he said as he bent to snag the corner of the white sheet and tug it off the sexy man beneath. “And just for that, I’m going to make you run with me before you get any of my—what was it?—fantastic ass.”
Brantley rolled to his back with a groan.
His flushed cock came into view, and Daniel licked his lips.
Fucking hell. He wanted to climb back into that bed and lick him all over, so he made himself look at Brantley’s face.
But the disheveled hair and early morning stubble lining his jaw did not help suppress that urge at all.
“I have to say, professor, I’m a huge fan of the silver.”
Brantley scoffed as he got up off the bed and went to walk past him. But Daniel took his arm and pulled him back so they were facing one another.
“I mean it. I love it at your temples and along your jaw line. But I really love it here,” he said as he ran his fingers over Brantley’s chest hair.
“I’m sure you do, but to me, it’s just a reminder that I’m—” Brantley stopped himself when he noticed the smug look on Daniel’s face. “You sneaky— You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Daniel pressed his lips to Brantley’s temple, where the silver strands were most visible through the warm chestnut, and whispered, “Yes, I did. I wanted an extra ten minutes to torment you. And don’t think I won’t be waiting for your next slip-up to add ten more.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re too smart for your own good?”
“Hmm. Actually, I had a professor who told me that once.” With a cocky-as-fuck smile, he let Brantley’s arm go and strolled over to the bureau to get dressed, or they would never get out the door for their run.
HALFWAY BACK TO his house, Brantley realized that Daniel had more than kept up with his running over the years. He must have added in weights and who the hell knew what else, because… damn, Daniel was a mass of sweat and muscle as Brantley powered up the beach alongside him.
With the morning sun beating down on the both of them, sweat ran down Brantley’s neck, and whenever he snuck a look at Daniel, which was more often than he would ever admit, he had to physically stop himself from grabbing him and dragging him to the ground.
Damn, when did I turn into a horny schoolboy with only one thing on his mind?
He usually had some semblance of control. But ever since he’d stepped out onto the Finleys’ balcony and gotten his first look at Daniel, his libido had reverted to when they’d first met.
Sneaking another look to his left, his eyes swept over Daniel’s white sleeveless shirt and red running shorts, and Brantley couldn’t miss the perspiration glistening on his brawny arms and legs. He was making it difficult to concentrate on running without an erection.
As they finally came to a stop at the base of the stairs leading to Brantley’s house, Daniel brought the hem of his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face in a move that was reminiscent of his younger self.
But the body under that shirt had changed into someone Brantley was still learning.
It was so odd to have such a blend of new and familiar. Odd but exciting.
“That’s some pretty serious ogling you’re doing there.”
He lifted his eyes to find Daniel staring at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Not changing your mind, are you?”
Brantley shook his head and then started up the stairs. “No. Was just thinking…”
Brantley wasn’t sure how he knew, but he was positive as Daniel followed behind that his eyes were glued to his ass.
“About…”
Once they’d reached the top of the stairs, they crossed over to the back door. Sliding it open, Brantley stepped inside, and was about to answer when Daniel caught his arms and pulled him flush against him.
“Not gonna tell me?”
The hard-on he’d been trying to avoid during his run finally rose to full mast as Daniel massaged his own cock against the crack of his ass.
“No,” Brantley said as Daniel walked them farther into the house and up against one of his walls. “I think I’ll keep that for myself.”
“Fair enough, but don’t mind me when I tell you that running with you again was a total fucking turn-on.” Then Daniel whispered, “Hands up.”
Brantley didn’t even think twice before he raised his hands, and Daniel drew his shirt off him and tossed it on the ground.
As a tongue tickled the nape of his neck, Brantley reached into his shorts and gripped his cock.
He drew his fist up the stiff length, and when teeth bit down into his shoulder, he thrust his ass back.
“Fuck yeah,” Daniel said, and Brantley felt his fingers slip into the waist of his shorts and draw them down his hip.
“Tell me something, Brantley,” he said in his ear as he shoved the shorts to just under his ass.
“I know that I’ve never had the pleasure, but how long has it been since someone’s been inside you? ”
Oh hell. It’d been a while—that was for damn sure. And the thought of Daniel taking him that way had Brantley clamping a fist around his dick to stop himself from coming. Shit . If Daniel didn’t stop talking like that, their hot little moment would all be over quicker than Brantley would like.
What was it about Daniel that put such a hold over him?
He’d never been able to work that out, and ultimately, that was why he’d given in to his feelings in the first place.
Because whenever Daniel was near, it was as if every nerve in his body came alive.
No one before or since had made him feel that way.
“I have to tell you, I’m trying to take this slow—you know, the whole let-us-get-comfortable-with-one-another-again.
But fuck, it’s hard —so damn hard. When all I can think about is the first time I’m going to slide inside you and how deep I’ll have to go so I’ll forget what it was like when I wasn’t a part of you. ”
When Daniel slipped a finger down to tease the top of his crack, Brantley had no trouble imagining the man behind him fucking him senseless.
In fact, he was hard-pressed to decide what he wanted more: to fuck Daniel or be fucked by him.
And just as he was about to tell him that, the familiar sound of an upbeat pop song blasted throughout the house.
Daniel froze with one hand on his ass and his mouth against Brantley’s ear. “Well, that’s certainly not my phone,” he said as he brought his palm up and pressed it between Brantley’s shoulder blades. “Where is it?”
What? How was Brantley supposed to remember where his phone was when his brain was busy thinking about Daniel putting his cock where his finger had just been? And, more to the point, why would he care?
“Brantley?” Daniel said against his ear. “ Where is your phone?”
Brantley licked his lips and shut his eyes. Think, think. Where the hell did I leave it? “Umm…”
As the club anthem continued on a loop, he swore that as soon as he could, he would find his damn phone and direct all calls to voicemail after the second ring.
“On the couch…I think.”
“Good,” Daniel said, and as he stepped away, Brantley almost shouted in frustration. He was going to kill Jordan, because that was exactly who was at the other end of that ringtone.
He pulled his shorts up while Daniel walked over to his couch. When he picked the phone up, he smirked at the screen and then raised those cocky eyes to Brantley where he was slumped back against the wall.
“We’ll count this as your ten minutes of torment, shall we? You can thank your friend for that later.” Then Daniel hit the answer button and brought the phone to his ear. “Jordan, how nice of you to call. Or should I still call you Professor Devaney? How are you this morning?”