It did mean, however, that he had to leave the warmth and comfort. Grumpily, he squirmed out from under Andrew’s arm.
“Where you goin’?” Andrew mumbled, reaching after him.
“Shower, then work. Go back to sleep. You don’t have to be up for another hour.”
Bleary eyes peeked up at him, half buried in a pillow. “Let’s call in sick and stay here all day.”
It was tempting. Soooo tempting, because Brian had been right. Sex with Andrew had been the best, and they’d only shared hand jobs. He couldn’t stop imagining what other things would feel like.
Brian bounced in frustration. “I’d love to. You know that, but I’m working with Dr. Compton today and she’s sort of this hardarse and head of the department and I can’t piss her off.” He was going to miss Michael’s easy, laid back attitude, but impressing Compton was his highest goal.
Andrew waved him off. “Fine. Go. Be a great doctor.”
“Thank you. I will. See you tonight!”
Brian showered, dressed and snuck back into Andrew’s room for a quick kiss goodbye. Andrew was curled on his side, asleep, with Schrody a grey puddle against his chest. Neither stirred as he placed soft kisses on their heads and crept out.
Compton was everything Brian had feared she would be. Soft spoken, compassionate with the patients, and absolutely uncompromising when it came to the job. She wasn’t as willing to let Brian work things out at his own pace or coax him with helpful questions. Brian was stressed and anxious all day. He missed a few things that felt obvious in hindsight and couldn’t eat the chicken and spaghetti he brought for lunch. By the end of the day he was convinced he’d have to get a job on Andrew’s construction crew because clearly he wasn’t cut out to be a doctor.
He was grabbing his satchel to go home when Michael came in for a late shift.
“Hey, how was today?”
“Busy,” Brian said. “Three car pile up on the freeway. No big traumas, though. Nail through a guy’s hand. The usual flus and headaches.”
Michael frowned. “Everything okay? You seem down.”
He wasn’t wrong. The day had started so amazingly, even if it had mostly been just because Andrew snored with these little growly puffs that were so bloody cute, and he’d looked super adorable with their cat nestled against his chest. They should have called in sick so Brian could take photos of his boys all day.
“Nah. Well, I had Compton today.”
“That explains it. Do you still have a position here?”
Brian nodded miserably.
“Then you did well.” Michael patted his shoulder. “Trust me. I’ve worked in Belfast, London, Sydney and Melbourne, and she still threatened to fire me my first day. It’s all relative.”
That made Brian smile, but what really curved his lips up was the thought that he got to go home now. Andrew would be there, they would kiss and maybe get their dicks out and play with them for a bit.
“Now he’s blushing,” Michael murmured. “It wasn’t that big a compliment.”
Laughing and trying to cover his cheeks, Brian hurried out. He checked his phone on his way to the car. There were messages from Carly, making sure he and Andrew hadn’t killed each other yet and reminding him he was welcome at her place any time, so long it was only for a couple of nights. One from James to him, Andrew and Troy about setting up a day to try on suits. Troy’s response was simply, ‘you know my sched dude.’ Andrew’s was, ‘weekend please.’ Brian sent, ‘ditto A,’ and then checked the next message. From Andrew, it was just a winky face. Which made his insides squirm in glee.
By the time he got home, he was almost bursting out of his skin with need to see Andrew. He was nervous too, because what if Andrew had changed his mind? What if yesterday’s lust and passion had fizzled already?
Andrew was on the couch when he got home, with Schrody on his lap, watching the news. He looked over when Brian came into the kitchen from the garage and the smile that lit up his face made Brian feel like he could go out and kill dragons.
“Hi.” Which sounded silly all of a sudden.
“Hey.”
They couldn’t stop looking at each other, Brian’s grin matching Andrew’s. This was stupid. Sex shouldn’t have changed this much between them, surely. But it had and Brian had to keep the kitchen counter between him and Andrew to stop himself from charging over there and picking up where they left off last night.
“Good day?” he asked as he peered into the fridge.
