Bound by Lies (24 page)

Brayden tries not to think about it. Enrique has been known to flake out on plans, so it might not happen anyway. Maybe it’s just something Enrique told Andre in passing and never meant to actually do. And besides, Brayden has more pressing things on his mind, like how hard Jenner is making him. Fingers tweak his sore nipple and he breathes out a choked laugh because it hurts but in a really, really good way. Instinctively, his hand goes to his fly, impatiently undoing the button, pulling at the denim to give his aching cock some room.

With a grunt, taking over, Jenner swats Brayden’s hand out of the way and shoves his own down inside Brayden’s underwear instead. Brayden tenses at first at the sudden foreign contact but then relaxes into it as Jenner bites down on his throbbing nipple.

“God, you’re so fucking hard,” Jenner moans. On the walk over, Brayden had worried that people would be able to tell just by looking at him that he was aroused. Maybe, somehow, they would be able to tell that he’d been wearing nipple clamps of all things, and that he was on his way to Jenner Parrish’s apartment to fuck around. Hearing Jenner call him on the stiffness of his dick makes Brayden feel slightly guilty. Nonsensically, he worries that Jenner will throw open one of the windows and shout down to the pedestrians below, ‘Hey everybody, Brayden Clare really gets off on sore nipples!’

Jenner straightens up, letting go of Brayden just long enough to get his pants opened too. Pulling out his cock, Jenner flattens Brayden to the wall, coming right up against him and taking both of their dicks in hand, squeezing them together. Brayden’s mouth falls open and he thrusts, shuddering, against the silky hardness of Jenner’s cock.

“You did it, didn’t you? You used the clips like I asked. Your nipples are so hot and sensitive. The blood is right there, beating under the skin. I can taste it. Makes me want to tie you to the bed again and fucking dry hump them.”

Brayden chuckles dizzily at the mental picture of that. His dick pulses precome in Jenner’s fist. “Kinky.”

“You fucking want it, don’t you? You want me to come all over your chest and lick it clean.”

Grunting, gasping, wishing there were curtains or maybe a secret underground tunnel linking their living spaces and allowing covert travel back and forth, Brayden tilts his chin up, pulling Jenner down into a kiss. “Fuck me,” he begs, wanton and horny. “Fuck me, Master.”

Jenner’s eyes flash dangerously. He gets very still, very fast and, after a pause, seems to make a decision. Digging something from his back pocket, he rips open a condom wrapper with his teeth and spits out the piece of foil. Brayden exhales his relief.

But then Jenner rolls the condom on
Brayden
.

“What are you…?”

Jenner sinks to his knees in front of Brayden. Opening his mouth wide, pushing his tongue forward, he swallows Brayden’s cock.

“Dammit,” Brayden hisses, holding Jenner’s head in both hands, bucking into the wet heat of his mouth, even as disappointment threatens to engulf him. Like a creeping itch, his nerves start to jangle and clang. It feels wrong. Since he’s not held down or bound, his instinct is to deny the pleasure Jenner is giving him. Part of him wants to push Jenner off and run. But then Jenner does something with his tongue that makes Brayden double over nearly in half, curling around him, still holding on as Jenner’s head bobs and sucks. The word stop is right there, ready to be spoken.

It dies in his throat, strangled out as Jenner grabs him by the balls and tugs so hard that it feels like he’s trying to pull Brayden’s testicles like overripe grapes.

“Ahh, fuck! Dammit!” Brayden tries to find the air and he can’t and Jenner still sucks him, taking him all the way into his throat. It drives Brayden to buck and fuck Jenner’s mouth, the needs of his dick totally disconnected from the instruction of his brain. The ache that exploded in his balls blooms, burns and slowly fades, thumping with his heartbeat.

Jenner gently rolls Brayden’s sac in his palm, soothingly. After a minute or two, Brayden is able to straighten up, leaning back against the wall again, panting and riding Jenner’s mouth, with slight pushes. One of Jenner’s hands cups Brayden’s ass possessively, and he’s close,
so
close. Black flowers blossom and spread across Brayden’s vision. His head falls back. His moan, long and low, reverberates in the open space of the empty apartment.

