“And Josh got out.”
“Yeah.”
“Sounds like you were protecting them all. Sounds like you were a kid with a fucked-up father and you did the best you could.”
Bruce raised his head. “You’re forgetting one important part. I liked it. I liked beating up my brother.”
“Who doesn’t? Especially after having a forced vasectomy. I’d be pissed and whaling on anything I could too.” He stepped forward and set his hand on Bruce’s chest. The man flinched, but he didn’t draw back, and in time, he inhaled deep enough that Laddin’s hand could slide across the muscled contours. “I think you’re a pretty amazing guy. But what I think doesn’t make any difference. You’ve got to like whoyouare before anything I say will sink in.” He pressed his lips to Bruce’s hard jaw, then whispered his next words. “You have toloveyourself before my love will make a difference.”
Bruce blew out a long, slow breath. That was good, because Laddin had feared that the guy would run at the first mention of the L-word. Instead, he pressed a tender kiss to Laddin’s mouth. “I’ve hated myself for a really long time, Laddin. I don’t think there’s any love left in there.”
“You sure about that? I mean, we know you love this, right?” Laddin stroked his hand across Bruce’s chest again, using a nail to cut across that hard nipple.
Bruce gasped and his dick twitched where it lay heavy against Laddin’s thigh. “That’s not the same thing, and you know it.”
“I do, but we’ve got to start somewhere, right?” He rolled his hips so that his cock rubbed against Bruce’s, and they gasped together. “Tell me one thing,” he said as he pushed off Bruce’s sweatpants, allowing Bruce’s thick, ruddy cock to thrust up between them. “Tell me that it’s me you want to fuck, and not some random guy you saved from the fairies.”
Bruce caught Laddin’s mouth with his. He gripped Laddin’s shoulder and angled his mouth so that the play between their tongues was fast. It made Laddin’s breath catch and his dick pulse with need. And then Bruce ripped his mouth away.
“It’s you, Laddin,” he said. “It’s definitely you.”
Laddin grinned. “Then let’s clear your head.” He grabbed Bruce’s arm and whipped him hard toward the bed. He couldn’t have done it if Bruce was unwilling, but the guy practically flew onto the mattress. When he finished bouncing, he gripped Laddin’s sweats and jerked them down too. Laddin’s cock leaped forward, wet and so eager it hurt.
But when Laddin went to join Bruce on the bed, Bruce held up his hand. “Stay right there,” he ordered.
Laddin froze. “What? Why?”
“Because I want to show you that it’s you I want. No one else.” Then, while Laddin was still standing there with his heart beating so fast, Bruce climbed off the bed, got down on his knees, and wrapped Laddin’s cock in his big hand.
Pleasure zapped through Laddin’s body, and he hissed at the sensation. Then Bruce put his glorious mouth on Laddin and sucked him right in. He knew what to do. He stroked and squeezed in the right tempo, and he used his tongue to drive the need higher. Laddin lost control of his body as he thrust into Bruce’s mouth. His hips jerked and his belly tightened. And when the moment came, he dove straight into the whiteout, sensation, pleasure, and need colliding until there was nothing but bliss.
Pure, ecstatic bliss.
The first thing Laddin saw when he came back to himself was Bruce, still on his knees, grinning like he’d been given a bonus prize. Laddin blinked because—to be honest—he hadn’t seen a lover look like that. Not after giving so well without receiving anything in return.
“You okay there, Bruce?” Laddin asked, surprised by how breathless he felt.
“I’ve never gotten a guy off before. You looked amazing.”
“I…. That’s because… I mean… it was amazing.Youwere amazing.” He put a hand to his mouth, mortified by his stammer.
Bruce pulled the hand away and they kissed. Bruce’s mouth was hard, and his tongue thrust deep. His cock was there between them, thick and ruddy, and suddenly Laddin wasn’t interested in standing anymore. So he pulled Bruce to the bed.
“Want to learn how to top?”
“Yes.” No hesitation. No restraint.
Laddin grinned. “Good. Because I want to teach you. Stay right there.” Now he was the one doing the ordering as he pulled the condom and lube from his bag. Then he taught Bruce what to do. He explained things as clearly and precisely as he would a new kid in demolitions—only he was the one about to get blown apart.
He lay back on the bed, facing Bruce, and let the man find the angle and the rhythm. He let Bruce see his lust and his need, even as he felt the burn cut through him. Bruce thrust his magnificent cock in so deep that Laddin couldn’t stop squirming, thrusting his own cock uselessly into the air. And he watched in wonder as Bruce’s body flexed above him. Bruce’s chiseled face tightened, and his hard abdominals moved in a glorious display—into Laddin, deeper, harder—while Bruce’s eyes took on a laser focus and his mouth pulled back into a grin.
And Laddin watched while his heart stuttered and his body pulsed.
Raw male power in the act of possession. It was so beautiful, it tore him apart.
He watched, and he was ridden.
And when Bruce finally exploded inside him, Laddin blew apart too. And he fell in love.
