Chapter 14
Bryce
The absolute last thing Bryce wanted to do was talk. His asshole was filled with cum, a plug kept him stretched, and Holden’s mouth moved across his face with a dangerously slow pace that would have had Bryce’s knees weak if he had to stand up.
“I’m fine,” he muttered. “Just overwhelmed.”
“Do you need me to take the plug out? Do you need some water? What do you need?”
Holden was adorable when he was panicked, and it was all Bryce could do to not laugh about it. Not in a mean way. In an I’m very much already in love with you kind of way.
“No, all of that is perfect. You’re perfect.”
The confession seemed to settle Holden a little. He leaned against the back of the couch, hands resting on the swell of Bryce’s hips.
“Talk to me,” Holden said softly.
Bryce snickered at that, raising a brow. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Not normally,” Holden teased. “But yes, now.”
“I just went from having nothing back home to having everything here. I mean, I don’t have my own apartment and I don’t have a car, but—”
“Or a job.”
Bryce knocked his elbow into Holden’s arm, and the other man smiled at him with so much warmth, Bryce almost melted.
“I actually do have a job,” he said, smugly. “Landon from Rapture called when I was on my way over here to offer it to me.”
Holden smiled at him again, crashing a chaste and excited kiss against his lips.
“Congratulations.”
“Mmmn, yes, more of that. But point being, well on the way to the rest of it. And there’s you. There…I have you.”
It felt like a risky thing to say out loud, even though they’d just had the boyfriend conversation. Bryce didn’t entirely feel like he could trust it, but he wanted to. Oh, fuck, how he wanted to.
“You have me,” Holden agreed, dropping another kiss against his mouth. “Can I have you again?”
“I don’t know how you have another orgasm in you.”
“Who said anything about orgasms?” Holden reached back and pressed up on the flared base of the plug, pushing it deeper into Bryce’s body. “Being bare inside of you is just as good as coming in you.”
Bryce’s shoulders trembled on an exhale. “I want that so much, but I have my brother’s car and I have to get home.”
Holden’s mouth made a dry clicking sound, but he nodded his understanding. “We should get you cleaned up and ready to go back to his place, then.”
“I don’t want to go.”
“I don’t want you to go but you can sleep over soon. I’ll take you all night long if that’s what you want.”
Bryce shivered. “You’ll gag me again?”
“If you like.”
“I do,” he murmured.
“This is going to sound really weird, but would you like it if I bought fake cum?” Holden’s cheeks darkened with the question, and Bryce parted his lips to speak but his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and no sound came out.
“Is that too much?” Holden scrunched his nose, covering his face with both hands. “I know you said you weren’t into the pregnancy part of it, but I just thought—”
“I’ve never,” he interrupted, pulling Holden’s hands away from his face. “I’ve never thought about it. No one has brought it up.”
Holden bit his bottom lip.
Bryce tugged it free. “Tell me more.”
Holden was back as he’d been the first day they met, silent and reserved. But even without using words, his face telegraphed everything he was feeling, all of the want and curiosity that had existed between them from the very first meeting.
“Tell me more, or I won’t stop talking,” he tried, drawing in a breath and hoping Holden gave him an answer because Bryce had no idea what to say.
He loved that Holden was willing to gag him and he loved being gagged, but he’d never felt pressured to speak when it was just the two of them together.
It wasn’t anything like his life back home.
“God, you’re a menace.” Holden groaned, pushing harder on the plug which definitely drew a noise out of Bryce, but nothing coherent.
“I know you like the idea of being filled, the act of it. They sell like, I don’t know, fake cum.
We could fuck and I would still come in you, but I could use some of that so you could leak… if you wanted.”
Bryce rubbed his lower lip, a sudden itch that refused to go away. That was possibly the most Holden had ever said to him, but also the sweetest thing anyone had ever offered him in his entire adult life.
“Would you like it?” he asked.
“I don’t know. But I’ll try it.”
“That might be the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.” A fresh wave of tears threatened the corners of his eyes, but Bryce was absolutely not going to cry over his boyfriend offering to pump him full of fake jizz.
“That can’t be true,” Holden said with a laugh. “But we’ll see. Until then, I think you were trying to say you needed to get back to your brother’s place.”
“I take it back.”
Holden laughed and smacked the outside of his thigh. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
With as much reluctance as his tired body could manage, Bryce protested the attention for five seconds before quickly giving in and letting Holden walk him into the shower.
He didn’t even pretend to hate it when Holden washed his body and his hair, and he had no fight in him at all when Holden toweled him off.
“Can I ask for something?”
“You can ask for everything,” Bryce murmured as Holden helped him back into his clothes.
“Before you go to sleep tonight, when you take the plug out, will you record it and send it to me?”
