by Ariel Tachna
Gerald nodded, sure he could trust Brett. “I’d never play fast and loose. Not with something this important.” He snagged a condom, pushed the drawer shut, and crawled back over to kiss Brett sweetly. “I just don’t want it to be a point of tension. The only pressure I want between us is what we’re feeling when I’m pushing into you.”
“That’s a pressure I’m looking forward to feeling,” Brett replied with a grin. “So how soon am I going to get to feel it?”
Popping open the tube, Gerald squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers before reaching between Brett’s thighs to smear the gel liberally within the crease of his buttocks. “You asked me to be careful,” he reminded as he started to tease the hidden entrance.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t start,” Brett rasped, parting his legs wider to give Gerald easier access. “God, that feels good!”
Gerald chuckled lowly and leaned to lap at Brett’s taut balls as he slowly slid a long finger into him. Any words died in Brett’s throat, only a long, needy moan escaping his lips as he felt the slight burn of muscles stretching.
As Gerald took his time preparing him, he also watched Brett’s face and the emotions playing across them. Brett was so incredibly open; he lived so totally in the moment. While he processed those thoughts, Gerald leaned to suck Brett’s half-hard cock back into his mouth as he carefully wedged a third finger into his ass.
Brett squirmed and writhed as the burn peaked and then ebbed, leaving him instead with that delicious feeling of being stretched that preceded a long, hard ride. “I’m ready,” he moaned.
Gerald let out a shaky breath. He was hard and aching, and his hands shook as he rolled on the condom and moved between Brett’s knees. “I sure hope I am,” he said fervently as he hitched one of Brett’s legs up against him and started to push against the slick hole.
Brett consciously reminded himself to relax as Gerald’s thick cock stretched him even more than his fingers, but then the cock head brushed Brett’s prostate and the jolt of pleasure overruled everything else. “Right there!” he gasped, knuckles turning white as he gripped the covers.
Gerald groaned and shifted his hips, pulling out and pushing in just the same way to start a rhythm that shook them both as he thrust.
Brett thrashed beneath him, speared firmly by Gerald’s cock. The feeling of fullness struck him as so incredibly right that it stole what little breath remained, leaving him light-headed, his cock swelling again as Gerald continued to tease him.
“C’mon,” Gerald said persuasively as he kept up the slow, steady movement while reaching to encircle Brett’s cock and stroke it.
“I will,” Brett promised, the shaft twitching beneath the encouraging touch, “but it won’t be fast. I’m not eighteen anymore.”
Gerald chuckled. “That’s not what I meant, but I don’t mind.” He groaned lowly as he kept sinking into Brett’s heat. “Touch yourself for me. That’s what I meant.”
Brett slipped one hand around his cock, the other moving to tweak a pink nipple, showing Gerald how he preferred to be touched. The combination of Gerald’s gaze, his own touch, and the feeling of the hard cock moving inside him brought him erect again far sooner than he would’ve thought possible.
His breaths growing short, Gerald moved to grip Brett’s hips as he began to thrust a little harder. “Have I been careful enough?” he asked in a strained voice.
“Yes, Gerry,” Brett gasped. “Nail me to the mattress, lover, so I feel you tomorrow.”
“Oh hell,” Gerald swore, the inflammatory words getting him right in the gut. With soft grunts, he started really fucking Brett, gasping with each thud of their bodies together. “Oh… oh fuck… it’s good….”
Brett moaned with each pass of Gerald’s cock over his prostate, the force behind each thrust rocking his body on the bed. He abandoned his nipple in favor of bracing himself against the headboard to keep his neck from getting bent all out of shape as Gerald pushed him up the bed with each inward movement. An incomprehensible mixture of curses, pleas, and Gerald’s name tumbled from his lips as his body neared its peak again.
Gerald’s hips stopped moving, and he groaned aloud as everything in him contracted and he came. His eyes rolled back and he clutched at Brett as he shuddered all over. Hearing Gerald’s groans—the same ones he’d overheard that night weeks ago—was enough to trigger Brett’s second orgasm, and thick strands of come spurted over his belly and chest, tangible proof of just how well Gerald had pleased him.
