Dugan. There was a surprising amount. The guy was rather high-profile at the university, a favorite amongst students. He evidently participated in quite a few university-related events, as well, held lengthy office hours during which he would take appointments online. Based on the form, he was eager and willing to personally help any student who needed it.
Interesting, considering Reese hadn’t found the guy to be all that likable despite his best efforts to appear as such.
The ringing of JJ’s cell phone broke his concentration. When she answered, he figured it was a good time to go check on Brantley.
He found the man in the house, pacing the kitchen island, lost in thought.
“You okay?” he asked casually as he made his way around to the refrigerator, careful to stay out of Brantley’s direct path.
After grabbing a bottle of water, he stepped out of Brantley’s way, watched as he continued to walk circles as though he couldn’t seem to keep still. It probably wasn’t the right time for his mind to go astray, but he was beginning to realize his attraction to this man wasn’t something he could simply shut off. His thoughts drifted to two nights ago, when Brantley had quite effectively rocked his entire world. In the best possible way. Especially when he’d used his tongue to—
“Problem?”
Brantley’s voice yanked him out of that erotic memory. “What?”
The smirk on the man’s face said Reese’s thoughts were clearly written all over his face.
Brantley stopped moving. “What’re you thinkin’ about?”
“Nothin’.”
Brantley approached, stopping just shy of plowing him over. “Liar.”
Reese grinned, the heat coursing in his veins as much due to that erotic memory as the sexy man standing in front of him.
Somehow he managed to hold his ground when Brantley leaned in. The man never touched him, but he didn’t have to. The heat of his body was potent, the rasp of his words in his ear a stimulant all their own. “Your mind’s in the gutter, Tavoularis. You’re thinkin’ about the two of us … naked.”
A soft groan escaped him, a not-so-subtle confirmation.
“What am I gonna do about you?” Brantley whispered, leaning in and brushing his lips over Reese’s neck.
The bottle of water nearly fell when that wicked mouth trailed over his flesh.
“We’re supposed to be workin’,” Reese said, though it lacked the conviction he’d intended. “Baz and JJ are out in the barn.”
“We’re takin’ a lunch break.”
He chuckled because that was something Brantley would come up with, an interesting way to describe the fact they were about to devour one another.
Reese inhaled sharply when Brantley’s hands slipped beneath his shirt, sliding confidently over his skin, moving around to his back as he pulled him in.
“I can’t help myself,” Brantley continued. “I want you, Reese. Every fucking time I look at you, I want you. From that very first day I saw you. You’d think it would slow down some.” Brantley shook his head, then trailed his lips toward Reese’s. “It hasn’t. Opposite. Touch me.”
There was nowhere for him to put the water bottle, so Reese simply let it fall to the floor. It clattered and rolled away, leaving Reese’s hands free to reach for Brantley. He pulled him in, their lips sliding together, tongues exploring. The kiss was laced with an intensity that seemed to be building the longer they were around each other.
Reese felt the passion, realized he was beginning to crave it like a drug. This was new, it was thrilling, and he’d yet to get his fill of this man. In fact, he doubted he ever would. He got the feeling years could pass before he would even be moderately sated.
“Touch me,” Brantley groaned, leaning into him.
Understanding, Reese reached for Brantley’s jeans, unbuttoned, unzipped, then jerked them down his hips. His cock was hard as steel, smooth as velvet as Reese took him in his fist.
Another guttural grunt from Brantley, a few creative curse words.
“Don’t stop touchin’ me,” Brantley moaned. “Never. Stop. Touchin’. Me.”
Reese wrapped one arm around Brantley’s neck, pulled him in close while he stroked him firmly with his other hand. They stood, right there in Brantley’s kitchen, leaning into one another while he worked Brantley toward release. He wanted nothing in return because this … touching him, bringing him to orgasm … it was a reward all on its own.
“You wanna come for me, Navy boy?” he rasped against Brantley’s ear.
“Fuck…” Brantley began rocking his hips, fucking Reese’s fist. “Reese … love when you touch me.”
Warmth consumed him, heat he was beginning to get familiar