they worked Nick’s ass cheeks together, then apart. Brian’s lips pressed against his back. A soft breath brushed over his hole.
Nick’s plans for going slow tonight drowned in the heat flashing through him. “Yeah. Now. Like that.”
“Like what?” Brian hugged over him from behind, his chest against Nick’s bare spine. Through Brian’s T-shirt, Nick could feel the nubs of tight nipples against his shoulder blades. Brian leaned heavily enough that Nick had to brace against the weight. He kissed Nick under his ear. “What do you want?”
Nick couldn’t help a flash of irritation. He’d never asked for this from Brian before, but still, his twitching, begging ass wasn’t exactly subtle. “You need an engraved invitation?”
“Maybe.”
Brian got off him and the cool air raised goosebumps along Nick’s spine. He opened his eyes and twisted enough to look over his shoulder. Brian sat back on his heels on the bed, staring at Nick’s ass. He was flushed, and clearly hard under his tented shorts. His parted lips were pink, and Nick briefly pictured them wrapped around his dick, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He was empty inside, adrift, and Brian was the anchor he needed.
“It works better without clothes.” He hadn’t meant that to sound snarky, but Brian flinched slightly, and looked down at himself. I’m an idiot. Nick tried to soften his tone. “Come on. I’ve been thinking about you naked and inside me for the last two weeks.”
Brian’s eyes rose quickly to meet his. “Really?”
“Hell, yeah. Well, the first week I mostly thought about fucking you, but then…” He paused. He wasn’t used to asking, but it was time to try. “I don’t bottom much. Like, at all. It makes me feel…” Vulnerable? Small? He wasn’t sure he knew. That wasn’t the important part. “Anyway, I realized I want to, with you. I need to have you take charge, and just do me.” Shit, that was the worst explanation ever.
It seemed to have amused and relaxed Brian, though. There was a sparkle in his eyes, and he set both hands firmly on Nick’s butt again. “Do you?” He squeezed, massaging and working Nick’s ass hard enough to rock him back and forth. “Top you?”
“Yeah.” He sounded hoarse again, and buried his face in the pillow.
“You won’t take charge from the bottom?”
Brian’s thumb grazed Nick’s hole as he started to answer and his denial came out as a scrambled “Nurk!”
“Sure you won’t.” Brian let go.
Nick twisted around for a quick, worried look, but Brian was stripping off his T-shirt, his face already hidden in the fabric. Nick closed his eyes again and waited, while the bouncing and rustling suggested Brian was dealing with his shorts too. Then warm palms landed on his hips, and Brian kissed the small of his back, moving gradually upward with a nip of teeth and a touch of wet tongue. His erection pressed against Nick’s left butt cheek.
“Mm.” Nick swayed. “Lube.”
“Rushing much?” Brian stroked a finger down Nick’s crack and rubbed lightly over his hole.
Nick whined when that touch moved lower to press behind his balls.
Brian chuckled, although Nick heard an unsteadiness behind it. “Good?”
“Better if you, y’know, aimed higher.” He slid his knees farther up the bed and arched, trying to get some kind of touch on his cock. “Or lower.”
“Shush.” Brian’s hands moved again, spreading him open.
Nick tried to relax and go with it. Brian had bottomed enough by now to know what the fuck he was doing, and if not, well, Nick was tough. He could take a bit of fumbling, no problem, to end up where he wanted to be. He wasn’t sure why he felt so needy, so hollow inside and so determined to have Brian fill him. It didn’t matter. For once, in this unfamiliar motel with his life rearranged, he wanted this in a way he never had before.
Brian explored him, rubbing and pressing around his pucker, kneading his balls, scraping a blunt fingernail across his taint until he bucked and yelped.
“Sorry?”
“No. Fine. Fuck. Do it now.”
“Lube.” Brian’s touch left him, then came back slick and wet. “Can you reach your dick?”
“Sure.” Nick slid one hand underneath his belly and wrapped his fingers around his erection. He had to squeeze painfully hard not to come just like that. Jesus, close! There was no reason he should be so near the edge, but he ringed his cock with a tight grip and waited for Brian.
Brian’s lubed fingers pressed against him, firm, insistent. Nick hadn’t bottomed for a man in