Gerald shuddered against Brett, opened his glazed eyes, and saw the thrilled agony and rapture written across his lover’s face. It was a gorgeous sight. He carefully lowered himself between Brett’s thighs and kissed him slowly.
The lazy, almost loving kiss was the perfect end to a perfect round of sex. Brett sighed into the union of mouths, his body relaxing beneath Gerald’s weight that pressed him tightly down into the mattress. Languidly, he draped his arms around Gerald’s shoulders, not really holding him in place, but definitely making clear how welcome he was.
Sighing happily as their mouths parted, Gerald let his chin drop lightly to Brett’s chest, rubbing his forehead against the other man’s bristly cheek. He was more than satisfied, and a smile curved his lips as he soaked in Brett’s heat.
Brett’s arms tightened as Gerald broke the kiss, but loosened again as soon as he realized the other man wasn’t moving away, just getting comfortable. As far as Brett was concerned, they could just stay there forever.
They had lain there quietly for long minutes before Gerald rubbed his lips against Brett’s throat. “Bathroom,” he murmured, and he rolled out of bed and disappeared into the next room to dispose of the condom.
When he returned just a minute later, he climbed back into the bed next to Brett, who wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. “I should probably go,” Gerald murmured. “Getting late. Work tomorrow.”
Brett’s arms tightened again, this time with no intention of loosening. “You’ve got your bag in your car,” he murmured. “Stay?”
Gerald moved just enough to look up into Brett’s eyes, and he smiled warmly. “Sure. As long as I’m wanted,” he added. He wouldn’t impose on Brett without being invited.
Brett pulled Gerald’s head back down to his, kissing him thoroughly. “You’re definitely wanted.”
GERALD finished up his spaghetti and pushed the plate away. “So. Where are the business ledgers?”
Brett frowned. “You want to work on those tonight?” He’d had other things in mind when he’d suggested Gerald stay for dinner.
“Well, I figured it was as good a time as any,” Gerald said as he stood and picked up his plate and the empty bowl from the table. “I brought my laptop.” He stopped and looked at Brett with a raised brow. “Did you have other plans?”
“Oh, no,” Brett replied quickly. “You can set up in the den or the dining room or wherever you’ll be most comfortable, but I’m not letting you get away so quickly. I’ve barely even gotten a kiss tonight! And while working on my books wasn’t part of my plans, kissing you definitely was.”
Gerald smiled, leaned over, and dropped a quick kiss on his lips. “Done with your plate?” he asked once he straightened.
“Yeah,” Brett replied, only partially mollified by the kiss. After just two weeks, he’d figured out pretty quickly that he couldn’t get enough of Gerald’s time and attention. Having him work here was preferable to having him leave, but it wasn’t what Brett really wanted. Still, he had some work of his own to do—supply orders and the like—that he’d been putting off to spend time with his sexy new lover. It was probably time to take care of those while Gerald looked at the ledgers for the farm. “I’ll get the books. Where do you want to work? And do you mind if I join you?”
“I thought I’d sit here at the table,” Gerald said as he rinsed the dishes in the sink. “And of course I don’t mind if you join me.”
Brett smiled. “Let me just get the ledgers then, and you can g
et started while I reorder the supplies. I should have done it earlier this week, but there’s been a few other things going on.” They’d had a rough night a week ago when Brett spent the entire night in the barn with one of the horses who went down and wouldn’t stand back up again. Finally, around dawn, she’d shaken her head and stood up like nothing had happened, but the night was gone, along with his chances for any sleep.
“Okay,” Gerald said. “I’ll run out to the car and get my laptop.” He returned in less than five minutes, carrying a canvas case, and chose to sit at the kitchen table with his back to the wall so he was out of Brett’s way.
A moment later, Brett came back into the kitchen, a huge leather-bound ledger in his hand. “Here’s this year’s stuff,” he said, setting it down next to Gerald’s computer. “Do you want the previous years’ books as well?”
“No, not yet. Let me get a feel for what you’ve got here. Then I’ll want to look at past taxes,” Gerald said distractedly as he started to page through the book. Then he wrinkled his nose and leaned over to dig in the bag. He sat up with a small leather case. Snapping it open, he pulled out a pair of metal-rimmed glasses and slid them on before going back to reading the ledger.
