by LaQuette
Bryan leaned down and licked a wet strip up the side of his man’s neck until he reached the rough patch of stubble just beneath Justice’s angled jaw. He smiled; it was so rare he actually had the chance to feel stubble on Justice. Being a career Marine, meant Bryan’s man was clean-shaven all the time. Feeling the burn of the closest thing Bryan had ever seen to a beard on Justice made his dick twitch.
He found Justice’s full lips waiting for him. They met the press of Bryan’s with equal pressure and excitement, teeth clinking and tearing at each other’s flesh. He held Justice’s upturned face with one hand, and allowed the other to travel down the length of Justice’s torso, beyond his abdomen until he was grasping the hefty bulge of a thick cock and full balls.
Bryan gave a gentle squeeze to his bounty and smiled against a hungry mouth when the anticipated moan crossed his husband’s lips.
“Let’s not figure this out tonight. I need you…please,” Bryan begged.
Justice pulled away from Bryan. He didn’t take long to contemplate Bryan’s request, just stood and led Bryan by the hand to their bedroom.
Once there Justice removed his clothing in a few quick motions and lay across the foot of their bed on his back. He planted one foot on the bed and began stroking himself. Bryan could never tell whose benefit it was for when Justice jacked himself off in front of Bryan. He was certain Justice received pleasure from it, but nothing made Bryan want to bust a nut like watching his man rub one out in front of him.
Bryan’s gaze focused on the strong fingers that were wrapped around the proud cock between his husband’s legs. A darker shade of caramel than the rest of him, thick and long, glistening with some of the pre-cum Justice must’ve captured on his last upstroke.
Soon Justice was pumping his hips in time with his strokes. If Bryan wanted in on this action he’d better get in now or it would be too late.
“What position are you playing tonight?” Both he and Justice enjoyed switching. Flip fucking was their specialty, each giving and taking until they were too exhausted to do more than collapse.
“I’m where I want to be,” Justice replied. Bryan nodded and reached in the nightstand. In one pass of his he Bryan had both the lube and a condom in his grip, tossing them next to Justice’s thigh. He squeezed a generous amount of the lube on his fingers, rubbing it between them to add a little warmth before he let it slide down his lover’s taint. He climbed onto the bed between his man’s legs, letting his fingers trail from the bottom of Justice’s sack to the dark, puckered skin pulsing in anticipation of Bryan’s touch.
There’d been too much time since he had the ability to touch his husband like this. Justice splayed out on their bed waiting in expectancy for Bryan’s touch was a thing of beauty. It was something Bryan never tired of.
Bryan rubbed his fingers against the wrinkled surface of Justice’s hole and delighted in the sensual quiver that moved down his body. Bryan started a smooth circular motion with his fingers providing just enough pressure to help loosen the muscle. Taking a glance at Justice’s eyes he could see fire blazing under hooded lids. Bryan knew what Justice wanted, it was what his husband always wanted, Bryan’s mouth wrapped around his cock.
Before the night was through Bryan would make certain Justice had what he wanted, but right now Bryan needed to make Justice want it just a little bit more. He pointed the tip of his tongue and pressed it into the junction where thigh met crotch. He continued his path upward allowing his tongue to travel up to Justice’s bellybutton, across the ripple of his hardened abs, between the valley of his pecs, until he found a hard nub standing at attention for him.
The sight of those pert peaks had Bryan moaning before he could even take his first taste. He licked one nub and then the other, loving the feel and flavor of them on his tongue. He closed his lips tightly around one and let his teeth graze the flesh there.
Justice’s cock and ass were always so sensitive; a cool breeze running across either could make him hard enough to cut granite. If massaging those areas was the quickest way to get his man ready for lovemaking, then loving on his nipples was a close second.
Bryan teased the nipple with his teeth, as he gently slid his fingers into the tight sheath of Justice’s hole. The tight squeeze Justice gave him in response made Bryan ache to be where his fingers were. He knew what it was to be engulfed completely in Justice’s heat. It was more addictive than any drug, more powerful than anything he’d ever encountered in his life. The need to be there, joined with his man overrode all common sense.
