Keeping Sweets (24 page)

“I can’t answer that, Ev. You are going away. You have to. We agreed from the beginning that there would be an expiration date on this. We have to keep our promises. We’re leaving the day after tomorrow. I’m going back home and you’re going to school.”

“But I could—”

“No.” Bran cut him off, and knew that the stern tone in his voice might upset Evan, but he needed to be firm. There were no buts or ifs in this case. There was only one outcome, and that was Evan getting on a bus and Bran going back to his sad, directionless existence.

He kissed Evan, just a light brush of lips. “We don’t have a lot of time left together. I don’t want to fight. I just want to make the most of the time we have left, okay?”

Evan’s eyes were glassy and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly, but Bran couldn’t give in to what he wanted. He kissed him again, harder this time, leaving no room for argument. He may not be able to say the words, but he could show Evan how much he loved him, how difficult it would be to say good-bye.

Evan didn’t hesitate. He wrapped himself around Bran, as if he couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t taste enough. They kissed like that, desperate, frantic, for what felt like hours, just kissing and licking and stroking each other, ramping each other up higher. They touched and explored, soothed and memorized. Only one more night together after this and Bran had to remember everything.

Evan rolled onto his back, knees wide, bringing Bran with him, cradled between his legs. He looked up at him with eyes that were so vulnerable, so trusting that it broke Bran’s heart. He was so fucking beautiful.

They moved against one another, smooth skin sliding as their stiff cocks were trapped between their soft bellies. Bran trailed his mouth down Evan’s body, little licks tasting every inch of deliciously salty skin. He pulled Evan’s pink nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, reveling in the gasps and moans coming from beneath him.

He could feel the small body shaking under him, feel the desire manifest itself in shivers and quakes. Evan was close. Bran hadn’t touched him yet, and he was already close. Bran couldn’t wait. He made short work of the rest of the trip, licking a path from nipple to belly button before dipping his tongue inside, teasing, probing. Evan was straining against him, using all his willpower to keep his hips glued to the bed, waiting as patiently as he could for Bran to take him.

He didn’t have to wait too long, though. Bran pushed his knees up farther, exposing the soft flesh in between. He gently cupped Evan’s balls, rolling them slightly in his fingers, feeling the softness of his skin against his fingertips. He bent down, pulled one into his mouth and began laving and licking, causing Evan to groan with appreciation.

He loved the sounds Evan made; they drove him to distraction. He went slow, teasing for as long as he could stand it, but he was as impatient as Evan, wanted to feel him convulsing and buckling underneath him, wanted to make him mindless with pleasure.

He sucked Evan’s cock into his mouth, then swirling his tongue around the tip, caught the sensitive spot under the crown as he moved up and down the shaft. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, bringing Evan swiftly to orgasm. He slowed the strokes, making sure he had milked every last drop.

Evan was breathing hard, staring with unfocused eyes at the ceiling. His hair was disheveled and his skin was flushed a pretty pink. Bran moved lower to lick at the creamy skin behind his testicles, then moved lower still to rim the sensitive ring of muscle around his entrance.

Evan moaned again and pushed into him, urging him to keep going. Bran massaged the tight ring with his tongue before he sucked one finger into his mouth. He carefully inserted it, feeling Evan pushing out and relaxing to accommodate him. Bran slid his finger slowly in and out, in awe at how Evan’s body responded to his touch, how quickly Evan had learned how to yield to him, to trust Bran to do what was needed so he wouldn’t hurt.

Bran inserted another finger, scissoring them apart, stretching and preparing Evan for him. He went as slowly as he could, trying to be patient, trying not to rush, but eventually he couldn’t wait any longer.

He rose. Positioning himself between Evan’s legs, he reached to the bedside table for the condoms and lube.

“No, wait….” Evan protested.

“You don’t want to?” Bran asked, concerned.

“No, I want to, just I want to feel you… just you….”

Understanding of what Evan wanted dawned over Bran. “Ev, Sweets, that’s not safe.”

“Yes, it is. I’m safe. I’ve never… I mean, you’re the only one… and you, I trust you. I know you wouldn’t hurt me….”

“Evan, I’ve never—”

“Please, Bran. Please. I just want to feel you.”

Bran placed the condom back into the drawer and snicked the cap off the lube. He poured a generous amount over his cock, massaging the slick liquid into his skin. He was finding it hard to breathe. Something about this seemed big to him, bigger than anything they had done together yet.

He positioned himself at Evan’s entrance and pushed slowly past the first ring of muscle. It gave way easily and Bran slid in, deeper, until he was seated completely inside Evan’s body.

“Oh God, Evan. Evan, you are so tight, so warm… so… just… so….”

Evan kissed him, hooking his ankles around Bran’s lower back. He kissed him back as he withdrew a little, testing the sensation of hot, wet skin on skin.

He thrust forward again, pushing as far as he could go, trying to get deeper, further inside. It felt so good, too good. He couldn’t last long like this. He went as slow as he could, keeping eye contact with Evan as he thrust, watching the pleasure dance over his features. He was close, too close, but wanted Evan to come with him.

He shifted, changing the angle so he could rub against Evan’s prostate. It was so much easier to find with no barriers in between. He reached between them, wrapped his fingers around Evan’s shaft, then stroked up and down in time with his thrusts.

“Come for me, you’re so goddamn beautiful when you come.”

Evan’s back arched as semen spilled down Bran’s fist and onto Evan’s belly. The muscular contractions around Bran’s cock were too much and pushed him over the edge right alongside his boy. He pulsed and shuddered, his breath leaving his body as he shot inside Evan.

He collapsed on top of him, exhausted from the physical and emotional toll the sex had taken on him. He felt different somehow, as if coming inside Evan had branded him, claimed him as his own.

