Chapter 7
Holden
At six fifteen, Holden got a text message from Bryce. It was a picture of a printout from the clinic giving Bryce a clean bill of health. He’d sent a second message with an eggplant emoji and a string of the splash ones. Holden groaned and turned his phone face down on the counter.
“Everything good?” Merrick asked from his booth.
Holden swallowed down a second groan. “Everything is fine,” he said.
Merrick was silent for five blessed seconds before he spoke again, “Do you think you could show my brother around town?”
There was no stopping the groan that time, and Holden rolled his stool as far away from Merrick as he could reach.
He, of course, took no issue with the prospect of showing Bryce anything.
He took issue with Merrick knowing about it, orchestrating it…
directing it. Bryce was his own person, and Merrick’s incessant yammering and prodding about his brother had already started to sound like interference.
Merrick had spent the whole day talking about his brother, about what Bryce did for fun, what he did for work, how he couldn’t draw.
It made Holden feel…he wasn’t sure.
Uncomfortable, maybe.
If he wanted to get to know Bryce outside of the bedroom, he wanted to do it on his terms, or on their own terms. He hated the way Merrick spoon-fed everyone within earshot information about a man who wasn’t even in the room, coloring their opinions about Bryce before he even had a chance to make his own impressions.
“Isn’t he old enough to not need a keeper?” Holden asked.
“He doesn’t have any friends here.”
“He’s been here for thirty hours.”
“You know what I mean,” Merrick argued, letting off the power on his machine so he could be better heard. He glanced at his client. “My brother just got into town yesterday. He doesn’t know anyone.”
“I gathered,” Merrick’s client said, not bothering to even look up from the game on her phone.
She shoved the second earbud into her ear, and Holden couldn’t stop himself from laughing under his breath about how effective the technique was at shutting Merrick up.
Unfortunately, removing herself from the equation meant Merrick only had him and Riggs to talk at, and Riggs was so intensely focused on work, the building could have been on fire and he wouldn’t have noticed.
“Just let him settle in a bit before you start to meddle,” Holden suggested.
He’d finished with his client just after six and didn’t have anything on the books for the rest of the night.
He and Bryce hadn’t set a specific time, and as the minutes crept on, Holden felt himself getting antsy.
He and Bryce had talked about a lot of things, in person and on the phone, and it wasn’t that Holden couldn’t back up the talk, it was… he’d never had a chance to before.
“If I give you his number, will you text him?” Merrick asked.
“Absolutely not.”
There was something to be said as well about the thrill of whatever this thing with Bryce was turning out to be.
Holden wasn’t ashamed of his bisexuality or of any past—or future—promiscuity, but there was something decidedly exciting about having Bryce as a secret.
He wasn’t sure if Merrick would be upset to find out Holden was sleeping with his younger brother, but he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t be.
Holden also had no interest in finding out because whatever was happening between him and Bryce was far from serious, and he got the impression Merrick would absolutely try to make it serious.
“He doesn’t know anyone here,” Merrick repeated.
“He talks as much as you, so I’m sure it won’t take him long to make a friend.”
Holden typed out a quick message on his phone to let Bryce know he was leaving work.
He ignored whatever Merrick said in response to him and instead told the other man goodbye.
He knocked elbows with Riggs, then grabbed his stuff and left.
On his way to the car, he pulled up a copy of his most recent test results and sent them in a reply text to Bryce.
You’re the only person I’ve been with since these came in.
Bryce responded quickly.
You went a whole week without it? Impressive.
Holden ignored the taunt, appreciating how twice in two days was a dramatic departure from his month-long slump.
Bryce didn’t even know how long it had been for him.
Not that it mattered. He would tell Bryce if he asked.
Was that maybe the sort of conversation they should be having considering the roleplaying they were planning to do together?
Holden wasn’t sure, but any decent thoughts went out of his brain entirely when he got home and found Bryce already there and waiting, leaning against his front door with his arms folded in front of his chest and his eyes closed.
“Can I help you?” Holden murmured, boxing Bryce in against the door and reaching around him to get his key into the lock.
“I hope so,” Bryce said without opening his eyes. He angled his neck upward and Holden pressed a wet kiss against the corded muscle.
The lock disengaged, and the two of them stumbled inside.
They both took off their shoes, and Holden kicked the door closed.
He dropped his keys on the floor and immediately put his hands on Bryce, who groaned and smashed their bodies, and their mouths, together.
God, this man was so fucking hot, so horny, so ready.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I left,” Bryce whispered into Holden’s mouth while his fingers tugged mindlessly at his shirt.
“Is that so?”
“I’ve been desperate to get you naked.”
Holden hummed, pulling his shirt off and tossing it onto the floor.
He walked Bryce backward to his bed, dropping his knee between Bryce’s legs when they both went down on top of the sheets.
Bryce scooted back, struggling out of his shirt and fighting with the fly on his jeans.
Holden batted his hands away and kissed Bryce’s chest, then lower and lower.
