Keeping Sweets

by Cate Ashwood

  He loved the sounds Evan made; they drove him to distraction. He went slow, teasing for as long as he could stand it, but he was as impatient as Evan, wanted to feel him convulsing and buckling underneath him, wanted to make him mindless with pleasure.

  He sucked Evan’s cock into his mouth, then swirling his tongue around the tip, caught the sensitive spot under the crown as he moved up and down the shaft. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, bringing Evan swiftly to orgasm. He slowed the strokes, making sure he had milked every last drop.

  Evan was breathing hard, staring with unfocused eyes at the ceiling. His hair was disheveled and his skin was flushed a pretty pink. Bran moved lower to lick at the creamy skin behind his testicles, then moved lower still to rim the sensitive ring of muscle around his entrance.

  Evan moaned again and pushed into him, urging him to keep going. Bran massaged the tight ring with his tongue before he sucked one finger into his mouth. He carefully inserted it, feeling Evan pushing out and relaxing to accommodate him. Bran slid his finger slowly in and out, in awe at how Evan’s body responded to his touch, how quickly Evan had learned how to yield to him, to trust Bran to do what was needed so he wouldn’t hurt.

  Bran inserted another finger, scissoring them apart, stretching and preparing Evan for him. He went as slowly as he could, trying to be patient, trying not to rush, but eventually he couldn’t wait any longer.

  He rose. Positioning himself between Evan’s legs, he reached to the bedside table for the condoms and lube.

  “No, wait….” Evan protested.

  “You don’t want to?” Bran asked, concerned.

  “No, I want to, just I want to feel you… just you….”

  Understanding of what Evan wanted dawned over Bran. “Ev, Sweets, that’s not safe.”

  “Yes, it is. I’m safe. I’ve never… I mean, you’re the only one… and you, I trust you. I know you wouldn’t hurt me….”

  “Evan, I’ve never—”

  “Please, Bran. Please. I just want to feel you.”

  Bran placed the condom back into the drawer and snicked the cap off the lube. He poured a generous amount over his cock, massaging the slick liquid into his skin. He was finding it hard to breathe. Something about this seemed big to him, bigger than anything they had done together yet.

  He positioned himself at Evan’s entrance and pushed slowly past the first ring of muscle. It gave way easily and Bran slid in, deeper, until he was seated completely inside Evan’s body.

  “Oh God, Evan. Evan, you are so tight, so warm… so… just… so….”

  Evan kissed him, hooking his ankles around Bran’s lower back. He kissed him back as he withdrew a little, testing the sensation of hot, wet skin on skin.

  He thrust forward again, pushing as far as he could go, trying to get deeper, further inside. It felt so good, too good. He couldn’t last long like this. He went as slow as he could, keeping eye contact with Evan as he thrust, watching the pleasure dance over his features. He was close, too close, but wanted Evan to come with him.

  He shifted, changing the angle so he could rub against Evan’s prostate. It was so much easier to find with no barriers in between. He reached between them, wrapped his fingers around Evan’s shaft, then stroked up and down in time with his thrusts.

  “Come for me, you’re so goddamn beautiful when you come.”

  Evan’s back arched as semen spilled down Bran’s fist and onto Evan’s belly. The muscular contractions around Bran’s cock were too much and pushed him over the edge right alongside his boy. He pulsed and shuddered, his breath leaving his body as he shot inside Evan.

  He collapsed on top of him, exhausted from the physical and emotional toll the sex had taken on him. He felt different somehow, as if coming inside Evan had branded him, claimed him as his own.

  He carefully pulled from Evan’s body, falling on his side so as not to crush the smaller man.

  They fell asleep like that, tangled together in a mass of linens and limbs, sweat and semen smeared between them, but happy in one another’s arms.

  BRAN awoke the next morning to the sound of running water. Sunlight was streaming in through the window, but he had no idea what time it was. He listened for other sounds in the house, but heard none. It must have still been early if no one but Evan was awake.

  Evan emerged from the bathroom, naked and happy. His cheeks were rosy as he bounded across the room and whipped the covers off of Bran.