He carefully pulled from Evan’s body, falling on his side so as not to crush the smaller man.

They fell asleep like that, tangled together in a mass of linens and limbs, sweat and semen smeared between them, but happy in one another’s arms.

B
RAN
awoke the next morning to the sound of running water. Sunlight was streaming in through the window, but he had no idea what time it was. He listened for other sounds in the house, but heard none. It must have still been early if no one but Evan was awake.

Evan emerged from the bathroom, naked and happy. His cheeks were rosy as he bounded across the room and whipped the covers off of Bran.

“Come shower with me. I’m a very dirty boy,” Evan quipped.

“It’s too early for you to have this much energy,” Bran complained with false annoyance.

Evan’s expression became serious. “It’s our last day together and I want to make the most of it. Wanna be with you all day.”

Bran pulled him in closer between his legs, bracketing Evan’s hips with his knees. He reached up, slid his hand into Evan’s hair, and pulled him down for a kiss. “Anything you want, Sweets. Anything. Now, let’s go scrub up. I think I’m still partially glued to the sheets.”

Bran followed Evan into the bathroom and stepped behind him into the warm spray. He leaned back, letting the water fall over his head and run in rivulets down his body. Bran poured soap into his palm and rubbed his hands together to create suds. He ran his hands over Evan’s small body, touching him almost reverently as he washed.

They kissed and touched and rubbed against one another as they bathed, enjoying the warmth of the water and the slickness it created. Evan turned around, braced himself against the cold white tiles, and bent slightly, tilting his ass out and toward Bran.

“Now, Bran. Need to feel you.”

Bran didn’t need to be asked twice. He jumped out of the shower, leaving big puddles of water as he ran across the bathroom floor to the toiletry bag that kept his waterproof lube. He quickly located it and ran back to the shower. Pouring some into his hands, he coated his fingers.

This wasn’t going to be slow and sensual, it would be fast and rough, but it seemed as if that’s what Evan wanted too. He was tilting his hips, trying to give Bran better access.

Bran slipped two fingers between Evan’s cheeks, massaging.

“You sore from yesterday at all?”

“Not one bit. Do it, Bran.”

Bran thrust both fingers in at once, hearing Evan hiss against the intrusion. He held steady for a moment, trying to give Evan time to adjust. Evan was canting his hips, fucking himself on Bran’s fingers, begging him for more with the movement of his body. Bran obliged. He slid his fingers in and out in a quick rhythm, brushing over Evan’s prostate with every few swipes.

It was too much. He needed to be inside now. He applied more lube to his raging erection and thrust inside Evan in one smooth movement. Evan cried out, letting his head drop forward between his shoulders.

Bran stilled, holding off for a sign from Evan that it was okay to move. He didn’t have to wait long. Evan was as eager as he was, as hungry, as desperate. He grabbed Bran’s arms, bringing his hand to his soap-slicked cock. Bran stroked him hard and fast as he plunged in over and over, again driving them both up and toward the edge.

Evan’s knees buckled as he came, hot come pumping in thick white ropes onto the tile. Bran caught him around the waist, holding him up and against him as he continued to pound into him. Four more strokes and Bran’s vision was dimming around the edges as he came. The orgasm swamped him, pulled him under to where the only thing he could feel was Evan clenching around him.

He held Evan close until he was certain he could stand on his own. He loosened his grip and ran his hands up and down Evan’s stomach soothingly as he pulled out.

“Mmm, that is one way to start the day off right,” Evan cooed.

Bran pulled the shower nozzle from the wall and rinsed the come and sweat from their bodies. He turned off the water and reached for a fluffy white towel, then wrapped it tightly around Evan. He kissed him soundly on the mouth.

When they were both dry, they put a fresh set of sheets on the bed and climbed in together, snuggling in instinctively to one another.

“It’s our last day, Sweets. What do you want to do today? The beach? Another picnic?”

Evan shook his head. “Just this. I just want to stay like this all day. Can we do that?”

Bran’s throat closed up, making it hard for him to speak. He would have given Evan anything he wanted, but he couldn’t think of a more perfect way to spend their last day together. He nodded. “We can do that. Whatever you want, you just tell me. Anything.”

E
VAN
knew what he wanted, and he also knew that Bran’s promise was empty. He wouldn’t give Evan anything he wanted. Almost anything, but the one thing Evan really wanted, Bran would deny him.

He didn’t just want today. He wanted forever, but how could they have forever when Bran was adamant about the end of the project meaning the end of them? Evan glanced over at the pirate ship they had claimed with their prize tickets at Funland. That little toy would be the only thing Evan would have to remember this day by. His heart fell, and his guts felt heavy. He needed to put off thinking about it. It would do no good to get upset now. He was ruining their last day.

He rolled over and watched the gentle rise and fall of Bran’s smooth chest as he slept. It was midafternoon and they had already made love twice since the shower: once with Evan on top, then again with Bran spooned up behind him. Evan remembered their first time. He remembered how skittish he had been about the thought of Bran being behind him. Now he liked it. He liked the way Bran held him close and breathed loving words in his ears as they moved sleepily together. It was nice.

Bran yawned, waking up from the short nap they had taken to the sound of Evan’s stomach grumbling.

“Hungry, Sweets?”

“A little, I guess.”

“Wanna go get some lunch?”

Evan shook his head. Leaving the room would mean facing the world and letting reality into the carefully constructed fantasy world. It was already damaged, with little hairline cracks running through its shell. One stiff push and it would disintegrate.

Bran sat up in bed, pulled his sweats on, then tucked Evan back in, safely under the covers.

“Be right back. You just sit tight.”

Bran left the room and Evan felt like he had taken all the light with him. He could hear him talking and laughing with one of the guys in the hallway. He wanted to scream.