Shooting Star (12 page)

“No use thinking about it. The moment’s passed so your answer wouldn’t be accurate anyway. All that matters is what you choose at the moment. Before that or after that is all just speculation.” Jessup stretched out his arm and tapped
Brac’s
shoulder. “Scoot closer.”

Inch by inch,
Brac
eased his way towards Jessup. “Tell me when.”

“All the way,” Jessup said, hauling
Brac
against him. He turned on his good side to face
Brac
. “I nearly dropped to my knees when I found out how close I’d come to losing you.” He rested his palm against the side of
Brac’s
face, tracing the shell of
Brac’s
ear with his ring finger. “I don’t know if what I feel is love, but I know I’d give my life ten times over to save yours.”

“Maybe I’m just being selfish, but I choose to believe that’s exactly what it is.”
Brac
moved close enough for his cock to line up with Jessup’s. “Did Priest tell you he made me list the reasons why I love you?”

“No.” Jessup thrust his hips forward. “I won’t make you list the reasons since I probably wouldn’t believe them anyway, but you could tell me again that you love me.”

“I love you, Al Jessup,”
Brac
whispered. “And I’m going to say it every day until you start to believe it.”

“Priest told you about my mother, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.
But what I don’t understand is how you could’ve let the actions of one woman convince you that you were unlovable.”

“It wasn’t one.” Jessup slid his hand down
Brac’s
neck to his hip. “I didn’t even know about my birth mother until my first foster mother told me.”

“Why would she do that?”
Brac
couldn’t imagine a woman being so cruel as to tell a child something like that.

Jessup leant forward and buried his face against
Brac’s
neck. “Mrs Gibbs was the first foster mother I remember having. I’m not sure if she took me in right away or not. I always knew she wasn’t my mother, she made that fact very clear on a number of occasions.”

“Bitch,”
Brac
grumbled.

“Yeah, she was, but she was the only thing I had. She had this collection of pretty glass ballerinas. Each one of them was just different enough to make them interesting. I used to sit for hours and look at them through the display case she kept them in.”

Brac
had a sinking feeling he knew where the story was going. He held his breath and hoped he was wrong.

“I knew I wasn’t supposed to touch them, but one day I just couldn’t resist. The other kids had gone to the pool but I had an ear infection so Mrs Gibbs wouldn’t let me go. I remember being mad. I don’t think that’s why I disobeyed, but it was a long time ago, so maybe I’m not remembering it right.”

“How old were you?”
Brac
asked.

“Five.” Jessup pulled back and stared into
Brac’s
eyes. “I broke one of the ballerinas when I tried to pick it up. It fell over and her little crown broke off. I was so scared I took her out of the case and ran up to the bedroom I shared with two other boys.
Later that evening Mrs Gibbs discovered the missing ballerina and knew immediately who’d taken it.”

Jessup stopped to clear his throat. “She found me up in my room hiding under the bed still holding the figurine. I remember her pulling me out by my hair and screaming at me as she tied me to the timeout chair in the closet. She told me what my mother had done and that if I weren’t so damn big she’d do the same thing to me for daring to break something that didn’t belong to me.” Jessup shrugged. “I was sent to a different home the next day.”

“And by then the damage had been done,”
Brac
surmised. The pieces of Jessup’s personality clicked into place. “Whether she deserved it or not, you probably loved her. And not only did she restrain you, but she didn’t show you an ounce of loyalty in return for your trust and love.”

“Like I said, it was a long time ago. I must’ve gone through ten homes after that, some okay, some bad.”

“I wish I knew how to take away your pain, but I don’t. All I can do is fight like hell to replace those bad memories with good ones.”

Jessup moved his hand to cup one of
Brac’s
ass cheeks. “How’re you
gonna
manage that?”

Brac
rolled away from Jessup and opened the bedside drawer. He removed a condom and bottle of lube before holding them out to the man he loved. “By asking you to fuck me by whatever means you feel comfortable.”

Jessup took the supplies and set them between them. “We’ve been through a lot since that day by the pond. I’d like to try again, if you’re willing.”

