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“You bit me that first night.”

Wes grinned, one of the most relaxed smiles Braden had seen from him, and said, “I’ll bite you again tonight.”

“Yet, we’re still standing on this porch right now. I’m beginning to think you’re all talk.”

“You’re the one who likes to talk. Not me.”

Braden laughed, following Wes into the house. If he remembered correctly, Wes was a vocal lover. He might not use many words at other times, but he did when he fucked.

Door closed, lights out, they stumbled into Wes’s small room together. There was hardly enough space for them to walk around the bed in the middle.

The bed was all they needed.

They each kicked out of their shoes, pulled off their clothes with hurried hands. His body thrummed with desire, eager and so damned ready to come.

Wes’s hand, slightly sweaty and rough, touched his chest before sliding down over each rib; each plane of his stomach muscles, palmed his balls and then moved back up to wrap around Braden’s shaft.

Braden thrust into Wes’s palm before taking his mouth. He pushed his tongue past Wes’s lips, moving along with each jerk of Wes’s hand. Wes’s movements sped up. His thumb brushed over Braden’s head, rubbing the precome there.

The more he jerked Braden off, the deeper Braden kissed. His muscles started to tense but he fought it off. Wes chuckled against his lips, obviously knowing how close he already had Braden to the edge. At the last minute, his hand stilled.

It was at that moment that Braden realized what Wes was doing. He said he wanted something he could control, and that’s exactly what he intended to do. Everything else in his life was so up in the air, but this he ran the pace of. He wanted to decide when and how Braden came. He wanted to pleasure him because it was something he could give.

Braden was just the lucky motherfucker who got to be on the receiving end of it.

He backed away, climbed on the bed, laid on his back with his hands behind his head. “Are you going to start driving me wild now?”

His whole body buzzed when Wes laughed.

“Always so damned sarcastic.”

“I keep things fun.”

Wes’s smile slid off his face, his eyes studying. Just as quickly as the look appeared on his face it was gone, and Braden’s mind turned to mush as Wes’s sexy, muscular body came toward him. As his mouth lowered over Braden’s dick, sucking in as much as he could.

“Holy. Fucking. Hell. Yes. Fuck. Just like that.”

Up and down, Wes blew him, taking him deep. On reflex, Braden’s body started to take over. His orgasm begging to be let loose as he fisted a hand in Wes’s hair. As soon as he did, Wes pulled back.

“I want your mouth. You’re driving me fucking crazy,” Braden moaned.

“That’s the point, remember?”

He got Wes’s mouth again, except this time it was in a kiss. His lithe body ran the length of Braden’s as he thrust their shafts together. That deep ache built inside him again as Wes’s tongue went deep, as the hard planes of their bodies fit together.

There was nothing like the feel of another cock against his. The hardness as they rubbed one another. Braden reached between them, wrapping a fist around them both. His fingers didn’t meet and it was a sloppy hold, but it got the job done.

Wes hissed as they kept thrusting, body against body. Dick against dick.

His fingers dug into Wes’s arm when he yet again pulled back. “I want to come.”

“You will.” Wes jerked away, flipped Braden over so he lay on his stomach. “Hold it off, Braden. I want to fuck you till you come. Like I said earlier, you love sucking cock, but this right here is what I love.”

Braden automatically spread his legs as Wes moved between them. “I want your ass.”

Braden shuddered—actually
fucking shuddered,
experiencing this side of Wes. “Then take it.”

“I didn’t notice this before.” He fingered the phoenix tattoo on Braden’s upper back. “I like it.”

“Admire it later. You want my ass, remember?”

Heat ripped down his spine at the feel of Wes’s hands on his ass cheeks as he spread them wide. He was pretty sure the whole fucking world exploded when Wes’s tongue traced his crack,
finally
landing on his hole.

***

W
es’s mind transformed into a clean canvas, none of the chaos and angry colors that painted it before. In this moment, all he had on his mind was the task at hand—pleasure. To dish it out, and receive it. It was all he thought about, or felt.

And right now, he felt like doing nothing except eating Braden’s ass.

“Spread your legs wider,” he told him as he parted Braden’s cheeks again, burying his face between them.

