Tied Together (17 page)

Steve Buscemi:
My fault?

Brad Pitt:
You’re the one who told him to get drunk and screw the twinkie
.

Steve Buscemi:
I didn’t tell him to buy a pack of Twinkies and stick his dick into the cream-filled center. That’s just perverted.

Brad Pitt:
I’m seriously considering turning in my resignation letter.

The knock at the door tripled my anxiety. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and opened the door. Brandon leaned against the doorframe, dressed in a blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and black slacks. His glasses framed his chocolate brown eyes and his brown hair was neatly styled. In other words, he was walking sex.

“Hey,” he said, casually looking me up and down. “You look nice. Isn’t that the same outfit you wore to your high school graduation party?” He winked and gave me a devilish grin.

He remembered, too.

“Uh, different clothes, same set up.” I chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck.

“We better get going; we have dinner reservations at a Greek restaurant I like.”

“Umm, okay. I just need to grab my keys.” I pointed behind me, my hand slightly trembling.

Of course he noticed. “Ryan, you don’t have to be nervous. I’m not going to bite you. Yet.” The corner of his mouth curled up.

My eyes went wide, and I felt air sweep into my open mouth. “I’ll be right back.” I stumbled into the kitchen, grabbed my keys, and said a little prayer before meeting Brandon back at the front door. He moved out of the way so I could exit and lock up the house. As we walked toward his car, he put his hand on my lower back, which sent goose bumps up and down my whole body. He opened the passenger door for me.

“Aren’t you the perfect gentlemen,” I said, sliding into the seat.

“I like to show my dates that I can behave myself,” he replied, closing the door.

Well, that answered the date question.

Brandon got into the driver seat, and I took a moment to really study him. My heart wanted to burst with pride because he’d been able to do what many couldn’t. He fought his demons, pursued his dreams, and in the process, became the man he was always meant to be.

“What?” he said after he caught me eyeing him.

“I’m just really happy for you.”

He chuckled. “Why is that?”

“Because you got everything you wanted for yourself.”

He looked straight into my eyes and melted the clothes right off my body. “Not everything.”

I drove to my favorite Greek restaurant, Santorini, in Chicago’s Greek Town. It was small, but I thought it would be a good place for us to eat and talk without the noise of a large crowd drowning us out. I wanted to know more about the Ryan I had missed out on all these years. What he was doing, his work, his friends, and how he had tamed the cocky, egotistical boy he had been into a calmer, more considerate person.

Ryan’s love for Moxie had been apparent in the delivery room. It certainly wasn’t the type of love she had for Miles, but more of a trusted best friend or a brother. I knew, without words, that they would do anything for each other. It was similar to what we had once shared. The difference was Ryan wanted everything his way, and if that didn’t happen, there were consequences.

I thought about the conversation we had in the hospital cafeteria. I’d craved that apology for so long; it was the final piece I needed to let go of the past. I also knew I need to tread carefully. Ryan could very well revert to his old self. One thing was for sure: My attraction to him was still very much alive and evident judging by the erection I sported under the table while we talked.

The conversation flowed through dinner once the initial awkwardness was behind us. Ryan updated me about his family, who were still in Iowa. His sister graduated from the University of Iowa and was now a middle school teacher in California. I told him about my father being arrested, my time spent at the Halsted House, and even my time in therapy.

“I should have been there for you.” Ryan bowed his head and pressed his lips together.

“Honestly, Ryan, I’m glad you weren’t.” His head shot up. “I’m not happy with the way things happened with us, but I think I needed to find who I was on my own. If you’d been there, I would have relied on you too much and not taken the risks I did.”

He nodded. “I’m proud of you, Brandon, and I’m glad you found your happiness.”

As Ryan and I talked, I noticed ways he had changed over the years. He was more sincere, more comfortable revealing the truth. It made me happy to know he matured over the years. We had both grown emotionally since we’d seen each other last, and now it was time for me to take that final leap. Whether it was God or some other divine intervention, Ryan had come back into my life. I realized it was him I’d always wanted; he was the one I compared every partner to. In the end, none of them ever lived up to how much I loved him.

