by Andria Large
My hand keeps getting caught on the waistband of my underwear, so I take a second to shove them down my legs and kick them to the side before going back to stroking my cock. I haven’t jerked off for a good three to four days, so this isn’t going to last long. Precum pools at my slit. I swipe my hand over it, using it for lube. I moan quietly as I plant my heels on the bed and roll my hips, pushing my dick up into my hand.
Fuck, I wish Dennis’s hands were on me, or his mouth, or even better, if I were fucking his ass. I moan again and speed up my hand. Definitely not lasting long. I switch between long strokes and short ones. My breathing turns into harsh pants. This orgasm is going to be hard and fast, I can feel it.
DENNIS
I SCRUB my hand over my face as I walk down the hallway to Tucker’s room—our room. My mind won’t rest. All I can think about is the fact I should be sleeping in the same bed as him. I know he won’t mind. He’s probably dying for me to make this move. I stop in front of the closed door and take a deep breath. This is a small step in the right direction; it’s not like we’re going to be fucking each other right now. I don’t know if I’m ready for that.
I open the door and start to say, “Tucker? I was thinking—”
I snap my mouth shut when I’m assaulted by Tucker’s gasp and long, drawn-out moan. Holy shit, I obviously walked in on him jerking off. Oh, hello instant hard-on. The room is dark, so I really can’t see what he’s doing, but I can hear him panting where he’s most likely lying on the bed.
“Did I interrupt?” I muse.
“Fuck,” Tucker wheezes. I hear him shift on the bed and then the light rasp of tissues being pulled from the box on the nightstand. “I’m done. Was just thinking about you,” he murmurs.
I step into the room and shut the door. I slowly stalk to the end of the bed. “Oh yeah? What about?” I rumble, feeling my blood pressure spike. This is not what I expected to find when I decided to come in here. It was the last thing on my mind. But hell, it’s definitely on my mind now.
“I was picturing you sucking my dick,” Tucker replies without hesitation.
His words cause my dick to lengthen even more in my shorts. I hiss out a breath as a picture of me with his cock in my mouth flashes through my mind. Dammit, I don’t know if I’m ready to go there with him. But if he touches me, I don’t think I can deny him. Because in all honesty, I want him badly. I want that closeness we had.
In the dark, I can see Tucker get to his knees on the bed and move down to the end, where I’m standing. My breathing picks up as I wait anxiously for him to say or do something. Now that he’s closer, I can make out his messy hair and naked body. Fuck me.
“Since I just took care of myself, why don’t you let me take care of you?” he asks, his voice a low purr. His fingers reach out to brush against mine.
I swallow hard, any resolve I had now gone. “Okay,” I breathe.
He leans in closer, his hands finding my hips. His lips brush against mine as he says, “Are you sure? I want you to be sure.”
My breath catches, and my eyes flutter shut. I melt against him, my chest and stomach meeting his. “I’m sure.” Because fuck yeah, I’m sure!
Suddenly his hands are grasping my face and pulling me into a molten-hot kiss. It’s all lips and tongues and teeth. I wrap my arms around him, pulling our bodies flush against each other. It’s not close enough. Not for me. I need more.
I maneuver us—without stopping our kiss—so I can climb onto the bed too. I force Tucker down and cover his body with mine. The kiss is frenzied and needy and straight-up combustible. I let my hand slide up the outside of one of Tucker’s thighs until I reach his ass, where I give the plump flesh a firm squeeze. I grind against him, looking for some kind of relief for my aching erection.
“Denny,” he gasps against my lips. “I wanna suck your cock. Turn over.”
Tearing my mouth completely away from his, I roll over on the bed and shove down my shorts and underwear. I’m already shirtless, so I don’t have to worry about that. Tucker helps me get rid of my shorts and underwear before pushing my legs apart. He kneels between them, his body hovering over mine with his hands on either side of my head. He studies my face.
“You’re not going to regret this tomorrow, are you?” he asks quietly.
“No,” I answer without hesitation.