Brett looked up from the seed catalog he’d been perusing at the sound of Gerald rustling his bag. He bit his lip to hold back a groan at the sight of the thin metal glasses on Gerald’s face. He’d never thought he had a thing for glasses before, but he’d apparently just developed a new fetish. “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Brett said, his voice husky with desire.
“Just for close work,” Gerald said, glancing up, then back down at the books, then back up just as quickly as the tone of Brett’s voice sank in. His lips curved in amusement.
“And tonight when I’m fucking you,” Brett declared firmly, images of staring at Gerald’s face adorned with glasses as they made love enough to have him half-hard already.
Gerald laughed in surprise. “Are you kidding?”
Brett stood up and moved to Gerald’s side, capturing his lips in a torrid kiss. “Hell, no, Gerry, I’m not kidding,” he replied when he lifted his head again.
Gerald stared up at him, arrested by the look on Brett’s face and the intensity in his eyes. “Well, I’ll wear them anytime you want, if they get me this kind of reaction.”
“Only in private,” Brett said. “I don’t want anyone else seeing you with them on. Somebody might try to steal you from me.”
Charmed, Gerald reached for Brett’s hand so he could tug him down to give him a soft kiss. “Not going to happen,” he murmured when their lips parted.
“Can the books wait a couple of hours?” Brett grunted as he slid his hand through Gerald’s hair. “Because I don’t think I can.”
Gerald grinned. “It’s going to take a couple hours?” He leaned forward and slid his hands down Brett’s thighs.
“Once isn’t going to be enough,” Brett informed him bluntly, pulling Gerald to his feet.
“Damn. You really do like the glasses,” Gerald murmured.
“Yeah,” Brett sighed, “I really do.” He hooked his thumbs through Gerald’s belt loops, keeping him close as he backed him toward the stairs that led to the master suite. “I really, really do.”
“I guess you know how I feel when I see you riding Shah,” Gerald murmured as he followed along while dipping his head to kiss along Brett’s neck.
Brett grinned and pushed Gerald up the stairs ahead of him. “I bet he could carry us both.”
“Jesus,” Gerald said under his breath as a shot of heat aroused him to the point his slacks were strained across the front. He hurried up the stairs into the bedroom and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Brett raced up behind him, stripping his own clothes off as he crossed the threshold. He tackled Gerald onto the bed, tugging at his pants, but careful not to dislodge the glasses. He wanted to drive into Gerald, staring down at the handsome face adorned with wire frames.
Gerald went down with a gasp, his mostly unbuttoned shirt still on his shoulders, and he helped Brett unfasten his pants and shove them down as much as he could while lying on them. He peered up at Brett through his glasses, and the heat glazing the other man’s eyes just made Gerald want him more. He arched his back so Brett could yank the fabric down his thighs.
Stripping Gerald out of his pants and briefs, Brett fell on his chest, sucking and biting at the dark nipples, wanting Gerald as frantic as he was. He only hoped his lover caught up quickly, because he wasn’t going to be able to wait long. God, he was so thankful they’d gotten tested last week, and condoms weren’t a concern now. He could jump Gerald whenever he wanted. And fuck, how he wanted. Wanted now.
“Brett….” Gerald breathed as he gripped his lover’s arms, spreading his legs so their bodies fit together. He was already hard, and he gasped each time Brett’s teeth sank into his skin. He lifted his hips to try to grind against Brett’s thigh.
“Want you,” Brett gasped, lifting his head and staring down at the dark eyes framed by the lenses. “Need you now.”
Gerald groaned, and his eyes rolled back as his fingers clenched. He wrapped one long leg around Brett’s waist. “Please. Please, Brett.”
After scrambling for the drawer to grab the lube, Brett coated his fingers and stretched Gerald roughly. He knew he was rushing, but he couldn’t wait. “Ready?” he pleaded.
“Yeah,” Gerald gasped, spreading his knees and rolling back so Brett could press close. “So fucking turned on,” he rasped.