Brac
smiled. “I’m a big believer in practice makes perfect, but I shouldn’t have asked. I got caught up in the moment, but the minute you’re feeling better, I’m
gonna
be all over you.”

Jessup held up the bottle of lube. “Then why don’t you do me?”

Floored by the request,
Brac
didn’t know what to say. He knew how much courage it had taken Jessup to offer. “You really do trust me.”

“Yeah, it seems I do.”

Brac
tried to figure out how he could make love to Jessup without putting his weight on him. He finally came to the conclusion that there was simply no way without risking possible injury to Jessup’s healing body. “Would you settle for a blowjob?”

“I would never consider a blowjob from you settling.” Jessup brushed
Brac’s
hair out of his face. “Are you not used to topping?”

Brac
couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve probably topped twice as much as I’ve bottomed, so that’s not the problem.”

“Then what is?”

Leaning in,
Brac
gave Jessup a deep kiss. It was long enough to get them both worked up without overexerting Jessup. Pulling back, he rubbed his nose against Jessup’s. “I want our first time to be full throttle, I guess. It’s been less than a week since you were shot.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why? If anyone should be sorry it should be me. I’m the one Curtis was after. Besides, maybe if I hold out on you, you’ll decide to keep me around longer.”

“And what about your career?
Surely you can’t put Hal off indefinitely.”

“Maybe not indefinitely, but right now this is where I want to be.”
Brac
moaned when he felt Jessup wrap a hand around both of their cocks.

“Any idea how long you’ll be staying?” Jessup asked as he stroked their cocks.

“
Mmmm
, that depends. Do you know of any houses for sale in Cattle Valley?”

“Never really looked for a house, but I’m sure you could find something. Are you sure you want to move that far away from Hollywood though?”

“Right now I have absolutely no plans to do another series. I’d like to find a movie I can get behind and feel passionate about, but regardless, I’ve had my fill of living life in the fast lane.”

When Jessup’s rhythm picked up,
Brac
couldn’t help himself. He reached between them and gathered some of their combined pre-cum on the tips of his fingers. He pressed his middle finger against the centre of Jessup’s lips and watched as it was immediately sucked inside. “Taste good?”

Jessup nodded, lapping at
Brac’s
ring finger. “I don’t think I’ve ever taken the time to play like this in bed.”

“I hope you can trust me enough to try all kinds of things you’ve never done before.”
Brac
could think of several things he’d like to try with Jessup. “You know you’re not the only one who’s had to watch
himself
. It was different with Randal because I believed in him. But with every single lay after that I woke up the next morning wondering whether my performance would be rated on a scale of one to ten on page one of the gossip rags.”

“At least you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I never kiss and tell.” Jessup pressed his thumb against the slit on
Brac’s
crown. “You close?
Because my arm’s wearing out.”

“Then stop talking and let me enjoy the moment.”

Jessup opened his mouth but quickly snapped it shut.

Damn, although it had taken
Brac
a while to get Jessup to talk to him, it was amazing how fast the man became a chatterbox. It was obvious the day’s events had taken their toll on both of them. Normally the touch of Jessup’s hand would set
Brac
off like a rocket, but he just couldn’t get there. Throwing back the covers,
Brac
sat up. “Save your arm, I’ll take over from here. I think that big cock of yours needs some extra attention.”

Jessup released
Brac’s
cock. “Swing your ass around here so I can take care of you, too.”

Never one to turn down a blowjob,
Brac
removed the pillow from under Jessup’s head and straddled the man’s gorgeous face. Before leaning over him,
Brac
brushed Jessup’s forehead with his cock. “You sure this won’t bother you? I don’t plan to lay on you, so that might help.”

Jessup gave
Brac’s
ass a playful swat. “I’m game. What’s the worst that can happen?”

Although Jessup said it in a teasing manner,
Brac
knew they both were a bit worried. “Just don’t bite my dick off.”

“That, I can promise you.”

