Seemingly content, Tesha turned and strolled out of the room. Brantley heard her huff when she flopped down on the floor just outside the door.
Brantley began to pull his hand away from Reese’s chest but stopped when Reese placed a firm hand over his.
“Please don’t go.”
“This couch ain’t big enough for both of us.”
Reese’s hand moved off his as though Brantley had rejected him outright. He should have, he knew. It would’ve been the smart thing to do. Then again, Brantley’d never been smart when it came to Reese. He’d been all in from the jump, common sense be damned.
“Brantley…?”
He held that familiar stare, felt his heart kick into high gear. Every emotion he’d battled these past months hit him with a vengeance. Pain, anger … but most importantly, longing. He’d missed Reese fiercely, and wondering where he was, who he was with had gutted him on more than one occasion. He no longer had to wonder because Reese was here. Right here.
Reese sat up.
Brantley didn’t move.
Reese touched his face, his fingers sliding along his jaw.
Brantley held his breath.
“If we do this…” Brantley wasn’t even sure what warning he wanted to relay or who exactly he was speaking to.
Reese’s hand slid to the back of his neck, a firm weight that soothed something deep in his soul.
“Jesus fuck,” Brantley rasped roughly, leaning in and pressing his mouth to Reese’s.
For a few seconds, they remained like that, trading air, chests heaving as those emotions began warring once more. Their lips brushed once, twice, then Brantley bit Reese’s bottom lip gently.
“I need you,” Reese whispered.
“I don’t want you toneedme, Reese,” he countered.
“Iloveyou,” Reese clarified, his voice sandpaper rough.
Ah, hell. He was so fucking screwed.
Brantley slammed his mouth over Reese’s, shifted so that he could move over him, forcing him back roughly. He took Reese down to the couch, settled his weight over him, and soaked up the sensation of those calloused hands as they roamed over his naked back while he fucked Reese’s mouth with his tongue and swallowed the deep groans that came from Reese’s chest.
He’d ached for this, for Reese’s hands on him, his mouth. He’d woken up too many times to count, expecting Reese to be at his side so he could slide into him, seek comfort in his arms. He hadn’t been there. And night after night, his hope for Reese to come back had dwindled until it had been replaced with a deep-seated fury.
With Reese here, Brantley couldn’t control himself, grinding his aching cock against Reese’s, dry-humping the man like a goddamn teenager. He’d missed this so fucking much. His breaths sawed in and out of his lungs as he sought the friction that would provide only a fraction of relief. It would be enough, he told himself. It had to be.
“Fuck … Brantley … it’s been too long.”
Brantley lifted his head, stared down at Reese. He held that tormented stare even when he shoved his hand between them, snaked beneath the cotton of Reese’s shorts, and found the hot, hard length of Reese’s cock. Reese did the same, shoving Brantley’s shorts down his hips, gripping his steely erection. Their fists bumped as they jerked each other, a jarring attempt to slake the lust. Desperate for skin-to-skin contact, Brantley batted Reese’s hand away, gripped both their cocks, and stroked, never looking away from Reese.
“When’s the last time you came?”
“When you made me,” Reese drawled roughly.
Brantley knew his eyes were wide with shock. If that admission had come from any other man, he wouldn’t have believed it. But Reese was exactly the type of person who would’ve punished himself by practicing abstinence in the most punishable form because the last time they’d had sex had been before the trip to Dallas.
“Fuck…” Reese hissed. “Brantley … oh, fuck … oh, fuck…”
Brantley jerked their cocks roughly, determined to make Reese come if it was the last goddamn thing he did.
Reese’s hips began to buck, his cock thrusting into Brantley’s fist, gliding against his own dick.
