The New Normal

by L. J. Hayward

  “Elle. She’s just checking in.”

  Since the day of the suit fittings, Brian hadn’t spoken much to their friends. He’d accepted Troy’s, James’s and Elle’s apologies, told them he was okay, but didn’t feel like going out much. Andrew had been better at keeping in touch with them but he’d stayed home with Brian more than he’d gone out to meet them. Brian was getting closer to feeling comfortable about it and promised he would be part of the bachelor party the following weekend.

  “Did you tell her about work?” Brian removed a drowsy cat and laid his own head on Andrew’s leg, the cat now on his chest.

  “A bit. Not everything.”

  “That’s cool. So, what did head office have to say?”

  Andrew put his phone down and carded his fingers through Brian’s hair. “Apparently, there was a confrontation after I left. Sam saw me go off with Vaughn, of course, and when I left straight after getting back, he said some things that got some of the others offside. They wouldn’t tell me what exactly but I guess it was about me and Vaughn being gay together. Head office said Sam then made some accusations about me being inappropriate at work, so they have to investigate.”

  “That’s why Terri said she’s on your side.”

  “Yeah. I called her today and she told me all about it. From what she said, I think Sam’s lost his job, no matter what comes of the investigation. He apparently nearly punched a couple of the guys.”

  “Wow.”

  “Terri said his wife wants a divorce so he’s in a bad place.”

  “Doesn’t really excuse him lying about you or punching people.”

  “No. Anyway, home office doesn’t want me working with that crew for a while. If I want to work, I have to join a Brisbane build.”

  Brian sat up, dislodging Schrody, who hissed at him, then trotted off, tail high, puckered butt on full display. Ignoring that, Brian turned and faced Andrew. “Brisbane? Really?” Where Eliot of the Hickey was. Brian had never forgotten that name.

  “I need to keep working, so yeah.”

  “How will you get there?”

  Andrew shrugged. “Train, I guess. I could go up Monday morning, see if I can stay with someone through the week, come back on—”

  “No.” It was simple. That was not happening. Not if Eliot offered to have Andrew stay with him. “You’ll take the Jag.”

  Andrew checked his forehead. “Nope. Not feverish.”

  Brian brushed his hand off. “You will take the Jag. Either drop me off first or I’ll get an Uber. I can’t not have you at home every night.”

  “I love you,” Andrew whispered.

  “I know.”

  After a moment, Andrew cracked up. “Did you just Han Solo me?”

  “He is the greatest.”

  “Greatest what?”

  “Everything. No, wait. Not the greatest father. No one in that galaxy is.”

  They discussed parenting in the Star Wars universe while preparing dinner, deciding Yoda was a good grandfather figure and Obi Wan a good father figure and that it was a pity they didn’t actually reproduce. As they ate side by side on the couch, Brian told Andrew Michael’s story about his brother.

  “So, what you’re saying is I shouldn’t let Sam . . . or Vaughn bother me?” Andrew asked sceptically.

  “No. Well, yeah, maybe. I mean they’re epic arseholes so of course they’re going to be bothersome, but maybe try not to let them dictate how you should be.” Brian glanced at Andrew’s still questioning expression. “Or something like that.”

  “Are you worried they’ve put me off wanting a homosexual relationship with you?”

  “No!” It was a bit too emphatic to be totally believable, but before Brian could cover himself, Andrew was kissing him. Very definitely kissing him. When he stopped, Brian was woozy and breathless, staring at Andrew’s wicked smile while his cock swelled to the point of nearly busting his underwear.

  “Trust me,” Andrew whispered. “They could never change how I felt about you one single iota.”

  Half an hour later, with three of Andrew’s fingers playing his prostate like an electric drum hooked up to every nerve in his body, Brian believed him completely. They needed to forget everything else and just be perfect on their own.

  “Tonight,” Brian said the next morning after Andrew got off the phone with head office.

  He’d agreed to work in Brisbane until things with Sam were sorted but wouldn’t start up there until Monday. Brian wanted to take advantage of their three uninterrupted days together.

