Wes pushed him forward so Braden bent over the counter. “Not really sure you’re in the position to make demands, B.”
Ropes of desire tied him up, kept him from speaking for the first time in his life. He let out a moan when Wes kneeled behind him, wrapped his arms around Braden and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, before pulling them down. He ran his hands up and down Braden’s thighs, callouses making it the rough kind of touch that drove him wild.
“Turn around.” Wes licked the crease of his ass and he almost fucking came right then.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Braden turned, and as soon as he did, Wes’s mouth was on him, enveloping him, before it was gone again.
Wes licked the crease between his crotch and his leg, let his tongue swirl around Braden’s sac before he ran it from base to tip of his shaft.
“I want inside your mouth, Wesley. Take me deep.” His voice was raspy, sex-filled, and he wondered if that got Wes harder.
And he listened to Braden, too, taking him as deep as he could. Braden knotted his hands in Wes’s hair, guiding Wes as he blew him. Wes let him lead the way, let him rock into his mouth as Braden set the pace. He was fucking beautiful down there. The muscles in his neck and back contracted and flexed. His jaw stretched, and when he looked up at Braden, his eyes burned with lust. Braden knew Wes loved it as much as he did.
Braden let his hand drift from Wes’s hair, cupped his cheek and brushed his thumb over his facial hair. Wes didn’t slow his pace, kept sucking him off, kept holding his stare.
He’s giving himself to me, Braden realized. Trying to tell Braden that he was his. There was nothing except Wes in his stare—no fear, no trepidation, no distance; probably for the first time ever. “You are so fucking incredible, Wesley. You are so fucking mine.”
With that, Wes worked him faster, rolled Braden’s balls in his hand as he swallowed around his dick.
“I’m going to come. Fuck, pull off, so I can come when you’re fucking me.”
Wes pulled back enough to say, “I want it. I’ll get you hard again.” And then he was back at it, sucking Braden like his life depended on it. If this killed anyone, though, Braden knew it’d be himself. But how the hell could he turn that down?
When the ache in his balls became too much, he didn’t fight it back. Let the burn and goddamned euphoria take him over as he shot his load down Wes’s throat. Wes swallowed it, then kept sucking, took the second jet that hit his tongue, too.
Braden’s body felt like someone had taken all the bones out. It didn’t stop him from pulling Wes to his feet, slipping his tongue into Wes’s mouth because he suddenly really fucking needed to taste him. To own him. To taste himself on Wes and know he was a part of him.
When the kiss ended, he wrapped his arms around Wes’s waist, letting the counter and Wes hold him up. “I don’t know if I can ever orgasm again. You might have just rung me dry.”
Wes chuckled. “I don’t underestimate your abilities. Don’t underestimate mine. I told you I’d get your hard again, and I will.”
Braden had a feeling he’d enjoy the hell out of it, too.
He took off his shirt on the way to the bed. They spent what felt like an eternity kissing, stroking, licking, eating, playing...until he knew Wes had to be dying to come. His cock pulsed hard again.
“Told you I could get you up again,” Wes told him with a smile. It hit Braden in the chest. Yeah, he so totally loved this man.
“I didn’t doubt it for a second.”
***
Wes grabbed lube and a condom from his bag. He was scared that all he’d have to do is touch his cock and the thing would erupt. That fear became even more real when Braden ripped the condom out of his hand, opened it, and then rolled it down Wes’s shaft.
“You want me to fuck you, right?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Then we better limit the touching.”
Braden laughed, and pulled the lube out of Wes’s hand next. He squirted some into his own hand, then tossed it to Wes.
Reaching between his legs, he lubed his asshole. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He really wanted to kill Wes.
“You want to do this or what?” He nodded at the bottle in Wes’s hand.
Yeah. Okay. He could do this. Squirt lube into his hand, rub it on his dick. But all he could think about was Braden. The fact that Braden somehow filled him up even though it was Wes who was about to fuck him. That he felt him everywhere, in everything he did, and he wanted to celebrate that fact and tell Braden it freaked him out, too.
“I want it,” was all he could say.
“How do you want me?”
Every. Way.
But instead of saying that, Wes laid on his back. Pulled Braden on top of him, his back on Wes’s chest. He fisted his dick, found Braden’s hole, then pushed inside.