Right on the edge, he plunges over just as Jenner twists the tip of his middle finger up through Brayden’s pucker, breaching him as he comes. Unloading into the condom with a grunting cry, Brayden chases in, in, in over Jenner’s tongue, caressing his hollowed cheeks.

Brayden is only dimly aware of Jenner stripping off the condom and wiping him clean with a towel. An inner battle begins to clash in his head. He has to make his own choice, and now. Jenner pulls Brayden’s underwear up to cover him and that’s it. That’s all Jenner is going to give, so Brayden decides.

Feeling intensely self-conscious about it, he palms Jenner’s dick and gives it an experimental squeeze. “Bray,” Jenner sighs, sounding like he’s talking to an impertinent child. He grabs for Brayden’s wrist, pulling his hand away.

“Let me,” Brayden asks.

“No.”

“Why not? Is it against the rules?”

Before he can chicken out, Brayden goes to his knees. Circling his fingers around the root of Jenner’s erection, Brayden licks over the head, tasting the salty tang of precome.

“Condom… Bray…” Jenner gasps, but it’s a losing battle. He says the words like a man who has lost his grip on language entirely as Brayden takes a few long licks up the underside of Jenner’s shaft, up over the head, across the weeping slit. “Jesus fuck…”

Wrapping his lips around the head of Jenner’s dick, Brayden sucks. The condom is forgotten. Jenner is tense at first, but then he thrusts into Brayden’s mouth like he’s fighting not to. Brayden gags a little. Jenner pulls back, far enough that only the head is between Brayden’s stretched lips, then pushes right back in, but more slowly, more shallowly.

“You’re killing me,” Jenner groans. “Fuck…”

Brayden smiles a little and his chuckle of pride vibrates through the cock sliding bare on his tongue.

It’s hesitant and very obviously the first blowjob Brayden has ever given, but, knowing that, it only makes it better for Jenner because it feels like he’s defiling Brayden’s purity again. That’s a turn-on he can’t even pretend to deny.

Jenner stares down his body at the sight of Brayden on his knees, holding Jenner’s dick, trying to suck on it and take each thrust without choking—his eyes watering, breathing through his nose, nostrils flaring. Jenner runs the pad of his thumb over Brayden’s stretched-out lips, wet with saliva, and cups his jaw. It’s perfect. It’s better than he ever dreamed, and Brayden gave him this freely, without orders or expectations, which is the best part.

But then something surprising happens. As Jenner is lost to everything but the wrap of Brayden’s tongue around his cock, the kiss of his lips around the shaft, the wet slide and push, he feels Brayden’s fingers pulling Jenner’s boxers and pants down farther, down to mid-thigh. Then both of Brayden’s hands cup Jenner’s bare ass. They grope him, kneading the muscle. Exploring further, Brayden traces down the crease of Jenner’s ass.

Jenner growls, grabbing his lover’s head with one hand, squeezing up the exposed part of his shaft to hurry things along with the other, but Brayden’s hand shifts again. He folds it around Jenner’s balls, fondling, tickling, and pulling gently.

Jenner closes his eyes and feels everything, every touch, as his climax creeps up on him, ready to explode into Brayden’s willing mouth. It occurs to him that he should pull out before that happens, but then even that bit of rationality dissolves as Brayden’s exploring fingers quest even farther, touching back behind Jenner’s testicles, over the smooth patch of skin there, rubbing over it firmly enough to elicit a gasping cry.