  “Tonight what?” Andrew got off the couch and took their breakfast bowls to the kitchen. It had been a late breakfast, considering they hadn’t gone to sleep until very late and slept in until Schrody’s petulant yowls coaxed them out into the world.

  Brian held up a finger and made a tunnel with his other hand. As Andrew watched, he put the single finger through the hole.

  “Idiot.” Andrew ran water in the sink. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I nearly suggested it last night.”

  “I’m surprised you didn’t.”

  “Well, you did that thing with your fingers and mouth and I came, so . . .”

  Andrew laughed. “Okay, we’ll try tonight.”

  Brian was a bundle of nervous energy right up to lunch, which was late, thanks to the late breakfast. He did the dishes to make Andrew happy, then pulled off his shirt and climbed onto Andrew’s lap and started proceedings. He figured it was the p.m., lunch was done, he could start getting that cock inside him. Andrew’s only condition was that they go upstairs before it got too far.

  Impatient and naked, Brian threw himself onto their bed—it had stopped being just Andrew’s a couple of weeks back—and watched as Andrew slowly stripped.

  “I don’t know if I hate or love this.” Brian stroked himself as Andrew’s incredible body was revealed bit by bit. He hadn’t gotten tired of looking at it, or wanting to touch it, or having it under him, over him, or anywhere around him.

  Down to his blue boxer-briefs, which tented impressively, Andrew leaned over and kissed him. “You love it.”

  “Yeah. Now hurry up and finish it.”

  “Keep your knickers on . . . oh, too late.”

  Brian shoved him away and, laughing, Andrew got the lube—familiar—and a condom—new to them together—from a drawer. The crinkle of the foil packet sent a ripple of excitement and apprehension through Brian. All of his research had gravely warned him this was going to hurt. Not too bad if the person behind the dick was cautious, though. He had no doubt Andrew would be super careful but still, he wasn’t sure about the pain. Pain was very subjective. “Not too bad” for the dude writing the book might be “oh my fucking god I’m splitting in two” for someone else.

  Andrew wriggled out of his undies, giving Brian a wonderful show of his arse flexing, then lay down beside him. He reached up and smoothed the skin between Brian’s brows.

  “You sure?” he asked again.

  He nodded.

  “I’m not going to hurt you. The second you look uncomfortable or say stop, it stops, okay?”

  “I think it’s going to be uncomfortable regardless,” Brian admitted. He hadn’t wanted to bring up any negatives for fear of Andrew shooting down the whole idea. “But then it gets good. Like, really good. Some people can come just from prostate manipulation, no hand on dick at all.”

  Andrew’s smile was slow and seductive. “I think that’d take practice.”

  “Probably.” Brian pulled him down and kissed him.

  They didn’t stop kissing for a long time. Andrew slid over him, his body pressing Brian into the mattress so perfectly he almost didn’t need anything more. But then Andrew got his feet between Brian’s and spread his legs. With a groan, Brian lifted his legs and cradled Andrew between his thighs. He loved this position. Loved holding Andrew this way, and not only because it put their dicks right up against each other’s. It also felt protective, like he was shielding Andrew, giving him somewhere safe
to be while he lost control. And it had been sexy as all fuck when he saw it in the porn they watched.

  “You are so amazing,” Andrew moaned, lips sliding along Brian’s jaw to his ear and the sensitive lobe.

  “Takes one to know one.”

  Andrew chuckled and sucked that lobe into his mouth. Brian bucked and his toes curled. Knees coming up for better leverage, Andrew started thrusting over him, powering their cocks together.

  “You feel so good,” Brian gasped.

  How did more guys not do this? Two dicks sliding and rubbing together just felt incredible. Pinned so tightly between their bodies, feeling each throb of Andrew’s cock against his own made him pulse in response, which would feed back into Andrew and it all turned into an endless, eager call and response cycle. The way their balls touched, rolling over each other, was just as erotic and hot. Andrew had worried at first that he wasn’t giving Brian as much stimulation as he was getting. Brian had assured him that wasn’t the case. The one ball might not have been as heavy as two, but it felt incredibly good and that was all that mattered. The whole act was intensely intimate, especially when Andrew looked into his eyes and shared how the sensation of Brian’s body made him feel all the same things.

