Tipping the Balance (40 page)

“Are you cold?” Brad said, breaking the kiss. “We should stop. Security could find us.”

“Don’t you dare,” Drew hissed. He put his hands on Brad’s skin. “That just makes it hotter. Besides, they’re used to you working late, right?”

“Yeah, but not like this,” Brad said, looking around nervously.

Drew flicked Brad’s nips again, but his real interest was further south. He knew the chances of being caught were low, and he really wanted to do this, and—

Drew’s horned-up little monkey brain flashed on an idea, a way to break Brad of his notion that some things were for dudes and some things were for bitches.

There was no fumbling involved, because Drew knew exactly what he wanted and where to find it. Brad’s belt and button and zipper were in his way, and he dealt with them in short order. He plunged his hand into Brad’s underwear and took what he wanted, direct but careful with the goods.

“I didn’t know you were this aggressive,” Brad moaned as Drew rolled his cock back and forth. Drew loved the feeling of a cock filling beneath his hand.

“Yeah?”

“I think I like it,” Brad admitted.

“Yeah?” Drew repeated. “Then you’ll love this.”

Drew spun him around and, without warning, yanked his pants and underwear down below his ass cheeks. He smacked one firm cheek lightly, making more noise than sting. “Over there. The sawbuck.”

“Damn, babe,” Brad gasped.

Smack!

“The sawbuck. Bend over.”

Brad shuffled the few feet to the sawbuck. “Fuck.”

“No, everything but,” Drew said, knowing that it wouldn’t even be that much. He was pushing Brad’s limits a little, not trying to spook him.

Brad’s eyes widened as he looked back over his shoulder. He gulped. “I’m….” He coughed. “I’m clean. You’re the only guy I’ve ever been with.”

That Brad, reluctant to bottom as he was, thought his first time was going to be without supplies and in a building under construction but was willing to do it anyway made Drew fall for him all over again. That kind of trust… damn.

“I’m clean, too, and not until we’re both tested and we’ve discussed it when we’re not a couple of horndogs,” Drew rasped. He ran his hands down Brad’s flanks, then cupped his ass in his hands. “Because the sight of this bare ass? That leaking cock of yours? Short-circuits my brain.”

Brad’s look flickered from raw lust to something softer. “You’re so good to me.”

“You make me want to be good to you,” Drew said. Then he pushed on Brad’s back. “Bend over, damn it.”

Brad complied, pants around his ankles and elbows on the sawbuck.

“Before I go on… are you sure?”

Brad exhaled a shaky breath. “Yeah, and it’s not like I’m really… like we’re really doing it that way. There’s no lube or condoms or anything.”

“Just spit,” Drew said.

“Spit?”

“Yeah, nature’s lube. Don’t pretend you’ve never jacked off with nothing but spit,” Drew said. Then he stared. “Are you blushing?”

“A little, maybe, but you’ve got me going pretty good too,” Brad said.

Drew knelt down behind that lovely, sculpted backside. Brad’s ass was full and round like a bubble-butt, but the muscles were more defined from his time in the gym.

He bit one cheek and Brad yelped. Drew grinned and then laved the bite with his tongue to soothe the sting. He couldn’t help himself. He bit Brad again, the other cheek this time, even as he reached around Brad to grab his cock, sliding his hand lightly up and down the shaft to turn the bite’s gentle sting to pleasure.

“Damn, Drew… what you do to me…,” Brad panted.

“Is nothing compared to what I’m going to,” Drew rumbled. He leaned forward, resting his cheek against one ass cheek, still stroking.

He moved his other hand up between Brad’s spread legs to play with his sac for a moment, feeling the balls pulled in tight. His lover might be afraid of the word
gay
and what they were doing right then, but it turned him on too.

“You like this?”

“Yeah,” Brad breathed. “You know just what to do to me.”

 Brad moaned as Drew pushed gently into the sensitive skin, putting pressure on the prostate from the outside. Brad shook his head to clear the stars behind his eyes. “Damn.”

Smirking, Drew changed his attack on Brad’s senses. He moved his thumb up to Brad’s hole and used his index finger to rub the taint.

He circled Brad’s hole, close enough to the sensitive nerve endings to set them off, but far enough to tease. He wanted his man begging for it.

“Aw, jeez,” Brad huffed.

Then Drew ran his finger over the hole, just once, and Brad jumped. “This,” Drew murmured, inhaling Brad’s musk, “is the barest hint of what you’re missing.”

“Gimme more,” Brad grunted.

Drew licked his finger until it was good and wet and then used it to circle the hole a little harder, a little faster. He pressed on the opening, not enough to poke in, just enough to get Brad’s attention.

“Oh! Do that again.”

