“Now you’re talking.” Brandon shed his clothes as he entered the bedroom, taking only a minute before he stood in front of Tash, completely naked and aroused. “Why don’t you light a fire?”
Tash, completely caught up in the sight of Brandon’s cock pointing straight at him, swallowed hard. “Yeah, good idea.” It took only a few minutes to get the fire started, and when he turned around, his mouth went dry. Brandon sat naked and cross-legged in the club chair, the pint of ice cream in one hand and a spoonful in the other.
“Come get your sugar.”
That Southern twang crept into Brandon’s velvety suede voice, making Tash so achingly hard he couldn’t move. He watched Brandon slide the spoon inside his mouth and lick it clean. In two strides Tash joined Brandon on the chair and plucked the spoon from his hand. “Let me feed you.”
The firelight playing shadows off Brandon’s golden skin, coupled with the erotic sight of his glistening mouth, spun Tash’s nerves into a frenzy. Tash dug into the container and slipped the spoonful of creamy ice cream into Brandon’s mouth. With a hum of appreciation, Tash dipped his head in for a kiss, the taste of the sweet chocolate and coffee ice cream bursting on his tongue.
Brandon took the spoon from his hand. “My turn.” The ice cream was a little melted now, being as they were so close to the fire, and it dripped onto Tash’s chin and lips.
“Mmm, let me.” With long sweeps of his tongue, Brandon lapped at Tash’s face, then kissed his lips. When Tash’s face was clean, to his surprise, Brandon kept spooning more ice cream into Tash’s mouth, dribbling it over his chin and neck and licking it up until Tash became dizzy with pleasure and lust.
“Stay right there,” whispered Tash. He hurried to the nightstand to get the lube and a condom, then returned to the chair. “On your knees and face the chair, sweetheart.”
Without questioning him, Brandon did as he asked, and soon Tash was faced with the long lines of Brandon’s beautiful naked back and ass. Knowing how sensitive Brandon’s neck was, Tash spent time seducing him by placing teasing licks all over Brandon’s throat and sucking his skin. He loved hearing Brandon moan, the breath hitching in his throat as he writhed beneath Tash.
Brandon’s hard cock proved too enticing, and Tash encircled its length with his hand and began to stroke. Brandon arched into his touch and bit out between gritted teeth, “Now, goddamn it.”
Laughing softly, Tash ripped open the condom packet, and after rolling it on, he slicked himself with the lube. “Patience, sweetheart, and brace yourself.”
Brandon said nothing but grabbed the high-backed chair and spread himself wider for Tash.
“Oh God, that’s hot,” groaned Tash, smoothing his hands over the mounds of Brandon’s ass, trailing his fingers in the crease. He sank a finger inside Brandon’s hole and heard a sigh escape Brandon’s lips. “You like that, huh?” A second finger joined the first.
The rich, sweet scent of the ice cream, along with the noises Brandon made underneath him, excited Tash to a fever pitch. Unable to wait any longer, Tash planted one foot on the ground and a knee on the chair seat for leverage; then he pushed his cock inside Brandon, loving the way it sank as if drawn in deep by an invisible force. He wrapped one arm around Brandon’s chest, and as he pumped inside Brandon’s body, he fisted Brandon’s cock with his slick hand.
“Come for me, sweetheart.” Tash planted a wet, messy kiss at the corner of Brandon’s mouth as he plunged inside him. He continued to stroke Brandon’s cock until Brandon shuddered and shot into his hand. Muscles tightened around Tash’s cock, still deeply buried within Brandon, and he sensed that familiar rush of blood to his head and his groin. Before he could gather his thoughts to think straight, his orgasm was upon him; the force of it was so strong the fire rose to a golden haze and the walls of his bedroom wavered in front of him.
Heedless to the mess on his chair, he slumped on top of Brandon for a moment, their harsh breathing the only sound in the room. At this moment, no words were needed; the press of their heated bodies was enough. Tash’s lips were buried in Brandon’s hair, and his arm remained locked around Brandon’s chest. Tremors rippled underneath Brandon’s skin.
Several minutes passed before Tash could move. “Let’s get cleaned up and go eat.” He stood, pulling Brandon up with him.
Brandon’s heavy-lidded gaze fixed on the bed. “Mmm. I think we should start a new tradition. Dinner in bed.” He kissed Tash’s neck.
Tash shook his head and laughed. “You’d want every meal in bed.” He kissed Brandon back. “Give me a minute to clean up here.” After retrieving a towel from the bathroom, along with a damp washcloth, he wiped the two of them up as well as the chair.
“Why don’t you get into bed, and I’ll bring up the pizza and wine.”
Brandon slid under the covers and lay propped up on one elbow. “Yeah. I think the ice cream already served its purpose. Hurry, ’cause I’m hungry.”
“What else is new?” Tash shot back but left the bedroom to race down the stairs. He was no dope. There was nothing better than a naked and happy Brandon in his bed. When he got to the kitchen, he stopped short and burst out laughing. On the tabletop were Cleo and Caesar, their heads in the pizza box. When they heard his step, they sat up abruptly and scrambled off the table, racing to points unknown.
With a shake of his head, Tash reached for the menus by the phone and headed upstairs. Looked like they’d have to get dressed for the deliveryman.
Chapter Nineteen
At three forty-five the next afternoon, Brandon sat in his deserted classroom, waiting for Dwayne and Wilson to show up. The boys were usually on time, so when he checked his watch and saw they were fifteen minutes late, he became somewhat concerned.
He opened the door to his classroom and stuck his head outside to see if they were coming. Students still walked through the halls, either on their way to other after-school programs or finishing up late classes. It was hard to keep track of everyone with so many children jammed into these aging buildings.
Brandon left the classroom, closed the door behind him, and walked around the corner. A tall high schooler, whom Brandon knew to be a troublemaker, had Dwayne crowded up against the wall of lockers. A heavyset kid from the football team had a beefy arm draped across Wilson’s shoulders, effectively preventing him from moving.
“My brother told me you little faggots love kissing the teacher’s ass in class, huh?” Brandon watched as the tall boy pushed his face into Dwayne’s. “And then you spending all that time with Mr. Gilbert. What you think that’s gonna get you? He don’t give a shit about you. He’s just another white-boy do-gooder. And when he leaves, you’ll still be stuck here with the rest of us.”
Dwayne pushed up his glasses. “Well, I don’t think so. Mr. Gilbert’s really nice.”
Brandon’ heart swelled at the thought that these two kids were standing up for him.
