Burden (8 page)

Brennan edged them to the bathroom. A shower sounded pretty damn good actually. They practically fell through the opening when he turned the knob. Only Keegan’s strong arms kept him upright. Then fingers were plucking at his fly, unzipping and reaching in to grasp his cock. He moaned into Keegan’s mouth and attempted to return the favor, but he was a tangled mess.

Keegan released him and gave him a small shove. “Out of those clothes. Now.” He stalked forward, his jaw tense.

Brennan’s heart raced and his stomach gave a flip, but he obeyed, first kicking off his shoes and then bending to pull his jeans off. When he was naked, he drew upright, his cock jutting out proudly. Good thing his little brain didn’t have the same issue his big brain did.

“Now me.”

Brennan sucked in a breath, silently thrilled at the short command. He didn’t hesitate in kneeling to divest Keegan of his clothes, helping him step out of his shoes and socks, and then yanking his jeans off. He rubbed his cheek on Keegan’s hard length, taking in his muskiness and reaching for his own cock.

“No.” The snapped reprimand made Brennan jump. “Don’t touch yourself.” Keegan crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his shirt and stripped it over his head. Keegan standing in his birthday suit and staring down at him with a hungry gleam in his eyes was almost enough to make Brennan come without being touched.

“Suck me, Brennan. No hands. Not on me, and not on you. Put them behind your back so you aren’t tempted.”

Brennan swallowed and did as he was told.

Keegan gripped his cock, gave its length a slow pull, and then offered it to Brennan.

Wetting his lips, Brennan leaned forward and opened to accept. The flared bulb wept with precome, and Brennan licked it, tasting for the first time Keegan’s essence. The saltiness slid across his tongue, followed closely by the soft head. Brennan closed his lips around it and sucked.

“Fuck.”

A glance up found Keegan’s head thrown back. His hands were at his sides, opening and closing, and his abs were drawn tight. Brennan moved, taking Keegan farther into his mouth until he touched the back of Brennan’s throat. It had been so long since he’d been with another man. He wanted to savor every moment. It might be his last for a while. No way would Keegan stay with someone like him for long. He had too many issues.

“Fuck. Don’t stop.”

Brennan pulled back and then sucked him deep again, using his tongue to lave the length. He got into a good rhythm, bobbing shallow then deep, drawing hard and then soft. Keegan’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close and taking control of the speed and depth. Brennan let himself be used, concentrating on the ache growing in his knees and keeping his fingers locked behind his back so he wouldn’t jerk at his own cock.

His eyes watered, his breath came hard out of his nose and every once in a while he gagged. He loved it. Moans and groans filled the small space. Brennan didn’t know if they were his or Keegan’s or both of theirs.

Keegan’s body tensed above Brennan’s. He held himself rigid in Brennan’s mouth. Seconds later he came, spurting down Brennan’s throat. Brennan waited, swallowing around the shaft, milking every bit from Keegan and then letting the softening cock slip slowly from his lips, licking Keegan clean as he did.

“Come here.” Keegan’s words were guttural.

With Keegan’s help, Brennan stood, working the kinks out of his knees on the way.

“I didn’t mean to go that far.”

“How far did you mean to go? You can kinda only go so far with a blowjob.”

Keegan blew out a breath. “I meant to pull out. But the second you touched me, I was gone.”

“Oh. It’s fine. I don’t mind. Really.”

Keegan kissed Brennan’s forehead. “You also get off on being submissive, don’t you?”

Brennan narrowed his eyes. “Not always. Don’t go thinking you’ll always get your way.” His shoulders slipped a little, and he dropped his gaze to the floor. “If there is an again, I mean.”

A knuckle under his chin forced his gaze back up. “Oh, there’ll be an again. For sure.” Keegan turned him to the shower and smacked him on the ass. “Turn it on and get in so I can show you
again
right now.”

Chapter Nine

Keegan couldn’t take his gaze off Brennan’s backside. In a few short minutes he would be buried balls-deep between those slim cheeks, slipping in and out of Brennan’s hole and— “Shit.”

Brennan spun, eyes wide in question. “What?”

“I don’t suppose you have any condoms.”

Shoulders falling, Brennan sucked in his bottom lip and slapped the faucet off. His dejection almost made Keegan smile. Almost, because he wasn’t too enthused either. At himself for not even thinking of protection when he’d known things were going this direction.

