by Tami Veldura
“Shit, Scott.” Brennan arched, his breath shuddering. “Please. Something. Anything. Everything.”
“Hmm, that’s a pretty broad request.” Scott sat up, rocking against Brennan’s groin. “I could tie you up. No… maybe I’ll suck you off?”
“Guh,” offered Brennan.
“Perhaps I’ll leave you hard while I come on your beautiful chest.” Scott raked his fingers hard down Brennan’s pecs and abs, scratching through the hair.
“Fuck. Me.”
“Is that what you want?” Scott leaned up to cup Brennan’s cheek. “Do you crave my cock deep inside your body, filling you, spreading you open?” Scott guided one of Brennan’s hands to his shaft, directing a slow, tight pull. “Are you aching for this rod in your hole?”
Brennan’s hand on his cock spasmed tighter. “Yes. Please, yes. Hurry.”
Scott levered himself up to his feet. “Lose the pants.” He gathered supplies while Brennan did so, stripping jeans and boxers in record time. His cock stood up straight from his groin, throbbing and ready. Brennan fisted his hands in the covers again. “Touch yourself.”
“I’m gonna come if I touch myself.” Brennan shot him a narrow-eyed look. One that said he would do it if Scott wanted. He’d touch himself and hold back for as long as he could, and he’d enjoy the struggle the whole time.
Scott leaned over and kissed him hard. “We’ll play that game,” he promised. “But not today. Knees up.” Scott sheathed himself, then coated his fingers with lube. He circled one finger around Brennan’s dusky hole, rubbing across with his knuckle, then twisting his finger a single joint deep. Brennan was tight, but he bore down, letting his body open to Scott’s probe. Scott worked him up to two fingers, then three.
“Enough, I’m ready.”
Scott kissed the inside of his knee. “You’re impatient. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Brennan pressed his cock forward with one thumb, showing off the slick precum as it pulsed from his slit. “We are so far past impatient.”
Scott slid a fourth finger inside Brennan’s body. At the same time, he snaked his tongue out and laved across the head of Brennan’s cock. He tasted divine, and the urgent way his body bucked made Scott laugh darkly.
Brennan stared hard at the ceiling. “Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy—”
Scott leaned up and barked a laugh. “Are you saying an Our Father right before I fuck you?”
“I have a very Catholic grandmother, she’s ninety-three and would be mortally appalled at this behavior.”
“Because we’re gay?”
“Because we’re fucking before marriage,” he said flatly. Scott wasn’t entirely sure if it was a joke. “I’m saying an Our Father to keep from creaming your face.”
Scott grinned wolfishly. “Mmm, sounds hot.”
Brennan’s eyes swiftly met the ceiling again. “Our Father, who art in—”
Scott held his cock steady and pressed himself in. Brennan sucked air through his teeth, a gasp and clenching resistance all at once. “Let me in, babe.” Scott rubbed down Brennan’s leg and up his cock.
Brennan grabbed his hand tightly and held it off his body. “Too much. Too close. Fuck me, Scott. Do it. Hurry.”
He hurried. Scott grabbed Brennan’s hip for leverage and jerked their bodies together. Brennan’s ass closed around him, tight, squeezing. Scott huffed a quick breath, and when Brennan whispered “Yes,” he began to thrust. Their connection was deep and every hard impact of hips to ass drove a hissing breath through Brennan’s teeth. The teasing and lead-up had done its job. Scott wasn’t going to last, and Brennan was already on the edge. The heat and potential coiled up in Scott’s balls. Pressure built, harder than he’d ever felt it. He fell to one hand on the mattress, the other he pressed to Brennan’s cock.
“Come while I’m in you.” He gasped. “Make me finish. Milk me.”
Brennan’s eyes rolled up, and his body bucked. Brennan’s cock throbbed and clenched. Brennan came in a great pulse, spewing over his own chest once, twice, again. The next clench was the end for Scott. He seated himself hard and poured into the condom. Their bodies jerked out of sync, triggering each other with aftershocks. Hot and cold rippled in Scott’s body. He grunted involuntarily. Scott shook as he lowered himself to his elbows, hips still jittering. He gasped, finding it hard to swallow. “Goddamn,” he breathed. “Brennan… shit.”
“Yeah,” Brennan agreed. His palm fell lightly onto Scott’s lower back. “Yeah.”
Scott pulled himself free and collapsed to one side. It took several minutes for their bodies to settle. Brennan dropped his hand down to Scott’s and held it tight.
“You are something amazing.” The self-consciousness that had been absent during their tryst came back in full force, and Scott blushed. Brennan laughed hard and loud. “How can you be embarrassed about a compliment when you were just dirty-talking me to climax?”
Scot snorted his laughter into Brennan’s arm, but the heat in his cheeks didn’t fade.
Outside the bedroom, Lexi fussed, then began to cry.
“Whoops,” said Brennan. “Too loud. Sorry.”
Scott punched his shoulder. “Go clean up, I’ll get her.” He trashed the condom and groped at the pile of clothing. Brennan rolled to his feet, then disappeared inside the bathroom. Scott discovered Brennan’s boxers first. At least modest, he fetched Lexi from her crib. She didn’t want to be up and was upset that they’d woken her. Scott held her against his chest and rocked, humming a tuneless nothing to calm her down. A few minutes later, she was down to sniffles instead of cries, and Brennan emerged from the bedroom with a towel around his waist.
“Mm, that’s where my boxers went.” He held his hands out for Lexi.
Scott passed his daughter to him, watching as Brennan rocked on his feet across the room. When he turned back, Scott just shook his head at the picture they made. His daughter, settling down in the arms of a man Scott was pretty sure he already loved.
Brennan rocked Lexi all the way to Scott’s side, then leaned over and kissed his cheek when he turned around. “I want more of this,” he said.
He didn’t just mean the incredible sex. It was dinner, conversation, Lexi, and their date on the ice rink. It was family and future, everything Scott desired and more. Scott read it all in those simple five words, unsure how his swelling heart could stay contained in his chest. “Me too,” he said, throat a bit tight with longing. “I want all of this. I want you.”
“Then I’m yours.” Brennan leaned close to kiss him, pinning Lexi between them.
Scott’s butterflies settled for the first time. Christmas was more than decorations and parties. He didn’t want a big tree full of tinsel or a huge pile of gifts. The family Scott had always needed was right here in his arms, and he would never let them go.
TAMI VELDURA is an enby/aro/ace author of queer fiction. Hir pronouns are sie/hir/Mx. Sie loves romance, fantasy, science fiction, and paranormal stories that push genre limits. Sie lives in California where sie writes full-time, which means procrastinating as often as possible with video games. Dragons fascinate hir, a consistent schedule eludes hir, and sie makes a terrible housewife—just ask Mr. Veldura.
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By Tami Veldura
A Gift of Family
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Published December 2017
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