Beyond the Sea (37 page)

“
Jesus. Wish you could see how hot you are fucking yourself. I could come just watching.”

“
Don’t you dare.” Scooping up the spilled lube and loving the way Brian’s belly fluttered at his touch, Troy slathered it over Brian’s cock. Positioning himself over it, he lowered down, the head pushing at his hole. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered.

“
That’s it. You’re so good.” Brian held Troy’s hips, rubbing gently. “That’s it,” he murmured.

When Troy took the head and sank all the way, his breath froze in his lungs, Brian’s grip tight on his hips. His ass burned, but as he adjusted and was able to inhale and exhale, Troy liked the stretch. Scratch that, he
loved
the stretch. There was that incredible feeling of fullness, and the fact that it was Brian inside him made it perfect.

Troy’s thighs flexed as he lifted up and started moving. He moaned, shifting his hips as he found a rhythm. Brian was watching him, rubbing his hands up and down Troy’s flanks, panting softly.

“
Does it feel okay?” Troy asked before he realized that was a pretty stupid question.

But Brian didn’t laugh. “Amazing. You feel so good, sweetheart.”

The unexpected endearment made Troy’s heart stutter, and he leaned down to kiss Brian messily, his hands flat on that furry chest. He rode harder, both of them moaning. “Love having your cock in me,” Troy muttered.

“
Going to give me yours later?” Brian kissed him, his fingers tight in Troy’s hair. “Spread me open and fill me up?”

“
Fuck, yes.
Yes.
” Troy strained, his dick rock hard, the head poking out and glistening. “I need…need…”

Pushing up and toppling him over to his back, Brian shoved Troy’s legs up and thrust inside him again. Crying out, Troy bit his tongue as his back arched. “Yes! Fuck me hard. Hard. Please, please…”

Troy could hear himself muttering amid his long moans, but the words seemed to tumble off his tongue of their own accord. Brian was heavy on top of him, bending him almost in half, ramming his hole. Troy’s cock was caught between them, the hair from Brian’s belly teasing it with each thrust.

Troy had thought his sex life was pretty good before he met Brian. But he’d never experienced anything like this—being fucked with such abandon, open and vulnerable, gripping the railing of the headboard as he was pounded. Sweat slicked their skin, their harsh pants and grunts humid puffs of air between them.

He realized the difference wasn’t just about Brian being a man. Man or woman didn’t matter—it was about trusting Brian with every part of him. It was about being free to finally be himself.

It only took two strokes of Brian’s hand on Troy’s cock for him to release, his orgasm rushing from his balls and dick, curling his toes. He pulsed all over his chest, Brian encouraging every drop he could.

Shuddering, Troy squeezed Brian’s cock, wrapping his legs around his waist. “That’s it. Fuck me hard. Fill me up.”

After a few more stuttering thrusts, Brian gasped, his head thrown back and mouth open as he came buried inside him. He slumped over, panting and kissing the tender skin of Troy’s throat. “Troy,” he murmured. “That… I…”

“
I know.”

There was no sand burrowed into the creases of his body. A thick mattress cushioned his hip where he curled on his side. Yet waves murmured, and Troy was wrapped around him, his exhalations tickling the back of Brian’s neck. Brian’s skin was tight in places, but it was the remnants of sex, not saltwater and too much sun.

It was getting sweaty where they were plastered together. Brian had to piss, and his arm cramped where it was stuck under him, but he didn’t move. Not yet.

Seagulls cried plaintively, and he opened his eyes. Last night he’d barely noticed the house, his focus only on Troy. Troy’s mouth and hands and cock, his ass that was so tight and perfect. Now, Brian looked around the room, painted in a pale blue with white accents and dark brown furniture.

He focused on an object sitting on the nightstand. Reaching out, his fingers closed over the familiar plastic rectangle, the outer shell of the signaling mirror scratched and battered. He swallowed hard over the lump in his throat and placed it safely back on the table.

