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“Guess so.”

They finished eating, talking about nothing important. Afterward, they rinsed their dishes and then Wes said, “I need to go get cleaned up.”

“You didn’t already do that?”

“I had a kid to get ready, remember?” Wes laughed.

Braden followed him to his room, which was really Braden’s room, and lay on the bed with his hands behind his head.

“Comfortable?” Wes asked as he stripped out of his clothes in the attached bathroom.

“Enjoying the view. I’d get in with you, but I’m not sure I can have sex in the shower with my ankle all screwed up.”

Like he so often did around Braden, Wes smiled as he turned on the water and jumped in. “Who said I’d want to have sex with you in the shower?”

“Me. I even wanted to have sex with myself when I took one this morning. I’m irresistible like that.”

Wes let out a loud laugh, pulled back the shower curtain, and said, “I’ve never known anyone like you.”

“That a good thing, Wesley?”

No hesitation, Wes replied, “It is.”

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B
raden hated to sound cocky but he knew he was a good-looking man, knew he was likable. He never suffered in the date department, was used to getting compliments but hearing them from Wes made him feel invincible. Like he’d never really believed those things were true about himself but now could, because Wes said them. Maybe a little cheesy, but true.

Wes got out of the shower, dried off, then wrapped a towel around his waist.

“Hey. I was looking at your ass. What’d you cover it up for?” Goddamn, the man had a fine ass—firm, round globes that Braden wanted to grab on to.

Wes didn’t reply to him, just playfully shook his head as he started brushing his teeth. Well, if he wouldn’t respond, then Braden would just have to annoy the hell out of him until he did.

Pushing off the bed, he limped over and squeezed behind Wes. He slid his arms under Wes’s, hugging him from behind, his fists clutching Wes’s shoulders. “You smell good.” He inhaled deeply.

“I’m brushing my teeth,” Wes replied around his toothbrush.

“I can see that.”

He didn’t let go as Wes continued to brush, but then pulled back when he spit and then rinsed out his mouth and the toothbrush. As he went to put it back into the cup, Braden reached over and grabbed it, nudged Wes out of the way with his hip, and then put more toothpaste on.

“That’s my toothbrush.”

“Another thing I know.” He winked before he popped it into his mouth and proceeded to brush his teeth.

Wes didn’t stop him. Braden rinsed his mouth, too, put the toothbrush away, and their eyes met in the mirror. It was Wes who stood behind him now. Wes who pressed his lips to the back of Braden’s neck, then his shoulder, let his teeth tease the muscle where the two met.

“I want you,” Wes said against his skin. It made Braden’s body burn, blood rush to his cock.

“What do you want to do to me?” He leaned back into his lover, who kept kissing.

“I want to fuck you.”

“Not sure I heard you, Wesley. You’re going to have to say it again.”

“I.” He bit into Braden’s other shoulder. “Want. To.” His hand roamed down the front of Braden’s body, settling over his erection. “Fuck. You.”

That’s what he wanted to hear. He reached back and pulled Wes’s towel free. “Only if you suck me off first.”

Wes pushed him forward so Braden bent over the counter. “Not really sure you’re in the position to make demands, B.”

Ropes of desire tied him up, kept him from speaking for the first time in his life. He let out a moan when Wes kneeled behind him, wrapped his arms around Braden and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, before pulling them down. He ran his hands up and down Braden’s thighs, callouses making it the rough kind of touch that drove him wild.

“Turn around.” Wes licked the crease of his ass and he almost fucking came right then.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Braden turned, and as soon as he did, Wes’s mouth was on him, enveloping him, before it was gone again.

Wes licked the crease between his crotch and his leg, let his tongue swirl around Braden’s sac before he ran it from base to tip of his shaft.

“I want inside your mouth, Wesley. Take me deep.” His voice was raspy, sex-filled, and he wondered if that got Wes harder.

And he listened to Braden, too, taking him as deep as he could. Braden knotted his hands in Wes’s hair, guiding Wes as he blew him. Wes let him lead the way, let him rock into his mouth as Braden set the pace. He was fucking beautiful down there. The muscles in his neck and back contracted and flexed. His jaw stretched, and when he looked up at Braden, his eyes burned with lust. Braden knew Wes loved it as much as he did.