Brac
braced his hands beside Jessup’s hips and slowly lowered himself over the man he loved. He took several moments to visually study the perfect cock lying hard against Jessup’s stomach. Darker than the rest of him, Jessup’s cock truly was a masterpiece of creation.
Brac
had always been a vein man. There was just something about those long plump lines travelling up the length of a cock that fuelled his fire, and Jessup had more than the average man. But, of course, Jessup was far from average. With a firm grip on the root, he used the tip of his tongue to follow the biggest vein from the base of Jessup’s cock to the crown.

Jessup stroked
Brac’s
cock several times, spreading the pre-cum down his length.
Brac
expected to feel the warmth of Jessup’s mouth on his cock so was quite surprised when Jessup separated
Brac’s
butt cheeks and licked a path to
Brac’s
hole.

“
Ahhh
, fuck!”
Jessup had found
Brac’s
sweet spot.
Brac
glanced over his shoulder. “Don’t hurt yourself. The last thing I want is you back in the hospital.”

“Stop nagging and start enjoying,” Jessup ordered.

”Well, in that case I only have one word to say to you. More,” he begged.

After a soft chuckle, Jessup’s tongue began paying particular attention to the puckered skin surrounding
Brac’s
hole.

Not wanting to be outdone,
Brac
sucked the crown of Jessup’s cock into his mouth. He teased the slit with the tip of his tongue, encouraging the constant flow of pre-cum as he reached down to massage Jessup’s balls.

“Where’d that lube go?” Jessup asked, searching the bed beside
Brac’s
hand.

Brac
reached over to aid in the search, finally coming up with it. He handed it back without ever taking his mouth off Jessup’s cock. Working Jessup’s dick further down his throat, he hummed at the breach of Jessup’s
lubed
finger into his ass.

“I want in here,” Jessup growled, burying his finger as deep as it could go.

Brac
released Jessup’s cock. “I may be mistaken, but I think you’re in,” he said before engulfing Jessup’s cock again.

Jessup bit
Brac’s
cheek. “Stop sucking so I can fuck you.”

Brac
stilled. “I thought we agreed you weren’t physically up to making love.”

“Yeah, well, my cock disagrees.” Jessup added another finger.

It had been a while since
Brac
had been fucked, but his body opened for Jessup as if by magic. Hell, even his ass knew he was meant to be with Jessup. Like he’d done earlier,
Brac
ran through the possible positions that could give them both what they wanted while still protecting Jessup’s healing wound.

After a quick search, he came up with the condom and tore open the wrapper. Jessup’s third finger felt so good,
Brac
took his time rolling the condom down Jessup’s length. “Pass me the lube.”

The bottle tapped against his arm, and
Brac
reached around to grab it. A few drops
was
all he needed to prepare Jessup’s sheathed cock. With his ass more than ready,
Brac
carefully climbed off Jessup. “I think I’ve figured out a way, but I need you to be honest with me. If you start to feel panicky, tell me.”

“All I’m feeling right now is horny.”

“Good, keep that thought going.” Facing Jessup’s feet,
Brac
insinuated his calves under Jessup’s thighs. “Okay with this?”

“Yes, just do it and stop worrying about me.”

Brac
glanced over his shoulder. He’d have rather faced Jessup, but there was plenty of time for that once his man healed. “I’ll always worry about you.”

Jessup smiled and held his cock by the base, giving
Brac
what he needed. “I believe you,” Jessup whispered.

Brac
backed himself up until he felt the touch of Jessup’s cockhead against his stretched hole. There was something so open and honest in Jessup’s expression that
Brac
had no doubt the man had meant what he’d said. Relaxing his body,
Brac
lowered himself onto Jessup’s length. The width of Jessup’s cock was more than he was used to, but once again, his body seemed to understand and make accommodations for Jessup’s girth.

He slowly rocked back and forth until he sat on Jessup’s groin. Jessup tapped
Brac’s
hip, telling him without words that he needed
Brac
to move. Perhaps Jessup felt
a niggle
of panic or the heat of desire. Either way,
Brac
was more than willing to comply.