Wes flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth over Braden’s ring. Grunts and moans filled the air around them as Braden started to thrust his hips as though fucking the bed.

The man was on edge already. Wes could hear it in the sounds pulled from the back of his throat. From the jerking movements of Braden’s body. And he fucking loved it.

He wanted to give Braden more.

He pulled his head back, sucking on his finger before pressing it where his tongue had just been. And then he pushed it inside, bit his teeth into Braden’s right cheek as he did so, flying at the muttered, “Holy fuck” that passed Braden’s lips.

He added his tongue to the mix, finger-fucking him but licking at his ring, too. He really loved nothing more than this, this licking and eating and savoring this part of a person that so many people found forbidden but to him was fucking incredible.

Braden’s skin smelled like soap, but sweat and sex tinged the air too. It felt like a mask, a fog to block the rest of his life off from him for a limited amount of time.

He pushed another finger in, leaned up and watched as his fingers slid in and out. Braden’s cheeks clinched, his thick, muscular, hairy thighs reminding Wes everything he loved about a man. “You’re too damned sexy. Keeping my dick in my pants would be a whole lot easier if you weren’t.”

Which was true. Now really wasn’t the time to...what? Have a new fuck buddy?

His circumstances tried to push their way in again, but then Braden spoke. “Your dick in your pants is the last thing either of us wants right now. Let it go. Enjoy it and put your goddamned tongue on me again. Neither of us thinks this means we’re moving in together. There’s nothing wrong with taking something for yourself.”

He intended to do just that, though... “So this isn’t for you, too?” He pushed his fingers deeper, hooked them and briefly brushed Braden’s prostate before pulling them free and tonging him again.

“Fuck. This is so fucking for me.”

Braden’s ass moved against his mouth. He could do this all day, but his dick hurt, too, felt like it would explode if he didn’t find himself inside Braden right fucking now.

Wes pulled back, got off the bed, and went to his closest. He had a box on the top shelf that he reached for.

“Nice view,” he heard Braden say behind him, but he didn’t reply. Just grabbed the lube and a condom, covering himself as he made it back to the bed in about two short steps.

Braden still lay on his stomach, his hands holding onto Wes’s black headboard. Wes flipped open the lube, squirted a little on his dick and some in his hand before dropping it to the floor.

The second he lay on top of Braden, he spread his cheeks, lubed his hole and pushed inside. “Goddamn.” He held himself still for a second so he didn’t fill the condom right then. He pulled out before thrusting again.

His hands covered Braden’s, he held on. The hair on their arms and legs rubbed together. His ass fit against Wes’s crotch as he worked him.

“Can you come like this? Do you need to be jerked off, too?” he asked.

Braden’s reply was breathless. “If you fuck me hard enough.”

Gauntlet thrown, challenge accepted.

He gripped Braden’s hands tighter, pulled almost all the way out, then slammed forward again. Over and over he pumped into Braden, fucked him deep. “God, I love ass. You are so fucking tight.”

Each time he pushed into Braden, the man’s body thrust forward. Did he like the feel of the blanket rubbing against his cock? Like the slap of their bodies hitting together over and over again?

“Yeah...fuck. Right there,” Braden gritted out. “Harder.”

Wes pulled almost all the way out again and slammed forward. Their bodies slapped together again and he kept going. Faster, harder, until his orgasm was right fucking there.

While Wes pummeled him, he bit into Braden’s shoulder at the same time, felt his body tense and shudder as he called out in completion, too.

“Holy shit.” Wes rolled off him. “I needed to come.”

Braden turned to his back, semen on his stomach. “You? I just sucked you off last night.”

“You did? I don’t remember.” Wes’s playfulness made his brows pull together. He wasn’t usually like this after sex.

“If I could move I’d blacken your eye so it matches mine for talking shit, or do it again just so you could hear yourself scream again to remind you.”

Wes shook his head, glancing at Braden’s slightly darkened eye. “I didn’t scream.” He pulled the condom off and tossed it into the trash, then grabbed a towel and wiped himself off. When he rolled back over, his body came into contact with Braden’s. Braden, who looked thoroughly fucked and like he didn’t plan on moving for a long time.

It made him proud.

It scared him to death.

