Caught Running (24 page)

A soft wail ripping from him, Brandon gasped wildly. “Jake—Jake!” he grated, teetering on the edge.

Jake moved his mouth back to cover Brandon's with more hungry kisses. “Shh,” he urged, the sound muffled by Brandon's mouth as Jake rocked into him rhythmically.

Brandon shivered hard in Jake's arms. His fingers flexed and dug in as his vision went out of whack and he climaxed hard with a grunt against Jake's lips, hips jutting upward with each pulse washing through him.

Jake finally lost his grip on himself and moaned against Brandon's lips when he realized the other man was coming. He gasped into the kiss, hand tightening in Brandon's hair. Under Jake, Brandon shuddered, head hanging back so that his neck arched as he sucked in breaths. His head was spinning. Jake's movements finally slowed as Brandon's breathing began to calm, and he kissed Brandon's neck up and down in a random, almost frantic manner; following his jaw line and moving suddenly to his mouth again before nipping at his neck once more.

Squeezing Jake a little closer, Brandon sighed and tried to find some composure. “Jake,” he said softly. “Take me in the house. You can't fuck me out here."

"I bet I could,” Jake argued in a low growl before kissing him again.

Brandon's exhale was a soft moan as desire continued to zip through him. “Ohhhkaaay,” he answered weakly, eyes rolling back into his head as he clung to the other man.

Jake kissed him again and slowly eased up on the pressure he was exerting, letting Brandon slide to the ground carefully while he backed up a step. Brandon reopened his eyes once his cleats touched the ground and he looked up at Jake with glazed eyes.

Jake licked his lips and cracked a smile through the haze of lust he was still battling. “You just gonna stand there or should I carry you?"

Brandon pushed himself up on his elbows, still bent back over the hood, chuckling. “You're gonna carry me?” he asked in obvious disbelief.

"If you don't move your ass inside I will,” Jake threatened with a point to the door, his voice taking on a decidedly impatient and hungry edge.

Not wanting to risk it, Brandon pushed himself off the car and wavered a little, having to catch himself against the fender for a second. Then he made purposefully for the stairs. Jake followed him, practically vibrating, and as soon as he made it through the unblocked front door Jake tackled him again. Literally tackled him, landing them both on the sofa as Jake began pawing at him yet again. Brandon yelped and turned just in time to catch Jake around the middle before he hit the couch on his back. “Damn, Jake!” he laughed, trying to help the other man get into his clothes.

"You asked for it,” Jake argued as he yanked at Brandon's uniform demandingly.

"I asked for it?” Brandon repeated, pushing on Jake's chest to get enough room to pull his own jersey and shirt off. “Tell me how you figure that,” he breathed.

"I'm not sure,” Jake huffed impatiently, pressing Brandon into the couch as soon as he had the shirts off and kissing him hungrily. “But I'm sure I'm right,” he murmured distractedly, tugging his own jersey over his head.

Brandon really didn't care. He moaned instead as his hands came into contact with hot skin, and he worked on toeing out of his cleats, each one thumping to the floor so he could spread his legs for Jake to get closer.

And Jake took advantage of the invitation, grabbing Brandon's thighs and tugging him until he was on the edge of the couch. Jake laid himself out over him, one knee propped on the frame of the sofa as he dove into another series of heated kisses. Thinking he might just melt, Brandon met each touch, each kiss with enthusiasm, arousal spiking through him again with a slow, simmering heat. He couldn't imagine what Jake was feeling. He apparently had a hell of a lot more control than Brandon did. He groaned and bit Jake's lower lip as one hand slipped around the back of Jake's neck to hold him in place.

Jake actually whimpered, sliding his hands under Brandon to bring their bodies closer. “I didn't exactly think this through,” he whined as he pulled back and looked up at the stairs, estimating the distance they had to travel to get to the bed.

Brandon grinned up at him. “Get off me, ya big lug. I promise not to run away,” he said. Jake stood and held out his hand to help Brandon to his feet. His entire body was practically vibrating. Brandon slid his hand into Jake's and used the leverage to push himself off the couch to find himself standing chest to chest with him. It was difficult to resist kissing again. “C'mon,” he said. He could see how Jake shook. He pulled the bigger man behind him up the stairs and into the bedroom, where he started pulling off his socks.