“Not bad. We’re a day behind now so Ron’s even crankier. We’re all just keeping our heads down and working as fast as we can.”
“Don’t they account for bad weather in the schedules?” Brian poured himself a glass of cold water, grabbed his uneaten lunch and finally sat next to Andrew.
“Yeah, but Ron prides himself on bringing builds in quicker than anyone else. Aren’t you going to heat that up?”
“It’s good cold. He sounds needlessly annoying.”
Andrew laughed. “Isn’t any annoyingness needless?”
“No. I can be annoying but I’m cute doing it.”
“Yeah, you are.” Andrew’s voice had lowered and gone husky.
A shiver went down Brian’s spine. This time, the only thing keeping him from jumping on Andrew was a mouthful of food and a belly that had decided it was ready to be full. He scoffed down his spaghetti double time.
“Don’t eat so fast,” Andrew admonished.
“Hungry.”
“Was your hardarse doctor as hard or arsey as you thought?”
“Yes,” Brian said sourly. “Twice as, even.” He spent twenty minutes recounting every moment of stress and trial from just one day with Compton. When he was scraping the bottom of his empty container, he realised Andrew had asked in order to slow down his eating.
“Tricky,” he muttered, but didn’t feel overstuffed when he took the container to the kitchen.
Andrew followed him to get a fresh drink and when Brian turned back around from the sink, Andrew stepped up to him and touched his chin.
“You have sauce, right there.”
Brian stretched his tongue out to get it, brushing the tip of Andrew’s finger. Andrew sucked in a sharp breath and a second later, they were kissing. He should never have doubted the heat from last night. The connection sizzled and Brian had to grab Andrew’s shoulders to keep from wobbling. Andrew’s arms went around his waist, hauling Brian right up against him.
It felt so good. Andrew was all hard planes and firm hands, with soft lips and a very insistent tongue. Brian let it in and his stomach trembled as it stroked his own. Then Andrew gripped his waist and lifted.
Gasping in surprise, Brian wrapped his arms around Andrew’s neck. His arse was set down on the countertop a moment later and Andrew pressed against his knees.
“Let me,” Andrew moaned.
Without thought, Brian spread his legs and Andrew slid in between them so they were pressed chest to chest again. Kissing resumed, deeper and more possessive. Brian dragged his fingers through Andrew’s hair, tilted his head and delved further into his mouth. Every single moan and whine he made, Brian caught and held, doing everything he could to make more. Somehow, Brian’s legs ended up hooked up over Andrew’s hips, his ankles locked together at his arse. Andrew pushed his groin into him, his hard cock rubbing deliciously over Brian’s dick, balls and a bit lower when he hitched his thighs up a bit higher.
Oh god. The epic wank came back to him in high definition picture and sensation. The ticklish thrill of playing with his hole and the power of his orgasm with his finger inside himself. Brian whimpered and shoved himself harder at Andrew’s dick.
“Jesus,” Andrew gasped. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
“Trying to get your pants to dissolve so your dick can come out and play.”
“Good grief, I’ve created a monster.”
Brian shook his head. “No. Just unleashed it.”
“And somehow, I don’t care.” Andrew kiss
ed him some more.
Within the next couple of minutes, both of their pants were opened and their underwear shoved down enough to expose hard, hot cocks. Brian wrapped them up together in one hand and Andrew’s strangled groan at the sensation was only drowned out by his own. He simply held them tight, thumb stroking up and down their shafts.
“Why does that feel so good?” Andrew panted.
“Don’t analyse, just enjoy.”
Andrew laughed. “Yes, Dr. Stagliano.”
His title in Andrew’s low, rough voice was an aphrodisiac all on its own and Brian shuddered. He started stroking up and down them, brushing his thumb over their crowns when he got to the top. Andrew’s breathing got unsteady and he pressed his face into Brian’s neck, pleading with him to never stop. Brian didn’t know if he could, or even if he could keep going until the end. It was already too much. So many jolts and shots of pleasure riffling up and down his dick, through his balls and taint. His belly quivered and his thighs trembled. Both of them were leaking and he used that to slick his hand’s passage.
