Eyes hazy, Brian caressed his cheek and gazed at him. “I have never and will never want anything more.”
Keith smiled and then turned his face into Brian’s palm and licked it. “The feeling is mutual.”
Their gazes held for long seconds, but eventually, Brian reached down, opened Keith’s pants, and slipped his hand inside. He wrapped it around Keith’s cock and whispered, “How do you want it?”
“Dealer’s choice.” Keith grinned and dipped his face forward for a quick kiss.
“You have the best smile.”
“It’s new.” He brushed his lips over Brian’s again. “Not sure I smiled about much before I met you.”
Brian tangled his free hand in Keith’s hair and pressed their mouths together, deepening the kiss from the start. He stroked his hand over Keith’s shaft and licked his way into his mouth. Eventually, he pulled back just far enough to speak. “I promise to make sure you have endless reasons to smile from now on, mate. Your joy and your peace, are my purpose.” He snaked his hand around Keith’s hip and supported him as he lowered him down to his back. “My turn to taste you.” With that declaration, he tugged Keith’s pants down and lowered his face.
As turned on as Keith was, it didn’t take more than a couple of minutes of attention from his mate’s talented mouth before he groaned and shot onto his waiting tongue. He covered his eyes with his forearm and sucked in air.
“Good?” Brian asked as he scooted up and lay on Keith’s heaving chest.
“Fantastic. Not sure how you’re so skilled at sucking dick when doing it to me was your first time.”
“That wasn’t—”
“Ahem.” Keith raised his forearm and stared at Brian, eyebrows raised. “What did we discuss?”
Brian furrowed his brow in confusion and then his eyes widened and he said, “Oh, right. Definitely my first time. It was, uh, beginner’s luck?”
“Good answer, mate.” Keith combed his fingers through Brian’s hair. “Good answer.”
“No. I mean it, Keith. You’re not going,” Brian said emphatically as he walked across the living room. He hadbeen pacing for the past twenty minutes. It seemed to be his self-soothing process, or at least that was Keith’s assumption because every time he had raised the situation happening in Green Field and how he wanted to handle it, Brian paced.
“It’s really sweet that you’re worried about me,” Keith said. “This couch is super comfy.” He patted the spot next to him. “Are you sure you don't want to sit for this conversation? Maybe it’ll help you relax.”
“Relax? Relax?” Brian threw his arms in the air. “How am I supposed to relax when you insist on putting your life in danger?”
“That’s not what I’m doing this time. I swear.”
Brian stilled and frowned at him. “This time? What doesthis timemean?”
“It means other times I tried to put my life in danger on purpose but that’s not why I’m going to Green Field to unseat the Ruperts, sothis timeI’m not. See? I know the difference.” He had thought his point was evident but maybe his mate was too worked up to think clearly. “Do you want a snack?” he offered.
“A snack?” Brian said incredulously.
“Yes. Chips? A cookie? Do you want sweet or salty? Oh, I know, trail mix. I saw trail mix in the pantry. That has sweet and salty combined. It’s perfect!”
“I do not want a snack, and as I’ve told you over and over for the last two days, I do not want you going to Green Field. I will handle Rupert Jackson and his son.”
“How about a drink? Are you the type that gets calmer when you consume alcohol or more irrational?”
“What are you talking about? And what do you mean bymoreirrational? I’m not irrational!”
“Right.” Keith sighed. “I know you think that’s true, but you’re kind of an unreliable narrator right now.”
“I’m not… What?” He furrowed his brow and raised his hands to shoulder height in a questioning motioning. “What do you mean ‘narrator’?”
“Well, I don’t mean like a literal narrator because, obviously, this isn’t a book or a play or whatever. But you get my point.”
His jaw dropped. “Keith?”
“Uh-huh?”
