Reese was in the shower, head tilted back as water rained down on him, over his broad shoulders, his muscular chest, down the ridges of his abdomen, farther to caress his semi-hard cock, and then down his long,longlegs.
Brantley didn’t hesitate for a second. He continued striding toward him, heading right for the shower. He managed to get his shirt over his head, tossed it to the floor. And then he was walking into the shower, not caring that he still had his shorts on. He was on a mission, one that involved getting close to the naked man in his shower.
Reese’s head tilted up, his eyes opening as Brantley approached.
Brantley closed the distance between them, intending to press his body to Reese’s, but stopped short, his gaze finding the scar on his chest, the one from the bullet that could’ve ended his existence. For some reason, seeing it in the bright light of day made what happened to Reese all too real. Since the day RT had called to tell him Reese was in the hospital, Brantley’s mind had grazed right past the reason for him being there. He’d been too focused on what went wrong between them and the fact that Reese hadn’t come back to fully process the fact that he’d nearly lost the man.
He stared as he reached up and grazed his fingertip over the healed wound that would forever remain as a reminder that someone had nearly taken Reese from Brantley. As pissed as he’d been that Reese hadn’t come back, Brantley’d never let himself think what his life would’ve been like if Reese had been gone forever.
His chest swelled as a foreign emotion filled it. He swallowed the lump in his throat, lifted his gaze to Reese’s.
“I’m here, Brantley,” Reese said softly, as though knowing exactly what he was thinking.
Brantley nodded, holding his gaze as Reese pressed his hand to Brantley’s, securing it over his heart.
“I could’ve lost you.”
“But you didn’t. I’m here,” he repeated, his voice rougher than before.
Brantley leaned forward, pressed his chest to Reese’s, and then pushed him back until he was against the tile wall.
“I’ve missed this,” he admitted, cupping Reese’s head as he sealed their lips.
Reese’s soft grunt was encouragement, the hard hands that gripped his back were promise.
Brantley had spent months dreaming about this moment, about getting Reese right here again. This shower held some of his best memories with Reese, and whenever he was in here, he’d thought about each and every one of them. It was the reason he’d taken to showering in the guest bath.
But here they were again.
“I’ve missedyou,” Reese mumbled when Brantley pulled back.
Brantley growled softly, then grabbed Reese roughly, slamming his mouth down. This time he kissed him with every ounce of pent-up passion he’d collected over the past six months. He let Reese feel his need and his fury as he plundered his mouth, groped every inch he could reach. And when his hands made it to Reese’s ass, he gripped firmly, pulling his cheeks apart, letting Reese know his intention.
“God, yes,” Reese moaned, grinding his hips forward, their cocks bumping in their haste. “Touch me, Brantley, and don’t ever stop.”
“I’m gonna do more than touch,” he rasped against Reese’s mouth.
“Please…”
Before he could process what he was doing, Brantley spun Reese around, pinned him to the shower wall with his chest to his back. He didn’t speak, wasn’t even sure he could. The only thing he managed was to shove his shorts down to his ankles and kick them out of the way as he guided his cock between the tight, firm globes of Reese’s ass. His brain wasn’t functioning, or he would’ve reached for the lube sitting on the ledge. Instead, he pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring.
“Oh, fuck,” Brantley hissed, overwhelmed by the pleasure he’d been missing all these months.
Reese was breathing heavily, thrusting his hips back, attempting to take more of Brantley. The water and his pre-cum provided enough lubricant for Brantley to sink in deep, his hips cradled against Reese’s ass. He remained like that for several heartbeats as he mentally pulled himself back from the edge. He was dangerously close to coming, and he hadn’t even moved yet.
“Don’t stop,” Reese pleaded, his hand gripping Brantley’s thigh. “Please, don’t stop.”
Brantley pulled his hips back, thrust them forward.
A strangled groan escaped, but he wasn’t sure who it belonged to. Him. Reese. Both.
It didn’t matter because the tight clasp of Reese’s body was the only thing he could focus on. He drove into him repeatedly, his skin tingling as pleasure consumed him. He reached around, cupped Reese’s throat, and pulled his head back, forcing him to arch his back so Brantley could continue to pound inside him. He fucked him hard, deep, every thrust jarring Reese’s body.
“You hurt me, Reese,” he bit out, fucking him harder.
“I know.”
“You won’t fucking do it again.”
