Chapter 5
Holden
Bryce left and Holden sat down on the floor with his back against the door, his legs bent, and his forehead pressed against his knees. What the fuck had he just done and why had it been so fucking hot?
He sat there for at least twenty minutes, alternating between staring up at the ceiling and staring at the wall before remembering he was too old to sit on the floor that long.
Holden got up and threw the condom away, then collapsed on his couch with a groan.
The whole encounter with Bryce had been hotter than he’d expected.
Sure, he’d found Merrick’s brother attractive, and he knew from the flirting at lunch the two of them had been working toward fucking.
It was the state of the fucking he hadn’t expected, was all.
His phone vibrated and he knew without looking it was a message from Bryce, but he pulled it out anyway to read the contents.
It was a picture, Bryce with a tired smile and flushed cheeks, head resting on a pillow with his arm folded back behind his head.
Bryce
Not that you asked, but I got home safe.
Can we do that again sometime?
Like immediately?
You can’t even shut up over text message, can you?
Bryce sent him the “Sssh” emoji, and Holden rolled his eyes.
I felt like I talked less at your house.
Don’t you agree?
Yeah
And you…you talked a bit more.
Yeah
Can I come back over tomorrow?
Holden had no real reason why that would be a bad idea, at least, no reason short of all the reasons.
The big reason, the main reason—Bryce was Merrick’s brother.
Merrick was his co-worker. He spent four days a week with less than twenty feet between them.
If something went south between him and Bryce, Merrick would certainly hear about it and Holden didn’t want things at work to get weird.
He liked his job, he liked the shop, and more importantly, he liked his boss.
Riggs was a good man, quiet, but not as quiet as Holden.
Riggs was reserved where Holden was standoffish, but he was smart and he was an amazing artist. Holden didn’t want to do anything to mess up his spot at the shop.
I don’t know
Come on. That was hot.
I can’t believe you…fuck.
That was unfair, because Holden’s curiosity was piqued.
Can’t believe I what?
I wanted to have cum inside of me and you made it happen.
A sharp heat sparked to life in Holden’s balls, and he swallowed hard, trying to fight the arousal that kindled to life inside of him at the memory.
He had no idea what had come over him with Bryce.
Not only did he play into what was obviously a breeding kink, but he’d eaten Bryce’s ass and put Bryce’s own cum inside of him to help him feel some of that pleasure he’d been after.
Holden hadn’t thought much about it at the time.
The move seemed like something they’d both enjoy, and apparently that choice had paid off.
How deep does that fantasy go for you?
I don’t know about having this conversation over text
Do you have headphones?
He regretted the question as soon as he sent it, but he regretted it more thirty seconds later when his phone rang, Bryce’s name flashing across his screen. It was a FaceTime call and he answered it, shoving his hair out of his eyes when Bryce’s face filled the screen.
“Where are you?” Holden asked, the background different from the bed Bryce had sent him a picture from.
Bryce angled the phone toward the shower, water streaming down, then to a closed bathroom door and back to himself.
“Running interference,” he said softly.
This was such a bad idea.
“Is your brother awake?”
“He’s drawing in the living room. I don’t think he would have heard me in the guest room, but I didn’t want to risk it.”
“Probably better.”
Bryce adjusted one of his earbuds and gave a little wiggle.
“Are you sitting on the toilet?” Holden asked.
“The lid is closed.”
Holden nodded, then asked again, “How deep does the fantasy go, Bryce?”
“Probably about as deep as the need to hear you moan my name into my ear when you come,” Bryce admitted. “Which as of two seconds ago is extraordinarily deep.”
Holden scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s dramatic.”
“It’s true.”
“Be honest,” Holden said.
Bryce’s playful smile turned almost somber, his stare working across Holden’s face before he answered, “Pretty deep, I think.”
Holden wouldn’t consider himself kinky, but he also had never considered himself not kinky.
Sex for him had always been something exploratory and fun, and if that came with spanking or role playing or handcuffs, then that was the law of the land.
He’d never really felt dominant or submissive or anything like that, but sometimes the idea of being one or the other was appealing to him.
With Bryce, for example, he did enjoy telling him what to do.
And he liked when Bryce did it.
But Bryce could flirt aggressively, and he had done so in the shop, and Holden liked that too.
“Do you feel comfortable telling me?”
Bryce scrubbed a hand down his face and gave a slight shake of his head. “Try again.”
“Tell me,” Holden said.
Bryce swallowed audibly, and that time, he nodded. “It’s not like I want to get pregnant. I don’t…don’t need to have that sort of talk.”
Holden bit his tongue to stop himself from interrupting, from supposing, from guessing.
“But I do like the talk of it, of being filled,” Bryce whispered, stare flickering between the phone and the door across from him. “I liked how you tried to make that happen tonight.”
Eating ass was not a hardship; neither was filling a hole with cum. It had been quite a while since Holden had taken anyone raw and there was no real reason for him to do that with Bryce, and yet…
“If you get tested,” he said, “If we both do.”
“Would you?”