“Gonna come,” Andrew warned.
“Do it.”
Shaking his head, Andrew ground out. “Messy.”
“Don’t care. Come for me.”
He did a moment later, muffling a shout in Brian’s chest as he shot hot, thick streaks over Brian’s hand and shirt. Brian’s whole body jerked at the sight and scent and sound. He’d always liked his own come but had discovered he rather liked Andrew’s as well. Didn’t mind getting it on himself, or the smell or feel. Would he like the taste of it?
While Andrew shivered against his shoulder, Brian lifted his hand and very tentatively touched his tongue to a streak of come. Salty and earthy and it made his cock kick and his balls tighten.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Andrew swooped in and kissed him, his tongue pushing in and lapping at Brian’s, as if seeking the flavour of himself.
Brian felt shaky and far too aroused to be coherent. He had Andrew’s come in his mouth and he was so okay with that it was scary. Andrew was also very okay with that, and with taking charge as Brian reeled. He kissed his way down Brian’s neck and over his white and blue checked button down, gently guiding Brian to lie back. They had to shove a few containers aside on the counter so Brian could stretch out, but when he was, Andrew shoved his shirt up, exposing his belly and ribs. Andrew covered them with kisses and licks and nips, working his way downwards.
Oh. Oh, was he? Brian didn’t dare hope so he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his arms up over his head so he wouldn’t be tempted to try to direct Andrew’s course. It didn’t matter because the most amazing thing happened a moment later.
Andrew’s lips grazed the head of Brian’s rock hard cock and Brian sucked in a startled breath. And another when Andrew kissed down his shaft and, after a second’s hesitation, nuzzled into his pubic hair.
“Ugh, I must smell of sweat.”
“Whatever. I like it.” Andrew took another breath, then licked his dick some more, like it was a big lollipop. It was working. Working very well.
Brian writhed, lifting and shifting his legs restlessly as lightning coiled in his balls and the base of his shaft, building up a heroic charge. He gripped the edge of the counter behind him, needing something solid to hang on to, especially when Andrew got bold enough to open his mouth and engulf his cock head.
“Shit, oh fuck, Andrew!”
Andrew chuckled around his fucking dick and it felt like Brian’s whole body was chuckling, but in a really bloody aroused way. Which turned into a deep thrum in his veins as Andrew drew him in further and further and then pulled back, sucking as he went. Brian was voiceless. His mouth was open but nothing was coming out. He was barely getting enough air in, breaths coming in short pants, like he was going to give birth or something. Then Andrew cupped his balls and rolled them.
Brian’s toes curled and a soft keen escaped. “Yes,” he managed. “Yes, please. Please. Yes.”
Pulling all the way off, Andrew laughed and moved up to kiss him. Brian could barely return it, too focused on the heat gathering in his nuts.
“Is it okay?” Brian asked shakily. “Do I taste all right? Do you wanna stop?”
Andrew smirked. “You taste great and I don’t want to stop.” To prove it, he disappeared from Brian’s field of vision and his mouth returned to where it had been and double-timed his sucking bobs.
It didn’t take long after that. Brian pressed a hand over his mouth to keep the debauched noises in and to keep from commanding Andrew to finger his hole. He didn’t need it, even if he wanted it, and sure enough, the pressure hit breaking point when Andrew sucked up hard and squeezed his balls at the same time.
The orgasm felt like it went forever, rocking through him in waves that slowly ebbed, leaving him a pile of wrecked bones on the countertop.
“You okay?” Andrew asked what could have been seconds or hours later.
Brian mustered up a dazed, “Yeah.”
A kiss was pressed to his slack lips and then Andrew started tucking his spent dick away and doing up his pants. With a monumental effort, Brian lifted his head and looked down his body.
“Where’s my come?”
Andrew grimaced. “I swallowed it.”
That expression wasn’t comforting. “Was it not good?”