Braden let his hand drift from Wes’s hair, cupped his cheek and brushed his thumb over his facial hair. Wes didn’t slow his pace, kept sucking him off, kept holding his stare.

He’s giving himself to me,
Braden realized. Trying to tell Braden that he was his. There was nothing except Wes in his stare—no fear, no trepidation, no distance; probably for the first time ever. “You are so fucking incredible, Wesley. You are so fucking
mine.
”

With that, Wes worked him faster, rolled Braden’s balls in his hand as he swallowed around his dick.

“I’m going to come. Fuck, pull off, so I can come when you’re fucking me.”

Wes pulled back enough to say, “I want it. I’ll get you hard again.” And then he was back at it, sucking Braden like his life depended on it. If this killed anyone, though, Braden knew it’d be himself. But how the hell could he turn that down?

When the ache in his balls became too much, he didn’t fight it back. Let the burn and goddamned euphoria take him over as he shot his load down Wes’s throat. Wes swallowed it, then kept sucking, took the second jet that hit his tongue, too.

Braden’s body felt like someone had taken all the bones out. It didn’t stop him from pulling Wes to his feet, slipping his tongue into Wes’s mouth because he suddenly really fucking needed to taste him. To own him. To taste himself on Wes and know he was a part of him.

When the kiss ended, he wrapped his arms around Wes’s waist, letting the counter and Wes hold him up. “I don’t know if I can ever orgasm again. You might have just rung me dry.”

Wes chuckled. “I don’t underestimate your abilities. Don’t underestimate mine. I told you I’d get your hard again, and I will.”

Braden had a feeling he’d enjoy the hell out of it, too.

He took off his shirt on the way to the bed. They spent what felt like an eternity kissing, stroking, licking, eating, playing...until he knew Wes had to be dying to come. His cock pulsed hard again.

“Told you I could get you up again,” Wes told him with a smile. It hit Braden in the chest. Yeah, he so totally loved this man.

“I didn’t doubt it for a second.”

***

W
es grabbed lube and a condom from his bag. He was scared that all he’d have to do is touch his cock and the thing would erupt. That fear became even more real when Braden ripped the condom out of his hand, opened it, and then rolled it down Wes’s shaft.

“You want me to fuck you, right?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Then we better limit the touching.”

Braden laughed, and pulled the lube out of Wes’s hand next. He squirted some into his own hand, then tossed it to Wes.

Reaching between his legs, he lubed his asshole. Fuck, fuck,
fuck.
He really wanted to kill Wes.

“You want to do this or what?” He nodded at the bottle in Wes’s hand.

Yeah. Okay. He could do this. Squirt lube into his hand, rub it on his dick. But all he could think about was Braden. The fact that Braden somehow filled him up even though it was Wes who was about to fuck him. That he felt him everywhere, in everything he did, and he wanted to celebrate that fact and tell Braden it freaked him out, too.

“I want it,” was all he could say.

“How do you want me?”

Every. Way.

But instead of saying that, Wes laid on his back. Pulled Braden on top of him, his back on Wes’s chest. He fisted his dick, found Braden’s hole, then pushed inside.

The second he felt that tight, hot channel around him, his erection jerked. “Hold still a second. Fuck, you feel so good, Braden.”

When he got his body under control, Wes roped his arms around Braden, grabbing onto his shoulders. As he thrust up, he pushed Braden’s body down. Each time they moved together, pleasure rocked through him, vibrated as if coming straight from Braden and into him. He kissed the back of Braden’s neck as they fucked—thrusting up each time he pushed Braden down. He licked the tattoo on Braden’s upper back, wanting to taste his skin.

His orgasm was right there, begging to explode but it somehow wasn’t enough too.
Every way,
he’d thought, and that had been the truth. He wanted more.

Wes rolled them, still keeping their bodies connected as Braden now lay on his stomach on the bed, Wes flat on his back. He pulled out as far as he could before slamming forward again.

The curve of Braden’s ass fit against his crotch. His hole hugged him tight as he made love to him.

“Fuck...right there. Harder, Wesley,” Braden urged, and Wes obeyed. He pulled out to the tip again before pumping, thrusting, into Braden over and over.

