Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
Brandon
Ryan’s apartment is thankfully not far from Mickey’s. As soon as his apartment door shuts behind us, he has me pinned up against it, kissing me again.
He’s an excellent kisser. If it wasn’t for the solid door behind me, I’d be melting into the floor.
He pulls his lips away but presses his forehead against mine. Against my hip, I can feel the unmistakable length of his hard cock in his jeans. My mouth is watering.
“Do you want a tour?” he asks, slightly breathless.
I slide my hand over his clothed erection. “The only tour I want is the one of your dick.”
His laugh causes both of us to shake. “Damn. When did Baby get so bold?”
I grip him through his jeans and harden my gaze as I stare into his eyes. “Now is not the time to call me Baby.”
“Noted,” he says, then kisses me again. This time, instead of pressing me against the door, he leads me away from it. Clumsily, he leads me to what I assume is going to be his bedroom.
When we get in there, we break apart and he takes a step back. He points at me. “Off.”
“You first,” I say, but I’m toeing myself out of my shoes and grabbing onto the hem of my shirt.
He smirks at me as he does the same. “I’ll race you.”
“You’re on.” I laugh as he pulls his shirt over his head. I eye his torso appreciatively.
Stepping closer to me again, he helps me pull my shirt off. “Why are you looking at me like you’ve never seen me naked before.”
“Trying to avoid staring at you in the locker room doesn’t count as looking at you,” I tell him.
“Ahh. I see,” he says, tossing my shirt to the side, then brings his fingers to my jeans to work them open. “You’re not like me, then.”
“Oh.” I press my hips up and forward so he can feel my hard dick graze against his hand. “I’m pretty sure I’m exactly like you.”
“You definitely are.” He runs his fingertips over it. “But where you have been avoiding looking at me, I have spent plenty of time looking at you.”
He presses his lips against my neck, and I swallow thickly. “Have you now?”
“Oh, yes,” he says. “And I can’t lie to myself anymore. I like what I see.” He steps away and opens his pants then steps out of them. Wearing only his briefs, he holds out his hand. I take it and let him lead me to his bed.
Ryan
As cute as Brandon is when he’s flustered, seeing him right now, focused, and hard in his jeans, it’s the best version of him I’ve ever seen. Once I have him on the bed, I pull his jeans all the way off of him, then press my hand against his chest to lay him down.
Leaning over him, I slide my palm down his torso. His skin is flushed and warm underneath my touch, and the muscles of his body are hard and firm. When I reach the waistband of his briefs I pause and look down at him, waiting for his go-ahead.
He nods his head, then takes his gaze down, watching intently as I free his cock and stroke it in a loose grip. His lips part, his eyes close, and his head drops back as I work my hand slowly up and down his shaft. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Hmm…” I hum. “You know what would feel better?”
“Not much.” He laughs and opens his eyes to look up at me.
I let go of his dick and he lets out a whimper of complaint. “Don’t whine. I’m not leaving you like this,” I say as I take my briefs off and free my own cock as well.
He’s staring down again, and I give my cock a few slow, loose strokes, just like the ones I gave him.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask.
He looks up at me. His eyes are narrowed, and his brow is furrowed. “Yes,” he says. “But you already knew that. Now get back to touching my dick.”
I give myself a few more slow strokes. “You’re right. Baby doesn’t work for you in bed.”
He opens his mouth to protest. I lean in and kiss him before he gets a chance. While our lips are locked, I let go of my dick and bring my hand to his. I hold him with a firm grip. “You’re less of a baby, and way more of a brat.”
“Fuck. You,” he says slowly and bucks his hips up into my hand.
I let go again. He collapses onto his back with a huff.
“Patience,” I laugh, and reach over him to open up my bedside table drawer.
Inside I find my bottle of lube. I pull myself up straight and sit back on my heels, then open the bottle and pour some into my hand.
To keep him from complaining, I smear the lube over his dick, and work the head with a few rolls of my hand.
“Fuck…” he moans, his voice low and sexy.
As I work his dick with my hand, I position myself to straddle one of his legs.
I may be looming over him, and I may also be in control right now, but I also don’t want to assume a too dominant position if that’s not what he’s into.
Exploring Brandon, discovering new details about him, reading his likes and dislikes is one of the funnest things about this.
I lean forward and brace myself with my free hand as I kiss him. This new position has my dick hover just over his. I loosen my grip, then drop my hips so I can place my dick beside his in my hand. Then, I wrap my fingers around both of us and thrust against him into my fist.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he says, his rock-hard cock rigid and straining.