He smiles softly, coming down to give me a languid kiss before he oh so slowly and torturously kisses, licks, and nips his way down my body. By the time he makes it down to my hips, I’m ready to fucking explode. My chest is heaving, and my whole body is thrumming with pent-up need. I feel like I’m ready to combust from the overwhelming pleasure of having Tucker’s mouth on me again.
He leaves a trail of hot kisses down the underside of my leaking cock before licking back up it with a flat tongue. A strangled cry escapes me. His hot mouth envelops the head, his tongue swirling around it. I fist the sheets and fight the urge to shove up into his mouth. I don’t want to choke him. He takes as much of me as he can into his mouth, and it’s far enough I can feel the back of his throat. I gasp and shove my fingers into his hair.
He releases my cock for a second to say, “Fuck my mouth, Denny. Let go.” Then swallows me down again.
I growl low and grip two handfuls of his hair, then buck my hips. I shove my cock into his mouth as far as he can take it. Tucker moans encouragingly, rolling his eyes up to look at me every so often. One of his hands smooths its way up my stomach to my chest, where he pinches and rolls my nipple between his fingers. His other hand is around the base of my dick. I can feel my orgasm building.
“I need more, Tucker,” I pant.
The hand around my cock moves down over my balls until his fingers brush my tight hole. Fuck yes! That’s what I want. His fingers are slick with his spit, not the greatest lube, but it will do. Tucker rubs circles around my hole, probing gently, but not entering. He’s fucking teasing me, that jerk.
“Tucker,” I snap.
I’m on the verge of shattering into a million and one pieces and am not in the mood for teasing. He gets the hint and presses forward, his middle finger pushing past the tight ring. I groan deeply. Shit, that feels so good. He pumps his finger, making sure to brush over my prostate with every stroke. My grip on his hair tightens as I shove my cock faster past his lips.
With a guttural shout, I come hard. I shove myself down Tucker’s throat, spilling my load. His throat contracts around me as he fights not to gag. I’ve never gone that deep before, but I couldn’t stop myself from making his nose touch my lower stomach. So much for not wanting to choke him.
When I let go of his hair, Tucker hastily pulls back and sucks in a noisy breath.
“Fuck, I’m sorry…,” I start, my words slurred from being totally sated.
“It’s okay,” he says hoarsely. “I told you to let go.”
Tucker moves to lie down next to me. His hand finds my face, and he turns me toward him. I look at him through heavy-lidded eyes, unable to really focus on his face since my body is completely lax and it’s dark. “Thanks for that,” I mumble sleepily.
He gives me a soft smile. “You’re welcome.” Tucker places a tender kiss on my lips. “Get some sleep.”
My eyes slide closed as I nod. “M’kay.”
“Love you,” he whispers.
“Love you too.”
Chapter Thirty-One
TUCKER
THE PAST week has gone fairly well. Dennis has been sleeping in our room with me. There hasn’t been too much sexual activity going on; he’s kept a little distance in that department. Which I’m okay with. I mean, I miss him. I miss being close to him, but I told him I’d do this at his speed, so I’m not going to push him. And since we’re both back to working full time, we really don’t see each other that much anyway. I work from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., and he works from 6:00 p.m. until 2:00 a.m. So our time together is limited to mostly sleeping, except for Dennis’s days off, which are Wednesdays and Thursdays, and the week
ends when I get to see him during the day.
Today is Friday, so I’m looking forward to having most of the day tomorrow to spend with Dennis. We talked about going out and doing some Christmas shopping for our families and friends, since Christmas is only a few days away. I went out the other night while Dennis was working and got him a present, something I hope will show him I never plan on leaving again.
My phone buzzes in the front pocket of my dress pants, interrupting my thoughts. I lift my hip from my chair so I can fish it out. I glance at the time on my computer; only an hour before I leave. After sliding my thumb across the screen, I open my phone and hit my text messages. My heart jumps in my throat when I see it’s from Rhys.