Jenner goes still, defeating momentarily the need to rut and fuck as Brayden traces his asshole, marveling at Brayden’s brazenness. The pad of Brayden’s fingertip comes to rest at the center of the ring of muscle after making small circles around the spot. A sound escapes Jenner’s lips—half gasp, half protest—but it’s formless, incomprehensible and Brayden presses harder. Jenner pulls out and squeezes rapidly up his shaft, knees going weak as white fire explodes behind his cock and he comes. Coaxing Brayden’s jaw open, Jenner comes on his tongue, his lips. Rasping out a breathless cry as Brayden buries a fingertip shallowly inside him, Jenner clenches around it.

“I can’t… can’t believe you.… The audacity.… You little slut. Stand. Stand up,” Jenner gasps. Trying to recover, he pulls Brayden to his feet, turning him toward the wall.

The fire of Jenner’s astonishment seems to only feed Brayden’s confidence. With a cocky little smirk, he plants his hands on the wall as Jenner pushes at the center of his back with a deliberate hand, bending him over. Jenner grips Brayden’s pelvis and draws it back.

“You,” Jenner rasps, spanking the side of Brayden’s bare ass with an open hand, delivering a hard slap, making the flesh jiggle. “Will ask.” Another strike, even harder, making Brayden gasp. “Permission.” Each slap punctuates the words, hard and sharp. “To touch me there.”

The last blow is the hardest of all. Brayden yelps, hanging his head, hiding his face. Jenner steps closer, holding him in the position but breathing over the back of his neck, putting his bare flesh flush to Brayden’s exposed skin, rubbing up against Brayden’s flushed, spanked ass. Brayden is like a statue, waiting, braced for more. That’s good. Jenner knows he needs to encourage that obedience and respect. He needs to stop letting things casually slide by. He should have been able to stop Brayden before things went that far, but libido had recklessly overridden sense.

“Yes, Master. I’m, ’m sorry….”

Another hard slap. After a pause, it’s followed by five more.

Brayden gasps, then swallows the sound, pressing into the touch as Jenner roughly kneads Brayden’s enflamed right buttock.

“That’s for not asking permission to suck me, and doing so without protection.”

“Sorry, Sir. Sorry.”

Jenner drags opened-mouth kisses up the back of Brayden’s neck, around to his jaw, and Brayden moans.

Somehow, they compose themselves. Brayden washes his face and hands at the kitchen sink, eyes downcast. He notices with furtive glances that Jenner looks like he was just hit by a train. He appears dazed, dizzy and dumbstruck. His hair is slightly rumpled, his clothing askew.

“Slut,” he accuses again, watching Brayden at the sink.

Brayden just smiles. “It’s just… you’re so
easy
.”

His fear skips up a notch at the cool warning in Jenner’s expression. But that’s just how he likes it. The only thing better than the sudden spanking Jenner gave him is the threat in his blue eyes that there’s another one coming his way, and soon. He has a feeling, too, that the next one will be even more intense.

“
Brazen little slut
,” Jenner says, forming the words deliberately.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it,
Sir
?”

Drying his hands, Jenner glances around the barren space, looking like he’s making a mental tally of all of Brayden’s insolent remarks and actions.

Almost too easy
, Brayden thinks.
How many pushes will it take before he pushes back? Guess I’ll find out.

“So are you really gonna get furniture?”

“Furniture? Like a spanking bench? Yeah, it’s an attractive idea.”

“I mean it.”

“So do I. I can’t believe you begged me to fuck you.”

Brayden looks at him squarely, not backing down.

“And you shouldn’t have done that—blowing me without protection. It’s bad enough I penetrated you without a condom, but then…” Jenner sighs. “Tomorrow morning, we go to the clinic. Together.”

“What, are you going to come pick me up at home so we can go get tested for STDs? Maybe pop in to say howdy to my grandma and cousin first?”

“I could. But I’m having a new bed delivered this afternoon. You could always stay here.”

Jenner gives it a moment to sink in as a subtle, victorious smile flickers over his lips. Brayden’s rebellious humor evaporates. His gaze darts to the door, remembering that they’re both expected down at the bar to start work. They’ll be showing their faces to people who spend time with them daily, who know them pretty well, and doing it right after sucking each other off and screwing around right over their heads.