Chapter Eighteen
Brody flicked the light on in his living room as they entered the condo. He really needed to put some kind of décor up, to stop living like it was all going to be taken away from him.
“What would you like to—” Brody stopped talking as Drew stepped up close and wrapped his arms around Brody’s waist.
“How about we find some music and try dancing now? Don’t have to worry about me embarrassing myself or you?” Drew whispered against Brody’s neck. Holy shit! He never realized how sensitive his neck was.
“I like that idea,” Brody replied as he pulled out his cell and opened a music app.
One quick search ended with him finding a soft rock station.
Not too formal, not too hip-hop. Perfect.
He dropped the phone next to his Bluetooth speaker and hit play.
The sound of Michael Bublé’s smooth vocals came through the speakers as he turned and put his hands on Drew’s hips.
Just as when they were in the kitchen last week, their bodies started to move to the music, a slow movement that brought them closer together.
It didn’t take long before they were synched, moving around the living room as though they had been doing it their whole lives.
Drew led Brody in a pattern that kept them from hitting any furniture, gliding them seamlessly as the song changed.
Brody dropped his head against Drew’s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his waist.
“I don’t know who told you that you sucked as a dancer, but they should be shot.
You move gracefully, without even seeming to think.
I’ll dance with you anytime, anywhere,” Brody said.
Drew pulled in a breath. Brody was sure he was going to argue with him and that wasn’t something Brody was going to allow.
He knew what he knew, and he knew Drew was a good dancer.
To prevent Drew’s inevitable argument, Brody leaned up and kissed him.
It didn’t take long for Drew to become a welcome participant in their kiss.
Brody felt the moment Drew got out of his own way, when his tongue came out and ran along Brody’s lower lip.
Brody gasped and Drew accepted the invitation, sliding his tongue into Brody’s mouth to start up a new dance.
A dance that Brody was a willing companion to.
He rubbed his tongue against Drew’s before closing his lips to suck on it. Oooh, sucking!
Brody pulled back and whispered, “How about we take this to my room? Get a bit comfortable? I’ve got to stay up all night but you could—” Drew put his finger against Brody’s lips.
“Let’s not think too much, okay? If there was a gold medal for overthinking, I’d have thousands. Comfortable sounds good and whatever happens, happens,” Drew said as he linked their fingers together.
“You and me both,” Brody agreed as he led Drew down the hall.
§ § § §
Drew had no idea where his confidence had come from but he was thanking God, Allah, Odin, karma, or whomever had sent it his way.
When he stepped into Brody’s bedroom, he stopped short.
Okay he wasn’t sure what he’d expected but this wasn’t it.
There was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room.
The size of the bed wasn’t what gave him pause.
Oh, no. The seven million pillows and blankets on the bed did.
“Umm, okay, so I like pillows,” Brody stammered out, sounding a bit defensive.
“Oh, no you don’t. You don’t get to be all defensive about liking pillows.
If you were to come to my place, you’d see about the same number of them on my bed.
Julia teases me endlessly that I’m just a teenage girl in the body of a twenty-something gay man.
I have always been a big cuddler. My dad even called me cuddle bug when I was little,” Drew told Brody. “Now, where were we?”
Brody didn’t answer him but he reached out and started unbuttoning Drew’s vest and shirt. Once he’d gotten them undone, Brody ran his hands up Drew’s chest and pushed the garments off.
“Damn, you’re built. Do you spend all your time in the gym?” Brody whispered
Drew knew he was in decent shape but he was no Adonis. “I’m okay. Couldn’t be on the cover of Sports Illustrated but I don’t think I warrant being thrown out of bed for eating crackers.”
Brody frowned as he met Drew’s eyes. Drew wasn’t going to fidget. He wasn’t. “That was oddly specific. Have some fantasies about being a cover model, do you? Know someone that is or was on the cover?”
“Model? Me? Yeah, no. But yes, I do know someone. Remember, my brother-in-law is Cam Luna, former second basemen for the Baltimore Orioles. His first year he was part of the Sports Illustrated Body Image edition. There was even a picture of him and Cal in jeans leaning back to back,” Drew finished with a shrug. “So, yeah, not sure I live up to that.”
