Caught Running (17 page)

"Come on,” he breathed as he grabbed Brandon's hand and tugged him toward the door. “Whichever car's closest, I don't care,” he growled. “We'll steal one if we have to,” he declared, pushing Brandon ahead of him through the door.

Brandon laughed in disbelief, but let Jake push him along before digging in his heels. “Wait, keys, I need car keys!” he exclaimed.

Jake growled in frustration and flopped his hands around. “Well!” he demanded impatiently. “We'll hotwire it,” he exclaimed with eyes that sparkled mischievously.

Brandon laughed again, a richer, fuller sound. “Just hang on a sec.” He loped back to the locker room, turned the corner and snagged his back pack, emerging with it while digging for the keys, which he held up with a triumphant, “Ah ha!” Jake watched the man light up and grinned at him, wanting him even more. “Come on!” Brandon said, grabbing Jake's arm and pulling him out to the parking lot and toward the Jetta, where he threw the bag in the back seat and climbed in.

It was the shortest mile on record. They hit that damn stoplight just right and got to Jake's house in 96 seconds, a new land-speed record, and Brandon barely had the car in park before Jake was out the door. Brandon grabbed the keys and his backpack and launched out of the vehicle, following the other man up the front steps.

It took Jake a bit of fumbling with the key before he remembered that they'd left the door unlocked, and he shoved it open and pulled Brandon into the house. Once again he was tugging at the man's clothing, tearing the jersey even further as he yanked at it and pushed Brandon toward the staircase. “Nice driving,” he grunted as his hands wandered, slowing their progress but enjoyable all the same.

"Thanks,” Brandon said breathlessly as he tried to unfasten the buttons on Jake's jersey. But he finally stopped and forced Jake's arms up so he could pull both the jersey and Under Armour over his head, knocking his cap to the floor as well. The sight of all those muscles made Brandon get aroused again. He had no problem figuring out what it was about Jake that was driving him wild—his forcible nature, his strength, his hard body, his passion. “I was motivated,” he added, starting in on Jake's belt before his hands got smacked.

"I'll show you motivated,” Jake growled, herding Brandon up the stairs and down the hall. “Faster,” he snarled as he shoved Brandon into the bedroom and pushed him toward the bed.

Brandon's face flushed and his eyes glazed again as Jake took control. He stumbled back to the bed, kicked off his shoes and pulled his jersey and shirt over his head, tossing them to the floor.
Christ.
He wanted this so badly he could taste it, taste Jake on him and in him and around him.
We're totally nuts to be doing this
, some residual voice of reason told him. Brandon pretty much kicked it aside and ignored it.

Jake stood at the end of the bed and watched Brandon get rid of his shirts hungrily. He was waiting until he could really pounce on the man, just like he had wanted to do that day in the locker room. He pushed his own pants down and stepped out of them, sliding his briefs down next and kicking them away as he stalked closer.

Focusing on stripping off his pants, briefs and blue socks, Brandon straightened to see Jake walking toward him, face set and eyes flaming. He was stunned by the other man's body—he'd known it was muscled and firm and big all over, but he'd had no idea. “Christ,” he breathed. “You're fucking gorgeous."

Jake barked a laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing a little as he got closer. “Quit talking about yourself,” he scolded as he slid his hands over bare skin and shivered in anticipation.

Making note of how Jake played off his words, Brandon slid his arms around the other man, bringing their bodies into contact. All over. He moaned. “I believe you mentioned fucking?” he said weakly against Jake's ear.

Jake made a noise that he wasn't sure he'd ever made before. Something between a whimper and a moan that ended up just sounding pitiful. “Yes,” he groaned softly, pressing his lips to Brandon's neck and sliding his hands experimentally down the man's back. “Does that interest you?” he asked cheekily, his voice gusting over Brandon's skin.

Brandon jabbed Jake in the ribs. “You said it first, Thundercat,” he prodded. “You gonna make good or not?"

"Oh Christ, not if you keep calling me that,” Jake groaned as he pressed himself hard into Brandon and toppled them both to the bed.

Laughing all the way down, Brandon wrapped his arms and legs around Jake and clung close. “Why not?” he mock-whined. “If you don't like it, tell me something else I can call you to ‘crank you up',” he teased, invoking one of the popular cheers.