  “Come shower with me. I’m a very dirty boy,” Evan quipped.

  “It’s too early for you to have this much energy,” Bran complained with false annoyance.

  Evan’s expression became serious. “It’s our last day together and I want to make the most of it. Wanna be with you all day.”

  Bran pulled him in closer between his legs, bracketing Evan’s hips with his knees. He reached up, slid his hand into Evan’s hair, and pulled him down for a kiss. “Anything you want, Sweets. Anything. Now, let’s go scrub up. I think I’m still partially glued to the sheets.”

  Bran followed Evan into the bathroom and stepped behind him into the warm spray. He leaned back, letting the water fall over his head and run in rivulets down his body. Bran poured soap into his palm and rubbed his hands together to create suds. He ran his hands over Evan’s small body, touching him almost reverently as he washed.

  They kissed and touched and rubbed against one another as they bathed, enjoying the warmth of the water and the slickness it created. Evan turned around, braced himself against the cold white tiles, and bent slightly, tilting his ass out and toward Bran.

  “Now, Bran. Need to feel you.”

  Bran didn’t need to be asked twice. He jumped out of the shower, leaving big puddles of water as he ran across the bathroom floor to the toiletry bag that kept his waterproof lube. He quickly located it and ran back to the shower. Pouring some into his hands, he coated his fingers.

  This wasn’t going to be slow and sensual, it would be fast and rough, but it seemed as if that’s what Evan wanted too. He was tilting his hips, trying to give Bran better access.

  Bran slipped two fingers between Evan’s cheeks, massaging.

  “You sore from yesterday at all?”

  “Not one bit. Do it, Bran.”

  Bran thrust both fingers in at once, hearing Evan hiss against the intrusion. He held steady for a moment, trying to give Evan time to adjust. Evan was canting his hips, fucking himself on Bran’s fingers, begging him for more with the movement of his body. Bran obliged. He slid his fingers in and out in a quick rhythm, brushing over Evan’s prostate with every few swipes.

  It was too much. He needed to be inside now. He applied more lube to his raging erection and thrust inside Evan in one smooth movement. Evan cried out, letting his head drop forward between his shoulders.

  Bran stilled, holding off for a sign from Evan that it was okay to move. He didn’t have to wait long. Evan was as eager as he was, as hungry, as desperate. He grabbed Bran’s arms, bringing his hand to his soap-slicked cock. Bran stroked him hard and fast as he plunged in over and over, again driving them both up and toward the edge.

  Evan’s knees buckled as he came, hot come pumping in thick white ropes onto the tile. Bran caught him around the waist, holding him up and against him as he continued to pound into him. Four more strokes and Bran’s vision was dimming around the edges as he came. The orgasm swamped him, pulled him under to where the only thing he could feel was Evan clenching around him.

  He held Evan close until he was certain he could stand on his own. He loosened his grip and ran his hands up and down Evan’s stomach soothingly as he pulled out.

  “Mmm, that is one way to start the day off right,” Evan cooed.

  Bran pulled the shower nozzle from the wall and rinsed the come and sweat from their bodies. He turned off the water and reached for a fluffy white towel, then wrapped it tightly around Evan. He kissed him soundly on the mouth.

  When they were both dry, they put a fresh set of sheets
on the bed and climbed in together, snuggling in instinctively to one another.

  “It’s our last day, Sweets. What do you want to do today? The beach? Another picnic?”

  Evan shook his head. “Just this. I just want to stay like this all day. Can we do that?”

  Bran’s throat closed up, making it hard for him to speak. He would have given Evan anything he wanted, but he couldn’t think of a more perfect way to spend their last day together. He nodded. “We can do that. Whatever you want, you just tell me. Anything.”

  Chapter 21

  EVAN knew what he wanted, and he also knew that Bran’s promise was empty. He wouldn’t give Evan anything he wanted. Almost anything, but the one thing Evan really wanted, Bran would deny him.