Drew watched Brody as he thought about what Drew had said.
He didn’t know what conclusion Brody came to, but he leaned in and placed a kiss over Drew’s right pec, causing him to gasp.
Finally, he said, “I beg to differ but we’ll come back to that later.
I’ve got something better to do right now than argue with you. ”
Brody didn’t say anything else as he dropped to his knees in a position reminiscent of Drew at the pinning ceremony in front of Brody.
§ § § §
Brody was going to live out one of his fantasies and Drew could just deal with it. Having the man in his bedroom, half naked? Oh yeah, Brody wanted more. Hitting his knees in front of Drew, he leaned in and breathed out against his crotch.
“These can’t be comfortable anymore,” Brody said as he reached for the waist and pulled.
The buttons popped open and the outline of Drew’s cock made Brody’s mouth water.
He looked to be about six or seven inches, with a decent girth.
Nothing that would choke or split him open.
Looking up and meeting Drew’s gaze, Brody raised one eyebrow questioningly.
Drew nodded and that was all the permission Brody needed.
He gently pulled Drew’s dick out and ran his tongue from the base to the tip before closing his mouth around the head and sucking.
“Shit. I don’t know how long I’m going to last with your mouth on me!
How is it you’ve barely started and you’ve got me on edge?
You’ve got a magic mouth. I’m not sure where you learned how to melt me while making me harder than steel at the same time.
I don’t want to know who you practiced on.
I’m the lucky one now.” Drew stopped rambling and inhaled sharply.
Pulling back, Brody looked up Drew’s body.
He could die happy having after having a view like this in his life on a regular basis.
“Are you a talker? If you’re stringing together full sentences, I don’t know how good I am.
” Brody dropped his head to Drew’s hip in embarrassment.
How pathetic was he that he was begging for compliments while giving a blow job?
“Uh-huh, nope. If I can’t be self-deprecating, you can’t either,” Drew insisted as he pulled Brody up his body. “As for sentences or being a talker? Well, umm…”
A thought crossed Brody’s mind — and why was he thinking with his fantasy man in his arms? — that made Brody stop.
No. Way.
“Um, Drew are you a virgin?” Just the thought of being Drew’s first had Brody ready to come in his jeans.
“Not exactly, but close?” Drew mumbled, squirming against Brody.
Brody took a deep breath, then blew it out. Okay, time to slow things down a bit.
“Let’s lay down and you can explain ‘not exactly’ because I think I need clarification before we go any further.
” Brody hadn’t expected Drew to strip before climbing onto the bed but before he could process a thought, Drew was reclining against several pillows and holding a hand out to Brody.
Not being a moron, Brody shucked his clothes and stretched out next to Drew. “So, want to share a bit?”
“I am so going to sound like a blushing virgin,” he began.
“I need to feel a connection with someone. One offs or quickies have never turned me on. For me, I need more than just having the hots for someone to want to… you know. I just…” Drew trailed off, looking over Brody’s shoulder, not making eye contact.
Yup, that wasn’t going to fly with Brody.
He put a finger on Drew’s chin and turned his head slightly so he had no choice but to make eye contact.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m the same way. It might have something with always moving around as a kid, not feeling like I was enough. And I sure as shit wasn’t going down the ‘oooh, if I do this they’ll stay around’ route.”
Brody glided a hand up Drew’s arm to his shoulder before trailing down his chest. When he got to Drew’s nipple, he flicked a fingernail against it. The shiver that went through Drew’s body made Brody smile. “Now, where were we?”
§ § § §
Drew couldn’t believe he was lying naked with Brody.
He’d had a few dreams where he was on his knees for the man but he never thought he’d have a chance.
Grabbing on with both hands sounded like a good idea to him.
He slid his hands up Brody’s chest and pushed him onto his back before moving to slide his thigh between Brody’s.
When their cocks met, Drew saw stars. Oh, hell yeah!
Licking his way up Brody’s neck to his mouth, Drew moved his tongue in and out of Brody’s lips, simulating a slow fuck.
As his breathing sped up, Drew knew that this moment, this juncture was more than them sharing their bodies with each other.
