“Do you…”
Cliff cleared his throat. He was a vision in the night. “I want you to fuck me, Brennan.”
Holy shit.Brennan could’ve come right then and there. This was fast turning into the greatest night of his life.
“Under the bed. Shoe box,” Cliff said between hungry breaths.
Brennan pulled out said shoe box. Inside was a pair of ratty sneakers. He reached in the left sneaker and pulled out a bottle of lube and condoms. It was Cliff’s Russian doll of depravity.
“Neat trick,” Brennan said.
“I sometimes practice on myself.”
It was dark in the room, but Brennan could feel the blush coming off Cliff’s cheeks. There was no need to be embarrassed because that was the hottest thing Brennan had ever heard in his life.
He lowered his voice and got into character. “Like this.”
Brennan pressed a lubed finger into Cliff’s tight, warm hole. Cliff threw his head back on the pillow and quivered under his touch. Brennan let out a low growl, consumed by the beautiful sight in front of him.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You,” Cliff said, barely audible, pink lips shaking with breath. “Inside me. Fucking me. Coming inside me. Brennan.”
Brennan could barely hold it the fuck together. He spooned the basketball player, kissing his shoulder, turned on by how vulnerable Cliff was for him. He slipped in two more fingers, greedy with desire. Cliff moaned and winced and Brennan wished they were in his loft where they could let the words fly out at full volume.
Brennan couldn’t hold off any longer. He rolled the condom onto his aching cock and slicked it up. He threw an arm around Cliff’s muscular torso to hold him in place.
When he pushed inside, Brennan saw stars. He felt Cliff hold his breath.
“You okay?” He nuzzled the point where his neck and shoulder met.
“You’re much bigger than the dildo.”
“That’s because you make me so fucking hard.” He pumped inside Cliff’s ass slowly, which was exquisite torture for both of them. If he could really have his way, they’d be loud as hell - bed creaking, skin slapping, moaning at full volume.
He was levitating, his bones humming with adrenaline, lust, and yes, love. Love for the way Cliff made him feel about himself. Love for the way Cliff trusted him.
Brennan kissed along his neck, immediately creating a trail of goosebumps in his wake, as he pressed his dick all the way into Cliff’s opening. Cliff moaned into his arm. Brennan did the same against Cliff’s shoulder. He thought his whole body was going to melt.
Brennan dipped a finger in the drops of pre-come pooling beside Cliff’s cock. He pressed it to Cliff’s mouth, then his own, taking in the bitter taste.
“Brennan,” Cliff whispered into the silence.
He hugged Cliff closer to his body, their heartbeats on top of each other. He pulled Cliff’s hair back and sucked on his ear lobe as he impaled his needy hole. Brennan fucked him in delicate but forceful thrusts. The sound of the belt rubbing against the bedpost filled the room as Cliff dry-humped his bedspread.
Brennan knew the second he wrapped his fist around Cliff’s dick, the guy would blow. Not yet.
Cliff shook with desire, testing the limits of clothes as bondage, an unstable atom ready to explode. His body tightened and released in short bursts as his breaths morphed into short gasps.
“What do you want?” Brennan growled into his ear. “Say it.”
“Touch me, Brennan. Make me come. Please touch me.”
Fuck, Brennan couldn’t hold on any longer. His strong hand slid down Cliff’s happy trail and found his swollen cock. The pre-come gave him lubricant as he pumped him slowly, wringing out the last drops of anticipation.
Cliff tensed up, clenching around Brennan’s engorged cock. Brennan covered his mouth as Cliff unleashed a hungry moan that vibrated against his palm.
He fucked him in desperate thrusts until they came together, Brennan testing the capacity limit of his condom. Cliff’s release cascaded down his fist onto the bedspread. Brennan untied him and wiped them off with his shirt. And then in a sudden, primal move, he jumped on top of Cliff and kissed him with scorching levels of heat, making up for all the making out they couldn’t do while fucking.