He made Bryce’s pants his responsibility, his underwear next, then his socks.
All of it discarded on the floor and Bryce naked on his bed, hard and leaking.
“Please let me see you,” Bryce begged, jerking his chin toward Holden’s belt.
He climbed back off the bed and loosened his pants, opening them before taking them off. He tugged down the waistband of his black boxer briefs, showing Bryce a nest of dark curls and the base of his thickening shaft.
Bryce cursed under his breath and Holden stroked himself in his underwear, making sure to smear precum across as much of the material as he could manage.
He stripped out of his pants and his socks, but crawled back onto the bed with his underwear still in place.
He knee-walked up to Bryce’s face and rubbed his underwear-covered cock across the man’s chin, grunting in pleasure when Bryce’s hungry mouth tried to chase after him.
“Settle,” Holden warned, tucking the waistband of his underwear behind his cock and balls. He tapped his tip on Bryce’s nose before dragging it down toward his lips. “You don’t have to be so loud here. I still hear you.”
Bryce’s response wasn’t much more than a stuttered moan and a desperate lift of his hips that sent Holden rocking forward toward his mouth.
And fuck, what a mouth it was. Holden fed his cock onto Bryce’s waiting tongue, inch by inch by inch, shuddering when he felt teeth, when Bryce had to swallow, exhale through his nose, stretch his jaw to accommodate Holden’s girth.
With most of his dick in Bryce’s mouth, Holden released the base of his shaft and put both of his hands into Bryce’s hair, smoothing it away from his face.
He traced his fingertips over Bryce’s eyebrows and down, brushing tears from the corners of his eyes before reaching around to the back of his head and holding him down to the bed.
“You want me to fuck your face?” he asked.
Bryce nodded, pupils dilated and nostrils flaring.
“If you want me to stop anything, tell me to stop,” Holden said. “If your mouth is full, smack me.”
With a mouthful of cock, Bryce smiled.
Holden shut him up, thrusting into the back of his throat until Bryce choked.
“God, you’re close to perfect when you’re quiet,” Holden murmured, holding Bryce to the bed by his hair and starting a pace so slow it felt a lot like torture.
Bryce was probably very near perfect when he wasn’t quiet, but that wasn’t part of whatever little roleplay Holden had found himself in that night.
Either way, he liked it. He liked the way Bryce’s bare chest felt beneath him, the way his hot and wet mouth gurgled as he tried to suck Holden’s cock.
He also liked the promise of what was to come later.
Holden lost himself in Bryce’s mouth, in Bryce’s sounds, in his silence.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so desperate for another person, and the tight hole of Bryce’s mouth might be his new favorite place.
Needing to get deeper, he pulled out long enough to climb off the bed, to haul Bryce onto his knees.
With spit smeared across his chin and his cheeks, Bryce blinked up at him and stuck his tongue out, asking for more without using his words.
Holden still had Bryce’s hair in his fist. He smacked his cock against Bryce’s hollowed-out cheek, then fucked right back into his throat.
Bryce sputtered and spit, but he never took his stare off Holden’s face.
Holden knew time was going to be his worst enemy in this situation.
He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and while multiple orgasms in one night were definitely something he was capable of, it wasn’t always a sure thing.
He either needed no downtime or enough of it, and he quickly realized he was about to have neither of those.
“Don’t move,” he warned, drawing himself out of Bryce’s hungry mouth.
He went to the nightstand, grabbed the lube, and shoved it into Bryce’s hand.
“Get yourself ready,” he said, sliding back into the heat of his still open mouth. Bryce moved and rearranged himself, groaning so deep once he got his fingers into himself it vibrated Holden’s cock.
“I can’t wait to come inside of you from every possible entrance. Fill you up with it until you’re leaking.”
Bryce whimpered, and Holden gritted his molars together.
He was right on the edge, but he needed Bryce to be a little more prepped before he took him that way.
With reluctance, he eased himself out, dragging his dick across the tip of Bryce’s tongue.
After a few agonizing minutes of Holden staring at the ceiling because the absolute wanton lust on Bryce’s face was far too much for him to survive, Bryce made a plaintive little sound that drew Holden’s attention back.
“I know,” he whispered, fighting the way his eyes wanted to roll back. “You’re so fucking hungry for it. Aren’t you?”
Bryce nodded, spreading his mouth as wide as he could manage.
Holden pulled out enough that he could get his hand around his dick and three strokes later, it was over.
His orgasm hit him like a freight train and a violent burst of cum landed hot and white against Bryce’s pink tongue.
Fuck, it was a lot of cum. Jet after jet of it landed on Bryce’s tongue, a stray drop against the corner of his mouth.
Bryce reached down with his slippery fingers and started to stroke himself, and Holden fought his way out of his underwear, balling up the wet mess and shoving it as deep as he could get it into Bryce’s mouth.
He gagged more around that than Holden’s cock, his eyes going wide as he got used to the stretch.
“Finally,” Holden murmured, admiring all the spit on his still pulsating shaft. “Now I can fuck you for real.”