Reese remained where he was when Brantley stopped, framed by the doorjamb of their bedroom.
“Fuck me,” Brantley rasped softly, his blue-gray eyes heating instantly.
To say Reese was nervous and anxious would be an understatement, but he didn’t stop stroking himself, willing Brantley to join him on their bed.
“My, my, Mr. Tavoularis. I do believe you’ve been a naughty boy.”
Reese groaned. Leave it to Brantley to tease him.
“I have to say, I’d much rather do this than go to the bar for drinks.”
Reese grinned. “We promised we’d go.”
“Yeah, well. What awaits me on that bed is worth breaking every promise I’ve ever made.”
The man knew exactly what to say to fortify his nerves. Reese was making it a point to step out of his comfort zone from time to time. He figured it was only fair since Brantley was doing the same. And since Brantley was usually the one coming up with the sexual innuendo or brazenly instigating their passionate moments, Reese thought he would contribute, too.
So here he was, naked on their bed, his cock in his hand. He fought the gasps that filled his chest as he stroked himself, eager for Brantley to come closer.
When he stepped into the room, Brantley paused to close the door, then proceeded to admire Reese from all angles, walking around the bed on all three sides, his gaze lingering on Reese’s iron-hard dick. Oh, man. Those eyes. They saw so much more than Reese ever intended for Brantley to see. They were so expressive, relaying Brantley’s emotions even when he probably didn’t intend for them to.
“At this rate, I might come without you,” he told Brantley, his voice a husky whisper thanks to the lust constricting his vocal cords.
“Trust me, I won’t let that happen.”
Brantley pushed the waistband of his shorts down and wrapped his fist around his cock, allowing only the swollen head to peek out. Reese’s gaze locked in on the sight. It was a tease; one Brantley knew he thoroughly enjoyed because he’d busted Reese watching him in the shower once or twice as he jacked off.
“Did you get lube?” Brantley asked, pushing his shorts down a little more, giving Reese a view of his thick, veiny shaft.
Reese picked up the small bottle that was beside him on the bed. He dropped it back down. At the moment, he didn’t have enough brain power to focus on anything other than the exquisite tug and pull on his cock and Brantley mirroring his movements.
“You want this?” Brantley offered, angling his dick toward Reese.
“Yes.”
Brantley stepped forward, slowly approaching while Reese’s heartbeat throbbed in his shaft.
Reese released his cock, intending to meet Brantley halfway, but Brantley stopped him with a subtle shake of his head.
“Keep strokin’ it.”
Reese gasped, gripping his dick again and tugging on it. He really would come if Brantley kept this up. He was so fucking hard, so turned on. Any second, his trigger was going to flip, and he would come.
Brantley grabbed Reese’s ankles and pulled him to the end of the bed. Reese’s cardiovascular system shot into hyperdrive. He didn’t know why he found it so fucking hot when Brantley manhandled him, but fuck, he loved it.
“Keep strokin’,” Brantley snapped.
Reese focused, continuing to jerk himself while Brantley leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his knee as he reached for the lube.
“Brantley…” he gasped.
“I won’t make you wait. I promise.”
Reese slowed himself down, caressing his cock versus tugging, trying to hold himself back. It wasn’t easy when the man he loved was standing there, shirtless and so damn sexy it made Reese’s mouth water.
Brantley pushed Reese’s right knee back. “Hold it.”
Using his left hand to stroke, Reese freed his right hand so he could curl his fingers behind his knee and hold his leg back, opening himself to Brantley.