Bryan began to stroke slowly inside of Justice, twisting and spreading his fingers. He moved up to meet his husband’s full lips, loving the feel of them beneath his. Bryan pressed deeper into the kiss allowing his lips to mimic the motion and the rhythm of his fingers. Justice’s body was humming, as if silently asking Bryan for more.
Bryan pulled away from the kiss and caught sight of something unfamiliar in Justice’s eyes. After more than two decades together Bryan knew his cues. Right now his eyes should be glazed over with need and desire. Right now every part of Justice’s body should be begging Bryan for satisfaction. In truth his body was doing just that, tight muscles clenched around Bryan’s fingers, breath coming in tufts of air, hand stroking long and fast up his cock, those were all appropriate responses to Bryan’s ministrations. But even though the physical was there, his eyes told another story.
In Justice’s eyes, there was hesitation. Not anxious anticipation, but hesitation mixed with fear.
“What’s wrong?” They’d been together long enough that Bryan would’ve known if Justice was in pain. This wasn’t about pain, or at least it wasn’t about the physical kind. “Justice, do you want me to stop?”
Chapter 3
Justice tried hard to focus on Bryan’s words. The fingers in his ass and the hard dick between his legs made that a difficult task. He blinked until Bryan’s face became clear in his field of vision.
“I always want to make love to you, Bryan,” he whispered as he leaned up and pressed a soft kiss against his husband’s lips.
“Then what’s wrong?” Bryan’s forehead wrinkled with concern as his deep brown eyes raked over Justice’s face. “Because something is definitely wrong.”
“Is this really the time to discuss this, with your fingers up my ass and my dick leaking on my stomach?”
Bryan watched him carefully, his smooth features marred by worry. Soon Justice felt his fingers begin to retreat. He stilled Bryan’s movements with a firm grip to Bryan’s arm.
“Don’t,” he commanded.
“Then tell me what’s wrong.”
Justice took a deep breath and relaxed as best he could. This wasn’t the most opportune time to have a discussion, but losing the opportunity to have Bryan satisfy him wasn’t an option he was really willing to consider at this point.
“I always want you to touch me, Bryan. I just wonder if we should. This is not going to fix things. Might just make things worse.”
Justice felt Bryan’s fingers begin to move again. Rubbing against the walls of his channel, making the sensitive nerves there come alive. Justice’s body spasmed involuntarily, delighting in the feel of being stroked from the inside out.
“I know it’s not going to fix anything, Justice. But after all we’ve lost and me being shot…I just want us to feel good, baby,” Bryan’s desire poured from his lips in that soft deep rumble that Justice loved so much.
Bryan changed the angle of his fingers, rubbing against Justice’s prostate, garnering a full body quiver from Justice. He added a third finger to Justice’s passage, opening him up, stretching him, making him feel so full and yet still not fulfilled.
“Don’t we deserve to feel good for a change, Jussy?”
The last five years of their relationship had been the most challenging of the twenty-one years they’d been together. It seemed as if the first sixteen years were perfect, and the moment they’d legally tied the knot, life decided to take all of their happiness
away.
Dealing with Bryan’s being closeted at work, losing their little girl, Bryan being shot and nearly killed in the line of duty, Justice always being gone on dangerous deployments; it was more than enough to destroy the best of couples.
They loved each other fiercely; Justice had no doubt about this. But they’d also hurt each other too. Lately it seemed as if they were always trying to heal from some fresh round of hell life had inflicted upon them. After being burdened with so much heartache Justice could only find one answer to Bryan’s question.
“Hell yeah,” Justice choked out, his senses on fire, thirsty for the promise of satisfaction Bryan’s fingers were tapping out against his sensitive spot.
Justice wrapped strong fingers around Bryan’s neck and pulled him into a firm kiss. Lips slammed hard and fast against each other, letting his man know he was exactly where he wanted to be, doing exactly what he wanted to be doing.