“Get tested?” he asked.
“Come inside of me.” Bryce paused, licked his lips.
“Yeah,” Holden rasped. “Yes.”
Just thinking about it made him painfully hard, and he reached down to adjust himself, but Bryce noticed the movement and his earlier curious smile flashed back to life.
“Oh, you like the idea of it?” he teased.
“I also like the idea of coming in your throat,” he shot back.
“I think I just…” Bryce went quiet.
“Tell me.”
“I’d like that too,” he said. “In me, on me…I like all of it.”
Holden’s muscles clenched, and he nodded. “I’ll make a note.”
“What about you?” Bryce asked. “What do you like?”
There wasn’t much Holden didn’t like when it came to sex. Bryce had been right earlier to call out how much he talked in the moment. Sex was a safe space for him.
“I like the idea of coming inside of you until you’re bursting with it,” he admitted, and it was true.
“A pleaser, then.”
“I also like the idea of taping your mouth shut so you can’t talk.”
Bryce worried his lower lip. “Would you come in my mouth first?”
Holden’s reaction was visceral—a full body tremor that rocked through every muscle so violently he had no choice but to physically feel each twitch and wait until it passed.
“That looks like a yes,” Byrce murmured.
Holden reached into his pants and grabbed his cock, stroking his length a couple of times to try and ease back some of his arousal. His touch had the opposite effect, and his hand didn’t stop moving.
“That’s definitely a yes,” Bryce said. “Show me. Let me watch.”
Holden propped the phone on his coffee table with the screen angled up toward the couch.
He needed both hands, one to reach into his pants and cradle his balls, the other to continue the overhanded assault on his cock.
Bryce stayed quiet and attentive while Holden jerked off.
The silence undoubtedly gave them both time to imagine their ideal scenarios with the other.
While he held his sac, Holden thought about coming in Bryce’s mouth, against his teeth, then gagging him into silence.
He didn’t know if he would want to use underwear or a gag or tape, but as his mind cycled through the options, he settled on Bryce’s underwear, which in that fantasy were dark and soaked with precum.
Once Bryce was choking on cum and quiet, Holden would get himself hard again.
He would make Bryce watch, or better yet, he would make Bryce do it for him.
Once ready, he would fuck Bryce, he would come inside of him, and he wouldn’t stop.
Holden was getting older, but he had stamina.
He would figure out how to find another orgasm, to find more cum.
He would fuck Bryce until he was leaking.
He would make Bryce reach between his legs and feel how swollen his hole was.
He would have Bryce push the cum back into his body so he didn’t lose it so soon after earning it.
In the end, it was the way Bryce looked in Holden’s head that sent him over the edge.
Yes, Bryce was right there on the phone, looking as delicious as he had at the house, but Holden imagined him sweaty and flushed, desperate and moaning.
The Bryce in his brain was in another galaxy for how far gone on pleasure he was and Holden was right there behind him.
He came fast and hard, thick ropes of cum shooting up his stomach and his chest. On the phone, Bryce whimpered, and Holden looked down in time to see Bryce’s arm flying off screen for a handful of seconds before going still.
Bryce bit his lips hard and threw his head back.
Holden’s cock was still spurting when he watched Bryce paint the underside of his chin with his own release.
The two of them didn’t say anything for a long while after that. They looked at each other, though, stares locked while they caught their breath. Eventually, Bryce smiled at him, a quiet laugh filtering out of the phone and straight into Holden’s ears.
“I’m really glad I met you,” Bryce said.
Holden groaned, scratching the back of his neck.
A sharp bang through the phone startled them both, and then Merrick’s voice rang out, “You’re using all my hot water!”
“Fuck off!” Bryce shouted back.
The interruption might as well have been a bucket of cold water over the top of Holden’s head.
He tucked his dick back into his pants and grabbed his phone.
He knew getting involved with Bryce in any capacity was a bad idea, but he wasn’t sure he could say no.
The attraction between them was incendiary, and that was maybe part of the problem. Or part of the appeal.
“Your brother can’t know,” Holden said simply.
“I know. But I’m not going to let him stop me from having this.”
Holden tapped his finger and thumb together, cum spiderwebbing across his knuckles. There was something heady in being wanted, he realized. Not just in being the one doing the wanting.
Bryce wanted him.
For whatever reason, maybe only because he was nice to look at and Bryce wasn’t supposed to be looking at him.
Maybe that was enough for now.
On the other end of the call, Bryce set his phone on the vanity and stripped out of his clothes. He didn’t put his headphones back in, but he angled his head toward the shower and Holden understood.
He nodded.
Bryce mouthed the word tomorrow, and then the screen went black as the call disconnected.
Holden’s home screen wallpaper was a drawing he’d done a few weeks before, nothing fancy, just a yellow rose with thick petals and a coral swirl in the background.
It had reminded him of the song he’d been listening to on his way home from work and he’d wanted to remember the feeling of having his windows down with the warm summer air blowing through his hair.
Sometimes, it felt like anything was possible.
Sometimes, it felt like Bryce could be possible.