bristled at the cheating storyline. He leaned against me, and I swooped my arm around his shoulder without a second thought. Finally, with him in my arms, I started to relax.
It felt so good to have him there on my couch, I got lost in the pepperminty smell of his hair, and the way he laughed at the jokes on the show.
“Wait, what is going on here?” I motioned to the screen with my glass. “I can’t follow this.”
“Okay, so the cute guy with his shirt off? This is Gerome. He’s super gay, and he wants to get with this straight idiot, Paul.”
I chuckled at how animated he was about the show, and let him fill me in.
“So this other character, Freddy -”
“The mechanic?”
“That’s Damian. Freddy’s his twin brother -”
“The politician?”
“Mayor. He’s totally my type. Tall, built, in control.” He smirked and nudged me in the ribs. “Anyway, everyone thinks he’s the one blackmailing Gerome, but it’s actually the other guy, the janitor at the school without a name? Remember him from the scene before?”
I pinched between my eyes and groaned as I tried to put the threads together. “I’m a special agent, and I can’t follow this.”
Brax patted my leg and beamed up at me. “Look, all you need to know is all the characters are hot.”
“So I see,” I said as a cute waif of a dancer came on screen wearing nothing but ballet tights.
Brax nudged me and snuggled closer. “Is he your type?”
“Type?” I considered it. “I suppose so. I like beautiful men.”
Brax grinned smugly and I ran a knuckle along his elegant jaw. He turned back to the screen and his breath hitched in his chest. The waif and the bulky man Brax had said was “his type” were in bed. On top of the sheets. Writhing.
“Explicit.” I moved in my seat and set my glass down.
“Mm-hm.” Brax put his hand on my knee and a shock of pleasure burst up my thigh. The top on the show moved around behind the bottom and pressed him face-down on the bed. Brax made a small sound of arousal and his grip tightened. My dick hardened at the thought of taking him like that. Pressing him down. Giving him what he needed.
As though reading my mind, Brax glanced up at me and I squeezed his shoulder tight. He moaned again, and I was right there in the moment with him. No second-guessing. No worrying about how to navigate whatever this arrangement was. I took his mouth, and claimed him with a deep, firm kiss.
Brax melted against the intensity of it. I held the back of his head and kept him right there, where I could explore his mouth as I wanted. He whined and kissed me, soft and sweet. Willing. Adoring.
I eased back and smiled at his glazed-over and happy expression. He threw his arms around my neck, threw his leg over mine, and straddled my lap.
“More,” he moaned.
I grabbed his ass with one hand and his head with another as he kissed me just as hard as I’d given it to him. I loved his hot little tongue dancing with mine, and my cock loved how he writhed in my lap. Soon he was grinding against me as if he knew just how I liked it and I moaned into his mouth.
“Good.” I squeezed his thighs encouragingly. “You do that just right. Get me hard, baby.”
Brax ground his ass firmer against my dick as his eyes rolled back a little, and my cock surged with arousal at how sweet he was. How willing. How fucking eager.
I couldn’t take it a moment longer. With my arms under his ass, I lifted him with me as I stood up. He gasped and grabbed my shoulders, but he didn’t need to hold on. He was so light, it was easy to carry him to the bedroom.
He sighed and looked at me in exasperation as I laid him down gently on the bed. “You’re perfect, you know?”
I chuckled and kissed him once more before I slid off the bed to undo his boots. He watched with wide, eager eyes as I delicately unlaced them and wriggled them off his feet, peeled his socks off, and massaged his high arches as he moaned.
I moved up the bed and unbuttoned his shirt just as slowly and deliberately. He tried to help, but I took his hand and firmly pressed it onto the bed.
“Don’t,” I scolded, and undid the final button. I took a