Bryan smiled against his lips before pulling away. He moved down the length of his body creating a trail of kisses. When Bryan met the hard cock lying fat and heavy against Justice’s abdomen, he placed a gentle kiss on its swollen head. The sensation of Bryan’s lips on his cock made Justice twitch with anticipation and need.
Bryan circled the cap slowly with his tongue, taking a moment to scoop the pearl of pre-cum from his slit. Justice tugged on his own balls trying to stave off his orgasm as long as he could. This was just the tip of the iceberg. If he gave into his growing need to come now, he’d never experience the blessed heat of Bryan’s wet, hot mouth wrapped around him.
“Please,” Justice begged.
The corner of Bryan’s mouth lifted in a crooked smile and made Justice’s dick weep. That smile meant Bryan was going to try to break him, and God help him, Justice was going to welcome him doing so.
Bryan opened his mouth and took Justice’s cock in one long swallow, straight to the back of his throat. The result was Justice clenching his ass around Bryan’s fingers trying hard not to lose his fucking load.
Bryan cupped his tongue and let it caress the underside of Justice’s dick. The dual stimulation of tongue on cock and fingers in ass had every muscle in his body locked in an effort to keep him from going over the edge.
Bryan bobbed a few more times up and down on Justice’s pulsing rod, pulling his already tightened sack up even further. He took one last slow lick from base to tip before he pulled off of Justice’s cock.
Bryan moved away long enough to remove his clothes and pick up the condom and the tube of slick lying beside Justice.
“Do you want me to?”
Bryan’s question hung heavy in the air. He held the foil packet between his thumb and pointer finger, waiting for Justice to answer. Justice trusted Bryan with his life, despite all of the bullshit Bryan had put them through, he never questioned Bryan’s fidelity.
“Is there a reason I should ask my husband to wear one?”
“Never,” Bryan’s answer was quick.
Bryan added more lube in and around Justice’s ass, quickly coating his cock with the remainder. Usually watching Bryan undress was part of the process, the seduction. It was one of the things that got him so hot he’d be begging for pretty much anything Bryan wanted to do to him by the end.
But tonight he was so on edge. Who was he fooling? When it came to Bryan, Justice was always on edge. Their physical time together was usually few and far between. With Bryan’s duties as an NYPD lieutenant and Justice’s service in the Marine Corps, there was often precious little time the two had to share. As a result, whenever they were face-to-face, flesh-to-flesh, body-to-body, there was always this soul-penetrating need to have as much of each other as time and their endurance would allow.
Bryan positioned himself at Justice’s entrance, the domed head of his cock pressing gently against Justice’s taint. The gentle pressure made Justice ache for the sensuous ride he knew Bryan was going to give him. Justice wrapped sure fingers around the back of Bryan’s neck, latching onto his lips. Pressing and biting so hard he expected to taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue.
Somewhere between him attacking Bryan’s lips and his next ragged breath, Bryan was seated balls-deep inside of him. Justice felt like he was choking on a myriad of sensations. With Bryan’s hot, firm tongue in his mouth, and hard cock in his ass, he was so full, so stuffed, yet so desperate.
Bryan pried his lips away from Justice, giving them the opportunity to take in needed air. Didn’t matter that Justice’s lungs were on fire burning for life’s breath. The moment those lips left his, he was mewling like a hungry babe.
Justice heard the needy moan leave his lips. But before his brain could form words to indicate his body’s desires, Bryan was pulling back leaving only the tip of his cock inside Justice.
Only a brief second passed before Bryan was gliding back in again. He pressed one long stroke in, another out and then in again, each increasing in pace and power. Within a couple of strokes Bryan was giving Justice the ride he was so desperately in need of.
Heavy balls were smacking against Justice’s taint, the curved ridge of Bryan’s cock stroking out the perfect rhythm against his prostate, his own cock leaking on his abdomen. God how he loved this, the way they were together, the perfect way their bodies always knew just what to do to bring the other joy. If only they could duplicate this connectivity, the ability to be perfectly in sync with one another in the real world and not just in their bedroom.