Another flare of heat burned behind Bryce’s sternum, and he managed to nod his agreement.
“I know you like the cum inside of you, but would you push some out while you’re filming? Then if you want to, you can scoop it back inside.”
Bryce had obviously died and gone to heaven. “You make it hard to want to leave.”
Holden finished buttoning Bryce’s jeans, then slanted their mouths together and kissed him until both of them were near the front door again, breathing frantic.
“I don’t work Sunday,” Holden whispered. “Spend the night Saturday?”
“Absolutely.”
“Drive safe,” he said next.
“I’ll do my best.”
Getting back to Merrick’s was going to be work because how was Bryce supposed to remember traffic laws with the tip of a plug teased against his prostate and a load’s worth of cum tucked safely inside of him?
He did manage it, though, and when he walked into Merrick’s apartment, his brother was awake in the living room, watercolor pad open on the coffee table and the handle of a paintbrush between his teeth.
“The prodigal brother returns,” Merrick said, looking back at the dragon he was painting.
Holden kicked off his shoes and sat down on the couch, as far away from Merrick as possible, but it wasn’t far enough.
“Where have you been?”
“Hmn?”
Merrick sniffed, swirling his paintbrush into a water cup that looked ready to be refilled.
“Have you already found someone to fuck?” he asked, still not looking at Bryce.
“You smell like you just got out of a shower, and whoever you’re sleeping with uses the same soap as Holden, so it’s a little off-putting. ”
Bryce choked on his spit, forcing himself to swallow down as much of his shock as he could, lest he draw Merrick’s attention to his burning hot cheeks.
“I got a job,” he said instead. “Bartending at a club in Pasadena. I met someone there and went back to his place for a bit.”
It wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t the whole truth either.
Merrick filled in some orange lines on the intricate dragon scales, and Bryce, for the most part, was content to watch. He’d always envied his brother’s artistic talent. His own brain simply didn’t work that way, but he was glad for it. One less thing to be compared to Merrick about.
“Are you being safe?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Is it serious?” Merrick asked next.
“We barely know each other,” he said, which was again not a lie but not the whole truth.
There was no easy way to tell Merrick he’d fallen in love with Holden, especially since he’d barely been in town for a week and Merrick didn’t even know Bryce had seen Holden outside of the first day he’d arrived. “I do like him, though.”
Merrick ignored the last bit. “Where did you get a job at?”
“A place called Rapture.”
That was apparently the magic word because Merrick set down his paintbrush and leveled an extremely judgmental and unimpressed look at him. “Do you know what that place is?”
“Do you?”
Merrick sniffed, eyes narrowing. They were clearly at an impasse, and Bryce had no interest in knowing why his brother knew about Rapture and what happened there.
He could have lived his entire life not thinking about what Merrick did in the bedroom and died happy.
The thought of Merrick knowing the things Bryce liked was almost enough to send him to an early grave anyway.
“You’ll have to let me know what nights you work,” was Merrick’s answer, and it was quite an admission on its own.
“I will,” he promised. “It’s been a long day, though, so I think I’m going to bed.”
“I won’t be far behind you. Just trying to finish this up.”
Bryce stood up and turned to go. He was halfway to the hallway when Merrick called after him, “I know you don’t want to stay here long-term, but I’m glad you’re here and you’re welcome to the guest room as long as you want it.”
It might have been the nicest thing Merrick had ever said to him, and he didn’t know what to do with it.
“Do you want to get lunch soon?” he asked. “Or dinner or something.”
“Maybe Sunday?” Merrick suggested, reaching again for his paintbrush.
“I have plans,” Bryce said.
Merrick rolled his eyes. “We’ll figure something out.”
“Always have.”
“Always will,” his brother agreed.
Bryce waited to make sure Merrick didn’t have anything else to say, then he locked himself in the guest room and stripped out of his suddenly too-tight clothes.
He could feel his pulse in his ass for how horny he was, and he made quick work of setting his phone up on the nightstand and finding the right angle to give Holden the view he would want.
Bryce pressed record and assumed the position, teasing the plug out of him with a wet squelch.
There was no quieting the moan that fell out of his throat, so he shoved his underwear into his mouth like a gag, giving the camera—and Holden—an imploring look before turning back around onto all fours.
Bryce pushed until his hole relaxed and cum leaked down the back of his sac.
He bit down hard around his makeshift gag and scooped up what he could catch on the sides of his fingers before thrusting it back into his hole.
God, he was so fucking hard and horny.
Holden had unlocked a visceral kind of want that Bryce had no interest in turning off.
Maybe if he had a week, he could get some of it out of his system, but as he pushed a second finger into himself, cum sticking and smearing around his knuckles, he knew that was a lie.
He would never get enough of Holden, but more than that, he didn’t want to.