Something was shifting inside of him and he hoped and prayed that Brody was feeling the same.
“Top or bottom?” Drew asked as he pulled back to catch his breath.
“Either. Both. Condoms and lube in the top drawer,” Brody told him. Drew reached over and grabbed the brand-new bottle and a strip of condoms.
“Such options we have. I’d—” He stuttered to a stop. A bit hesitant to share his wants.
“Nope. If you can’t voice your idea, we can’t do it. We have to be open and honest. That is one hard line for me. Well, that and water sports.”
Drew’s eyes bugged out of his head before he started laughing right along with Brody. Oh, this man was going to keep him on his toes. It took him a minute to get his chuckles under control.
“I’d love to ride you, have you under me. I’ve never felt comfortable enough with my limited number of partners before to take control,” Drew whispered. There, he put it out there.
“Fuck,” Brody groaned as he reached between them. Drew felt his hand against his cock as he did something to his own.
“Did you just pinch yourself?”
“Hearing your suggestion almost ended this before we could start. The idea of watching you take me into your body sent a thrill through me that I haven’t felt before.
Please and thank you. Where do I volunteer?
” Brody wrapped his hand around both cocks and squeezed.
Drew looked to the ceiling and began counting.
Feeling Brody’s hand on his dick was almost as good as his mouth.
“Do you want to get me ready or watch?” Drew asked after a minute. Or it could’ve been an hour. Measuring time was beyond him right now. In fact, he wasn’t sure he hadn’t blacked out for a while.
“Watch,” Brody replied forcefully. “Oh yeah, I need that visual in my spank bank.”
Drew snorted as he pulled back and grabbed the lube. He fought with the wrapping before it exploded into his hand with a squelch.
“One show coming up.”
Drew didn’t know where he found the confidence, but he shifted to a kneeling position, half turned away from Brody.
He would let the man watch him stretch himself out, but he was also going to see the reaction across that man’s face.
Drew could tell that Brody normally kept contained, not showing emotion but he was letting it all show for Drew.
He might not have a lot of person-to-person experience, but Drew enjoyed playing with toys.
The feeling of being full centered him. It didn’t take long before he had three fingers in his ass.
“Enough! Please?” Brody demanded-slash-begged.
The look on Brody’s face brought a sense of peace to Drew.
He reached for a condom and didn’t waste any time sliding it onto Brody’s cock.
Drew moved his right leg over Brody’s hips.
When he reached behind to hold Brody’s dick steady, Brody’s hand was already there positioning it for Drew’s ass.
Drew met Brody’s gaze as he slowly took him into his body.
Something in Brody’s eyes told Drew that he was right with him in this… both physically and emotionally.
§ § § §
Holy fuck. Brody knew that Drew had said he didn’t have a lot of experience, but you couldn’t prove that to him.
He moved on Brody’s cock like he was dancing a pole down in the red light district somewhere.
If he didn’t know it wasn’t humanly possible to have hips without bones, Brody would swear the man was liquid.
His movements were almost choreographed.
How was he moving in circles and up and down at the same time?
Brody’s eyes crossed when Drew shifted and squeezed his ass around Brody’s cock.
“Drew, I am not going to last,” Brody panted. He wasn’t sure he was even breathing at this point. Everything in his body was focused on his dick.
“Don’t! I want to feel you pulse in me. Make me see galaxies,” Drew commanded as he slammed his ass into Brody. Guess Drew was done with his dance on the Brody pole. His movements went from graceful and rhythmic to rough and demanding. It didn’t take long for him to push Brody over the edge.
“Drew!” Brody yelled as he jackknifed up, grabbing between them to jerk Drew’s cock. He wanted to feel Drew come from the inside. One, two, three strokes before he felt Drew tighten around his dick.
“Brode!” Drew screamed as his dick spurted cum over Brody’s hand, pulling him with him. Brody let go of Drew’s dick and wrapped his arms around the man. He dropped his head to Drew’s shoulder and matched his breathing to Drew’s. He felt Drew’s cum cooling on his skin as he softened inside of him.
Brody placed a soft kiss on Drew’s neck, then his chin, and finally his lips. “Take a shower with me?”