“What if he bolts?” Reese asked, swiping the water out of his face.
Brantley began stripping out of his shorts and T-shirt, dropping them on the floor on the path to the shower. “Then we’ll have somethin’ to do next week.”
Reese grinned, and that damn wicked smile set Brantley’s body aflame. Things had been tense these past couple of days with Toby being there, but it was a good tension. At least compared to the anxiety that Reese had been battling for the days leading up to that. Brantley welcomed it because it allowed for a distraction, one they’d desperately needed.
But right now, he needed a different sort of distraction.
“For this moment,” he told Reese, moving closer, “I don’t care about anyone else but you.”
He stepped into the shower, letting the warm water hit his back as he steered Reese toward the tiled wall. He pinned him there, crushing him beneath the weight of his body as he kissed him slow and deep, exploring his mouth with his tongue, relishing the soft, guttural moans that came from Reese’s throat.
“How long do we have?” Reese asked when they broke apart.
“As long as it takes.” Brantley had no intention of rushing. He’d wanted to get this man alone for days, and now that he had, he was going to spend every second he could getting them both off.
Dragging his lips along Reese’s collarbone, he let his hands wander downward. He brushed his fingertips along the steely length of Reese’s cock, teasing more of those rough groans out of him. The sounds filled the shower as Brantley went to his knees, licking and kissing every inch of Reese’s chest and stomach, working his way to his prize.
When he took Reese’s cock between his lips, he did so while staring up at him, loving how Reese’s head tipped back, his eyes closing. Pleasure contorted his handsome face as he succumbed to the exploration of Brantley’s tongue along his shaft.
“God, that feels good,” Reese rasped, his hand sliding over Brantley’s head, resting there, keeping him close.
Brantley let him guide him as he worked his cock deep in his throat, humming softly just to feel him throb between his lips. He took his time, never rushing because he was not ready for Reese to reach the finish line. Not yet.
When he pulled back, Reese’s eyes snapped open, the light brown glittering with arousal. The man looked good like that.
“Wash me,” Brantley commanded as he got to his feet. “Once I’m clean, I’m gonna take you to the bedroom, bend you over, and fuck you until you’re beggin’ to come.”
A soft gasp escaped Reese, and the glaze in his eyes became more prominent. Brantley smiled. He knew Reese enjoyed when he told him all the wicked, dirty things he was going to do to him. He’d caught on to that a while back, hence the reason he’d started doing it more. Seeing Reese dazed with lust was one of his favorite things.
Brantley should’ve known Reese wouldn’t keep things PG as he ran his soapy hands over every inch of Brantley’s body. By the time he was done, and the water was rinsing all the soap away, Brantley was hanging on by a thread. He had enough presence of mind to turn off the water before grabbing Reese’s wrist and dragging him out of the bathroom. He didn’t bother with towels because it would require too much effort.
He led Reese to the bed, spinning him around so he was facing away. Brantley stepped up behind him, wrapping his arms around his chest, his palms gliding over smooth, slick skin.
“Do you want it slow and gentle?” he whispered near his ear. “Or fast and dirty?”
“Ah, fuck.” Reese leaned back against him. “Do I have to choose?”
“Not at all.” Brantley curled his fingers around Reese’s cock, stroked from root to tip. “I can do this all day if you’d like. I can tease you until you cry.”
Reese chuckled, then cut it off with a groan as he pumped his hips, trying to fuck Brantley’s fist. “I’m sure you can.”
“So what’ll it be, Tavoularis? You want me to torment you, or you want to feel my cock in your ass right now? Buried deep…” He nipped Reese’s shoulder. “Filling you … stretching you.”
“Yes,” Reese hissed.
Brantley laughed. “That still doesn’t answer the question.”
“It’s all I’ve got right now,” he said, panting as he continued to rock into Brantley’s fist.
He slipped two fingers between Reese’s ass cheeks, teasing his hole. “You’re about to have more.”
Reese’s cock twitched in his hand.
“Are you close?” Brantley nipped his shoulder. “Are you gonna come in my hand?”
“You keep doin’ that, yeah.”
“Fine with me.” He began to stroke Reese faster. “I’ll let you come, but I’m still gonna bury my cock in your tight ass.”