Through the open French doors and balcony beyond, the sky was the same rich blue, and he imagined the water must be just out of sight. That it was the same ocean that had lapped at Golden Sands was somehow a comfort.

“
Mmm.” Troy stirred, his hard-on nudging Brian’s ass. “Morning.”

“
I keep waiting for those goddamn parrots.”

Laughing softly, Troy pressed a kiss to Brian’s neck. “Only gulls here. Getting hot. I should shut the doors and put the AC back on. I was listening to the ocean last night, trying to sleep. Trying not to think about you.”

“
I’m sorry.”

“
You’re here now. That’s what matters. It was only what, a week and a half? Felt like years.”

Shifting onto his back and giving his arm a shake, Brian kissed Troy’s chin. “I knew after a few days it wasn’t going to work. Trying to go back to my old life. Trying to stop wanting you.”

On his side, Troy drew patterns on Brian’s chest. “Why didn’t you call?”

“
Didn’t have your number. But more than that… I was afraid you’d tell me not to come. That you’d have come to your senses.”

“
Nope. My senses have officially fled.” He rubbed his calf over Brian’s shin, stroking up and down. “Hey, how did you get my address?”

“
Star maps. I bought a PDF online. If you want to drop by and visit Mariah Carey, Michael Keaton, or that prick from
American Idol
, they’re just up the road.”

Troy laughed. “Good to know. I actually have been to Mariah’s place. She has an awesome infinity pool.” His smile faded, his chocolate eyes serious. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“
Me too.” Brian brushed back a stray curl from Troy’s forehead. “What are we going to do?”

Troy circled his finger around Brian’s belly button. “This.”

“
Not that I’m complaining, but…”

“
We don’t have to figure it out this morning. Right?”

Brian released the tension that had crept into his muscles. “Right.”

“
I don’t want to get tripped up with worrying about what it all means and what everyone thinks. Ty said we shouldn’t worry about labels. Gay, straight, bi. Pan. There are all these different categories.”

“
Yeah. I always thought of myself as straight, but I’m not. I’ll have to google what pan and some of the other terms actually mean. All I know is that it makes me feel alive to be with you.”

With a tender expression, Troy caressed Brian’s face. “Me too, Bri. I feel like the real me now. Whatever the hell that means.”

“
Your brother’s right—why should labels matter? The only thing that matters is us.” He motioned between them. “This. Being together. Being happy. As long as I have you, that’s what I care about.”

Nodding, Troy let out a deep breath. “Cool. Oh, and just for the record, we’re exclusive, right?” He grimaced. “I know it’s late to be talking about this when we’ve already fucked again without condoms. But I haven’t been with anyone else, and I don’t want to be.”

“
Me either.” Running his fingers over Troy’s thick dick, he murmured, “Love doing it raw with you. Don’t want anyone else.”

Troy’s smile beamed. “I’d kiss you, but I think I’ve got some epic morning breath going on.”

Brian kissed him anyway, and they didn’t resurface for a few slow, lazy minutes of exploration. He was tempted to roll Troy underneath him and get them off, but they had all day.

As they nuzzled and caressed, Brian asked, “So you told your brother? How’s he doing? He’s in rehab?”

“
Hmm? Yeah, I told him, and he was really awesome about it. He’s doing pretty good. Way better than the last time I saw him in Sydney.”

“
How long’s he in there?”

“
Another couple weeks. It’s a super-intense program. Then he’s going to live with Mom for a few months at least. I know she didn’t do anything to stop my dad, but she’s not going to make that mistake again.”

“
Glad to hear it. I hope Tyson can make it work.”

“
I think me kind of dying helped get his priorities straight.”

“
I would imagine.” Brian ran his thumb over Troy’s full lips and the perfect cleft in his chin. “It’s strange to think about what life would be like if we hadn’t crashed. If that crazy weather hadn’t come out of nowhere, we would have flown to LA and said goodbye. Routine. I barely would have talked to you. Would have gotten mandatory rest and turned around to fly back. Just another job.”

