Chapter 4
San Jose
Jeff
Brandon cried out as he came, shudders rippling through him, the muscles in his abs twitching. “Aw fuck, you have a wicked tongue.”
I raised my head and grinned, stroking his thighs, the taste of him still on my lips. “Is that wicked as in good, or pure evil?”
He lifted his head from the pillow. “Both?”
“Now this is evil.” I flicked his t-dick with my tongue, and he moaned. I took pity on him and shifted higher up the bed until he lay cradled against me. I traced the line of his dick with my finger, and he shivered.
“Gimme a minute? And for the record, your finger is just as bad as your tongue. It’s kinda sensitive down there once I’ve come.”
I laughed. “And about thirty seconds is all it will take for you to be ready to go again.” Our lips met. “I love watching you when you orgasm,” I murmured.
Brandon chuckled. “And I love all the ways you make me come. You can be very… inventive.” He snuggled against me.
I ran my fingers through his black curls, moving lower to his mustache and beard. “I like this look on you.” I caressed his broad muscular shoulders and firm chest. “How much time are you spending in the gym these days?”
He beamed. “It’s really paying off. I need to work on my legs more, though.”
“I think they look amazing already.” I cupped his chin. “Are you happy with this new you?”
His smile was serene. “Happier than I ever thought I could be.” He kissed me, sweet and tender. “Finding you, though…”
He didn’t need to say another word. We’d had this conversation a few times in the six months since we’d first met.
“It’s like I said. You had to wade through a load of frogs to find a prince.”
Brandon grinned. “So you’re a prince, are you?”
I chuckled. “You know it. I keep my crown under the bed.”
“And the family jewels in your shorts.”
I snorted. “Hell yeah.”
He laid his head on my chest, and I loved the intimate connection. I’d known from the beginning he was special. Brandon was sweet, unassuming, intelligent, funny, and he’d worked damn hard to get his business off to a good start. We’d clicked almost instantly.
And all because my secretary decided to change her routine and buy a meatball sub for her lunch.
Brandon raised his chin and stared at me. “Do you have to go?”
Then it hit me. We’d spent every weekend together for the last five months. This would be the first time we’d be apart.
I stroked his back. “I want to go. I love these weekends. You should see the cabin. It’s awesome.” It seemed like forever since our last get-together.
“Got any pics of it?”
I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. “Sure.” I clicked on Gallery , then scrolled. “There. It’s right on the lake. The views are amazing.”
He peered at the screen. “You weren’t kidding. Wow.”
I showed him some more, and one popped up of the four of us taking a selfie in the hot tub.
“Whoa. You could fit at least ten people in that thing. Are these your friends?”
I pointed to the photo. “That’s Randy, that’s Doug, and that’s Travis.”
“You sure know some hot daddies.”
I laughed. “I don’t think that’s how they see themselves. Well, maybe Randy does, but then again he is a daddy, balls to bones.” Then it struck me. “Wait. Don’t I look like a daddy?”
Brandon burst into a peal of bright laughter. “Are you kidding? You look exactly like what you are—a businessman.”
I wasn’t sure whether I was flattered or disappointed.
“Can I come too?”
Okay, I hadn’t expected that. “Don’t you have work? All those mouths to feed, all those bellies to fill?”
“Yeah, but I could always ask Eli to take over for me. He’d do it for sure. Besides, he owes me for giving me a huge order last week with less than an hour’s notice.” Brandon stuck his chin out. “And if you can take a weekend off, so can I.”
“I could take you with me, I guess, but… well, the thing is, I’m not sure how they’d react.”
“I see.” He stiffened against me, and I knew what had crossed his mind. I tilted his face toward mine with my fingertips, waiting until he looked me in the eye.
“No, you don’t see. I’m not talking about how they’d feel about me fucking a trans guy. It’s more a case that we’ve never done that. Brought guests, I mean. It’s always been just the four of us.” None of us had ever brought the subject up.
“But what if you asked them, and they said I could? Would they be okay with it? With me?”
In that moment, I cursed all the assholes who’d given Brandon such a rocky start in life. Granted, he’d encountered a mix of support and skepticism from his family, but the few relationships he’d been in since he transitioned had been brief or uncomfortable, laced with many awkward moments when his partners had been unsure how to deal with him. He’d told me once that he often felt caught between two worlds. He was doing his damnedest to date as a man, but at the same time he had to explain and navigate his identity.
The process exhausted him.
All Brandon wants is someone who can accept and love him.
Then I realized I hadn’t answered his question.
“I’ve been friends with these guys since college. They’re the best people I’ve ever known. They’ll be fine with it.”
“But how can you know that?”
I smiled. “What did you say to me the first time we fucked?”
He thought about it for a second or two. “I said I was obviously not the first trans guy you’d played around with.”
I nodded. “Wanna know the hot topic of conversation every time I get together with my friends? Sex. That’s mostly what we discuss. Who’s fucking who, and where. So they know everything.” I grinned. “Well, nearly everything.”
Brandon expelled a breath. “Then ask them.”
“Seriously?”
“Of course. And if they say yes, I’ll be on the first bus to… Where is this cabin again?”
I laughed. “Lake Tahoe. Which is about a three-and-a-half to four hour drive from San Jose.”
“I’ll get there, somehow.”
I could see he wasn’t about to be dissuaded.
“Okay, I’ll ask. But I’ll be back Sunday night.”
That seemed to placate him.
We lay there, me enjoying the heat radiating from his body, the cute noises he made, the way he stroked me and nuzzled his face into my chest. Then he pulled back a little and gazed at me with such concentration that I knew something was coming. When he didn’t speak, however, I felt emboldened to give him a push.
“It’s okay, you know. You can talk to me about whatever’s on your mind.”
He let out a sigh. “I’m sorry I questioned you about your friends, reacting like that. It’s just that—”
I stopped his words with a kiss. When I broke it, I smiled. “No need to apologize.”
Another sigh rolled out of him. “It’s hard, you know? Figuring out your sexuality, what label fits you…”
“Do you need a label?” I combed my fingers through his hair.
He snorted. “Unfortunately, yes.” His eyes glinted. “You know what society teaches us all the freakin’ time? It’s the genitalia that makes someone gay or straight. Two dicks gay, two vaginas lesbian, a dick and a vagina equals straight…” He scowled. “Society doesn’t care about the gender identity of the person whose anatomy they’re discussing.”
I smiled. “It takes some people a lifetime to come up with what you just said. I think you’re ahead of the curve.”
Brandon laid his head on my chest once more. “It takes trans people a long time to feel like they belong in any particular sexuality because we have to fight what we’ve been taught to believe. Look at me, for instance.”
“All the time, if I could.” I kissed the top of his head.
He chuckled, and it reverberated through me. “What I mean is, I still have to deal with gay men telling me I can’t be gay because I’m a trans man and have a vagina. Or that they’re not gay if they have sex with me.” He sighed. “You know those two worlds I told you about? Sometimes—a lot of times—it feels like I don’t quite fit in either of them.”
His words left an ache in my chest.
“How about now? How do you feel when you’re with me?”
Brandon smiled. “Like I belong here. Because you see me.” He kissed my chest. “Okay, that’s enough talking.”
“You sure?” I’d be happy if he wanted to talk all day, if it provided him with a release valve.
He trailed his fingers down my chest, heading for my cock. “Sure. I’ve got something else in mind.”
I grinned. “You’re ready for round two?”
He snickered. “You’re getting old. This is round three. And this time is all about you.” Brandon shifted to lie between my legs.
I lay back and spread for him.
“Take me to heaven, baby.”