Chapter 9
Holden
The sheets were a tangled and sweaty mess. Bryce was flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead, and Holden could only guess what the insides of his thighs looked like. Holden shoved his hair away from his face and rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with a forearm.
He shouldn’t have said that.
But he’d meant it just the same.
After the admission, he’d expected Bryce to have something witty or horny to retort.
What he got instead was a sad little whimper and the insistent press of Bryce’s body against his.
Holden wrapped his arms around him and kissed the top of his head, hating the way it made his chest feel to have Bryce so close.
Neither of them said anything for an achingly long time until Bryce finally murmured, “I don’t want to go back to my brother’s house. ”
The reminder of Merrick’s role in their lives was a rude awakening, dashing any ideas he’d had about keeping Bryce locked in the bedroom all weekend, of tying him to the bed and pumping him full of cum.
It was a shame, Holden thought, that Bryce didn’t want to role play the whole breeding part of the breeding kink, because for the first time in his life, he saw the appeal of it.
The primal rutting and thrusting of it, the need to get as deep as possible, to come more than he ever had before.
“But I don’t want to overstay,” Bryce said next, and Holden petted his fingers along the side of Bryce’s face.
“Please stop talking.”
Bryce hummed and went quiet.
Holden closed his eyes. He needed to think, needed to assess the possible options and outcomes for the mess he’d gotten himself into.
Fucking Bryce was absolutely supposed to be a one-time thing, maybe two…
three at best. He definitely hadn’t set out with the intent to like fucking Bryce so much.
He’d gone into it pretty sure fucking Bryce would be like fucking anyone else.
Maybe there would be a little more sense of adventure because he was Merrick’s little brother, but the feelings Holden was having about Bryce didn’t reflect any of those earlier plans.
If the first option was out the window, he might as well try number two and see what results it would yield.
“Don’t move,” he said, unfolding himself from Bryce’s still trembling body.
He’d planned to go get some snacks from the fridge, but seeing Bryce naked and so very messy in bed, Holden didn’t feel right leaving him there without covering him up.
Unfortunately, he didn’t want to put him into a bath either, knowing without asking that Bryce wasn’t ready to lose all the cum Holden had so carefully loaded into him.
Trying to meet himself in the middle, he went and grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and adjusted as much of it over the sheets as he could manage before rolling Bryce back onto the top of it. It wasn’t warm, but at least it was dry.
“Are you okay?” Holden asked, tapping his mouth with the side of his first finger.
Bryce opened his mouth and quickly closed it, answering Holden with a nod.
“I’ll be right back.”
Holden went around the divider, this time into the kitchen.
He didn’t have a ton of stuff in the fridge.
He was a snacker at best, a youngest child who’d grown up with ingredients not food.
Holden was used to making do with the things he had available.
So he did his best to assemble a plate that looked a lot like rabbit food.
He took it and a bottle of water back to the bed, ignoring the way Bryce’s eyes went soft at his return.
“You should eat,” he suggested, setting the plate beside his leg where Bryce could reach it.
Bryce grabbed a couple of almonds, a slice of cheese, and shoved it all into his mouth with a grateful moan.
He chewed, swallowed, then must have realized how hungry he was and devoured the plate before Holden could even get his hands onto it.
Holden could get himself more; he didn’t mind.
He passed Bryce the water, and thankfully he drank slowly without being told.
“Do you want more?” Holden asked.
Bryce’s dark eyes scanned Holden’s face before he shook his head.
“Let me put this in the sink.”
He could have easily left the plate on the nightstand.
Bryce hadn’t left any crumbs, but he needed space.
He needed air. The way Bryce looked at him was dangerous.
The way he said so much without ever uttering a word, somehow even worse than when he wouldn’t stop talking.
Holden set the plate in the sink and braced himself against the edge of the counter, head hanging low between his shoulders.
The right thing to do was send Bryce home.
Get him into a shower—not a bath—and hope it was enough time for the cum to leak out of him.
He’d sit on the couch while Bryce got dressed again, and then Holden would delete his number.
It would be fine. It would be better. Bryce was handsome and he was smart.
He was new to LA. He would find someone far better suited for him than Holden was.
A soft brush of fingertips against the small of his back startled him, and Holden turned with a gasp. Bryce was there, naked and still sweaty, cock limp and swollen against his thigh.
“I was about to come back,” Holden explained.
Bryce rolled his eyes, taking the no talking thing very seriously apparently, then he sank to his knees.
“You don’t have—”
But Bryce cut him off—silently—by drawing a little spiral in front of his mouth before curling his fingers around Holden’s thigh. The gesture was clear. Where Holden had told Bryce to stay quiet, Bryce wanted him to keep talking.
Before Holden could find any argument inside of him, his cock was in Bryce’s mouth.
He cursed under his breath, flexing his fists at his sides before threading his fingers into Bryce’s hair and thrusting gently into his mouth.
Holden didn’t think he had another orgasm in him, but the wet cavern of Bryce’s mouth felt a lot like heaven.
As quickly as he had it, it was gone, and Holden looked down to see Bryce smirking up at him, repeating the gesture as when he’d gone to his knees in the first place.
Bryce wanted him to talk.
