by GA Hauser
Julian spread his legs wide, smiling greedily.
With both hands pressed beside Julian on the bed, Brodie pushed himself up quickly so he was kneeling, straddling Julian’s thighs. Tearing open a condom, Brodie slid it on. Julian watched the act. Smearing some lube on himself, Brodie backed off Julian’s legs. “How do you want it?”
In reply Julian lay flat on his back, bending his knees. Moving between Julian’s legs, Brodie raised one at a time to rest on his shoulders. “Want me to jerk you off?”
“No. I want to come in you.”
Brodie smiled wickedly. “Good.” Pushing inside Julian’s body, Brodie hissed out a breath at the intensity of the tightness surrounding him. Moving slowly until he was completely enveloped, Brodie stilled himself, savoring the union. Julian began pushing up and down, as if it was too good not to. Opening his eyes, not realizing he had closed them, Brodie stared down at Julian’s swollen cock, his tight ripped abdomen, and rounded chest. Gently Brodie began moving in and out. With each stroke his body covered with chills. Julian had splayed his arms out beside him, resting them on the bed, closing his eyes, his head tilted into the pillow.
With each thrust of Brodie’s hips, Julian’s cock elevated and bobbed. It was completely engorged and blushing in color. Brodie wished he could suck it at the same time as he screwed him, but that wasn’t physically possible. As he arched his back and clung onto Julian’s ankles, Brodie knew he couldn’t even reach his hand down to stroke it at the moment. As the climax drew near, Brodie opened his lips to inhale deeply. “I want to fuck you, fuck you,” he rumbled as he thrust, deeper, harder.
And to his delight, Julian responded in a low husky voice, “Fuck me, fuck me…”
It was the last push off the cliff. Brodie pressed as close to Julian’s body as he could, feeling his cock pulse and throb like mad. “Ah…” Brodie grunted, clamping his eyes shut tight. His head drooping forward, Brodie caught his breath. Taking a moment to recover, he finally opened his eyes to that loving smile. Pulling out, kissing Julian’s legs affectionately, Brodie allowed them to fall back to the bed.
~
Staring at Brodie, his proud posture, his dewy serious expression, Julian wondered if he had ever seen anything so beautiful in his life. Unable to prevent it, Julian grabbed his own dick and pulled on it several times, the craving gnawing at him.
Brodie seemed to wake from his dream. He tugged the rubber off with some difficulty, because he was still fully erect.
Julian couldn’t take his eyes off that engorged cock of his. “My turn,” Julian hissed seductively, feeling like a predatory cat.
Still panting from the excitement, Brodie whispered, “Where do you want me?”
“On. Your. Knees.” Julian ordered, pointing in front of him.
“Wow. Yes, sir!” Brodie’s cock twitched as he assumed the position.
With Brodie watching him from over his shoulder, Julian ran his hand over Brodie’s back and hips, savoring him, knowing they may be apart for a little while until things settled down in Seattle. Julian ran kisses over Brodie’s skin. Tasting the slight depression of his muscle on the outside of his upper thigh, Julian ran his tongue along it. As he licked Brodie’s tight left ass cheek, he teased Brodie’s dangling balls with his fingers. Brodie arched his back, moaning.
Julian reached for the condoms. Meeting Brodie’s eyes again as Brodie stretched his neck to watch, Julian made a show of smoothing lubrication on himself, running his hand up and down his own length. Brodie shivered visibly.
On his knees behind Brodie, Julian smoothed his hands over his waist and hips with a feather touch, as a cat torments its prey. He knew Brodie was waiting, wanting it. With slick hands, Julian pushed his index finger inside him. Brodie pushed back against his hand, getting it deeper. Gently moving in and out, Julian’s finger glided effortlessly.
“Christ, Julian, stop teasing me!”
Julian chuckled in amusement. He was waiting for Brodie to recover enough to give him another orgasm. His wait appeared to be over. Removing his finger, Julian set his cock on target, leaning over Brodie’s back, hugging him tight. With a tilt of his hips he slipped in. Brodie let out a low whimpering moan. As he penetrated to the root of his cock, Julian advanced both hands in the same direction, Brodie’s genitals. Reaching underneath, smearing silky lubrication all over his balls and shaft, Julian felt Brodie’s intake of air as his ribcage expanded under him. Once he had a good grip on Brodie’s cock, both palms holding him, Julian began pumping his hips in time with his fingers. And in sync, Brodie matched that rhythm. Feeling Brodie’s cock slide in his hands from the base to over the head of his penis, Julian lit on fire. The sweat building up between Julian’s chest and Brodie’s back, their gasping groans growing in intensity, Julian knew he was there. As his body jerked involuntarily deeper as he came, Julian felt Brodie’s length quiver under him and his hand fill with sticky heat. Slowing down, resting on Brodie’s back, Julian closed his eyes to savor the scent of sex, the warmth, the mingling of their perspiration. When he found the strength to sit back, pulling out, Brodie collapsed onto the bed.
