Chapter Fifteen
Itshouldn’tbeembarrassing.
Yet here Brody sat, his face flushed from more than just being close to Diego. But he had to be honest; it wasn’t like Diego wouldn’t notice his flaccid cock. “I told you that I had a couple of pretty bad seizures after my head injury. It’s been a few years and I’m okay now, but—” Brody cleared his throat and clasped his hands together in front of him. “One of the side effects of the medication I take is that… um. I can’t get hard. Sometimes I do, but it don’t last long and—” Brody took a deep breath and glanced to the right to catch Diego’s gaze. “I still wanna be with you tonight. But I might not be able to give you everything you need.” He turned toward Diego, leaning in, their foreheads touching. “And I didn’t want you to think that I’m not excited or turned on by you. There’s nothing more I want in the world right now that to lie next to you and touch you and hear you come. But—if you wanna leave, I’ll under—”
Brody’s last words were silenced when Diego pressed his lips to his own, each kiss as tender as the last. When they parted, Diego ran his thumb along Brody's bottom lip in a loving gesture.
“Thank you for telling me that. I—it doesn’t matter to me. No, that didn’t come out right.” Diego shook his head, long curls brushing his shoulders. “What you just said—that is important, and I hate that’s happened to you. It does matter, because you matter to me. But I’m not leaving here because—”
“’cause I’m broken?”
“You’re not broken, Brody. And there’s other stuff we can do.” Diego leaned in for another kiss. “I just need to know that you’re having fun, too. I want you to feel good. C’mere.” He pulled Brody onto the bed with him. They scooted back until their heads hit the pillows, and Brody rested his head on Diego’s chest.
When was the last time Brody lay with a lover like this? With anyone? Diego’s fingers caressed the back of Brody’s head, stroking him with more affection than anyone had shown Brody in years. He could lie like this forever, just the two of them in this room, away from jobs and responsibilities.
No, Brody couldn’t do that.
But he could give himself to Diego for a few hours, to show Diego how much he missed him, how much he needed this closeness. Brody’s hand slid under Diego’s soft sweater, his fingers ghosting over smooth skin. Diego’s chest rose and fell with Brody’s explorations, and he inhaled sharply as Brody found a small, hard nipple. Brody tipped his head up and caught Diego’s mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, and as he pushed himself up, he helped Diego pull his sweater over his head, throwing it on the other side of the bed.
Brody’s eyes traveled all over Diego’s torso, golden brown skin covered in colorful tattoos down his arms and across his shoulders. More ink on his left flank, traveling down into the waistband of Diego’s jeans, had Brody’s desire burning hotter, the need he’d felt all night simmering just under the surface.
Just because he couldn’t get hard didn’t mean he didn’t want this man. “Lay back, babe.”
Diego exhaled. “Yes sir.”
Brody groaned at those words as his face dipped to nuzzle Diego’s neck. His lips traced along the inked skin of Diego’s shoulders, down his biceps, and over to his pecs, where he kissed and nipped each hard nipple. “You’re beautiful,” Brody whispered as he nuzzled every tattoo.
Diego chuckled, his belly contracting when Brody kissed the skin just over his navel. “Glad you think so.”
Brody’s mouth hovered above the hard erection pressing against Diego’s jeans, and he pressed his mouth against the denim. Diego groaned again, his fingers threading Brody’s hair as Brody unfastened the button to Diego’s jean and unzipped his pants. Diego helped as Brody tugged them off, along with his underwear, and soon Diego was naked, spread out on Brody’s white hotel duvet like a golden god, his long cock erect and leaking against his stomach.
Brody kissed Diego’s hip before he stood, quickly undressing, then climbed back onto the bed between Diego’s legs. He nuzzled into a thick thatch of dark curls at the base of Diego’s cock, inhaling deeply the delicious scent of warm, male skin.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Diego moaned as his hand dropped onto the back of Brody's head and stroked his soft, short hair. “Are you sure—”
Then Brody’s mouth encircled Diego’s cock. Diego bit his lip to stay quiet, his back arching up. “Fuck.” Diego glanced down at Brody as he spread his legs wider apart to give Brody more room. “I'm gonna last about ten seconds, you know that,” he groaned, a love-drunk grin on his face as his fingers played with Brody's hair.
“We’ll see about that.” Brody held that gaze before ducking his face back down toward Diego’s cock and pressing a kiss against the warm shaft. His lips slid up toward the leaking slit and covered the thick bulb, sucking lightly before dropping his head to take as much of Diego’s cock as he could.
Then he pulled back, not wanting this to be over too soon. Brody spread Diego open wide and pressed his tongue against the heavy balls between Diego’s legs, hot and musky. Gently suckling them, he brought a fingertip to his mouth, wetting it, and teased it against Diego’s wrinkled hole as he sucked harder on the pebbled scrotum, focused on pleasuring Diego with every stroke and movement of his tongue and finger.
Diego couldn’t lay still, his body in constant movement under Brody’s hands, writhing with heat and desire with each gentle press of Brody’s finger against that tender skin, poking and teasing, darting just inside the tight ring of muscle. When Brody’s mouth shifted and he took Diego’s cock deep down his throat, Diego grunted loud and grabbed onto the back of his head, hips pumping up and into his mouth. Brody ground himself against the bed, his own cock twitching, wanting more friction. But when Diego fucked his mouth in earnest, Brody braced himself on his elbow, his eyes fluttering shut, and lost himself in that overwhelming feeling when Diego shuddered and thrust deep, emptying himself down Brody’s throat.
Wow. Brody pressed a kiss to Diego's hip, then dragged himself up languidly, trailing his lips over warm, silky skin until he could capture Diego's mouth and kiss him senseless. There was so much to say, but their passionate embrace left them both breathless and hungry for more kisses as their tongues tangled in a frenzied dance.
Kisses full of pure desire and longing, of promise, of welcoming each other home.
Brody blinked his eyes. He’d drifted off for a moment and woke up to a warm and cuddly Diego laying on his chest.
“Mmmph.”
Brody laughed at the sound coming from the bottom of his bed. Peach had joined them at some point and now lay on the other side of the big king-sized bed, watching them with sleepy eyes. “Sorry, girl, Daddy’s got company right now.”
Diego stirred, and Brody felt him smiling against his skin. “Does she need anything? Want me to move?” he asked, yawning.
“You’re not moving an inch.” Brody wrapped his arms tighter around Diego’s slim, but solid frame. “She’s just put out, but she’ll get over it. Not used to having to share me with anyone.”
Diego kissed Brody’s chest, then shifted as he sat up. “A jealous woman, not what I expected to deal with tonight. But I’m not here to make enemies of your best girl.” He leaned in for a kiss, then scoot over to sit next to Brody. “C’mon Peach. You can have that leg over there.”