Holden tightened his grip on Bryce’s hair and groaned, giving up what Bryce wanted from him…again.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” he whispered, eyes hooded while he watched Bryce eagerly suck him. “I would keep my cock here all night if I could. I’d never leave.”
Bryce groaned something that sounded like approval, blinking earnestly up at him.
“This is what you’re good for, isn’t it?” he asked next, giving a gentle tug to Bryce’s hair. He angled Bryce’s face toward him, wanting to make sure he didn’t overstep the boundaries of their little game. “Good for holding my cum, aren’t you?”
Bryce’s entire body trembled and he swirled his tongue around the tip of Holden’s cock. He was almost fully hard by then, even though an orgasm still felt unlikely to him considering how many he’d given Bryce earlier, but he didn’t think what they were doing had anything to do with orgasms.
Holden tried to relax into the pleasure of it, the want and the need with none of the expectation. He rested his ass against the counter and pumped his hips lazily into Bryce’s hungry and waiting mouth, shivering as arousal coursed through him.
“I want to come in you again,” he finally confessed, hating how true it was.
Bryce made a happy sound and Holden shoved as much of his cock into his mouth as he could fit. He held Bryce near the root of his dick, enjoying the way his lips were spread wide, the way tears beaded in the corners of his eyes as he tried not to choke and gag.
There was an orgasm there, he realized.
Not a massive, earth-quaking thing. It was more a tremor that built in the marrow of his bones and vibrated through him, shaking all the need loose from the very deepest parts of him.
He came like that, a soft roll up his spine and a fierce heat between his legs as he spilled drops of cum onto Bryce’s tongue.
Bryce’s eyes rolled back and he shuddered, hollowing his cheeks and swallowing down what he’d made for him.
Holden was drunk with pleasure, with power, for the need to convince himself he could have this.
The option to send Bryce packing no longer existed, at least not yet.
Even in the haze of an unexpected orgasm, he knew Bryce would tire of this game eventually.
The novelty would wear off, and Bryce would want something new.
But until then…
Why shouldn’t Holden be allowed this?
With an audible breath, he pulled out of Bryce’s mouth, hating the feel of the cool air against his spit-soaked shaft.
“You're staying," Holden murmured, not quite a question, but still a repeat from earlier.
Bryce rocked back onto his heels and stared up at Holden.
He was utterly debauched, with spit smeared across his chin and tears streaking down his cheeks.
His body still shone with sweat, and Holden didn’t want to think about the mess Bryce had made on his kitchen floor.
But that stopped mattering as soon as Bryce nodded his head yes.
“Let me get you into the bath,” he said.
Bryce groaned in protest, but Holden leveled a look at him that cut the sound off before he could finish it.
“If you’ve taken a vow of silence, I think argumentative noises fall into what’s not allowed,” he said, helping Bryce to his feet.
“I haven’t taken a vow,” Bryce countered, words quiet and rough. “But…”
“I know,” Holden said quickly, not needing Bryce to finish the thought.
This thing between them was supposed to be sex, a fun exploration of a kink in a safe and controlled environment.
Holden hadn’t counted on whatever else had come from that space or what it meant for them.
It was probably a worry for someone with a clearer head, though, so he ignored it as he plugged the tub and turned on the warm water.
“Is it wrong to say I’d rather sleep covered in sweat if it means your cum will stay in me longer?” Bryce asked, frowning at the tub as it filled.
He looked so despondent in that moment, Holden answered him with the only thing that felt right.
He boxed Bryce in against the wall, slanted their mouths together, and he kissed the other man until he was back to speaking in nothing more than sounds.
Bryce softly rested his hands against Holden’s hips, pressing their chests together and opening his mouth to make more room for Holden’s tongue.
Holden’s heart did a funny somersault behind his sternum, and he ended the kiss so he could breathe again.
He rested his forehead against Bryce’s, and the two of them sucked in matching lungfuls of air as Holden came down from whatever high the night had put him on.
Bryce was a drug, and Holden needed to be careful or else he’d get addicted.
“It’s not wrong,” he said.
“You’re sure it’s okay for me to stay?”
Holden bit the inside of his cheek, nodded his head.
“Will you fuck me again?” Bryce asked.
“Can you handle it?”
“Yes, I…I think so.”
Bryce gave him a lopsided smile, and it was all Holden could do to not kiss him again.
“You can stay,” he agreed.
“And the fucking?”
Holden chuckled, overwhelmed with a dozen different feelings that had no place existing together at the same time.
“I’ll fuck you again,” he said. “I’ll even keep my dick inside of you after I finish.” He skated his fingers down Bryce’s ribs, turned him toward the almost full tub. “To keep you full and bursting with it.”
Bryce chuckled, accepting Holden’s help into the bath.
“You can’t say things like that to a man if you don’t mean them.” Bryce winced as the hot water reached his thighs, but he sank under the surface with a contented little sigh.
Holden’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he watched Bryce get comfortable, watched him float his tattooed fingers on the water.
“I’m going to go change the sheets,” he said, because it felt easier than admitting he very much meant the rest of it.
Unfortunately, he also meant all the things he hadn’t said.
And that was the worst part of the whole thing.