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.“Yeah, okay,” Brayden says, curling up to a seated position then sliding from the bed to his knees in front of Jenner.“Bray…” Jenner sighs wearily.Stubbornness gazes up from the depths of Brayden’s deceptively sweet eyes as he laces his hands behind his head, pressed against his long, golden brown hair.Glistening with a post-coital flush under his warm bronzed skin, naked, willing, he licks his lips wet and opens them in a wide O.Tongue pushed forward, Brayden gazes up readily at Jenner, giving permission.He doesn’t have to wait long.With a hard grunt, Jenner pulls out his cock and feeds it into Brayden’s mouth.At first, Brayden struggles to take it, but when Jenner grasps the sides of Brayden’s head under the jaw, and begins to move himself in and out, it gets easier.Brayden lets Jenner lead and take what he needs, while doing his best to make it feel good.It thrills him to give Jenner such pleasure, after being so overwhelmed by the decadent freedom Brayden experienced on that table.To have Jenner so intimately, to give over to him so completely—it’s incredible.Wishing he had more experience to work from, Brayden tries to anticipate what he thinks Jenner would like, trying not to gag when the thrusts get harder and deeper.Tears stream freely from his eyes, nose and lips.Jenner stares down at him, visually groping his conquest.With a gasp and a grunt Jenner unloads, holding Brayden still as he startles, his brow furrowing as he struggles to swallow the huge load of come dripping down his throat.“Come on, that’s it,” Jenner coaxes, caressing Brayden’s cheek and the side of his neck as it works around his girth.“Good.So good….”Once spent, Jenner pulls back, watching Brayden suckle just the head.He falls from between Brayden’s lips, just before Brayden moves to hide his face against Jenner’s thigh.“I love you,” Brayden rasps hoarsely, grateful for everything Jenner has given him—pleasure beyond his wildest dreams, safety and understanding.Their bond has been strengthened by the fact that Brayden said such things to Jenner, trying to provoke him, wanting Jenner to hurt him with either pain or abandonment, but Jenner didn’t rise to the bait and stayed steadfast in his devoted care.Never before has Brayden been able to be so completely, brutally honest, to purge the dark thoughts simmering in his head and be subsequently accepted, darkness and all.He feels that he owes Jenner so much for that gift alone.Jenner clutches Brayden to him, then falls to his knees as well and closes him up in a close hug.“Love you,” Jenner whispers back.“So much.”Brayden’s hands grip Jenner’s back with trepidation and trust.“Everything’s gonna be okay.You’ll see.” Jenner’s strong hand cups the back of his lover’s head as he breathes Brayden’s scent into his lungs.It makes Brayden feel wanted, like he’s perfect just the way he is.And that’s amazing.“Okay,” Brayden nods, choosing to believe it, as impossible as it may seem.Chapter 26MisbehavingThe couch thrums with the noise seeping up through the floor.Slouching back into the cushions, flicking aimlessly through the channels on the TV, Brayden keeps shooting glances at the phone on the table he’s so recently been shackled to, waiting for it to ring.Jenner has already called once since going downstairs twenty minutes ago, trying to talk Brayden out of staying up to meet Enrique and go to sleep instead.It hadn’t worked.Brayden craves some contact with his old life and the people in it, as well as the person he had grown to be before everything changed on him.It’s inconsequential that he’s exhausted, sore and not feeling very sociable.Enrique had wanted to meet at a bar or cafe, but Jenner forbade it, and Brayden wasn’t up to travel anyway.There’s a knock on the door and, without getting up, Brayden shouts, “Come in!”“B-man, you in here?” Enrique calls, peeking inside the apartment and looking around.It’s still mostly empty, sparse with only a few pieces of furniture and no decorations.“Yeah, over here, dude.”Brayden stands, grimacing at the stretch and movement.He has to stop himself with effort from cupping his crotch.He’s wearing a soft, worn pair of light grey sweatpants and a white cotton shirt.Hair stringy wet from being washed, it falls around his shoulders, dampening them.“Did I wake you?” Enrique smiles with a confused tilt of his eyebrow.“Nah, man.Just trying to be comfortable.Have a seat.There’s beer in the fridge if you want it.Please, help yourself.” Hooking a finger around the opened bottle he has in front of him, Brayden takes a swig and settles back down into his spot on the couch with a small groan.“Sorry about blowing you off before.It’s been a little crazy around here.”“No worries,” Enrique says, hesitantly going over to the fridge.Brayden urges him on with a raise of his eyebrows, gesturing to the kitchen.“Yeah?”“Yeah, go on.Apologies for not being a better host and all of that.”“You okay?”“Yeah, just a little um… banged up.Been a rough day.”“Oh yeah? You wanna talk about it, or…?”Brayden dismisses the offer with a wave of his hand, pushing his wet hair back from his face with a slightly nervous gesture.After finding a beer and popping the cap off, Enrique joins him on the couch.“To warm weather,” Enrique toasts with a raise of his bottle.“I’ll drink to that,” Brayden sighs, tapping the necks together.“So, is this your place, Bray? It doesn’t really feel like you,” Enrique wonders, glancing around at the barren, dark, cavernous rooms.“Nah, I’m living with my Nana and cousin Emma Leah a few blocks away.Most of the time, at least.I stay here, too.It’s owned by the same guy that owns the bar….” He leaves it hanging there, watching Enrique from the corner of his eye to see if he makes the connections.Then he does and his eyes open wide with surprise.Enrique turns his hat around so that the brim faces backwards and leans forward towards Brayden.“That big gorilla lookin’ one with the black hair and the cheekbones?” To help clarify, he sucks in his cheeks, puckers his lips and frowns a little, doing his best impression of Jenner.Brayden laughs wildly, clutching his stomach.Drawing one leg up onto the couch cushion, holding it there by the knee, he curls his bare toes around the edge and lets his legs fall open.Resting his head back against the padded seat, his smile lingers.“Jenner.Parrish if you’re nasty.”“Oh man,” Enrique marvels.“For real? You’re staying with that dude? He’s like the polar opposite of you.He’s so… tense [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]