Justice wrapped tight but careful fingers around his sack. He could feel his testicles drawing up against his body making way for a release he knew was going to be both powerful and frenzied.
He wasn’t ready to come yet. He needed this to last a little bit longer. He needed that fucking cock to stretch him, fill him, conquer him in the worst way.
Bryan must have realized Justice was edging toward the end. He pulled out leaving Justice’s hole aching to be filled again. “Turn over,” the deep baritone of Bryan’s voice was vibrating throughout the room, making Justice’s body tremble without the benefit of touch.
Justice scurried onto all fours, eager to have his husband’s sizable cock inside him again. Without preamble Bryan was planted right back where Justice wanted him. This time he was deeper, seemingly hitting every nerve in his channel as he pushed forward and slid back.
On his last downward stroke, Bryan locked strong fingers around Justice’s shoulders and rammed himself as deeply as either of their bodies would allow. Justice planted his face in the pillow gritting his teeth as Bryan’s punishing rhythm bordered on the fine threshold between ecstasy and pain.
“Shit, I’m there,” Justice wailed.
“Good, so am I.”
Balls tight and achy, Justice felt fire travel from somewhere deep inside of him. Muscles locked, fingers buried into the mattress, his untouched cock spewed jets of milky cum all over the bed beneath his still spasming body.
Justice felt Bryan’s thick and long cock pulse inside of him. His shoulders nearly succumbing to the increasing pressure of Bryan’s iron clasp. Justice fell forward and Bryan’s snapping hips followed him refusing to leave his battered hole until his release was completed.
Bodies still coming down off of the sexed out high, lungs fighting to drag in air, Justice could almost forget that everything wasn’t fine, that things hadn’t changed. Justice was halfway near to post fuck sleep when he heard Bryan’s half-cry, half-whisper, “Please don’t go.”
And just like that they were right back in the middle of this fucked up situation they currently found themselves in.
Chapter 4
Bryan knew he was alone. Before he opened his eyes, before he turned over and felt cool sheets on Justice’s side of the bed and looked at the glaringly empty spot beside him, Bryan knew his husband was gone.
They’d connected last night. The way Justice touched Bryan, the way Justice allowed Bryan to touch him in return, it wasn’t all about sexual release. Yet he was lying in their marriage bed alone.
“I can’t do this shit anymore. I’m not losing my man to this bullshit.”
Bryan rolled out of bed, determined to set things right in both his work and his home life. After all these years on the force, the only person who knew anything about his life and his love, was his boss.
“Shit’s gotta change.”
He showered and pulled on some sweats and sneakers before he got in his car. He winced as his muscles reminded him of last night’s activities. He ignored the discomfort. He needed to head to work. He needed to get there and…
Do what? Land yourself in the exact same position as Madison?
He slowed down and entered the parking lot behind the precinct, a sense of uneasiness biting at the base of his skull as he pulled into his designated parking spot.
Fifteen years on the force and he’d built a career he could be proud of. He protected his community. He was respected by his colleagues and the people he safeguarded. That wasn’t an easily accomplished task. The seventy-fourth had the highest crime rates in all of Brooklyn. Being responsible for both Brownsville and East New York combined, two of the poorest areas in the borough, made it nearly impossible to do his job. But he did it, got results, and still managed to keep his humanity intact.
But those same homies on the corner that gave him dap when they saw him might not be so inclined to embrace Bryan if they knew who he loved. The brass in NYPD that pinned so many medals on him throughout his career might not be so quick to sing Bryan’s praises if they knew who Bryan really was.
Madison had done it. Albeit unintentionally, he’d done it. He was seeing someone in the Brooklyn D.A.’s office. They’d gone to a movie out in Westbury, Long Island, figuring they were far enough away from work to avoid any awkward run-ins. They were holding hands, not kissing, not hugging up, not doing anything overtly sexual, when they ran into a cop from the seventy-fourth.