Jake started on his belt and pushed down the baseball pants, only remembering when they pooled at his feet that he'd not yet taken off his shoes. He shuffled to the bed and began yanking off items of clothing haphazardly, tossing them to the floor and growling with each one that came off.

Shucking his baseball pants, Brandon grimaced at the damp, sticky mess of his briefs. “Look at this mess you caused,” he accused playfully.

"Better get even with me,” Jake told him with a smirk as he divested himself of the last of his clothing. Brandon huffed and shoved the briefs over his hips and down his legs, pulling them off and using them to wipe up a bit before throwing them to the floor and stalking toward Jake on the bed.

Jake's entire body flushed with warmth and anticipation as Brandon got closer, and he found himself, for once, unable to move. Brandon stopped right in front of him and reached out to run his fingers through Jake's hair. “You gonna be a good boy and clean it up?” Brandon rasped, curious as to what Jake would do; Brandon wasn't usually this forward, mostly content to let Jake be the aggressor.

Jake's shoulders stiffened and his eyelashes fluttered as he tried to maintain eye contact. He never knew which Brandon he was going to get, and
God
, there were two very different Brandons inside the man he was beginning to think of as his lover. After a brief, tense moment of pondering this, Jake reached out and dug his fingers into Brandon's hips, sliding himself off the end of the bed to his knees in front of the man.

Swallowing hard when Jake got to his knees, Brandon petted his hair reassuringly. Hell, he'd have been thrilled if Jake stayed sitting to do this. The few times he'd taken the lead, Brandon had braced himself for Jake's refusal, but it hadn't come yet. Jake tilted his head into the strokes of Brandon's hand and licked at the head of his cock slowly, closing his eyes and humming as he took it into his mouth. Brandon hissed and kept petting, caressing the curve of Jake's skull as his hips shifted slightly.

Jake raised up a little, taking him further into his mouth and sliding his hands slowly around to pull at Brandon's hips. He knew he couldn't stay down there long enough to make Brandon come again. That wasn't really his goal here anyway. He wanted Brandon to know that Jake wasn't the only one in the relationship who should feel free to toss the other around. To be in charge.

Brandon groaned as the wet heat of Jake's mouth moved on him, an interesting counterpoint to the soft hair that ruffled under his hands. But as good as it felt, he couldn't let Jake stay on his knees. He didn't want any part of them being together to be painful. He gradually pulled back, the sight of his half-hard cock sliding out of Jake's lips enough to help him harden a little more. “C'mon,” he said, leaning over to slide his arms under Jake's to help him to his feet. Instead of standing up, though, Jake pulled Brandon down with him, reaching up to him and tugging in an oddly sweet gesture.

Surprised, Brandon went down on one knee, pulling back a little bit, a slight frown on his face. Jake reached for him without a word, taking his face in his hands and kissing him. The gentle kiss kept Brandon off-balance, and he leaned into Jake's arms as they kissed tenderly,
oh Christ
, almost lovingly. He had to stop thinking this way. It was a sure road to disaster, though he'd enjoy the ride. One of his hands sprawled across Jake's chest, just touching.

Jake moved until his hand covered Brandon's resting on his chest, and his other hand stayed at Brandon's face, his thumb sliding over Brandon's cheekbone. His entire body thrummed with the need for release, but he ignored it. This gentle kiss intoxicated him. For his part, Brandon was terrified of moving. He didn't want to do anything that might end this moment. It was so unlike anything he'd felt before, his chest aching as he trembled under the gentle attention.

Several times Jake pulled back from the kiss, intending to end it only to tilt his head the other way and delve back into it for more, still gentle. His heart raced, but he didn't know why. His breath was gone like it had been sucked out of him by a cold wind, but he didn't know why. All he knew was that this felt incredible. Familiar. Right.

"Jake,” Brandon whispered in an aching voice. He wanted to know where this was coming from; he wanted to ask if Jake felt like he did. But the words wouldn't come. He didn't want to move an inch from Jake's arms.