Hey, I feel bad about how I’ve been acting. I know doing this over text isn’t the greatest, but it’s about all I can handle right now.
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline in shock. Wow. I never expected him to come around.
It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re talking to me again. I hate not having you in my life.
Me too. Do you think I can get Dennis’s number so I can apologize to him too?
Yeah, sure.
I text him back quickly with Dennis’s cell phone number. I am beyond excited my brother has finally come around to the idea of Dennis and me being together. And he’s stepping up by wanting to apologize to Dennis himself.
Gotta go help Selene with Max. Talk to you later.
All right, bud. Later.
A huge weight lifts off my shoulders. Shit, I had no idea how heavily Rhys’s shunning affected me. I’ve obviously been upset about it, but I’ve been giving him space, hoping he’d eventually come around. And he finally has. Thank God. Like I told him, I hate not having my big brother in my life. I smile to myself. I can’t wait to go home and tell Dennis.
DENNIS
MY PHONE rings as I’m pulling on my work T-shirt. It’s probably Tucker calling to tell me he’s on his way home. I snatch it off the bed, slide my thumb across the screen, and answer without checking to see who’s calling.
“Yo,” I say and take a seat on the edge of the bed so I can put on my shoes.
“Dennis?” a male voice that kinda sounds familiar asks.
“Uh, yeah. Who’s this?”
“Rhys.”
Well, shit.
“Hey, Rhys. I’m surprised you’re calling me,” I say hesitantly.
“Yeah, listen,” he says, his tone clipped and hard. “I want you to stay the fuck away from my brother. You are ruining our family! I just lost my mother, and now you’re taking my brother away from me too, you fucking cocksucking bastard.”
I pull the phone away from my ear and look at it incredulously. What the fuck? I debate for all of a second on whether or not to hang up. Yeah, fuck that, I have a beef to pick with this asshat.
“I’m not taking your brother away, asshole. You’re pushing him away. It’s your own damn fault. You’re the one not talking to him. You’re the one who’s a bigoted douchebag. What the fuck does it matter to you who your brother fucks? If you were a real fucking brother, you’d accept Tucker no matter who he’s with. So fuck you! How dare you call me spewing your homophobic bullshit.”
“You really think he’s going to stick around if I threaten to keep him from seeing Max as long as he’s with you? You know how much he loves his nephew. You might as well end things with him now so he can have his family back,” Rhys says smugly.
My heart takes a swan dive off the highest diving board. Damn, he seriously knows how to fucking hit me hard, doesn’t he? My confidence falters. Tucker loves his nephew to death. If Rhys threatens Tucker with never seeing Max again, would Tucker actually leave? No, I don’t think so, not after how well things have been going with us this past week.
“Fuck you, Rhys. How’d you even get my number?” I grunt.
“Ask your boyfriend,” he replies with a sneer and hangs up.
I fight the urge to throw my fucking phone across the room. “Son of a bitch!”
I shoot to my feet and pace by the end of the bed. Why would Tucker give Rhys my phone number? He obviously wasn’t calling to be nice and apologize. Surely Tucker had to know this, right? Dammit! I don’t think Tucker would leave again, but it’s hard to be completely positive.
No. This shit stops right now.
I’m a fucking Marine! I’ve been blown up, I’ve lost my leg, I’ve lost my wife, I’ve attempted suicide, and I’ve lived through all of it, dammit.
As much as I love Tucker, and as much as I want him in my life, if he decides to leave me over this, then he can fucking leave. It’s going to suck ass, and I’ll be crushed, but I will survive that too. I can’t depend on Tucker for my own happiness. I can’t live like this any longer, with the worry and the distrust. It’s not me. I need to find my balls and stop acting like such a bitch. I have to either trust Tucker fully or end things, because this is no way to have a relationship.
My choice?
Trust Tucker fully.
I have no idea how long I’ve been pacing, ranting to myself, but when the bedroom door opens and Tucker walks in with a bright smile on his face, I realize it’s been at least half an hour.