I put my elbows on the table and leaned in. “You know what would make me truly happy?”

Ryan swallowed, his Adam’s apple bouncing up and down. “What?”

“Why don’t we get out of here, and I’ll show you.”

I found a parking spot on his street and rushed around the front of the car to open Ryan’s door. He gave me a shy smile when he got out, and I took his hand in mine as we crossed the street to his townhouse. He reached into his pants pocket for his keys. His back was to me, and it afforded me the opportunity to snake my arms around his waist and press my erection to his backside. He sucked in a loud breath and dropped his head back to rest on my shoulder.

I kissed along his neck. “You have thirty seconds to open that door, or we’re going to give your neighbors a show.”

Ryan moaned and fumbled with his keys before finally opening the door. I guided him in, refusing to let him go for a second, and closed the door with my foot. Spinning him around in my arms, I looked deep into his hazel eyes. There was passion, longing, and a hint of fear hiding behind their magical color. I held his gaze as I inched closer. My lips hovered over his, and I reached up to caress his cheeks. Our lips met, transporting me back in time. It felt like time hadn’t passed. It felt like coming home.

Ryan’s tongue snuck out to graze my lips. He wanted permission to take things further—deeper. I opened my mouth and let our tongues get to know each other again. What started off as slow and sensual soon turned heated and lust-filled.

I walked him backward toward with living room. Twisting him around with force, I bent him over the side of the couch. I grabbed his hips and ground into his backside.

“This is how I’ve imagined you for the past several years—bent over with your ass in the air, waiting for me to claim it.”

Ryan gave me a sideways smirk over his shoulder. “When did you become so dominant?”

“When I decided I wasn’t going to be that scared kid anymore”

“God, Brandon.” Ryan moaned, closing his eyes.

I trailed my hands down his back until I reached and grabbed his perfect ass. It felt the same as I remembered from college. Ryan let out a sharp, surprised gasp, and I couldn’t help but smile. I dropped to my knees; it was time to worship his fine ass. It was mine now, and Ryan would be made well aware of that throughout this evening.

Slowly, Ryan turned around and let me undo his belt buckle while I looked up at him. His hazel eyes brightened, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a cocky smirk. I pulled his zipper and jeans down slowly. His erection was straining against his boxer briefs, and I leaned forward to kiss it through the fabric. Ryan moaned as I pulled the briefs down, and his cock jutted out straight in front of me. My mouth watered, but I had other plans for his body.

“Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me? Time is of the essence, you know.”

Ah. Ever the smart ass, but tonight, he wasn’t in charge. I stood up, holding his gaze with mine the whole journey and turned him around, bending him over. I smacked his right ass cheek so hard my hand left a red print. It was fucking hot as shit.

“Every time you open your cocky mouth to say something that isn’t a moan or my name, I’m going to stop what I’m doing and you are going to be left with a very severe case of blue balls. I may be a doctor, but there will be no cure for that anytime soon.” I punctuated my point by biting his earlobe, which produced another gasp from of his mouth. Well, at least he was listening. No witty comebacks this time.

I got on my knees behind him again and admired the red handprint that was still obvious on his cheek. I pressed sweet kisses on it, hoping it would ease the sting. I certainly wasn’t one for S and M, but a little playing around was a total turn on. I rubbed Ryan’s smooth skin as I kissed his behind. My cock strained painfully against my jeans, so I reached down and undid the button fly to release my cock. I gave it a few tugs, relishing in the pleasure of having Ryan’s ass in front of me for the taking.

I spread his cheeks wide, finding the place that made my mouth water. Men have rimmed me before, so I knew the powerful sensation it brought, but I’d never been inclined to do it to anyone until now. Ryan made me crazy with desire. He always had, even when I was too nervous to do anything about it. I fantasized about things we could try together, learn together, but it was all taken away before we even had the chance. Now, I was going to rectify that.

Ryan started bucking his hips back toward me. The anticipation was killing him, I could tell. “If you keep moving like that, you’ll never know what it’s like to have my tongue on your asshole.”

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned.