More, more, more. Why the fuck couldn’t he get enough?

Wes pulled out. “Turn over.”

Braden did, lying on his back, facing Wes with his legs open for him. His dick looked painfully hard, gorgeous, swollen and veined as it rested against his stomach.

He jerked his eyes away, met Braden’s, who said, “You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen me before.”

Maybe he hadn’t. Or maybe he’d never seen himself. Wes wasn’t sure, he just knew he needed more. He pushed inside Braden again. Braden, who wrapped his arms around him and squeezed his ass.

Wes thrust...fucked...made love to Braden. Braden kept one hand on Wes’s ass, but with the other he jacked himself off. Wes’s balls felt full, ached like they could pop. He leaned forward, pushed his tongue into Braden’s mouth, and wondered if the man tasted himself there.

“Fuck. I’m gonna...”

He didn’t get all the words out before he felt Braden stiffen, before ropes of white shot from his dick and into the space between them. That was all it took for Wes to follow, for pulse after pulse of cream to rip from him.

Like Braden said earlier, he felt like he might never come again as he collapsed on top of his lover.

Braden ran his hand up and down Wes’s back as they both breathed heavily.

“Who else left you, Wesley?” Braden asked. “I know your dad left and your mom and Chelle died. Who else left you?”

His stomach felt like someone had set a bomb off inside it, but...but it didn’t keep him from answering, because he wanted to give Braden everything he could.

“My boyfriend. Alexander.” He’d known everything and yet he’d still just up and left Wes because Wes wasn’t giving him what he wanted. Wes hadn’t been enough to keep him.

“You were in love with him?”

“Yes.”

“I hate him,” Braden said with a mock chuckle. Wes appreciated the effort.

“We were together a long time. You know how I am, know that I’m distant. I was like that before I met him but I fell for him, anyway. We were together almost five years.”

Braden kept stroking his back, and Wes found he needed it.

“I loved him but it wasn’t enough. I came home from work one day and he had his shit packed. It wasn’t that he’d met anyone else, he just...didn’t love me anymore. He said he’d fallen out of love with me a long time before and couldn’t keep pretending. Then he was gone.”

“Hey.” Braden tilted Wes’s head up, with a finger under his chin, forcing Wes to look at him. “That’s not me. I don’t walk away. I won’t leave you.”

The bomb in his gut was suddenly gone. He’d handled losing Alexander. He’d really loved him, but he was over him now. Braden? He didn’t ever want to have to get over losing him. He wasn’t sure he could.

Wes leaned forward and kissed Braden deeply, slowly. Braden’s hands cupped the sides of his head and made love to his mouth.

“Mmm, you can kiss, Wesley. Can I tell you something else?”

Before Braden could get the words out, his cell beeped. Wes rolled off him as Braden went to the bathroom and grabbed it from his pants. He hadn’t needed to tell Braden they had to check it in case his mom called about Jessie. He’d somehow just known.

“My sister isn’t feeling well so they’re coming back early. We have about twenty minutes. Guess she knew we might need the heads up.”

Well, there went that. Braden jumped in a quick shower while Wes cleaned up himself then the bed. The whole time he wondered what Braden had been about to tell him.

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B
raden’s sister relaxed most of the day. She wasn’t really having contractions, she said, but she just didn’t feel right, whatever that meant. The family spent the day around the house, laughing and talking.

Did Wes realize how well he fit with them
? he wondered as he looked over and saw Wes sitting with his brother Evan, talking at the table. And Jessie obviously blended right in with the kids and the rest of his family. He hadn’t expected anything less, but still it was good to see.

Especially since he’d almost told the man he loved him today. Braden would have been the first one to give a guy shit for saying he loved someone after sex, but things were different now. Wes made them different though he probably didn’t even know it.

They all watched
A Christmas Story
after dinner and then they put the kids to bed. Jessie went easily, the trip having worn her out.

Braden went into the kitchen and grabbed himself and Wes a beer before going into the living room where his family all sat. Wes was in a chair, and Braden walked over to him, handed him a beer, and then sat on the floor between his legs.

“I still can’t believe you don’t know what you’re having,” he said to his sister Yvonne, who lay on the loveseat.