the head while I jerked the base. He fixed his eyes on mine and blinked through the water, then started to moan and tremble, jerking himself hard and fast. It was so much. His lips stretched around my cock, his tiny whimpers, the sweet, pleading look in his eyes… I growled and gritted my teeth as my thighs shook, and I started to come.
Brax’s eyes widened as the first shot hit his tongue, and then fluttered shut as he took more of my load. I moaned loudly, frustrated I couldn’t hold the back of his head or run my fingers through his hair as I shot into his mouth, but it made my orgasm all the more intense. Stars sparked behind my eyelids for a moment, and glowed brighter still when Brax cried out as he came—deliciously muffled by my cock in his mouth. Bolts of energy ran up my back until my legs were shaking and I had to press against the tiles to stop from falling. Everything vibrated with bliss.
I took a deep breath and eased back into reality just as Brax slid up and threw his arms around me. I moaned happily, held him with my good arm, and relished in the feeling of his soft warm body pressed against me. I pressed my smile against his shoulder and pulled him closer.
Boyfriend.
A cloud of steam from our long shower followed us out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where we dried off and started to dress between kissing. I was buttoning my black shirt, a one-handed move I’d become an expert at, and I looked at Brax in the mirror of the cluttered bureau as he affixed a small rose-shaped stud to one of his ears. He was so beautiful and I intended on making the most of my last two days before I went back to work.
I stopped buttoning my shirt. “Brax?”
“Mm?” He glanced at me in the reflection.
“Would you like to go on a date with me?”
His smile immediately shined at me. “A date?”
“It occurred to me I haven’t taken you out. Properly. Officially.” I wasn’t really worried he’d reject me but the invitation still made me giddy.
“Oh, an official date? Sign me up.” He spun around and reached out for me.
I took his hand and let him tug me closer to him so he could rest his head on my belly. I ran the exposed fingertips of my right hand over the top of his head.
“When are we going?”
“Are you free today?”
“Today?” He beamed again. “I’ve got some work to do but… yeah, we could go this morning, if you’re free?”
“What else am I doing?” I held up my arm and groaned.
Brax laughed and shook his head at me. “You’re funny when you’re injured.”
“Only when I’m injured?” I wasn’t offended, I just loved bantering with him.
“Your able-bodied humor is, um, it could use some work.” He turned back to the mirror and grinned as he picked up an eyeliner pencil.
I gasped and put my hand on my chest, mock-offended. “Lucky I’ve got a wise guy to teach me how to crack jokes.”
“A wise guy?” He stopped with the pencil pressed to the edge of his eye and laughed as he looked at me in the reflection. “This is what I’m talking about. You can’t say old man stuff like that and expect people to laugh.”
I smirked proudly. “You’re laughing right now, Braxton.”
He poked his tongue out at me and went back to his make-up, shooting me playful daggers with his eyes every now and then as I finished the arduous task of getting dressed one-handed. He took mercy on me and tied my shoes for me and helped me into my coat.
“Hm, wait right there.” He left me by the front door and disappeared back into the bedroom, coming back with an ice blue woolen scarf he looped around my neck. “It’ll bring out your eyes.”
“Color, huh?” I glanced in the mirror by the door. I had to admit—he was right. My eyes looked bright. Hm, maybe this color thing could work for me…
“Domino! Pst-pst-pst!” Brax called for the kitten, and he shot out from under the couch like a bullet with a ball of masking tape stuck to his tail. Brax scooped him up and fussed over getting the sticky stuff out of his tail as we made our way across the hall to Matt and Seb’s office.
The “all entry” passcode the brothers had for each other’s apartments didn’t work on the