How to Hack a Hacker - A.J. Sherwood Page 0,59

part. It looks sort of empty in here.”

Kyou put the computer tower back down on his desk, avoiding looking at Brannigan as he answered. “We all have multiple houses. We don’t spend a lot of time in any of them. So, collecting stuff and decorating isn’t exactly high up on the to-do list.”

Setting the monitors down, Brannigan freed up his hands so that he could reach out and run a hand down Kyou’s spine in a warm caress. “Will that change now?”

“It already has, really. Partially for Remi’s sake—we want her to be in a school system for a full year. And Aiden’s, as he’s locked into that hospital another two years.” Kyou shot him a shy smile. “I guess it’s a sign we’re growing up. Or something.”

“I think it’s more a sign that your hearts have finally found a home.” With a gentle touch, he drew Kyou into an embrace, leaning down to touch their foreheads together. “I know it unsettled you a little to have me come in here.”

“Unsettled isn’t…the right word. I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. Or déjà vu. I’ve dreamed of this happening so many times, but didn’t have any expectation that it really would.” Kyou closed in, wrapping both arms around Brannigan’s waist and settling his head against that firm shoulder with a sigh. The man was warm and smelled good. For once, Kyou wasn’t in a hurry to set up his computer. He liked it right where he was. “I like having you here. My brain’s just not sure how to process it yet.”

Brannigan kissed the top of his head. “I’m relieved to be here. I was afraid it wouldn’t ever happen.”

“Fortunately, Remi betrayed me.”

Brannigan snorted a laugh. “I knew I liked her for a reason. She was the one who texted me, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. Then she blabbed your name and number to Ari. I’d spank her for it, but I want to hug her at the same time, so I’m rather conflicted.”

“I’m rewarding her. She did us both a favor.” Brannigan drew his head up and kissed him lightly, teasingly. “I want today with you. With nothing hanging over our heads. I want good Chinese and bad TV and way too much sex.”

That sounded like the best offer of Kyou’s life. “We can always unload the car later, I guess….”

“Much later,” Brannigan purred. He kept one hand planted on the small of Kyou’s back even as the other came up to card his fingers through Kyou’s thick hair. He kissed Kyou with promise and heat, and it sent tingles of pleasure dancing lightly under Kyou’s skin.

Kyou urgently kissed him back, pulling their hips together so he could grind into the man. They’d now had sex precisely thrice, and that seemed such a sacrilege right now. Why hadn’t they been fucking like bunnies? He was half-hard from the kiss alone, and he could feel Brannigan steadily hardening even as he ground into the man. It felt good but unsatisfying. This contact through two layers of clothes wasn’t what either of them really wanted.

Tearing his mouth away, Brannigan asked desperately, “Bed?”

“Too far,” Kyou growled, already impatient at the idea of going all the way to the other end of the apartment. Never mind that was only twelve or so steps away, it was far too much distance to cross. He turned and shoved the monitors to the far side, giving him enough room on the surface of the desk.

Brannigan stayed planted, watching him, those clear green eyes slowly widening. “You’re not suggesting…”

“You seem to have this opinion about me”—Kyou stripped his shirt off without fanfare, tossing it carelessly to the floor. He liked the look on his lover’s face, and it brought out his own sense of mischief—“that I’m shy about sex. Not the case. I’m bad at flirting, so I don’t normally have sex. There’s a difference, Bran. And right now, I really want you to bend me over this desk and fuck me.”

Brannigan’s mouth moved, but no words emerged. He gave up trying to speak and wordlessly dug his wallet out, including the packet of lube and a condom, slapping them on the desk next to Kyou’s hip. Then he tackled Kyou’s jeans.

Kyou enjoyed immensely that he’d turned the man’s brain off so thoroughly with lust he couldn’t even form words. He tugged and pulled at Brannigan’s clothes too, until they were both naked. Kyou thoroughly appreciated getting his hands all over that warm, taut skin, stroking Brannigan up to