Drew spit on Brad’s ass and then teased his hole again, sometimes circling, sometimes flicking at the hole with just his fingernail, sometimes rubbing it with stronger, harder pressure.

When Brad started fucking his hand, Drew knew it was time. He stood, reluctantly pulling his hands away.

Brad whined. “Wha—?”

Drew aimed his own cock into the cleft between Brad’s cheeks, rubbing it up toward Brad’s back. He felt his own heat rising and knew he’d be splattering that strong lower back with his own cum very soon.

“That what you want?” Drew said.

Brad ground back against Drew, who let a streamer of spit fall, slicking the path. He pushed his cock up again, then aimed the head against Brad’s hole before letting it slip down between Brad’s legs.

Drew thrust slowly, poking into Brad’s balls before pulling his cock up to thrust it between Brad’s cheeks again. He rubbed it slowly up and down, using one hand to toy with his own nipples, first one, then the other, flicking and pinching them until they were hard little pebbles on his chest. It might not be fucking, but it felt damned good.

Then he leaned forward, holding one hand in front of Brad’s face. “Spit.”

After Brad complied, Drew reached down and started jacking Brad in time to his own thrusting between Brad’s legs. He loved knowing that for that moment, at least, Brad was a slave to the things Drew made him feel. It was even hotter than his own skin against Brad’s large back.

Drew straightened. The sight of that back was just too much to ignore. He spat down onto his cock again.

“Touch yourself,” Drew said hoarsely. “I want to enjoy the sight of my hard cock between your cheeks, you know why?”

“Uh-uh,” Brad panted. He pushed himself back into Drew’s dick, his hips rocking.

“Because someday I’ll get to see it disappear between them as I slick it up and slide it into your hot, wet hole.”

“Oh, God,” Brad groaned, pumping his hand harder. “Drew!”

The sight of Brad’s back rippling as his orgasm tore through him sent Drew over the edge, and with a final ecstatic thrust between Brad’s cheeks, Drew came in three hard, almost painful spurts.

He stared at his own cum with blind eyes: three blasts, each one lower down Brad’s back, the lowest dripping slowly down between Brad’s cheeks as it cooled.

He rested against Brad’s back. This hadn’t been fucking, but it was close. He loved that Brad was willing to do this for him despite his own discomfort. Judging by the size of the cum splatter on the floor, Brad had thought it was hot too.

He loved… Drew staggered back a little, dizzy, but not from his climax.

He loved Brad.

Wow. So this was what it was. He smiled. Suddenly he got why Nick wore that dopey smile whenever he thought Morgan wasn’t watching him.

But Drew had learned a lesson from Nick’s experience. He wasn’t about to say “I love you” to someone who couldn’t say it back, but damn, it was so unfair. He felt it so strongly right then. He wanted to crow with its newness and intensity.

“So I guess I’m your bitch now,” Brad said. His voice shook a little.

Drew rose off Brad’s back, wincing at the cold stickiness between them. He smacked Brad’s ass again, this time hard.

Brad yelped. “What’d you do that for?”

“Is that how you see me when you fuck me?” Drew demanded, his voice full of machismo and challenge.

Brad, looking like he suddenly wanted to be anywhere but there, mumbled, “Not really.”

“Not really? Well, get this through your thick skull. I am
all
man,” Drew snapped as Brad turned around. Drew made a show of tucking himself back into his underwear. “And one day—when you’re ready—I’ll show you what it’s liked to be a
man
fucked by another man. Because you’re not my bitch, and I’m not yours, you big, dumb, lovable lug. We’re two guys who care about each other getting off together.”

“Just so long as you think I’m lovable,” Brad mumbled as he cleaned himself up.

Drew could only shake his head. Even when he wanted to throttle Brad, he also wanted to hug him and hold him and kiss it away.

Brad
knew he needed to talk to someone about all the stuff he was feeling, but he had no idea who. Sure, he had friends, many of them still at CalPac. But the thought of telling Rico and the rest of his old cronies that his
boyfriend
wanted him to take it up the ass and that he kind of wanted to but also kind of didn’t, and could he please help Brad sort out of feelings seemed like a non-starter.

Brad sighed as he hefted a motor for one of the safety launches up onto one shoulder to carry it up to the boathouse. It weighed a lot, but lifting heavy things felt familiar, and he needed that too.

He enjoyed coaching for that reason, even if he preferred rowing. As much of a headache as it could be, and as tired as he was most of the time now, it reminded of him of younger, more carefree days. It was a source of stability when everything else about his life had changed.

He dropped the motor into place in the rack next to the others and looked at his hands. They had grease all over them, which meant his parka did too. That was another thing that sucked about life after college—he now had dry-cleaning bills.