Brandon energetically got up and hurried to the white dresser where he kept his boxers.
“Should I wear these?”
He pulled out a bright blue pair of short boxer briefs that had bright yellow stitching on them and held them in the air for me to see. I lazily walked over and cupped his butt cheeks with my hand as I looked in his underwear drawer with him.
“I think those would be an excellent choice,” I complimented his selection.
I swatted his bare ass before I walked into the large closet. I went to a set of drawers in the built-in closet organizer, selected a pair of black boxer briefs, and pulled them on. Brandon was making the bed when I walked from the closet to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Soon, he joined me in the bathroom and brushed his teeth in front of what had become his sink. After I brushed my teeth, I went back to the drawers in the closet and put on a black t-shirt.
Brandon and I sat down together and had a late breakfast of bacon and pancakes; he loved pancakes. Though he hadn’t been with me very long, I’d fallen deeply in love with him. Waking up alone and without him yesterday made me realize just how much I wanted and needed him in my life.
He sat in his usual chair in his bright boxer briefs and these wild blue and white camouflage Dodgers socks. Brandon would rarely go barefoot and almost always wore socks. Over the summer I had taken him to a few baseball games and on a particular game day they were giving out Dodgers socks, and Brandon acted like they were the neatest thing.
“You and those socks,” I commented and winked at him when he smiled at me.
“I like socks,” he replied.
“I know you do.”
“What are we going to do today, James?” he asked while he drowned his pancakes in syrup.
“It doesn’t matter, pup. As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”
Hearing that appeared to make Brandon extremely happy and instantly emotional. A few tears ran down his face, and he quickly looked down while he reached for his yellow paper napkin. I got out of my chair and wrapped my arms around him. He let go of his napkin and clutched my forearm.
“I love you, Brandon. You have no idea how happy I am that you’re home,” I said as I kissed the top of his hair.
“I’m glad you found me. Both times.”
I knew he was referring to yesterday and the night I stumbled into him in the emergency room. I gave his back a gentle rub and then a few firm slaps.
“Eat up, pup,” I said and returned to my seat.
I reached out and playfully ran my hand through his hair as he shoveled pancakes that were covered in syrup into his mouth. I didn’t know how it was possible, but I thought I loved him more right now than I had when we went to bed.
“Maybe later I can show you my old Instagram account, if you’d like.”
“I’m always interested in anything you have to say or show me, pup. I’d love to see it.”
“Okay, I just need to download the app and can sign in. But I don’t want to keep it.”
“You don’t?” I asked. Brandon quickly shook his head. I was confused by his comment about not wanting to keep the account, but he certainly didn’t have to keep or be active on any social media platform. I had a feeling something was on the tip of his tongue to tell me, but he was withholding it. “It’s okay, pup. You don’t have to keep it.”
“Okay. I just want to show you something.”
It might have been my perception, but his comment seemed rather cryptic. I prevented myself from pushing him for more information. He seemed to be willing to open up to me about his past, which could lead me to find out who took him to that party. I was very interested in making the responsible person pay for what had happened to Brandon. But for whatever reason, he was extremely reluctant in telling anyone the name of who had taken him to the party. I’d been trying to get it out of him for months. However, since our dynamic had changed quite a bit in the last twenty-four hours, I had renewed hope that I would be able to pull the name of the son of a bitch from Brandon.
I’ll clear the dishes and clean up the kitchen, and then I’ll download the app and show you,” Brandon suggested.
I smiled at him, and my eyes slid down to his nipples. His nipples were a lovely shade of bright red from all of the attention that I gave them this morning. The tips were bright red, and the skin looked raw. I could feel myself start to harden as I recalled the sound he made when I twisted them and how his body reacted.
“That sounds perfect. After you clean up the kitchen, go to our bathroom and put some lotion on those nips. Your skin looks a little irritated.”
“Okay,” Brandon said as he looked down and playfully tapped his nipples. “If I put syrup on them, would you lick it off?”
I raised my eyebrow at him. He grinned and then collected a little syrup from his plate and smeared it on his nipple. His syrup drenched nipple pulled me out of my chair. I took hold of his non-syrup coated nipple and rolled it between my fingertips as I bent down and sucked the syrup off his nipple. I teased it with my tongue and captured it between my teeth. I kept it between my teeth and pinched his other nipple.
“Mmm,” Brandon moaned and leaned his head back.