“I’m clean.” Brennan’s head dropped. “I m-mean, I haven’t b-been with anyone since—”

Keegan stepped forward, wrapped his hands around Brennan’s neck and lifted his face with thumbs at his cheeks. “Shh…” He kissed the man, keeping it soft at first and then deepening things when Brennan’s tongue came out to lick at Keegan’s. “Jesus. You are temptation. I haven’t been with anyone in awhile either. Regular exams are clean for me, and I’ve never gone bareback, ever, but I won’t risk you. We’ll both get tested first. Until then…”

Brennan nodded once and then started their kiss again. Keegan moaned into Brennan’s mouth. He couldn’t get close enough. Their cocks bumped, and Keegan pushed Brennan into the wall, caging him in with his hands on either side of his head.

Fuck the condom. They could do other things. “Water. On.” He panted with the effort of holding back when all he wanted to do was turn Brennan around and enter him.

“But I thought—”

“On, Brennan. There’re other things to do.”

Brennan flushed. “Right.” He shoved Keegan out of the way and jerked on the faucet once more, letting the water hit a temperature they could stand.

Keegan took that time to run his hands over Brennan’s skin, for a moment saddened by the thinness he not only saw, but felt. What hell he must have gone through to be in this condition, because Keegan had a feeling at one time Brennan had been a fit, muscled man.

He vowed to get him back to that state.

Keegan slipped his forefinger down the crease of Brennan’s ass, snorting a laugh when the cheeks clenched.

“You couldn’t keep me out of there if you tried, Bren.”

Brennan looked over his shoulder and shrugged. “’S been awhile.”

“I know.” Keegan kissed the tip of Brennan’s nose. “I’ll take it easy the first time. Open you up nice and slow before I take you.”

Brennan swallowed and closed his eyes. Keegan took the opportunity to reach around him and take a hold of his prick. He gave the length a slow, squeezing tug and rubbed the pearl of come that leaked out.

“In.”

With a slight stumble over the door’s track, Brennan entered and scooted to the far side to let Keegan in behind him. The water wasn’t quite warm enough, so Keegan adjusted it before returning his attention to the sweet backside facing him. The breath hissed out of Brennan’s lips when Keegan pressed him into the chilly marble wall. He nipped the stretch of skin between Brennan’s ear and shoulder. He plucked at his hardened nipples. He settled his cock between cheeks that tightened around his length.

Keegan groaned. It would be so easy to guide himself to the entrance he knew would be tight from being unused and press inside. He also knew it would likely hurt like hell if he didn’t do as he promised and stretch Brennan first. Keegan laid his forehead against the back of Brennan’s head, loving the warmth of the water cascading down his back and the warmth of Brennan on his front.

“I can’t wait to get inside you.” Keegan left a nipple to trail his fingertips down Brennan’s belly to his waiting erection.

Damn it. He’d forgotten lube. He searched the shower for an option when he spied exactly what he wanted hidden behind the shampoo. The bottle hit the floor when he dug behind it and pulled out a small tube of K-Y.

“Well, well. What have we got here?” He flipped the top open as Brennan looked at him over his shoulder.

“What?” The second his gaze landed on the K-Y, his face tinged red. But then he sobered and his eyes narrowed. “I said I hadn’t been with anyone for a while, not that I was stupid.”

“Good. I’d hate to think you haven’t come in over a year.” Still not relinquishing his grip on Brennan’s length, he squeezed a generous glob onto Brennan’s neck.

“Gonna play for a bit, babe. You ready?”

Brennan nodded. “God, yes.”

“Do
not
come until I tell you.”

“Are you fucking kidding? I’m ready to blow right now.”

“Don’t care,” Keegan murmured, abandoning Brennan’s cock to take careful hold of the other man’s balls instead. He tortured them, rolling them gently in his fingers. Brennan dropped his head to rest on the wall, a pained grumble issuing from his mouth. His hands fisted above his head.

“That’s a good place for your hands. Leave them.” Keegan slid the fingers of his free hand through the lube, making sure he was good and slick, and with his foot nudged Brennan’s legs farther apart. Only when the man was spread-eagle did he place the pad of his middle finger on Brennan’s hole.

“Fuck. There’s no way.” Brennan gasped, squirming beneath the dual onslaught of his balls being fondled and his rim being breached.

