Authors: Kele Moon
contact when Gavin wrenched his mouth away like an addict
fighting for a moment of clarity. He reached out, one long arm
grabbing the handle of the drawer to the nightstand. He puled it
open and searched blindly through the contents. He tossed a bottle
of lube and a string of gold-foiled condom packets onto the bed
before he looked back to Brad with a wide-eyed nervousness that
finaly betrayed some sense of trepidation.
Gavin was going to ask for it. Brad knew it with certainty,
and he didn’t want him to ask. He didn’t want to be forced to admit
he wanted it, and he squeezed his eyes shut against Gavin’s
vulnerable look, tilting his head away from him. At the same time he
spread his legs, just enough to make the invitation obvious to
someone observant.
Luckily Gavin was always observant. Without another word
Gavin reached over, grabbed a pilow, and moved down Brad’s
body once more. It had been an insanely long time since Brad had
done this. Jake hadn’t been the last. Brad had tried bottoming off
and on over the years, but it was always an epic train wreck that left
him feeling dirty and uncomfortable for days afterward. Like al the
other times he’d tried bottoming, Brad felt a blush flood his face,
making the back of his neck burn as Gavin put the pilow under
Brad’s ass, leaving him open and vulnerable. Only this time it wasn’t
shame and awkwardness that left him flushed; instead it was a
crazed desperation to hide just how eager he was.
Thank God, Gavin was fast.
He must have sensed Brad’s desperation for the mindlessness
to set in. He needed something to pul him out of his thoughts and
make him ache and burn to the point that nothing else mattered.
Gavin gave him what he needed, teasing Brad’s ass with a lube-
slicked finger. He pushed past the tight ring of muscle, probing,
searching for the right spot, and finding it quicker than Brad
expected.
“Fuck me!” he shouted, forgetting just how intense that
particular erogenous zone could burn. He bowed into the pressure
of Gavin’s finger on his gland, fighting for breath against the shock
of it after years of going without. He tossed his head back as Gavin
stroked him, pushing Brad to the brink of mindlessness he craved.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Gav. It feels good. You’re doing good; just
move a little to the left—holy hel!”
The rocket fire of lust struck twice as violently when Gavin hit
him just right, and he spread his legs farther apart, opening himself
wide to the pleasure. He had a white-knuckled grip on the
headboard, using it to push back against the thrust of Gavin’s
fingers. It seemed he was unable to stop from being pushy in bed,
even when chained down and getting finger fucked by a brick wal
of a cop.
“Use two fingers.” Brad’s voice was low and demanding
even to his own ears. “Stretch me, baby. Yeah, good, fuck!”
He bowed once more, rutting against Gavin’s fingers. His
cock actualy started to swel. Despite Gavin nearly sucking him
dry, it grew thicker against the flat plane of Brad’s stomach, aching
al over again.
“Suck me,” he demanded, now stretched wide with two of
Gavin’s fingers working in him. He gasped out loud from the dual
stimulation when Gavin did as he was told, leaning over and
capturing Brad’s growing dick with his mouth. “That’s right, baby.
Suck it. God, you look pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Brad couldn’t help but watch, his reservations about being
vulnerable evaporating to the sexual current pulsing thickly in the air.
Brad liked seeing himself spread out, the pilow under his ass
leaving him open to al sorts of wicked desires. Gavin looked
amazing camped between his legs, his mouth ful of Brad’s cock, his
fingers stil stretching Brad’s ass, making him writhe from the bliss.
When Gavin stopped stretching him and went back to
pushing his fingers against Brad’s prostate, Brad closed his eyes in
ecstasy. A fresh sweat broke out on his skin, making him cold and
hot at the same time. The ache was exquisite, leaving him panting
and mindless. His words turned into low grunts of pleasure and
encouragement. He gripped the headboard tighter as the need for
something more than fingers had him fighting for clarity.
But clarity was gone, obliterated completely, making him
nothing more than a frenzied beast hungry for so much more than he
was getting. He struggled against the wash of bliss, even while the
stinging pressure had him instinctively thrusting and searching for
more. His tongue was thick in his mouth, his lips uncooperative. It
was a battle, but he finaly found a way to form one desperate
word.
“Please!”
Brad gave a keening cry of disappointment when Gavin
puled his fingers out, leaving him bereft and empty. This wasn’t
what he wanted. He mourned and burned and ached even as a part
of his mind registered the sound of a condom wrapper being torn
open and the click of a lube bottle being opened once more.
Too frantic to lie there sightless and helpless, Brad fought the
weight of desire to open his eyes. He sucked in a sharp breath at
the image that greeted him—Gavin leaning back on his haunches
between Brad’s spread thighs. His sweatpants were pushed down
to his knees while he sat there stroking his condom-covered dick
now shiny with lube. He puled at the tip of the condom, testing it.
Then he reached for the lube bottle again, pouring more onto his
fingers.
Brad frowned at that, wanting to feel the burn. Gavin must
have sensed his complaint, because he lifted his head, explaining,
“You’re realy tight, Brad. I don’t think you realize how tight you
are. Don’t you finger yourself when you jerk off?”
No, he didn’t. The memories were too bitter to crave that
sort of release—until now.
Brad shook his head silently, stil fighting for words.
“It’s okay,” Gavin said, reaching for Brad once more,
working two ultraslick fingers into his hole. “We’l, um…we’l make
it good. I’l make it work.”
Words seemed to be a battle for Gavin too, who was actualy
shaking with want, his body stil noticeably tight with the need for
sexual release. He was suffering for Brad, desperate to make this
perfect when nothing in life ever was. The two of them knew better
than anyone that life was dirty and messy and totaly unpredictable.
