Maybe for him there wasn’t.
My nuts were going to pop if I didn’t drain them soon.
Nope.
I lied.
I couldn’t wait.
I traced a finger over his eyebrows, biting back a chuckle when his nose scrunched up and he tried batting my hand away from his face. I didn’t want to wake him, but I wanted him to be awake. I couldn’t suck him off while he was sleeping.
Or could I?
I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t think of a much better way to wake up than with someone’s lips wrapped around my dick. Okay, so maybe with Brandon’s dick pressing against my hole so I awoke just as he stretched me, but I wasn’t sure we had reached the point of sleepy sex just yet. We could save that for after we’d had totally awake sex.
Mom had an old analog clock in the on a bookcase in the other room. Until now, theclick-click-clickof the seconds passing had been comforting. It was strange, but that rhythmic noise was one I associated with home. This morning, that clock was taunting me. It sounded slower than ever.
I couldn’t even reach for my phone and play games until a more respectable hour because Brandon’s body was draped over mine. Our bodies were sweaty from staying that way all night, almost like both of us were scared to let go in case we woke up and found it had all been a dream.
Brandon turned his head, took a deep whiff of my pit and let out a contented sigh as his body relaxed. That was way hotter than it should have been. I kinda liked knowing even the disgusting stench of my sleep sweat comforted him.
His hand slipped between my thighs. I spread my legs wider, curious to see how this was going to play out. I bit down on my fist to keep from groaning as his fingertips ghosted over my sensitive flesh. Just a little higher and—
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered when his hand pushed past the leg of my boxers. A huff of laughter hit my chest as Brandon curled his fingers around my shaft. I bit down on my lip and groaned as he slowly stroked me. “I swear to everything holy, if you stop, I’m going to…”
“You’re going to what?” Brandon chuckled. He turned his head and started sucking and biting his way across my chest. And still, he kept up with the languid tugs on my cock. He rested his free arm on my chest as he looked up at me. “Tell me, Matt. What would you do if I stopped right now?”
“I—I’d…fuck! I don’t know,” I cried out. “I can’t think when you’re doing that to me.”
“Oh, well maybe Ishouldstop then,” he teased. I clamped my hand around his wrist when he tried pulling his hand out of my boxers.
“Theonlyacceptable reason for you to move that hand is if you agree that this would be easier if we were both naked,” I warned him. “Otherwise, once I go into the bathroom and bust a nut, I’m going to figure out a suitable way to torture you.”
Brandon scooted higher so his mouth was close enough to mine I could kiss him if I sat up just a teensy bit. But I wouldn’t because he’d been weird yesterday about his morning breath. Eventually, I’d make him see that I fucking loved kissing a guy as soon as we both woke up. Or before. Ya know, I wasn’t terribly picky about when I played tonsil hockey.
He dragged his thumb over my lips. The corner of his mouth turned up into a crooked smile, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what he was about to say. The jerk had a bit of a mean streak to him sometimes. “And what would you do if I told you I didn’t want you coming unless I say it’s okay?”
“I’d probably call you a bastard,” I admitted. Only I wouldn’t mean it becausefuckdid that sound hot. Before I knew it, Brandon was going to accidentally kill me if he kept teasing about shit I’d fantasized about.
“But would you jerk off without permission?” He traced his fingers along the inside of my hip again. “Tell me, Matty. If I said you weren’t allowed, would you suffer for me? Would it turn you on even more to know you were pleasing me?”
“Fuck, you can’t say that shit. You know how pathetic it’s going to be when I come just from you talking dirty?” I looped my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. “And for the record, once you get me off, I’mreallygoing to be offended that I never knew you had such a filthy mouth.”
As if he was trying to prove just how dirty his mouth could be, Brandon crashed his lips against mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. With every thrust of his tongue, I felt like he was claiming me. Without pulling away, Brandon shifted so his body was on top of mine and started grinding our cocks together.
“I like knowing I can turn you on so easily,” Brandon panted when we broke the kiss long enough to fill our lungs with oxygen again. “And I’ll do it even more now that I know what it does to you.”
“Everything you do gets me like this,” I admitted. “Fuck, Brandon. I’m not going to last long.”
“That’s…okay…” His rhythm faltered as he kissed me again. He flipped us over so that he was under me. “Show me how you’d ride me. Pretend my dick’s filling you.”
My back arched when Brandon slipped a finger past the waistband of my boxers. “I can’t wait to get in here, Matt. It’s gonna feel good for both of us.”
“Want that,” I pleaded. “Please, fuck me. It’s not like you’d be taking my virginity.”
“Oh, believe me, I know.” He sounded almost bitter that he knew all about the night I snuck away with Jimmy McCabe. Of course, I’d told him all about it; he was my best friend. But then I remembered when he’d done the same and how my gut churned with jealousy.
Yeah, probably shouldn’t be thinking about that shit right now.
