Chapter 19
Holden
Bryce was all nerves on the drive back to Holden’s house.
He didn’t stop talking from the second the car turned on up until Holden got his key into the front door.
Holden didn’t stop him; he knew enough about Bryce by then to know it was a coping mechanism, especially when it came to his brother.
Getting caught together hadn’t been either of their plans, but life had a way and now they both were left to the deal with the consequences of being outed prematurely.
With the door closed and locked behind them, Holden toed off his sneakers and leaned against the wall with a heavy sigh. “Are you done?”
Bryce finished his sentence, shoulders sagging on a long exhale.
He went quiet so quickly, it made Holden’s dick hard.
“Good,” Holden told him. “Take some time in the bathroom to get ready, then come to bed. Okay?”
It was the middle of the day still, but Holden had no plans of coming up for air until the sun had set and risen again.
There were enough snacks in his fridge to hold them over, and the sort of sex he had in mind was not ideal after a taco lunch, but Holden had faith it would all work out in the end.
He brushed Bryce’s hair away from his forehead and kissed him.
“Okay,” Bryce said softly.
Bryce shuffled into the bathroom and Holden waited until the shower turned on to set up the bed.
He’d debated the merits of getting a hotel or something so he didn’t have to deal with the mess their sex would leave behind, but in the end, he’d opted against it.
Holden wanted his sheets stained, his lube empty.
He wanted to remember what Bryce looked like on his bed, full to bursting and desperate for release.
He’d already remade his bed with a waterproof sheet beneath his normal fitted sheet, and he hoped that would be enough.
Bryce’s kink wasn’t feeling it come out of him, it was keeping it in, and Holden wanted to make sure he did exactly that.
While Bryce prepped himself in the bathroom, Holden made sure everything he needed was within reach, then he stripped down to his underwear and sat on the edge of the bed.
It wasn’t a good idea, but Holden checked his phone while he waited.
As expected, there was a text message from Merrick.
He debated reading it or letting it go, but knowing the message was there and unread would distract him and he wanted to be completely focused on Bryce when he got out of the shower.
Getting caught by Merrick on the beach had unsettled them both, Bryce especially.
Holden didn’t think Bryce had ever stood up to his brother in his entire life, but he’d done it there on the boardwalk, fingers dancing across the tops of Holden’s knuckles.
He swiped to the message, finding a chunky text that required him to scroll to read the whole thing. Holden scoffed. It was the most stereotypically Merrick thing that could have possibly happened to him.
Merrick
I’m not mad
Well, I am mad. But I’m not mad that you’re sleeping with my brother.
I’m mad you didn’t tell me you were sleeping with my brother and I’m mad my brother didn’t tell me he was sleeping with you.
I thought he’d been out with randos or worse and he never told me otherwise and he’s new to town and I didn’t want him to get hurt.
I don’t think you’ll hurt him, you don’t seem like the type, but I don’t think I know you well enough to decide one way or another.
Bryce is a good judge of character, though, and I don’t think Riggs would have hired you if you were shady, but that’s all I have to go off right now so I am mad.
I am mad, but I think all things considered, you’re probably not a bad choice for him.
He talks a lot and probably can’t be with someone who talks a lot too and you never talk at all.
How long has this been going on, by the way?
It can’t be since the first day he got into town?
? Is it since then? I wish I had thought of all these questions when I saw you two on the beach, but I was so shocked to see either of you there, let alone seeing you together.
Like TOGETHER together. I love my brother, and I want him to be happy.
I don’t think his ex made him happy. Has he told you about her?
Probably, he talks a lot, but I don’t think he was happy with her and I haven’t seen him a lot since he moved down, but I hope he’s happy with you.
Anyway, I’m mad but also mad at myself that he didn’t think he could tell me about you or that he didn’t want to tell me.
I don’t know which is worse honestly. He’s not mad at me, is he?
Are you? Fuck, I hate this. Please don’t wait too long to talk to me about this.
Holden read the message a few times, picking up something new on every pass.
Merrick’s brain was a wild place, Holden realized.
It took work to make Bryce look soft-spoken, but somehow Merrick managed to do it.
Even with how much talking Bryce had done on the way home from the beach, he at least managed to stay on topic.
Merrick was like a pinball machine, jumping from one idea to the other. It was enough to give Holden whiplash.
He texted Merrick back. Everything is fine. Don’t worry.
Then he turned off his ringer and set his phone face down on the nightstand.
Fifteen minutes later, Bryce emerged from the bathroom with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. His chest looked flushed and there was a growing bulge below the knot of the towel. Bryce looked at him sheepishly, standing a few feet away from the foot of the bed.
“Where do you want me?”
“Right there,” he said. “I want you to drop the towel, and I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Bryce loosened the knot and the towel fell to his feet.
He was hard, like Holden had guessed, and Bryce wasted no time taking himself in hand and stroking his full length.
Holden watched Bryce touch himself until his own dick was hard, then he angled his head toward the bed in invitation.
Bryce made a show of crawling up from the bottom with his back arched and his ass in the air.
He looked good enough to eat—and Holden planned to—but he was going to spend plenty of time making sure Bryce was ready for it first.