Sitting on his heels, Julian slowed his breathing down, trying to recover from the intense bout. Managing to stand, rocking to gain his balance as the ship made him unsteady, Julian took Brodie’s spent condom with him to the bathroom to dispose of. He got rid of them both, washed his hands and relieved himself. Making his way back to the bed, he found Brodie had crawled under the blanket. Joining him, he hit the light switch on the headboard, creating total darkness. Snuggling up behind him, sniffing his neck, Julian whispered, “I love you, Brodie.”
“You too, babe.”
Letting go of a deep exhale, Julian fell fast asleep.
Chapter Fourteen
They ate breakfast before they packed. The crowd seemed slightly more anxious than normal as the end was nigh and their trip coming to a close.
Brodie ate his food in silence. They were both preoccupied by what was ahead. It seemed strange to dread it since they had agreed to live together, but there were so many unknowns to the plan perhaps it was too early to be too calm as well.
“More coffee?” Brodie offered from the carafe.
“Sure. One more.”
Pouring, Brodie smiled as he watched Julian shaking the packet of sugar into it. He’d remember how Julian liked it. One sugar, milky. That way when he woke up earlier than him, he could fix it for him and bring it to him in bed.
“Do you have to be at work tomorrow?” Julian asked as he stirred his cup.
“Yes. You?”
“Yes.”
Brodie nodded. “I gave you all my home info, right?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Brodie bit his lip. “Did you drive to the port?”
“No. We took a cab. What about you?”
“I parked near the terminal.”
Julian nodded.
“I can give you a lift home.”
“Okay. If you’re not too tired.”
“No. It’s on the way. I have to pass through downtown to get to the highway anyway.”
“All right.”
It was awkward. Why the hell is it awkward after the sex they had last night? Brodie wanted to mention it, but thought it may just be him who’s feeling that way.
“You okay?”
Instantly wondering if Julian was clairvoyant, Brodie met his eyes. “Uh.”
Julian tilted his head, as if asking the same thing again silently.
“No. Since you ask. I’m a nervous wreck.”
“Why? Both our parents know and have had time to digest it, and we’ve agreed to live together in my condo.”
“I know.”
“Are you having second thoughts?”
“No!” Brodie shouted, looking around in paranoia. “No,” he said calmly. “I just don’t want to wait.”
Laughing at the compliment, Julian sipped his coffee, his eyes shining.
“I want to be with you now. Tonight.
It sucks going back to my empty house, my empty bed.”
“I get it. I do.” Julian reached out his hand.
Brodie clasped it.
“But it’ll be temporary, Brodie. And if you want, move in while you sell the place.”
“Yeah?”
“Why not? I hate being around when realtors show it. And you have to keep it spotless. It’s a pain in the ass.”
“And not in a good way,” Brodie giggled.
“No. Not in a good way.”
“Okay. I feel better about that. That way it’s weeks not months.”
“What if you have to commute?”
Shrugging, Brodie replied, “So? I’ll commute. Millions of people do it.”
“I know. That’s why the freeways are so impossible.”
“Look, I consider it a small price to pay to come home to you at night.”
“Wow, that’s an amazing thing to say.”
Brodie squeezed his hand. “I mean it.”
“Good. Then there’s nothing to worry about, is there?”
Smiling brightly, Brodie said, “No. There isn’t.”
~
They had packed, giving their luggage to the porter to stow until they departed. As the boat left Vancouver for its final destination in Seattle, Julian stood on the deck watching as people waved to friends they made while onboard.
“It was a good trip, all in all.” Brodie’s view was aimed at the Vancouver skyline.
“Memorable, I can say that with conviction.”
Brodie gave Julian a sly look. “Yes, memorable.”
“One to tell the grandkids about.”
“Funny.”
“Come on, let’s get a drink.”
“I have to drive.”
“Non-alcoholic.” Julian found a vacant seat in the lounge. Half the passengers had disembarked in Canada so the place seemed empty.
The waitress approached them.
“I’ll have a cup of coffee,” Brodie ordered.
“Me too.”
When she left Brodie gave Julian a questioning tilt of the head. “You could have an Irish coffee.”
“I felt bad. I didn’t want to drink when you couldn’t.”
Brodie moved his leg to touch Julian’s. “So considerate. I can get used to that.”
“Hey, I’m a nice guy.”
“I know.”
The waitress brought them their coffee. “You have to pay cash, I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Oh!” Brodie remembered he had settled up the bill already. He took a five out of his wallet, handing it to her, telling her to keep the change. She thanked him, leaving them with a smile.
“I owe you some money.” Julian shook a packet of sugar into his cup.
“You buy the first dinner out.”
Exhaling in annoyance, Julian sat back, holding his coffee. “Why do I get the feeling the spoiling may run both ways.”
“Enjoy it. I will.”
“We meet again!” Marlene and Glenda approached their table.
“Hello, ladies. Care to join us?” Brodie asked.
“You mind? We’re bored. Nothing’s going on anymore with the trip almost over. We can’t even nap in our rooms.” Marlene sat down. The waitress came over immediately. “Coffee?” Marlene asked Glenda.
“Sure.”
“Two coffee’s please,” Marlene requested. After the waitress had left, Marlene asked, “So? You guys ready for reality?”
