He backed up until the back of his legs hit the bed. Slowly, he sat down, then leaned back with Stephen still on top of him. His hands roamed over his lover’s back and down to his ass, sandwiching their erections between them. He groaned deeply, loving the weight of Stephen’s body on top of him. Stephen pulled away from their kiss and sat up. He looked down and smiled at Brenden mischievously. He reached down to the hem of his sweater and pulled it off. Brenden reached up and caressed his lover’s soft skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight shining in the room.
“You’re so beautiful,” Brenden whispered, cupping the back of his head, bringing him down for another kiss.
“Men aren’t beautiful,” Stephen said, pulling back from their kiss and looking into his eyes.
“Well, you are.” He caressed the back of Stephen’s neck and noticed the pensive expression that crossed Stephen’s face. “I don’t know what we are doing or where we go from here. But no matter how hard I try I can’t stay away from you. I’m tired of fighting what I’m feeling for you.”
“Me too,” Stephen whispered.
Brenden rolled them over and positioned his body between Stephen’s legs. He was all talked out. Connecting their lips together once again, Stephen unbuttoned his shirt seeming to get the message. They wrangled it off throwing it across the room not caring where it landed. Usually, Brenden wanted to take his time, but he wanted to be inside of Stephen, feeling his wall’s tightening around him as they both came. He reached between them tracing the edge of Stephen’s waistline.
Stephen slipped his hand down the back of the opening of Brenden’s jeans, grabbing his ass. Brenden shivered when one of Stephen's fingers grazed his hole. He separated their lips, putting their foreheads together, grinding their covered cocks together. Stephen didn’t remove his finger, he continued to rub Brenden’s quivering hole. His hips stuttered when nails scrapped down the middle of his back.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
Brenden went to his knees causing Stephen to remove his finger from his ass to his disappointment. Brenden lay down beside him and unbuttoned his jeans taking them off, and threw them on the floor. Stephen eagerly followed taking off his sweatpants that also joined Brenden’s jeans on the floor.
“Where’s the lube?” he asked going back to his knees and between Stephen’s open legs.
“The drawer to your left,” Stephen answered stroking his erection.
Brenden reached over, pulling out the drawer halfway and didn’t have to search too long. There was also an unopened pack of condoms. Brenden took out both things, handing the lube to Stephen.
“Get yourself ready for me,” Brenden instructed. Eagerly, Stephen got to his hands and knees. He leaned back a bit just to admire his lover’s ass. His cock was ready and leaking. He grabbed the pert globes separating them just as Stephen inserted two lubed fingers arching his back hissing. Brenden rubbed Stephen’s lower back encouraging and instructing him. “Fuck, you’re hot.” His mouth watered at the beautiful sight in front of him. “Yeah, that’s it, add another finger.” He reached between Stephen’s legs and fondled his balls.
“Brenden, please,” Stephen begged.
“Not yet, baby,” Brenden whispered in his ear, then peppered gentle kisses on the side of his neck and nibbled on his shoulder. He reached around with his other hand and jerked Stephen’s hot, hard cock a few times pulling a whimpering need from his lips. His hips moved in tandem with Brenden’s hand as he fucked his own fingers. He wanted his lover begging with unbridled need and thirst that only his cock could quench. “Are you close, baby?” Stephen nodded his head. He chuckled, if he could answer that meant he wasn’t close enough. Brenden rubbed his thumb over the mushroom head of Stephen’s weeping cock. He loved the scent of his lover’s aroused skin.
Stephen was whimpering and moaning, and Brenden knew he was ready. Reaching back, he grabbed the box of condoms to prepare himself. He kept touching his lover as he rolled the condom onto his cock. Reaching for the lube, he squirted enough to coat on his dick. Gripping the base, he positioned the head to Stephen’s stretched hole and slowly moved his lover’s fingers out of the way, replacing them with his cock. They both groaned, Brenden feeling the tight, snug walls of his lover surrounding him.
Brenden didn’t move, but he damn sure wanted to. He waited for Stephen to give him permission to move. Grabbing his lover’s hips, he pulled back slowly before pushing in. Stephen moaned, “Bren…”
Brenden groaned deep in his chest, it sounded like a growl. “Fuck, baby, your ass feels so damn good.”
Stephen reached back with one hand, digging his nails into Brenden’s leg, pulling him deeper inside of him. “Shit, oh God,” his lover babbled, putting a smile on his face as the movements of his hips picked up speed. He was met thrust for thrust. He felt as if he was in heaven and losing his mind at the same time. Stephen lowered his chest to the bed and pushed his hips up. He moaned into the bed when Brenden’s cock rubbed over his prostate. “Oh God, Brenden… shit, fuck…”
Brenden wasn’t doing so great himself. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth. His balls tightened, and he knew he was about to come. “Jerk your cock for me, baby,” Brenden told Stephen, whose walls were squeezing the hell out of his cock. He couldn’t hold back his orgasm. He felt the explosion burst deep inside of him before it came gushing out of him as he called out his lover’s name.
“Brenden!” Stephen yelled into the sheets as he came soon after him.
Their heavy breathing echoed in the room. Brenden wrapped an arm around Stephen’s waist as they fell on their side with him still nestled inside of him. Brenden waited for their breathing to calm down and for his cock to soften. He peppered kisses on Stephen’s shoulder and pulled him close. He could get used to this again, having Stephen in his arms as they fall asleep.
** ** ** ** **
Stephen woke the next morning and immediately knew something was different. He peered his eyes open and was about to move when strong arms tightened around his waist, pulling him back against the warm body.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Brenden asked sleepily. His voice deep and vibrated on Stephen’s skin.
Stephen chuckled, “I would love to stay in bed…”
“Then, why don’t we?” Brenden asked, rolling him over on his back and snuggling into his neck.
Stephen hummed, “We can’t.” He rolled over picking up his cell and looking at the time, seeing it was just after seven. “In about ten minutes our son will be in here to wake me if he didn’t wake up my dad instead.”
“Shit, I forgot about him,” Brenden said lifting his head. “Do you want me to go?”
“No,” he answered honestly. “I think it’s time we tell him who you are.”