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B
raden felt the air in the room thicken. Or more correctly, he saw Wes’s body stiffen—and not his cock, either. That he could handle.

“You never spend the whole night with anyone, do you?” He wasn’t sure how he knew that’s what had Wes freaked out right now, but he did. Because of Alexander, maybe? “Just curious, ya know. No one’s ever left my bed before.”

The air lightened when Wes shook his head. “You’re so damn crazy.” He paused a minute before adding, “No.”

“That’s a load off. I thought I was losing my touch.” Braden reached over and rubbed his hand through the hair on Wes’s stomach, leading to his cock. He liked to touch. Always had, and Wes would have to deal with it.

“I don’t think it’s possible for you to even consider an option like that.”

Wes had him there. “You’re right. It’s pretty impossible.” He ran his finger over Wes’s soft dick, down one thigh and up the other...just touching.

“You’re going to get me hard again,” Wes said.

“That a bad thing?” When Wes didn’t answer, he said, “I love exploring someone else’s body. I can tell when your breathing picks up, where you like to be touched. Feel little scars on your skin and I know a story lives in them. Don’t know why.” He leaned forward and licked Wes’s nipple. “I find that sexy as hell.”

Wes reached over; grabbing Braden’s head and tilting it up so Braden could look at him. Damn it. He wanted to play again, but he had a feeling Wes wouldn’t let him.

“This can’t be something serious. Jessie is all that matters right now.”

Braden pulled his head out of Wes’s hold and bit Wes’s finger. “I like to bite, too. And if you’re being real, be completely real. I know Jessie is all that matters, but don’t pretend that’s the only reason you don’t get serious. And I didn’t ask you to be serious, anyway. We’re friends. We’re attracted to each other. We like spending time together. We like fucking every once in a while. In what world is that not the perfect kind of relationship there is? Friends with benefits, except I hate that saying. Friends who fuck? Friends who respect each other and like to get it on? Banging the babysitter?”

He knew he’d gone too far when Wes stiffened again.

Open mouth, insert foot.

“I’m kidding. I have a big mouth. Put your dick in it so I stop talking.”

Unfortunately for Braden, Wes didn’t listen. “She likes you. She’s lost too much already. This can’t affect her in any way, or it stops right now. Jessie comes first.”

Braden leaned up so he could look Wes in the eyes, so the man could see how serious he was. “First of all, I want you to know I get it. She’s a great kid and I would never hurt her. We’re grown men. We like sex. We like sex together. To her I’ll just be the guy her uncle is friends with, and who watches her once a week. It’s not like either of us are looking for anything more than that, so it’s all good. And second...those words that just came out of your mouth? Fucking remember them. When you feel like you’re not doing a good job or you’re upset because you don’t think you’re what she needs, remember what you just said. Remember how you always put her first. Remember that you would sacrifice anything for her. And remember that Chelle knew that, which is why she wanted you to have her. I respect the hell out of you, man. I want you to know that.”

Wes visibly bit down. His eyes held Braden in a way that they never had. Not with anger or annoyance or even desire. Maybe gratitude; and a little bit of respect, too. It hit Braden right in the chest, little twitches of something he had never felt before coming to life where it touched. The crazy thing was, though he knew he could handle what he’d just told Braden—that they would just be friends who respect each other but also like to fuck—he thought he might be willing to try more with the man, too.

“Can we shut up now so I can suck your dick before I go?”

Wes nodded, gave him a half smile. “As normal, you’re the one talking, not me.”

He was right, so Braden stopped talking, leaned over Wes and sucked him deep. Cock in his mouth was much better than a foot.

***

W
es listened to the deep-rooted gurgle in the woman’s lungs. “We’re going to give you another breathing treatment, okay?” She nodded, used to the routine. She’d been living with COPD too long not to know the drill.

He confirmed her name while he set up the nebulizer, before opening the albuterol and filling it. Once he had everything set up, he held the mouthpiece out to her, but her hands shook too much for her to hold it.

“I’ll do it for you, Mrs. Johnson.”

The woman opened her wrinkled mouth before closing it around the mouthpiece and taking deep breaths. Wes held it there until the treatment ended, listened to her lungs again, which sounded much more clear, but not how healthy lungs would sound.