I had to admit I loved dangling him on a string. It gave me an intense high knowing I was the one driving him crazy. I decided to put Ryan out of some of his misery. I darted my tongue out, lightly grazing the puckered hole.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Ryan groaned.

Ryan’s sounds gave me the confidence to move forward. This time I flattened my tongue and swept it across the hole, back and forth, coating it with my saliva. I opened him up wider, pushing my tongue into his hole and moving it around in earnest. Ryan couldn’t contain himself. His hips moved as he tried to find friction for his dick against the arm of the couch.

“God, Brandon.” He groaned. “Don’t stop, please.”

My eyes fell shut, and I enjoyed listening to Ryan plead with me to continue giving him pleasure. It made my head spin and almost threw me off balance. This was just the beginning. I had no intentions of taking Ryan on the couch. There would be other opportunities to explore different parts of the apartment. Right now, I wanted him where I’d dreamed of him so many times: in a bed.

I stood up and curled my arms around Ryan’s waist, pulling him up until he was standing with his back against my chest. He gasped, probably from feeling my steely length press up against his ass. He leaned back, which gave me the perfect opportunity to kiss his rough cheek.

“I’m going to walk out of here with my face looking like I shaved with sandpaper from kissing you,” I crooned into his skin.

“Well, just imagine what your thighs would look like if I had the opportunity to get my face in between them.”

A growl rumbled from my chest. “I need to have you in bed,” I said, but I was having a hard time releasing him from my grasp. I decided to pick him up into my arms and carry him into his bedroom. We got to the edge of his bed, and I threw him down. The solid green and navy duvet wouldn’t stay in place for long; I had plans to take Ryan every which way imaginable.

After I finished undressing him, I pushed his chest so he fell on his back. Ryan stretched out on the mattress, lying naked as the day he was born. My eyes trailed down his body and all over his cock. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on his ass.

I kneaded his strong thighs with my hands. He was like putty, so malleable to how I wanted him. I knew he wanted this as much as I did. This time, Ryan would know who was in charge. I pulled off the rest of my clothes and threw them onto the bedroom floor. The mattress dipped as I put one knee down, and then another, stalking him like a lion getting ready to devour its prey. Finally coming face-to-face, I stared deeply into his eyes.

I brought my lips down for a brutal kiss. Ryan didn’t resist, opening his mouth to allow my tongue to play with his. He spread his legs apart so I could settle my body down on top of him. I broke the kiss to let out a strangled moan as our cocks met. Instinctively, I moved my hips, rolling them so the friction would give us both pleasure. I held myself up on my arms and looked down to watch our hips move in an erotic dance.

“Oh God, please, Brandon.”

I looked back up at him. “Please, what?” I knew full well what he was begging for—what he needed.

“I need you inside of me. I need you to fuck me.”

“Do you want it hard or slow, baby?”

“Hard. Really hard.”

“Ryan, I’ve waited for this for too long. If you’re asking for hard, I’m going to give it to you so you won’t be able to sit right for a week.”

Ryan squeezed his eyes shut and moaned. It seemed he liked it when I talked dirty to him. It was a good thing, too, because I could talk dirty all night long.

“Do you have lube and condoms?”

“In the nightstand,” he said in a breathy voice.

I opened the drawer to the nightstand, took out the lube, and a string of condoms.

“Planning on using all of those this year?” He flashed me that cocky smirk.

“No. I plan on using them all night,” I said, twisting the corner of my mouth up.

Ryan’s smirk turned into a full-on smile. I ripped open one of the packets. Sitting back on my knees, I gave Ryan the condom.

“Put it on me,” I said while I stroked my length. Ryan nodded, took the rubber out of my hand, and sat up to put it on me. He pinched the tip and drew the length down my stiff cock until he got to the base. Then he gave my dick a few tugs of his own before he lay back down.

“I want you to bend your legs for me,” I said, the words coming out like velvet. Ryan did as I asked, and I squeezed the bottle of lube onto my fingers. I started with one finger and met the rim of his ass, coating it with the cold liquid. Then I slowly inserted my finger into him, letting him adjust to the feeling. He closed his eyes and let out a purring sound. Quickly, I added another finger, stretching him wide so he was ready to take me.