I drop my hips so I can feel more of his body against mine as we thrust and grind together into my slick fist. Exploring each other this way feels primal.
My body can move and enjoy every second of this on instinct.
Man against man. Our dicks gliding back and forth against each other.
The comfort of being with someone who not only enjoys but understands this very base need. Who craves it as I do. It’s perfect.
And the fact that it’s with Brandon. Someone who has never made me feel like I’m wrong. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
“Oh fuck,” he says, breathless underneath me. He’s quickening his pace.
My balls draw up and I make my grip tighter. We’re both about to blow, and I’d like for it to be done together.
Quickening my own pace, I lean back down and attach my lips to his. He moans into my kiss, and I feel the splash of his release begin to coat my hand. The warmth of his come, sliding between my fingers, and coating my dick tips me over the edge.
I’m panting as I remove my lips from his. We both look down between us, and watch as I shoot my load onto his stomach below me.
Once I’m done, and I let go of our dicks, I roll off of him and land on the bed.
He’s laughing beside me. “That was not how I expected this night to go.”
“No,” I admit. “Me neither.” I catch my breath then position myself back on top of him. “But I sure am glad it did.”
Brandon
After showering, Ryan is true to his word and offers to take me back to Danton’s.
I don’t want to leave him. But I also know it’s for the best. The longer I stay here in the afterglow of us having sex, the harder it’s going to be for me to accept it when Ryan inevitably changes his mind and goes back to thinking that he and I are a bad idea.
Even if after that, it’s clear we’re not.
Sex with Ryan, I’m almost ashamed to admit, was the best I’ve ever had.
And it wasn’t even anything all that involved.
No penetration. No one’s dick made it into anyone’s mouth.
We literally just mutually humped ourselves into Ryan’s fist and it was the most shattering goddamn sexual experience of my life.
That eight-year build-up really paid off. Not that Ryan knows anything about that. It’s not like he’s been dreaming of every which way to have me the same way I have with him for far too long.
A part of me was hoping that us fucking would have scratched that itch for me. I mean, I always knew it wouldn’t, but I did try to lie to myself. Unfortunately, I can already tell that from here on out, it’s only going to get worse.
He grabs his keys. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” I nod my head, but the truth is no. I’m not ready. Because as soon as he drops me off at Danton’s, the night is over. And I don’t know what comes next.
“Come on,” he says and opens the door for me.
I head out and he catches up with me. I’m surprised when I feel him grab a hold of my hand as we walk to the elevator.
He continues to hold it as he presses the button to go down.
He doesn’t let it go when the elevator car arrives.
He holds it firm as he walks us to his car.
He finally lets it go when we reach the trunk, and we head to either side of the car.
“I wish you could stay,” he says when he gets in and starts the engine.
“Me too,” I say. I look over my shoulder at him and give him a mischievous grin. “But we don’t want Mom and Dad wondering where I am.”
He laughs at that. “I dare you to start calling Danton that.”
“No thanks.” I laugh with him. “That felt wrong even as a joke.”
But what doesn’t feel wrong is this lightness about us, even while I’m feeling heavy about having to leave.
After putting the car in drive, he grabs my hand again. Between us, I feel a thousand words going unspoken. Should we talk about what just happened? Can we do it again? Or, okay that’s done, now do we just go back to how we’ve been?
Personally, I’d like to do it again. But I’m not about to ask Ryan. Not now. I finally got what I wanted. I can ruin it another day. For now I’ll simply try to enjoy this moment.
When we enter Danton’s neighborhood, Ryan shuts his car’s lights off.
Then, as slowly and as quietly as he can, he pulls into Danton’s driveway, and puts the car into park.
He turns to face me. The serious look on his face stops me from reaching for the door handle.
“Would you laugh at me if I told you I was thinking about sneaking in with you?”
Something similar to relief washes over me. Maybe we are aligned on how we want to play this. “Yes, actually,” I laugh. “But it’s more because now I’m imagining the look of surprise on their faces when they catch us in bed together.”
He shakes his head, and his lips pull into a tired and easy smile. “Wouldn’t happen.”
“Would absolutely happen.” I continue to laugh, feeling very giddy. “You’ve lived here before. You know how it is. If Danton doesn’t walk in on us it’ll be one of the kids, or damn, even Moxy would rat us out.”
As if on cue, I hear Moxy’s deep bark in the background.
“See?” I tip my head towards Danton’s house. “She’s probably watching us by the front door.”
He reaches for me and uses his hand to tug me towards him. He meets me over the center console with his lips. “Good night, Brandon,” he says when we break apart.
I reach for the door handle to let myself out. “I’ll see you tomorrow at practice.”