TUCKER
MY SMILE falters when I see Dennis looking like he’s on the verge of breaking shit. He’s dressed for work, but his hair is sticking up in all directions, probably from shoving his hands into it. His mouth is turned down in a hard frown and his brows are deeply furrowed. He’s got one hand on his hip, and the other one is rubbing the back of his neck. I go to him and stop in front of him. His angry, green eyes meet mine.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I ask softly.
“Why did you give your brother my phone number?” he snaps, his eyes flashing.
I blink. “I…. He said he wanted to apologize to you. He told me he felt bad for the way he was acting,” I tell him, my eyebrows now furrowing.
I have a bad feeling about where this is going.
Dennis shakes his head. “That’s not what he said to me.”
Sudden anger rushes hot inside me. That motherfucker! “What did he say?” I growl.
“He told me to stay away from you and that he’ll threaten to keep you from seeing Max if I don’t leave you,” he snarls.
My anger turns into fucking fury. Clenching my teeth, I take a few deep breaths so I can try to think clearly before I fucking explode.
I take his hand. “Babe, you know I’m not leaving you again, right?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow.
Dennis gives me a sharp nod, his jaw bulging slightly.
“Selene will never let Rhys keep Max from me,” I say.
“I can’t believe he would even threaten you with his own son.” Dennis sneers in disgust.
“Apparently he’s a fucking dickwad,” I bite out.
Dennis scoffs. “You got that right.”
“Are you okay?” I ask softly, reaching up to cup his face.
Dennis blows out a breath. “Yeah, I think so. Are you?”
“I’m fucking furious, but really, what can I do?”
“Go to Philly and kick his ass?” Dennis suggests, a small smile playing across his full mouth.
I chuckle before leaning in to kiss him. Dennis gives me a few lingering kisses on the lips before pulling back. “I have to go to work,” he mutters.
“Okay, I will be here when you get home,” I promise, giving him a pointed look.
He closes his eyes for a moment, draws in a deep breath, and nods before pulling away completely so he can head for the door. I’m actually kind of shocked at how Dennis handled this situation; instead of falling apart, like I half expected him to, he handled it like a champ and didn’t question me once. I hope we’ve turned a corner here.
After I hear the front door close, I let my fury rise back to the surface. I pull out my phone and hit my brother’s contact info. The phone rings three times before he picks up.
“What?” he answers nastily.
“Who the fuck do you t
hink you are, threatening Dennis like that!” I roar. “You are so fucking lucky I’m not there right now, because I would kick the ever-living shit out of you, you little prick. Some fucking brother you’ve turned out to be. Do me a favor and lose my number, because you are dead to me!” I hang up on him.
I rake a shaky hand down my face. A second later my phone beeps with a text message. If this is Rhys, I’m going to smash my phone. I look at the screen and see it’s not Rhys, but Duke. Thank fucking God.
Hey man, you free? I really need a beer and an ear.
Yes! I definitely could use a beer.
I’m free.
Great! Come to my place in 10.
Okay, see you then.
Twenty minutes later, we’re sitting in the bar across from Duke’s apartment, drinking beer. We haven’t said more than two words to each other since I got to his place. Duke seems oddly distracted, which isn’t like him at all. Now that he’s back to work too, I haven’t seen him much, so it’s nice to finally get to spend some time with him.
“So what’s crawled up your ass and died?” I ask, glancing at him as I take a sip of my beer.
Duke takes another pull from his bottle before he sets it on the bar top and sighs heavily.
“I slept with Arianna.”
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “When did this happen?”
“A few days ago.”
“Okay? Why do you make it sound like it’s a bad thing? She’s single. You’re single,” I say in confusion.
Keith was actually the one to tell me about Kyle. He was fucking fuming and called me up to vent before he went ballistic on the guy.
“We danced in the fucking snow!” Duke exclaims like that’s supposed to explain everything.
I frown at him, a bit concerned for his mental state at the moment. “Feeling all right there, buddy?”