Jake pulled back just far enough to rest his forehead against Brandon's, and when he spoke he was still close enough that their lips brushed. “Are you asking me to stop?” he asked quietly, heart in his throat.

"Never,” Brandon breathed without hesitation. They were so close that Brandon's eyes were still closed, and his fingers clenched on Jake's shoulder. Jake responded by merely pressing his lips to Brandon's again, whimpering a little as the lust finally began to overpower whatever magic this surreal kiss had created. Brandon's voice was almost inaudible between kisses. “Please don't stop."

Jake gasped out a breath and dragged the air back in, barely able to breathe as Brandon begged him. “I want you,” he rasped between kisses.

"I'm yours,” Brandon sighed against Jake's lips.

Jake groaned against the gust of the words, surprised at the rush of emotion they caused in him. He hesitated, not wanting to end the moment, but his desire won out, and he urged Brandon to stand with him as he struggled to his feet.

Brandon shook so hard he had to hold onto Jake for balance once they got their feet again. He curled his arms around Jake's neck, sliding close against him, clinging for all he was worth.

Jake simply turned them both, laying Brandon out on the bed beneath him; then began to commando crawl up the bed, sliding Brandon with him until they were close enough for Jake to stretch across to the bedside table. As he reached for the handle his fingers shook.

Feeling drunk on Jake's scent, Brandon moaned and nuzzled his neck before he moved, hands sliding along his arms and back, pulling his eyes open to watch him longingly.

Jake grabbed the bottle and looked back down as he ran his free hand along Brandon's chest. “When I saw you running,” he said before he could think twice about it, “I didn't even know it was you and I wanted you."

Brandon lifted his hand to slide his fingers along Jake's chin. “Hmmm. Might make me jealous, wanting some stranger running around the track,” he murmured.

"I felt guilty for it,” Jake admitted breathlessly as he turned his head into the touch and closed his eyes.

"Guilty? For wanting a stranger?” Brandon asked, caressing Jake's cheek with his knuckles. Jake nodded, not opening his eyes as he blushed slightly. His hand dragged down Brandon's side, sliding under his hip. Brandon raised an eyebrow. “And when you figured out it was me?” he fished.

Jake breathed out heavily again and lowered his head, one hand working under Brandon's thigh to lift his leg slowly and wrap it around Jake's hip. “I was relieved,” he answered in a hoarse gust of breath.

Brandon tightened his leg around Jake, one arm sliding around his neck. He wanted to beg for clarification—relieved it wasn't someone else? Or did that mean Jake felt something for him? Instead, he tried laughing it off. “Well, that does a lot of good for my ego,” he poked, smiling a little.

Jake turned his head and pressed his lips to Brandon's demandingly, shifting his hips to settle between his legs. “Means that some time between Friday and this morning I fell pretty damn hard for you,” he breathed, his heart pounding.

Sweet Jesus
. “Fell for me—me?” Brandon asked in surprise, fingers gripping Jake hard as he hoped with everything that was in him.

"Hard,” Jake breathed with a nod, his face pressed against Brandon's cheek, unable to look at him.

Brandon moaned sharply as he clasped Jake's face between his hands and pulled him up to kiss him, ever so lightly, gentle, like before. “Me too,” he whispered.

Jake's breath left him in a little rush of air, and he kissed Brandon yet again, reaching between them with his other hand to slide a lubricated finger into the man little by little .

Shuddering, Brandon's breath hitched, then relaxed utterly as he fell into the kiss. This was not ‘just sex’ anymore. Not to him.

"Christ, what have we done?” Jake panted as he kissed Brandon urgently and prepared him as quickly as he dared.

"Don't know, just don't stop, please,” Brandon begged as soon as their lips parted, writhing under him. Jake nodded obediently and lifted himself up, covering his cock in the slick lubricant and then lowering himself back down to capture Brandon's lips as he guided himself in.

"Jake, oh
God
, don't let me go,” Brandon whispered, closing his eyes as he welcomed the other man into his body, hitching both legs up around his waist. “Oh please...” He was out of his mind with what Jake had admitted. It exploded in his head and burned through him like wildfire.