“
I can’t even… Whoa, man. It blows my mind to think about it. Not knowing you? I can’t imagine it.”

Brian threaded their fingers together. “Guess life’s like this. All these untaken roads we never even know about. All because of chance. Or fate, if you believe in that kind of thing.”

Troy smiled softly. “Do you?”

“
I don’t know. Was it fate that Paula died like that? I tend to think it was just shitty luck for her. For you and me… Well, we’ll never know why it happened, but I say we make the most of it.”

Squeezing Brian’s fingers, Troy said, “I second that motion.” With a quick kiss, he added, “Gotta piss.”

In the enormous bathroom, they took turns with Troy’s electric toothbrush. His mouth full of foam, Troy mumbled, “Isn’t toothpaste the
best
?”

Laughing, Brian kissed him again, a minty mess. They managed to get into the shower, a glass-doored stall with enough room for both of them and powerful jets of water coming out of the walls as well as the rainfall shower head.

Brian sighed. “Hot water. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of being able to shower again.”

Troy held up a green bar of soap. “Irish Spring, like my dad always used.” He lathered his hands vigorously. “Soap is amazing. Whoever invented it was a genius.”

“
Absolutely.”

With foamy hands, Troy scrubbed Brian’s body. Brian closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

“
I watched gay porn the other night,” Troy blurted.

Suitably intrigued, Brian opened his eyes, his pulse kicking up. “How was it?”

“
At first, it was a little weird, I guess. But dude, it was hot. The guys were really into it.” He blushed furiously and lowered his voice, as if someone could overhear. “When I imagined it was you, I got so hard.”

“
Yeah?” Brian reached down and fondled Troy’s cock lightly. “Did you touch yourself? Did you get off on it?”

Nodding, Troy rocked his hips as Brian started stroking.

“
What did they do?”

Lips parted, Troy breathed more heavily now in the steamy enclosure. “Blow jobs first. Then the one guy licked the other one’s ass. Spread him open and spit on his hole. It turned me on.” His soapy fingers found the crease of Brian’s ass, rubbing. “Has anyone ever rimmed you?”

Arousal zipped over Brian’s skin, making his head a little light in the hot steam. “No. You?”

“
This girl I met on tour did it. Felt good.” He bit his lip. “Can I lick your ass?”

Brian still had Troy’s swelling cock in his hand, and he stroked harder. “I assume this is some kind of diabolical trick question.”

A grin lighting up his beautiful face, Troy laughed, and Brian thought his heart might burst. Troy kissed him deeply as his fingers played with Brian’s hole. Then he turned Brian to face the wall and dropped to his knees.

And good
God
, then he licked Brian’s ass.

His hands planted on the slick tiles, Brian stood leaning with his legs spread and Troy’s face buried in his crack. The press of his tongue at Brian’s hole, slick yet textured, had Brian’s dick leaking. The shower jets in the wall sprayed forcefully, stimulating his cock and balls. His whole body simmered, rising to a boil.

Troy’s hands were on Brian’s ass cheeks, spreading them wide. His nose bumped as he licked and sucked and poked his tongue into Brian’s hole. A constant stream of little sounds escaped Brian’s lips—groans, gasps, and high-pitched noises he’d be embarrassed to make in front of anyone else.

But this was Troy. The person who’d held him while he finally cried the tears he couldn’t after Wisconsin. The person who’d pissed on his leg to take away his hurt. The person he’d huddled and been hungry with. The person he loved more than he knew was possible.

He came with Troy’s hand on his balls and tongue in his ass. Then they switched places, and Brian spit onto Troy’s asshole, tasting inside him and wanting more as Troy moaned so perfectly.

Chance may have put them on this road, but Brian was going to drive every inch of it.