"Are you trying to kill the hard-on?” Jake asked incredulously as he pinned Brandon's elbows. “Is this some sort of long-term revenge for something I did to you in high school? ‘Cause I have to say,” he murmured, kissing along Brandon's jaw, “bravo for patience."

Brandon snickered and shook his head, shifting under Jake to press up against the thick, hard length digging into his thigh. “You have
no
problem with this hard-on,” he said. “And my highly vaunted patience is quickly waning. I can't imagine what state yours must be in."

Jake pushed up and looked down at Brandon with a grin. “Are you saying I'm impatient?” he asked as he reached for the drawer in the side table. His fingers brushed the handle, and he growled and stretched harder.

Hard put not to laugh again, Brandon pressed his lips together and instead gave Jake an apologetic look.

"Shut up,” Jake huffed as he bent his head to kiss him again, a brief refill before pushing back up and reaching again for the drawer. “Dammit!” he swore, finally letting go of Brandon and crawling the tiny bit more he needed to open the drawer.

He couldn't hold it back. Brandon convulsed with laughter as Jake climbed over him. And since he had the opportunity, he groped.

"Now you're laughing at me!” Jake cried as he got his hands on the lube and the box of condoms and then smacked them down on the mattress beside Brandon's head.

Brandon sat up and pushed his way into Jake's arms. “Sex is supposed to be fun, Jake. Enjoy it,” he said with an honest smile.

"Enjoy it, damn, but don't laugh,” Jake muttered with a grin, nuzzling against Brandon's cheek. “You could injure my manhood,” he purred into Brandon's ear as his hands slid over Brandon's skin slowly.

Humming with pleasure, Brandon moved to close a hand around Jake's considerable ‘manhood'. “I'll just nurse it back to health,” he drawled, stroking the thickened cock slowly. “Feels healthy enough to me.” Somewhere inside, Brandon was stunned by his forwardness in this whole encounter. All he could think of to explain it was how right it felt. Exciting, explosive and right.

Jake groaned and pushed his hips against Brandon's hand. “Oh God,” he moaned against Brandon's cheek, all desire to joke gone as the lust overpowered him. He panted and moved to kiss the man again, murmuring, “I've wanted you for weeks now."

Brandon kissed him back, their mouths open and wet, digging the fingers of his free hand into Jake's shoulder while his other hand continued to move. “I'm here now,” he said in a voice shaking with desire.

The words sent another shiver through Jake and he reached down to grab Brandon's hand before he got carried away. He reached for the lubricant and hovered over Brandon, looking down at him seriously as he spread his legs further apart with his knee. “I'm going to fuck you now, Brandon,” he murmured, “unless you stop me."

Brandon looked up into dark, serious, hungry eyes, not even trying to pull loose. “Not stopping you. I want it too,” he breathed.

Jake kissed him hard, the hand holding the tube traveling down to tug at Brandon's thigh. He pushed up again, breaking the kiss regretfully, and squeezed out a line of the clear lubricant onto his finger as his eyes devoured Brandon. Without giving him time to second guess, Jake adjusted his position and kissed Brandon again, slowly this time, using a well-practiced finger to massage tense muscles.

Sighing long and low, Brandon pulled his legs further apart, one folding up against Jake's side. He kissed Jake, hard, not wanting him to stop.
Ever
. “More, please, more,” he gasped against warm lips.

Jake practically snarled against Brandon's lips and pressed his fingers inside, roughly. Brandon jerked under him with a cry of approval, tilting his hips up closer to Jake's hand. Jake bit lightly at Brandon's lower lip and twisted his fingers brutally, tangling his free fingers in the man's hair when Brandon started to shift under him, trying to snap up his hips. Brandon shifted both legs even further apart, heels digging into the mattress as his body took over, leaving him to pant and make rasping cries with each plunge of Jake's fingers.

Jake's breaths came in painfully short gasps as he ran his tongue along Brandon's teeth. Any inclination he possessed toward going slow flew completely out the window with Brandon's cries. After another brutal twist of his fingers, he grunted demandingly and thrust his hips forward. If Brandon wasn't ready, Jake wasn't sure he cared at this point.