“Find a way, Bren. Think about something else. But do. Not. Come.”

“How the
fuck
am I supposed to do that?”

“Don’t care.” Keegan licked the shell of Brennan’s ear. “Think about your aunt.”

“Fucker.”

Keegan slipped the tip of his finger inside Brennan, who hissed and lifted up on his toes. Keegan chuckled. “You’re easy.”

“I told you it’s been a long time.”

Keegan simply pulled out and pushed back in.

“More.” Brennan lowered himself, following Keegan’s finger, angling for better penetration.

“Relax.”

“You relax.”

Keegan released him altogether and stepped back.

Brennan whimpered. “Asshole.”

Keegan crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not some fucking fragile flower, Keegan. I won’t break.”

And this was how Keegan thought the real Brennan had been. A take-no-bullshit-from-anyone type of guy. Not the shy, lost man he’d been so far.

“Yes, sir.” Keegan smiled and returned to Brennan. “You may not break, but you still better not come.” He bit down on Brennan’s earlobe to punctuate his threat.

“I can’t promise shit. It’s been too damn long for me.”

“Fair enough.” Keegan stroked Brennan’s length once before settling his fingers in a tight ring around the base.

This time, instead of one finger, Keegan swiped two through the lube and put them against Brennan’s hole. If the man wanted more, he’d give him more. He eased both past the tight ring of muscles. Brennan bore down on him, taking him and begging him for more without words.

Keegan worked him with those two digits, shallow at first, then deeper and deeper, scissoring his fingers and reaching for the sweet spot he knew would make Brennan shoot.

Brennan’s breath heaved from his lungs, his toes curled on the shower floor, his hands still fisted as he tried in vain to pump himself through Keegan’s hold on his dick.

“Son of a bitch. Please.”

“What? This?” Keegan curved a finger inside Brennan and stroked his prostate. Brennan shot upward on his tiptoes. He reached behind him and clutched Keegan’s hip, his fingernails digging deep.

Keegan added to the assault, sliding his fist up and down Brennan’s cock in quick strokes. Seeing Brennan so close added fuel to Keegan’s own desire. Her jerked his fingers from Brennan’s ass and sandwiched his dick between Brennan’s cheeks. Shoved up against the wall the way they were gave Keegan the leverage he needed to thrust his hips, wishing more than anything he was inside Brennan instead of out. The friction was almost not enough, but seeing his tan cock against Brennan’s lighter skin mesmerized him. The K-Y made things slippery, and twice he almost popped inside Brennan’s hole rather than slid past.

Brennan stiffened in Keegan’s arms and gave a grunt as he spurted in Keegan’s hand. That’s all Keegan needed to go over the edge himself. He came with a shout, shooting all over his belly and Brennan’s back.

Long, tense seconds passed as they both tried to catch their breath. Keegan held Brennan upright with a palm on his stomach when the smaller man slumped against the wall.

“Next time I’ll be inside you when that happens,” Keegan murmured in his ear. “And next time, you’ll wait ’til I say you can come before you do.”

“’Kay.”

Keegan laughed and spun them around to rinse them both off. He did a quick wash of their hair and a scrub down of his lover’s well-sated body, and then turned off the water and herded Brennan out. He yanked the towel off the wall and just barely avoided licking the drops of water from the base of Brennan’s throat—he’d end up taking the man right there on the floor, condom be damned, if he did—and dried them both off.

After hanging the towel, Keegan planted a kiss on Brennan’s temple and whispered the one clinging thought he’d had in the shower.

“You don’t stutter when you’re fucking, Bren.”

Brennan rifled through the fridge, searching for anything that looked the least bit appealing. They were both starving, and Brennan was still more than a little stunned at the turn his life had taken in the last twenty-four hours. He’d saved a man’s life, been fucked—well, as close as you could get to being fucked without actually being penetrated—and had several new revelations in his memory.

And he owed it all to the man currently sitting in his living room flipping through sports channels to find a baseball game.

He settled on the tray of meats and cheeses his aunt had brought over two nights before. He piled mustard, mayo and a loaf of bread on top, carried it into the living room and put it on the table. “Lunch.”

“Perfect.” Keegan moved over and made room for Brennan to sit on the couch with him. “You got some plates or paper towels we can use?”