  He didn’t just want today. He wanted forever, but how could they have forever when Bran was adamant about the end of the project meaning the end of them? Evan glanced over at the pirate ship they had claimed with their prize tickets at Funland. That little toy would be the only thing Evan would have to remember this day by. His heart fell, and his guts felt heavy. He needed to put off thinking about it. It would do no good to get upset now. He was ruining their last day.

  He rolled over and watched the gentle rise and fall of Bran’s smooth chest as he slept. It was midafternoon and they had already made love twice since the shower: once with Evan on top, then again with Bran spooned up behind him. Evan remembered their first time. He remembered how skittish he had been about the thought of Bran being behind him. Now he liked it. He liked the way Bran held him close and breathed loving words in his ears as they moved sleepily together. It was nice.

  Bran yawned, waking up from the short nap they had taken to the sound of Evan’s stomach grumbling.

  “Hungry, Sweets?”

  “A little, I guess.”

  “Wanna go get some lunch?”

  Evan shook his head. Leaving the room would mean facing the world and letting reality into the carefully constructed fantasy world. It was already damaged, with little hairline cracks running through its shell. One stiff push and it would disintegrate.

  Bran sat up in bed, pulled his sweats on, then tucked Evan back in, safely under the covers.

  “Be right back. You just sit tight.”

  Bran left the room and Evan felt like he had taken all the light with him. He could hear him talking and laughing with one of the guys in the hallway. He wanted to scream.

  It felt unbearable to be apart from Bran when he was only a few steps away. How would Evan survive being apart from him? They hadn’t discussed contact or the possibility of seeing each other after the shoot ended, but Evan thought it might make it worse: to long for someone only to have them ripped away over and over again.

  A few minutes later, Bran came back with a tray heaped with food. It looked like he had stacked everything left in the kitchen on there. Evan could feel his mouth hanging open. Bran shrugged.

  “You said you were hungry.”

  They laid the food out on a blanket on the floor—an impromptu bedroom picnic—and stuffed themselves until they couldn’t eat any more. They climbed back into bed and turned on the TV that was mounted on the wall for the first time since they had arrived at the house. They chose a movie they had both seen, knowing they likely wouldn’t make it through the whole thing before they became distracted again, and settled in together to cuddle and digest.

  THE sun was beginning to set, and the noise downstairs was getting louder. The guys were obviously home from wherever they had been, gathering around somewhere to socialize and hang out on their last night together. Evan had no desire to spend time with anyone but the man whose arms he was cradled in.

  He turned, moving his mouth over Bran’s smooth flesh. He teased at his nipples which drew soft coos and moans from him. He liked that he had that kind of power over Bran. He knew he wasn’t Bran’s first, and likely not the best lover he had ever been with, but the things he did seemed to please Bran, and that was all that mattered to Evan.

  Evan was too sore to have sex again. Four times was his limit for the day, but he wanted to make the most of their time together. He wanted to be able to memorize every curve and every plane of Bran’s strong body.

  He could feel Bran hardening against his thigh. The man was as insatiable as Evan was. He needed to taste him, to make him feel as good as Evan felt. Wanted to remember, to make him remember too.

  He positioned himself between Bran’s legs and licked tentatively at his cock, loving the approving sounds he made. Bran reached for another pillow and tucked it under his head so he could watch. Evan gave him a show he hoped he would never forget.

  He lapped at the head before licking in long strokes up and down the shaft. He traced the thick veins and swirled around the head, flicking his tongue against the most sensitive spot. He pulled Bran into his mouth and moved his hand up and down the spit-slicked shaft with each movement of his mouth. He sped up, bringing Bran to the very brink before backing off, slowing his movement.

  He did this over and over again, making Bran insane with lust, overwhelmed with the need to come, before he finally put the man out of his misery. Evan relaxed his throat, slid him all the way down, and swallowed around the engorged head. Bran lost it then, crying out Evan’s name as he came, shaking and trembling beneath him.

  “Evan, come here.” Bran pulled him up, kissing him hard, thrusting his tongue into Evan’s mouth.

  He was still shuddering through the aftershocks of his orgasm, desperate and uneven. He spoke against Evan’s mouth, muttering jumbled sounds and broken phrases.