Shaking all over, Brandon dragged his eyes open as he practically wailed under Jake's ministrations. “Oh fuck...” he bit off, voice gone dark and low. “Do it, for God's sake!
Please
!” he urged, convinced he was about to go insane, and it would only get better.

Jake made another whimpering sound that he hoped at least sounded a little bit like a growl, and he pulled his fingers out and swiped them through the rest of the lube on Brandon's thigh. “Roll over,” he breathed as he pushed back to kneel between Brandon's legs and wrapped his lubed fingers around his own cock.

Dragging in deep breaths, Brandon pulled up one knee so he could move, and he climbed to his knees, bracing himself on his forearms near the headboard. If this went as he hoped, he'd be hanging onto that headboard very, very soon. He looked back over one shoulder, arrested by the sight of Jake—absolutely fucking gorgeous, built and very well-endowed Jake—moving behind him.

Jake shivered involuntarily as he watched Brandon move. Christ, was he really preparing to fuck him? Jake shook off the slight misgivings and placed his hand on the small of Brandon's back and edged forward behind him. His fingers dragged across the skin, leaving behind red trails as Jake guided himself closer. “Ready?” he panted.

Brandon nodded, meeting Jake's eyes. “Yeah,” he said, arching to press harder against Jake's hand. He wanted this
so much
.

Jake pressed the head of his cock against Brandon and watched the line of his shoulders as after a couple of tries he pushed slowly in. He groaned softly and his fingers curled against Brandon's skin. Gripping Brandon's hips, he flexed his own forward slowly, groaning again and unable to stop himself from rocking deeper.

Brandon gasped, tensing for a long moment, then relaxed, letting Jake in. It was an incredible feeling. Pleasure and pain because Jake was certainly the biggest he'd taken. He moaned Jake's name and shifted back, trying to ease the ache and burn.

Jake gripped Brandon's hips harder and pushed further into him, finally groaning out loud as the throb in his groin increased from the tightness. “If you keep moving this won't last long,” he groaned roughly as he pushed his hand up the back of Brandon's spine and leaned over him.

"Oh God—not the ‘move; don't move’ thing again,” Brandon groaned, digging his fingers into the sheets as he tried to stay still.

"I didn't tell you not to move,” Jake responded in a tight voice as he thrust forward slowly. “Just that it'll be quick,” he groaned, reaching around to glide his fingers over Brandon's balls.

Brandon arched and shoved back in response to his touch, crying out as Jake was pushed deeper. “Jesus,” he said weakly. “It's gonna be quick and it's still gonna kill me.” He could feel his cock aching, just barely brushing the bed below him with each of Jake's pushes. It wasn't enough stimulation yet.

Jake closed his eyes and breathed out deeply, knowing this felt incredible and different, but not sure why. He began to rock his hips slowly, his fingers digging into Brandon's hip as his other hand encircled Brandon's cock and squeezed. “Oh God,” Jake growled as he rubbed his thumb over the head. His stomach coiled and his groin throbbed pleasantly. “I see no reason to extend this past the few fucking seconds it'll take for me to come,” he ground out as he pulled out, little by little. He rocked there as the pleasure continued to coil, and then he slammed into the man with a powerful snap of his hips.

Brandon's ecstatic yell echoed off the walls as he quivered under Jake, all the clenching and knotting in his groin pulling tighter and tighter. Jake's hand around him was just that much more working to tip him over the edge. “A few seconds,” he gasped out. His voice was thinned and borderline wild.

Jake's free hand gripped Brandon's ribs, slid down his side and back up to grab his shoulder and hold him still as Jake hit his rhythm. His hips rolled against Brandon's ass and he thrust deeper and harder, working himself closer to completion, his hand massaging Brandon in the same punishing rhythm. His body flushed with heat and he bit his lip as he pounded into the other man even harder. “Fuck!” Jake shouted, his fingers digging in at Brandon's collarbone. “Brandon,” he gasped, lowering his forehead to the man's sweaty shoulder and whimpering as his orgasm rushed through him.

He'd remember the sound of his name on Jake's lips for a long time, Brandon thought as he slid into orgasm with a deceptively soft gasp, moaning with each pulse as the fingers wrapped around him kept moving, extending the sensations until he trembled all over.