My body is already responding, but then I notice a cut on Bren’s right cheek. “What happened to your face?” I ask, reaching out to touch the tender-looking skin.
Bren bats my hand away. “It’s nothin’. Bruce threw a fuckin’ fork at my head. Didn’t dodge it in time.”
“Jesus, maybe you should quit school and get a job. Get away from that fucker and get your own place.” For a moment, I think about that. Me and Bren could share a flat. Have some privacy. Maybe we could be boyfriends or something. “You’re seventeen,” I say. “So you’re allowed to. They can’t make you go to school.”
Bren lights up and takes a drag before passing it to me. “Yeah, I know. But I have to pass year eleven to get an apprenticeship. Corey said his uncle would take me on next year.”
“You wanna be a plumber? You know you’ve gotta fix people’s toilets and shit. I mean, you’ll be crawlin’ through like literal shit.” I laugh, passing the smoke back.
“Fuck off. Better than dealin’ drugs and endin’ up in prison.”
I nod. “True. I was just yankin’ your chain anyway. I think it’s a good idea.” I sit back down on the bench seat, spreading my legs wide. “Come here,” I say, wanting to get the night back on track. We’ve got plenty of time to talk tomorrow at school, but not a lot of time to mess around. And it’s coming up on midnight.
Bren takes another drag of his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and stomping on it. He studies me, his eyes a mix of desire and unease. I don’t know why we have to play this game every single time. I want it. He wants it. So why does he have to resist? “Come here,” I repeat, a little more forcefully.
“Not your fuckin’ bitch, Davies.”
“Never said you were, but do you want your cock sucked or not?” Truth is, I want him to be mine. There’s been a few girls showing interest in him lately and I think I’ll lose my shit if he gets a girlfriend.
Bren takes a few steps forward so he’s standing between my legs. I go straight for the button and zip on his jeans, then pull them down to his thighs. He’s already hard, and I think I can make out a wet spot on his briefs. My mouth salivates just thinking about tasting him. “Fuck,” I murmur as I pull his length out, giving him a slow stroke. “You’re so fuckin’ hard.”
Glancing up at Bren, I discover he’s looking around nervously. “Bren, there’s no one around. Just chill.”
“Can’t be sure, Davies. But get yours out too. Wanna see it.”
Standing, I quickly get my jeans and briefs down to my thighs and bring our bodies closer. I wanna kiss him so fucking bad. His cheeks are flushed and his mouth is slightly open, his breath quickening in anticipation. Would he let me? He looks like he wants it since he’s staring at my mouth. I wrap my hand around both out lengths and start stroking them together. I shudder at the sensation. It looks hot too.
“Fuck, Davies, that feels good.” Bren drops his forehead onto my shoulder.
I hesitate for only a moment, then go for it. “Turn around,” I say, trying to sound like I know what I’m doing.
“What?” Bren asks, head snapping up. He looks angry, but there’s something else in his eyes. Something that looks a lot like need.
I repeat, “You heard me, turn around.” I hold my breath, knowing I’m either about to get my ass kicked, or I’m about to finally get something I’ve been desperate for.
Bren slowly turns, without uttering a single word, and my body starts to shake. My eyes land on his bare skin and I tentatively reach out and place a hand on his hip. When he doesn’t pull away, I glide my fingertips across the curve of his ass. Bren shivers, from the cold or my touch I can’t be sure. Stepping closer, I press myself against him.
“Fuck,” Bren mumbles, still not pulling away.
I slide my hands around him, taking his length in one and slipping my other under his T-shirt and hoodie, seeking out his pecs. As I connect with a nipple and roll the bud between my fingers, I begin to jerk him. “You like that?” I ask, giving the slightest roll of my hips.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” is Bren’s only reply, his head falling back onto my shoulder.
I breathe him in, then rest my lips on the curve of his neck. It’s not quite a kiss, but it’s close. Tightening my grip and increasing the speed, his body seems to melt against me, completely lost in the pleasure. I’m painfully hard, and there’s no doubt I could come just from having my dick nestled against his ass. I slow down again, not wanting this to end.
“Fuck it!” Bren suddenly turns and drops to his knees in front of me.
“What the—” is all I manage to say before Bren takes me into his mouth. “Oh oh oh! Jesus oh fuck!”
Bren hasn’t done this before and he’s a bit uncoordinated and rough, but it feels amazing all the same. My hand sinks into his hair and I try not to thrust. “Look at me,” I say. Bren lifts his eyes to meet mine and holy fuck! The sight is too much, and I know I’m gonna blow.
“Gonna come. Fuck Bren, I’m comin’.” He doesn’t pull off, instead doubling down as I finish in his mouth. My whole body convulses, and I struggle to remain upright. As my brain starts to come back online, I look down at Bren. His eyes are closed, as he makes little satisfied whimpers around my softening dick. I stroke my fingers through his hair, wishing I could pull him up into my arms and kiss him.
“Bren, that was incredible. It felt so fuckin’ amazin’. Do you want me to do you now?”
His eyes open as he pops off, looking embarassed. “I already…um…I already…”
“You came?” I ask, dumbfounded.