Brad wasn’t afraid of a little burn, and he was tired of waiting.
“Fuck me, Gav,” Brad demanded, finaly finding the words he
was realy looking for. “Stop courting me and fuck me like you
mean it.”
Gavin’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He abandoned
preparing him, smearing lube over the inside of Brad’s thigh as he
gripped it, forcing him to open wider. Brad knew Gavin was
probably holding his cock as he positioned himself at his entrance,
but Brad was too overwhelmed to look. Al he could do was feel
that first amazing stretch of Gavin thrusting into him. Brad arched
into the assault, letting Gavin claim him, surrendering himself to
being fucked by this amazing man he loved so much his chest nearly
burst with it.
“Fuck.” Gavin grabbed the top of the headboard as he took
him hard, pushing the rest of the way into Brad as if he couldn’t help
himself. Once buried to the base, he pressed his hips tightly against
Brad’s and stayed there in quivering stilness. Gavin was panting, his
broad body trembling, his entire being coiled tightly as if the slightest
misstep would spring the tension in him. “Feels amazing.”
Brad couldn’t find his voice to agree. The way Gavin angled
his hips forced his cock to hit Brad’s sweet spot with a second
thrust that was surprisingly savage. Brad jerked beneath him, letting
out a choked moan instead. Then they were both moaning, shaking,
gasping together with each hard thrust as Gavin obviously lost his
battle for control. Both of them used their grip on the headboard to
help push their bodies together over and over in a frenzied, wild
mating Brad couldn’t get enough of.
The sweat that beaded on their bodies made the slide of skin
against skin slick, easing the frictions between them. Gavin fucked
him hard, fast, forcing Brad to open wider just to make his claiming
movements a little more fluid. Every hard thrust of Gavin’s cock hit
Brad just right, and he was already shaking with the need to come,
but it’d been so long since he’d searched for this kind of release. It
left him suspended, tense, and quivering in that intense place just
outside oblivion.
He was starting to think it was impossible. He was going to
die from the strain of trying to come from nothing but the extreme
feeling of Gavin’s slick cock sliding in and out of his ass, brushing
against his prostate over and over.
“I can’t.” He panted between the mindless gasps of pleasure.
“Jerk me off, baby. Make me come.”
Gavin moaned in response, one hand releasing its tight hold
on the headboard. Instead of sliding between their straining bodies,
Gavin’s fingers tangled in Brad’s hair, jerking his head back. Then
he was moaning into his mouth, his tongue pushing past Brad’s lips,
claiming his mouth with the same hard, forceful intensity he was
fucking him with.
“I love you too,” Gavin whispered against his lips, the two of
them breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. “You’l never
fucking get rid of me. I won’t let you. You’re stuck with me, okay?”
Brad nodded breathlessly. “Okay.”
Gavin kissed him once more. They were suddenly one heart,
one soul. Brad was completely wrapped up in Gavin, and that was
exactly where he wanted to be. Forget coming; he wanted to stay in
this place for eternity. And life fucked it up by having that thrust be
the one that was his undoing.
Faling into the chasm was nearly impossible before that
moment. Now he couldn’t stop it, no matter how hard he tried. He
cried out when the violent ecstasy slammed into him, causing stars
to burst behind his closed eyes.
He dimly heard Gavin’s cursing shout of defeat as he
surrendered to his own climax. They shook together as Brad’s cock
pumped cum between their straining bodies. The stickiness, the
sweat, the humbling pleasure that left them both weak in the
aftermath, none of it mattered. Al Brad knew was they were
together, and he was realy fucking happy about it.
Gavin colapsed over him. “’S, good,” he mumbled into the
curve of Brad’s neck. “I love you. Love you so fucking much.
Thank you.”
“The cuffs,” Brad reminded him, hearing the heaviness of
exhaustion in his voice. “Come on, baby, unlock me.”
“Oh, right.” Gavin ran one hand blindly over the bed before
he looked to Brad. “Shit, I forgot the keys in my room.”
Brad huffed, though it was hard to be mad at Gavin with
those heavy-lidded eyes, mussed black hair, and dazed smile
making him look as charming as ever.
Brad tilted his head toward the door. “Wel, go get ’em.”
“Right, yeah, good plan.”
Gavin disentangled himself from Brad. He roled off the bed,
at which point his legs proceeded to completely give out on him.
Gavin crashed to the floor with a thump that was loud enough to
make Brad wince.
Eyebrows raised, Brad lifted his head. “You okay?”
Gavin grunted in complaint, fighting to get back to his feet,
stil looking dazed. His sweatpants had been forgotten around his
ankles, but now he kicked them off with more force than necessary.
Standing there naked, he brought one foot up, squinting at it in the
near darkness. “Hurt my toe.”
“You’re a shitty top,” Brad couldn’t help but point out. “At
least get me a fucking washcloth. I’m growing cold and crusty over
here while you pul yourself together.”
Toe forgotten, Gavin’s smirk grew devious. He leaned down
and actualy licked at the spunk on Brad’s stomach. “Tastes good,”
he said in a teasing voice, his breath warm against Brad’s
hypersensitive skin. “Twice in an hour. I must’ve done something
right.”
Brad couldn’t argue with that. He just arched his hips,
offering up his stomach for a second taste. Gavin didn’t disappoint.
He lapped at the warm cum coating Brad’s abdominal muscles
once more, making a show of doing it slowly, his eyes on Brad in a
seductive move that actualy made his cock twitch when it should be
dead to the world.
“You’re a dirty bitch,” Brad said, smiling so broadly his face