“Never in my life have I come as hard as I do when I’m inside of you,” Holden whispered, situating himself behind Bryce and petting his hands over the swell of his ass cheeks. “It pours out of me like I’m made of nothing but pleasure meant to fill you up.”
This was part of his plan. They both knew Holden had gone to the store and bought a bag of that fake cum, and they both knew he planned to get it into Bryce’s body, but they hadn’t discussed the intricacies of how that was going to happen.
He had Bryce’s consent for the act itself, but Holden hadn’t thought it would be really sexy to simply funnel fake cum into Bryce until it leaked out of him.
He wanted something more intimate, something that wouldn’t take either of them out of the moment.
In the end, it had been easy to rig the bag with a thin enough tube he’d be able to get the end into Bryce’s ass alongside his own cock. He’d be able to pump Bryce full of fake cum and real cum at the same time, riding out an orgasm with everything he wished his body could allow him to give.
“I want you.”
“You have me.”
Holden had hidden the bag under the blanket at the foot of the bed but he’d left the lube on top.
He slicked his fingers and thrust them into Bryce’s exposed hole, leaning down and adding his tongue to the mix.
Holden gave himself permission to be loud in their silence, sucking and lapping at Bryce’s rim.
He swirled his tongue around his knuckles, scissoring his fingers open so he could lick the inside of Bryce’s hole.
Beneath him, Bryce pushed back, rubbing Holden with his ass.
Holden dug his fingers into Bryce, twisting his wrist until he found Bryce’s prostate.
Bryce buried his face into the pillows and moaned, his entire body trembling when Holden got three fingers inside and against him.
Bryce was so wet with lube, the sounds of Holden’s hand working him open sounded more like a pussy than an asshole, and Holden had to rest his forehead against Bryce’s ass to steady himself.
“It feels so good,” Bryce whined when he went still. “Don’t stop.”
“I want this to last.”
“I want you now.”
“I want you to stop talking now,” Holden said simply, and with a crackle, the air in the room changed.
Bryce sucked in a shaky breath, his entire body relaxing at the statement.
Holden could have gotten his whole hand into Bryce at that point, but that was another conversation and another game entirely.
Bryce was silent, and Holden lined his cock up and thrust inside.
Bryce did speak after that, a muttered curse before he bit the pillow between his teeth.
His eyes rolled back as Holden started to move.
He didn’t plan for this to last long, he never could with Bryce, but he didn’t want it to end before it even got going.
Steeling himself against his own pleasure, he sank fully into Bryce’s well-lubed hole.
Bryce held him tight, and Holden reached around and grabbed Bryce’s dick in his fist. He started to stroke him, slow and loose, working him toward an orgasm he had no plans on seeing through.
He wanted Bryce trembling and desperate by the time he finished.
He pressed his chest over the curves of Bryce’s back, kissing the nape of his neck and pulling them both into an awkward and tight seated position. He banded his arm around Bryce’s chest to hold him steady and dragged his tongue up the side of Bryce’s neck.
“Ride me,” he whispered. “But don’t come. And don’t you dare make me come.”
Bryce groaned, starting slow. Holden tightened his hand around Bryce’s cock, knowing it wouldn’t be long at all before his boyfriend was a sweaty and writhing mess on his lap.
Holden bit the inside of his cheek and closed his eyes because watching Bryce move on top of him would have sent him flying over the edge and past the point of no return.
“You’re so tight,” he rasped, sliding his hand down and pinching Bryce’s already hard nipple between his fingers. “So fucking hot.”
“I’m close.”
“Don’t.”
“I can’t stop it,” Bryce protested, his pace faltering.
His breath came in rough and staggered pants, and Holden shoved him forward, pulling back and letting his cock slide free.
It hurt to not be inside of Bryce anymore, but they were both perilously close to coming and Holden wanted to make it count.
He teased the fingers of one hand over Bryce’s swollen hole and aligned the tube of the cum bag along the top of his shaft.
He’d picked one thick enough to not pinch closed, but thin enough that he hoped Bryce wouldn’t feel it.
“You’re gonna make me come harder than I’ve ever come in my life,” he promised, and it was the actual truth. “I’m going to pump so much cum into you, it’ll be leaking down your thighs for days.”
Bryce’s hips fucked the air, and he screwed his eyes closed like he was in pain. He fisted the sheets, the need to stroke his cock long forgotten.
Holden got himself and the tube inside, and he managed three short thrusts before heat began to crest at the base of his spine.
“Can you come with me?” he grunted, fingers of his left hand digging into Bryce’s hip. “Come and milk it out of…”
Bryce did come, an agonized wail as his body tightened down on Holden and did exactly what he’d hoped it would. Holden came so hard he saw stars, and as his orgasm ripped through him, he tucked the bag under his arm and grabbed Bryce with both of his hands, thrusting even deeper than he had before.
“Fuck, Bryce. I’m still coming.” His vision cleared, his breathing settled. “Oh fuck How am I still coming? I’m gonna fill you up with so much fucking cum. Oh, God. It won’t stop. It won’t fucking stop.”