  Andrew left Brian’s earlobe alone and nibbled along the underside of his jaw. “Can’t get enough of you. I could do this all day.” He rolled his hips, shifting their dicks into new positions with new vibrations.

  Brian groaned and his knees dropped to the sides, giving Andrew more room to move. “Don’t tempt me. Oh god. That. More of that.” He slapped his hands over Andrew’s arse and held on as his body writhed involuntarily.

  The sound Andrew made was wordless but emphatically positive and he rocked harder and rougher. “Jesus, Brian.” He slammed his mouth back on Brian’s and all but devoured him. Then he was moving down Brian’s chest, kissing and licking and murmuring about how good he tasted and felt and how hot and sexy Brian was.

  Brian kept touching Andrew, on his shoulders and arms and in his hair when his mouth closed over Brian’s cock and immediately started sucking and bobbing. Before Brian had even wrapped his rapidly emptying head around that, cool, slick fingers circled his hole gently. He hissed and his hips jerked, thrusting deeper into Andrew’s mouth and losing contact with his fingers.

  “Sensitive,” he gasped when Andrew popped off his cock to look worriedly at him. “Good sensitive. Keep going.”

  Andrew had proven to be very good at multitasking and he not only got his mouth going at the same as he played with Brian’s hole, but he also had his thumb massaging Brian’s taint as well. There were so many amazing feels all coming from the same general area that Brian lost all comprehension. However, it all coalesced into a single point of intensity when that first finger pressed in.

  He had trained himself to readily accept it and Andrew pumped it in and out, still sucking his dick, until Brian asked for the second, then the third. They’d done this almost nightly for a week or so and it wasn’t just Brian getting off on it.

  “So fucking hot,” Andrew moaned, twisting his wrist and watching his fingers move inside Brian. The previous night he’d become so excited from looking, it had taken only a couple of strokes on his cock for him to come.

  Brian was panting and clutching at the top sheet, tipping back and forth between I-can-barely-stand-it ecstasy and I-need-more frustration. The feel of being stretched and rubbed and filled up was everything he’d ever dreamed it would be and he almost didn’t believe it could get better than this.

  “Fuck this,” Brian gasped out. “Now. Let’s do this now. Please. I’m ready.” Emotionally and physically.

  Andrew teased his prostate again. “If you’re absolutely positive.”

  Almost crying from the shots of fire racing up his spine and through his cock, Brian whimpered and nodded.

  Andrew kissed him as he removed his fingers. “Stop if it hurts, promise me.”

  “I will, I swear.” Brian pushed at his shoulders until Andrew rolled to his back. Grabbing the condom, Brian got up and straddled his thighs. “Need you so badly.” He sounded whiney but didn’t care. Andrew needed to hear just how fucking desperate Brian was for him. Needed to know he was the one who made Brian this hungry.

  Brian opened the packet and rolled the condom down Andrew’s cock. All of his joking aside about size, he was a little bit apprehensive. This organ was wider and way longer than Andrew’s fingers, though the anticipation of how deep Brian would feel it made his dick ache and leak. He drizzled on a lot of lube and smeared it up and down Andrew’s shaft, reaching behind to work more into himself as well.

  “Lube is key,” he muttered.

  Andrew laughed. “I hope the dick plays a part as well.”

  “A minor one. Today, the part of immobile phallus will be played by Andrew’s dick.”

  “It’ll do its best,” Andrew said gravely.

  Then Brian shifted into a crouch and moved over him. Both Sean and his book had said that Brian needed to be in control, and that crouching wasn’t just good for an effective bowel movement, but for things going in as well. Andrew had clamped his hands over his ears when Brian read that part out to him, but he hadn’t been as fascinated by the biological mechanisms as Brian.

  Carefully, Brian held Andrew’s cock and pressed himself down. The pressure was good, like Andrew playing, just more solid. Then with a conscious relaxation of his anal muscles, the head popped into him.

  “Oh.”

  Andrew, lying incredibly still, hands on Brian’s calves, sucked in a sudden breath. “Good oh?” he asked warily.

  “Undecided oh.” Brian frowned. This was definitely more than some fingers, but he couldn’t work out if it was good or uncomfortable or just new. It stung but that was fading the longer he stayed there.