Scooting up onto his knees, Brett pulled Gerald’s ankles over his shoulders, dragging his lover’s hips up onto his thighs so he was completely open to Brett’s invasion.
The clinging heat surrounded Brett immediately, squeezing him tight. He grabbed Gerald’s cock, sliding his palm up and down its length, trying to push him over the edge as soon as possible.
Gerald huffed out a helpless laugh. “You’re gonna make me come in like two damn minutes!” He couldn’t stop squirming around the cock pinning him in place.
“Then I’ll just have to make you come again,” Brett rasped, although he wasn’t sure he’d last much longer than Gerald.
Grunting in effort to hold off orgasm as Brett did everything he could imagine to make him lose control, Gerald’s eyes suddenly focused on Brett through the glasses as he choked on a breath. “Oh fuck!” Gerald exclaimed, and his eyes glazed over as his cock contracted, and he came all over his belly.
The spasming muscles nearly broke Brett’s control, but he held back, stopping his climax by force of will and more than a little luck. He kept thrusting as Gerald went limp beneath him, his hand never stopping its insistent stroking. “We’re not done,” Brett drawled, pulling out so he could lick the hot streaks of come off Gerald’s belly. “Nowhere near done.”
Still shuddering, Gerald moaned as he looked down at Brett’s tongue lapping up his come. “Oh fuck,” he whispered as his cock immediately twitched. “That’s so… sexy.”
Brett’s laugh was deep and dark. “So what else is sexy?” he prodded. “What can I do to make you hard and begging again? After all, I promised you a couple of hours.”
“Watching you as you fuck me is really damn sexy,” Gerald said, still flushed and still aroused. It was only at times like this that he talked dirty. “Watching you as I fuck myself on you is even better.”
“You want that now?” Brett teased. “Or do you need something else first?” He slid his fingers between Gerald’s parted cheeks. “Let me taste all of you, baby, then you can ride me to oblivion.”
Gerald’s eyes went really big as what Brett said sunk in. “You want to…?” He looked totally bowled over.
“I want to stick my tongue so far up your ass that you could come from that alone.” Brett’s voice broke with lust. “Will you let me?”
Unable to get another word out, Gerald reached for both knees and spread them, exposing himself. Just the thought sent him up into flames again, as well as knowing he wouldn’
t have to be empty and aching like he was now.
Brett slid to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor next to the mattress, pulling Gerald so his ass rested right on the edge of the bed, exactly at eye level. He nipped at the curve of one taut cheek, then the other before parting them to reveal his target. Nuzzling around the base of Gerald’s reviving cock, he licked his way down over heavy balls to the little pink pucker that clenched in anticipation. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Brett promised.
Gerald hoped his whimper wasn’t audible. His head spun as he nearly drowned in the heat Brett caused. His thighs shook as he tensed in anticipation. What Brett was going to do… oh fuck. “If you say so,” he said shakily. “I trust you.”
Brett froze, his tongue poised to lick at the smooth skin. “Nobody’s ever rimmed you before?” he asked incredulously. “What kind of selfish lovers have you had?” Without waiting for a reply, he licked a long, wet strip from stem to stern before settling on Gerald’s entrance, his tongue playing along the outer edge.
“I don’t know!” Gerald yelped helplessly as he felt the wet swath of tongue. “I’ve not done it either,” he said weakly. But damn, he thought he might be willing to try.
Brett hoped he’d be able to change Gerald’s mind about that too, but in the meantime, he had a lover to drive wild. He took his time, despite his own throbbing cock, licking and sucking at the tight hole until Gerald whimpered and writhed above him. Brett kept his eyes trained on Gerald’s passion-darkened eyes, highlighted by those damn sexy glasses. When Gerald was mewling with pleasure, Brett pointed his tongue and stabbed it as deep as he could.
The long, slow, rising heat of the continued attention threatened to send Gerald out of his mind—he was already seeing stars—and he could not imagine how anything could be so hot. Watching Brett suck and lick at his hole was like nothing Gerald had ever seen before, and it did the trick of making him hard again. Seriously so, and he couldn’t hold still under that tenacious tongue. And when he felt it slide inside him, he gave a broken cry of obvious pleasure.