Right as I opened my mouth to voice my displeasure, Brandon reached between our bodies and eased his softening dick out of my body. My brain didn’t have time to register the emptiness before his fingers filled me. “We’re not there yet, but eventually, I want to do this and shove my cum back inside of you as it slips out.” He kissed his way down my body then licked my dick like a fucking popsicle. “You were a good boy, Matty.”
With that, he took the entire length of my cock in his mouth. My brain shorted out as he fingered my ass while I fucked his mouth. In no time at all, my back arched off the bed and I bit down on my fist to muffle the scream I wanted to let free. Brandon kept sucking until I felt like every nerve ending in my body was exposed and raw.
Whatever happened, I couldn’t fuck this up. It wasn’t every day you realized you’d spent your entire life with the man who could break you apart and then put your pieces back together. I wasn’t a religious man by any means, and it was probably sacrilegious as fuck, but as Brandon rubbed my back and I started to fall asleep, I said a little prayer that someone out there would keep me from ruining the good thing that had fallen into my lap.
8
Brandon
“So, how do you want to handle this?” Matt asked before we’d even made it twenty miles down the road. Break had been much more entertaining after Christmas. Matt and I spent almost every night together, and he’d gone out to dinner with my family for New Year’s Eve. I would have punched my brother for making gagging noises when Matt and I shared our first kiss of the new year, but I had to admit we were sickeningly sweet.
“Handle what?”
Matt glared at me as I pretended I had no clue what he was talking about. The rest of winter break went easier than I expected. When we told my family and Kim that were together on Christmas, no one was surprised. As it turned out, we were the last to realize we were more than friends.
“Don't play stupid, Bran. It's not your style,” Matt scoffed.
The truth was, I wasn't looking forward to being back in the suite. If I thought our families was merciless about teasing us about being oblivious for so long, I couldn’t even imagine what the guys we lived with would have to say. We’d spent the entire first semester trying to make them believe we weren’t a couple, and now I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to keep my hands off of Matt when the guys were around. And let’s face it, if I enforced the rules we’d come up with, eventually someone was going to ask questions. As much as I hated words like normal and weird, itwasweird for one friend to dictate what another ate (because Matt would live off Cap’n Crunch if I let him), how much TV he watched (because who needed cartoons blaring at every hour of the day and night?) or checked up on his brand new assignment notebook (because I would lose my shit if I had to put up with another end-of-semester freak out when Matt realized he was going to fail if he didn’t get his assignments turned in).
“Do we have tohandle itat all?” The sharp hiss of breath beside me was all the warning I got that I’d said the wrong thing.
“You want to keep the fact we’re together a secret? How’s that even supposed to work?” I didn't miss the hurt expression on Matt's face.
“No, that's not it at all.” If I had wanted to keep things under wraps, I had known Matt long enough I would never ask that of him. As much as it would have killed me, I would have listened to him talk about the guy he’d eventually meet who could be open. But he didn’t need to find that guy; he already had me. He had been out and proud for as long as I could remember, and even I couldn’t shut him back in the closet. “I just don't see why we need to make a big deal of it. I say we just go back and keep on like we were before winter break.”
“Except now I get to drag you into the bedroom when I'm horny, instead of sneaking away to jerk off before you finish putting away dinner?” The smile was back on Matt’s face and he nearly bounced in the seat. I cocked my head to the side and his eyes widened as if he’d just realized he had ratted himself out.
Lucky for him, I wasn’t stupid. You could only walk into the room so many times to the scent of cum and Matt’s ragged breathing before figuring out why he was always in a hurry to leave the table.
I made a mental note to add a new rule to the list: no leaving the table without asking permission. That was for his benefit because what sort of Daddy would I be if I let him wander off when I knew he’d break the ‘no masturbating without permission’ rule.
I chuckled, watching Matt out of the corner of my eye, letting him sweat a bit. Sure, I could have told him I already knew, but I wanted to hear himtell mewhat he got up to when he had the room to himself. “Did you really sneak back to our room to jerk off instead of helping me clean up?”
Matt's cheeks burned bright. He nodded, offering me a shy smile. I placed a hand on his knee. As I started rubbing his thigh, Matt’s legs fell open. Too bad for him, his punishment would be a raging case of blue balls by the time we pulled up in front of Talbert Hall.
“So, all those times swore you needed to get back to your homework?”
Matt held up his hands and shrugged. “Not atotallie.”
“But not the complete truth, either?”
“Mostlynot a lie,” he amended. “You know, I’m not a genius like you are. Some of us actually have to study to get good grades. And even then, good is a totally subjective term. I’ll be happy with my straight-C average.”
“I study,” I argued. “And quit trying to change the subject. You were totally bullshitting me because you knew I would never make you help me when you had work to do.”
Matt simply shrugged. “Maybe. But it worked.”
“We’ll see how much it’s working once we’re back and you’re doing dishes by hand every night,” I warned him. Yes, that sounded like a good way to keep an eye on him. And,ifhe finished his chores andifhis homework was done, he might even be able to earn a reward.
“You really mean that, don’t you?” Matt slumped back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. He still hadn't realized I was immune to his pouting. “If you plan on punishing me when it's not just the two of us, we definitely need to talk to the guys.”
I gave his knee a quick squeeze. “Babe, we don't have to make any big announcements. Besides, if we say something now, you know damn well they're all going to give us a hard time and insist we’ve been lying to them all fall.”
Matt's face broke out in a dopey grin and he placed his hand over mine. “I like it when you call me that.”
“What?” I glanced at the GPS. We’d been rerouted due to an accident on the interstate and I wasn’t familiar with the roads around here.
“Babe.” He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed the backs of my fingers. “I never took you for the cutesy nicknames type.”