  “You’ve gone soft.” Andrew sounded a bit more worried.

  “Yup. It’s okay. Dick’s just sad it’s not the main feature anymore.”

  “Should we—” Andrew cut off with a deep groan as Brian moved down further on him. “Feels amazing.”

  “Good for you.” Brian panted, which he supposed was only right. None of this would go much further if Andrew didn’t stay hard. And holy moly was he hard. The sting had come back but the growing pressure inside him overrode it and Brian was thinking more was better.

  Another effort and he took one more inch of Andrew’s cock. It was starting to feel more weird than painful, like his body wasn’t sure if it needed to reject this intruder, or just wait and see what it did. Waiting got it another inch of hard flesh and when Brian shifted to ease his thighs, it was enough to brush over his prostate.

  “Oh fuck.” His spine arched as a jolt of pure electricity rolled up him, his balls throbbed and his dick suddenly filled again.

  “Jesus. I felt that.” Andrew’s voice was ragged and his hands moved to Brian’s hips, fingers digging in. He carefully didn’t try to move him, just held on as he shook as well.

  “That’s it,” Brian gasped. “That’s what I came for. I’m gonna love this.”

  Andrew’s chuckle was breathless. “Good for you.”

  “No talking from you. You’re just the cock in this scenario.” With a moan he actively relaxed and took even more inside. One more go and his balls touched Andrew’s skin.

  At last, Brian had a cock inside him and all of his concerns about whether that made him gay or bi or just not straight flew out of his head. It didn’t matter in the long run. The only important and necessary label he needed was “Andrew’s.” He was Andrew’s and Andrew was his.

  Andrew was breathless and speechless and absolutely mindless with lust and love. Brian looked so glorious above him. Bottom lip between his teeth as he concentrated, focused so totally inward that it was like he was alone in the room. As if yes, Andrew was just there for his dick. He didn’t mind at all, because this was what Brian wanted, what he’d been diligently working towards for weeks now. And Andrew was all too happy to give him anything he
wanted.

  It was all bonus that it felt so bloody good. His cock was in heaven, encased in tight heat, and the visuals were making it hard to keep from moving. The image of his dick disappearing into Brian’s body was powerful, different to when it was sliding between his lips or when it was Andrew’s fingers twisting and stretching. Andrew felt this so much more strongly, like when they were deep into frottage and he was wrapped around Brian and they seemed to be moving separately and yet together.

  “I think I gotta move,” Brian said.

  “You do you, sweetheart. Anything you want.”

  “Hold me.” He put his hands over Andrew’s and held them to his hips, then slowly rolled them.

  “Yes.” Andrew’s arch was involuntary, the spike of ecstasy sizzling through him from groin to throat.

  Over him Brian groaned and panted, then repeated the move. “Andrew, Andrew. You feel so fucking good. Why didn’t we do this sooner?”

  “Because it wouldn’t have felt this good then.” Andrew propped himself up on one elbow and hooked a hand around the back of Brian’s neck, bringing them together for a kiss. The change in positions sent new waves of pleasure through him, adding to the pure bliss of kissing this amazing man. “Love you, so much. Thank you for being with me like this.”

  Brian whimpered and pressed into his mouth harder, deeper. “Only you, Andrew. Only ever you.”

  They kissed and kissed and then Brian pulled away. “Andrew?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I think I need you to take over. It’s so . . . it’s almost too much. Can you . . .?”

  Andrew could have come right then, but he forced it away. “Sure. Stay right there.” He pulled his legs up, knees bent and feet braced. Brian made little whining noises and planted his hands on the mattress on either side of his head. Andrew put his hands back on Brian’s hips and thrust.

  “Oh god.” Brian’s whole body shuddered.

  Andrew did it again, and again, fascinated with the response he got from Brian. The way his spine curled and his head tossed back, exposing his throat. His dick was firm again, leaking onto Andrew’s belly. One hand still on Brian’s hip, holding him steady, Andrew touched him with the other. That arched neck, the straining shoulders, his peaked nipples. He ran his palm over Brian’s belly and down to grip his cock.