“It was all right, but I wasn’t going to let you come in my mouth.” He gestured around them. “Then I thought, this is the kitchen. I didn’t want to really mess it up like that.”
Brian stared at him, then let his head flop back down. “Next time, swallow because you mean it, dork.”
Andrew grabbed Brian’s wrists and hauled him up to sitting. He leaned in and kissed him. “Next time, I will.”
“Good.” Brian licked into his mouth, not finding what he wanted.
“I washed my mouth out,” Andrew confessed. “You’ve been out of it for a couple of minutes you know.”
“Yeah, well, are you sure you’ve never done that before?” He tried for some accusation but barely found some grumpy. He had so many happy chemicals swirling through him right then it was a wonder he wasn’t singing about puppies and rainbows.
“Pretty sure I would remember doing that, and no, I haven’t. Are you sure you’ve had a blowjob before? You seemed really . . . surprised for a lot of it.”
“It’s not my first time. Just surprised you did it. And how good you were. Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Andrew shrugged and pulled him off the counter, then held him up when his legs quivered. “I just did what I like feeling.”
Brian considered that, then sighed. “Your reasoning is sound.”
“Think you might want to try it yourself?”
“I suppose. Your dick’s smaller than mine, should be easier.” Brian pulled away and headed for the stairs.
“Thicker. Yours is thicker. Mine’s longer!” Andrew called after him.
About to retort, Brian was stopped by a knock at the door.
“Hello?” A woman’s voice, and familiar.
Brian spun around, wide-eyed, and checked the kitchen for signs of sex. Andrew brushed past him, whispering, “I cleaned up while you were zonked.”
“Tell her to go away,” Brian hissed. He wanted to prove to Andrew about whose cock was easier to blow.
“I can hear you two,” their visitor said, sounding amused. “What’s thicker and what’s longer?”
“Oh shit,” Andrew growled and while Brian sprinted upstairs, he went to the door and opened it. “Hello, Simone.”
“What are you doing here?” Andrew asked dumbly as his sister squeezed past him with her camera bag and a midsized roller suitcase.
“Passing through, mostly. Didn’t mum tell you I was coming?” She heaved her big camera bag onto the single chair closest to her, parked the suitcase beside it and dropped onto the couch. “I’m exhausted.”
Simone was only a year older than him and they’d been mistaken for twins a lot growing up since they’d always bee
n similar in size. She was blond like him, though her hair was currently artificially lightened to white-blond with streaks that went from black-purple at her scalp through all the shades in between to end in pale pink. It was long enough to reach her butt.
She looked around curiously. “Didn’t I hear Brian before?”
Andrew scowled at the staircase. Lucky bastard escaped before he could. “He got home from work not long ago. Wanted a shower.”
His sister shrugged. “How are you doing? Mum told me you got given the all clear.” She bounced up and caught him in a hug. “I’m so proud of you. Though you could have told me yourself.”
Andrew huffed as she thumped his back and hoped like hell he didn’t smell of come, his clothes or his breath. “Sorry. It’s just that I never know if you’ve got coverage or not. You could call or message me, too, you know.”
“Meh. What am I going to tell you? On another trip through Kakadu. Hope I see a crocodile.” She rolled her eyes.
Simone was a freelance photographer currently working for several different travel companies. She was slowly gaining a name for herself in scenic and wildlife photography, which to look at her right now with her on-trend hair, designer jeans, strappy heels and silk blouse, seemed unlikely. But Simone had absolutely no issues with hiking boots, big hats, flies and trekking through swamps to get a picture of a butterfly in flight perfectly reflected in a pool of still water. She’d won a national nature photography award for that one.
“Want a drink?” Andrew asked.
“Water. I’ve only had coffee all day.” She trailed him into the kitchen and leaned right where Brian had been splayed out minutes ago. “Mum really didn’t tell you I was coming? I asked her to message you this morning when she dropped me off for my flight to Melbourne.” Their parents were in Adelaide for mum’s work.
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