“We were discussing that.” Julian set his cup down. “No. Funny isn’t it? I really feel the need to finally get off the boat, but I’m not too excited to get back into the routine.”
Glenda said, “Me too. I actually have tomorrow off. I figured after the long drive down to Portland, I’d be too tired the next day.”
Julian noticed Marlene staring at him. Before he asked her what was on her mind, the waitress returned with their coffees. Both Marlene and Glenda handed her some singles. The moment the waitress left, Julian caught Marlene’s eye again. “Yes?”
“Hm?” She blinked as if she were surprised by his attention.
“I thought maybe you were going to ask me something.”
“I was. I’m just trying to decide if it’s tasteless or not.”
Julian looked over at Brodie to see his expression. He just shrugged. “Go for it,” Julian replied. “It’s the last chance you’ll get before we hit Seattle.”
After taking a sip of her coffee, Marlene paused for a moment. “I get the feeling since you just met on this trip, and you, Julian, were with a woman, that your families don’t know about you two.”
“They do,” Brodie answered. “We called and told them.”
“Whoa.” Glenda’s eyes widened.
“So? Things going to be okay?” Marlene asked.
“I think so.” Julian reached out for Brodie’s hand.
“Well, if you ever get down my way, I can show you some nice places to stay on the Oregon coast.” Marlene smiled.
“Thanks. I appreciate that.” Julian caught Brodie’s grin, squeezing his hand.
“It was really great getting to know you guys,” Marlene whispered, slightly teary eyed.
“You too, Marlene.” Brodie leaned over and kissed her cheek.
She touched the spot and gave him an adoring smile.
~
Standing outside on the promenade deck, Brodie watched the port of Seattle coming closer as the massive ship docked. Inhaling the sea air, thankful it wasn’t raining, Brodie looked up at the skyline, glad he was home again. The Space Needle, the Columbia Tower, the Aurora Viaduct, all looking welcoming and familiar compared to the sparse Alaskan towns they had visited.
Julian leaned against him warmly. “Home sweet home.”
“Yes. Can you see your condo from here?”
Leaning around the railing, Julian pointed, “Just a little bit of it. You can see the top peeking out.”
“I know the one. They just finished it. It’s a great location.”
“Beats Bellevue,” Julian winked.
“I’m sure it does.”
“We’re here. Let’s go.” Julian led the way to the gangplank as it was secured and a line formed. Their luggage was waiting for them. Each man picked up a suitcase and waved at the crew who thanked them and bid them a goodbye.
“My car’s over here.” Brodie took the key out of his pocket. They walked to a parking lot jammed with cars. Chirping his key fob, Brodie unlocked the door on his gold Porsche.
“Nice!” Julian gushed over it.
“Thanks.” Brodie opened the trunk and loaded their bags.
Once they were inside the car, Brodie started the ignition, fastening his seatbelt. “Okay. Here we go.”
Julian read the clock on the dash. “It’s only four. Uh, you want to come up and have a look around?”
“Yes. I’d like that.”
Backing out, Brodie tried to get going before the rest of the passengers did the same thing. Heading uphill to Fifth Avenue, Brodie listened as Julian pointed the easiest route in the downtown tangle.
“I’ve got a garage and a parking space. I just don’t have my opener with me.”
“Should I park and wait?”
“You mind?”
“No.” Brodie pulled the car up to the garage gate.
“I’ll be quick.”
“Okay.” Julian climbed out, sprinting to the front door. As Brodie waited he looked around the area wondering how it would feel to live here, and live with a man.
Within a few minutes, the gate began opening. Brodie inched the car in as the path was made clear. Julian was waving to him from the inside. A garage door elevated showing off a Mercedes and an open space beside it. Two-car garage, nice.
Brodie pulled in, shutting off the motor. He met Julian at the trunk and took his case out for him. Once they had cleared the garage, Julian clicked a remote, closing the door again.
“This way.”
Following him to the door to the elevator and l
obby, Brodie kept quiet as they ascended to the top of the thirty-one floors. As Julian turned a key, Brodie knew what to expect, it was going to be unbelievable. He wasn’t disappointed. His focus immediately went to the wall of windows overlooking the Sound. He had to pull his attention back from the Olympic Mountain Range to actually inspect the contents of the penthouse condominium. A steel and dark marble kitchen with an island, open-plan space connecting the dining area to the living room, a plasma screen television imbedded into the wall, a leather sectional sofa surrounding it, recessed lighting, slick polished wood flooring. Brodie walked to a doorway of a bedroom, inspecting the clean lines and immaculate designing. The king-size bed seemed dwarfed by the dimensions of the master bedroom. The connecting bath had a whirlpool jet bathtub, a shower stall with two heads protruding from either wall and a marble and chrome cabinet with double basin. He didn’t even care what the guest bathroom looked like.
“Jesus, Julian.”
“You like it?”
“Yes!”
“Good.” Julian connected to his back, hugging him close. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“I don’t want to leave.” Brodie trapped Julian’s hands against his chest.
“I want you and me to make love in my bed.”