  Evan was swamped with lust, wanting nothing more than to feel Bran pounding into him, but he shook his head. He was hurting already.

  “Can’t, Bran. I’m sorry. I’m too sore.”

  “No, Ev, not you, me. Need you in me. Wanna feel you, Sweets. Feel you inside.”

  Evan stilled, staring down at Bran. He what? Bran had never bottomed. Ever. He’d told Evan he never would, just wasn’t his thing, but now, he was asking Evan. He didn’t want to think about what it meant, didn’t want to give Bran enough time to change his mind. He wanted to feel it too, to be buried inside the man he loved, feel Bran surrounding and moving with him.

  He nodded once, reached for the lube, and poured some onto his fingers as he had seen Bran do. He needed to act on instinct, not think about it too much.

  He pushed one finger in, watched Bran’s eyes squeeze shut as he hissed against the burn. Evan knew what that felt like. He also knew how the pain would turn to pleasure in a few seconds. He stilled his hand, waiting and watching. Sure enough, moments later Bran relaxed.

  “More, Evan. I need more.”

  Evan pulled his hand back and held two fingers tightly together. Slowly and carefully, he pushed back in, both fingers this time, and again gave Bran time to adjust. When he thought it would be okay, he massaged the tight muscles, loosening them before scissoring his fingers apart, stretching and expanding the tight passage.

  When he was satisfied that Bran wouldn’t be hurt, he carefully retracted his fingers and added lubrication to his cock. Evan was ready. He was nervous. He was overwhelmed. He needed this. Bran needed this.

  He poised the tip at Bran’s entrance and pushed in slowly. He could feel Bran pushing out against him, making it easier for him to get in. Suddenly the head pushed past the ring and he was in. He had never felt anything like it in his life. Bran was so tight. So fucking tight and so hot around him, squeezing him.

  Evan couldn’t move. If he moved, he would come. This couldn’t be over that quickly. He wanted to go slow, to draw it out, to make it special, make it last. He stayed as still as possible, watching Bran. He was smiling up at Evan. He looked blissed out and happy. Evan wanted to remember him like this forever.

  All of a sudden, Evan felt Bran tightening around him. He gasped. Bran did it again.

  “Gotta move, Ev. Make me feel you. Feels so good.”

  Evan did move; he pulled out almost all the way be
fore thrusting back in. Good lord it felt good. He did it again, long slow strokes, savoring the feeling of Bran’s body giving way as he embedded himself inside.

  “Faster, Ev, harder. Wanna feel you for a week.”

  Evan gave him what he wanted, plunging in at a punishing pace. He watched intently as he changed the angle with each thrust, waiting for it—there. The look on Bran’s face said he’d found it. He hooked his hands under Bran’s shoulders, which gave him the leverage he needed. Bran was tilting his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust as they pushed each other higher.

  “I’m gonna come again, Sweets. Want you to come with me.”

  Evan was so close, almost there, just needed a little—

  “Oh, God, Evan, I’m coming.”

  Bran’s hands clenched at Evan’s ass, pulling their hips flush together and Evan was as deep as he could go. The feeling of Bran spasming around him tipped him over and they came together.

  Evan slumped over Bran, letting the larger man take his full weight. He buried his head in Bran’s shoulder, relishing the feeling of Bran’s hands stroking his back, the rough pads of his fingertips abrading his skin.

  Evan was so overwhelmed, so lost, he just couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t hold the emotion in. He held on tight, face buried, Bran’s smell enveloping him like a soothing blanket.

  “I love you,” he whispered into the soft skin at the base of Bran’s neck.

  Bran’s stilled his hands on his back, but he didn’t say anything, didn’t move.

  Evan felt like his heart stopped beating. He hadn’t meant to say it, hadn’t meant for Bran to know, but it was too late now. He’d told him and was met with silence.

  He lifted his head slowly, afraid of what he might find. Bran’s face was expressionless. He just stared at the ceiling, the mask that Evan had seen so often in Bran’s scenes firmly in place across his eyes.

  Evan’s stomach ached. He wanted to run and hide in the closet, never speak to anyone again. It was humiliating and heartbreaking at the same time.