his side, patting the mattress beside him. “Up here.”
Nick lay down facing him and leaned close for a kiss, his hand warm on Brian’s arm. They kissed slowly, tongues stroking, lips plucking, breath mingling, sweet with snack cakes and affection. Brian scooted forward until their thighs met and Nick’s cock rode hard alongside his own. He eased his hand between them. “Just this.”
His fingers couldn’t quite circle both of them, but Nick licked his own palm and reached down to join him. They moved against each other, legs jostling, hands a little rough, a little dry. Brian thrust into their combined grip. Perfectly perfect— Nick’s skin against his own, Nick’s hard cock rubbing his sensitive erection, precum seeping and Nick’s palm brushing over the heads so his touch got slicker and wetter…
He wanted to watch their hands, but Nick kissed him again and he wanted that more. Nick’s tongue pumped against the roof of Brian’s mouth in time with jerking him off. Brian let his jaw open and his eyes close. Nick nipped his lower lip, then sucked his neck rhythmically under his jaw, taking up that same pulse against his skin. Brian gasped and moaned.
They both sped up, thrusts jerky now, not quite in time, chasing that spiral of need as they fucked into the tunnel of their hands, bumping and rubbing and pressing deep, almost, liquid heat like lava building inside, balls pulling tight— “Ahh, God!” Orgasm seized him, spilling that heat into his hands. His vision sparkled behind closed lids; his chest heaved as he gasped. Dimly, he felt Nick pull free and give him a two-handed grip, tugging Brian’s balls and pumping his shaft, milking jolt after jolt of climax from him.
When he couldn’t stand another touch he gasped, “Enough. Wow.”
Nick chuckled darkly. Brian blinked and saw Nick’s eyes gleaming at him. Nick kissed him fast, then rose up on his knees, his hand a blur on his jutting cock. Seconds later, jets of Nick’s spunk coated Brian’s stomach and hip, stripes of warmth painting him with Nick’s pleasure. Nick’s back arched, his wet, red mouth open, his body bucking as he came. Brian laughed in delight. Nick shifted so a last spurt of jizz hit Brian’s chin and mouth, before slumping onto his heels.
Brian licked his lips, then swiped his chin with a finger and sucked on it, watching Nick.
“Not fucking fair.” Nick grabbed Brian’s wrist and pulled his hand up to bite that wet finger. “I’m toast. You can stop teasing.” He eased down on the bed, stretching out on his side to face Brian, but didn’t let go of his hand. Brian relaxed, willing to lie there sticky and tired and wrung out, while Nick played with his fingers and stroked his knuckles.
After a bit, Brian reached down to pat Nick’s soft cock, laughing as it barely twitched under his touch. Nick captured that hand too. “Yeah, you laugh.” Nick held his wrists, pulling Brian’s hands to his chest. “Jesus, what you do to me.”
Brian let his eyes drift closed. In a minute, he’d get up and shower. Maybe he’d be able to fit Nick under the shower with him, for the pleasure of warm water and soft touches and taking care of each other. For now, he drifted, aware of a slight ache lingering behind his temples.
If he mentioned it, Nick would get up and get him water and food and drugs. But if Nick happened to mention his back was stiff from the long drive, Brian would roll him over and use his hands, grown strong from farm work, to knead the knots out of Nick, and then get him some meds. He wasn’t a burden anymore, not a freak, not someone’s responsibility. He was a partner in this life they were building.
Brian breathed softly, his legs tangled with Nick’s. He wished he could reach back to the isolated, scared, confused boy he’d once been and show him this moment, this man. But maybe that boy hiding deep down behind Bry wouldn’t have believed it. Maybe he’d had to live through it all, to get to where he could sleep and look forward so much to waking.
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Nick pulled around behind his PI office and parked, turning to Brian. “Are you sure you don’t want to go home first?”
“Nope.” Brian got out and stretched, his T-shirt riding up to show a strip of pale, soft stomach.
Nick wanted to smoosh his face in there, despite a second round of sex in that little