by BLMorticia
Brendan rubbed the sweat from his forehead and followed Latte. When they arrived, Latte called out to a young man, dressed in white from head to toe.
"What's up, La La." Latte slapped hands with him.
"Wassup, man. Tig, this is Brendan Walsh. Brendan, Tig Primrose."
"Nice to meet you." Brendan shook Tig's hand.
"Same here, Brendan." He flashed a wide Cheshire grin.
Tig held onto Brendan's hand a little longer than he expected.
"Um." Brendan pulled away and wrapped one arm around Latte's waist. "Are you sure you don't want me to get drinks?"
"Oh, no, any guest of Latte's is a friend of mine. What'cha having?" Tig continued flirting.
"Gin and tonic would be good." Brendan needed something strong.
"All right, and La La, the same?"
"Yeah, man, thanks."
Brendan turned to Latte and pressed a light kiss on his cheek. "Why La La? Did you have a fascination with the Teletubbies?"
"No, just them shortening my already easy nickname." Latte laughed aloud. "It sounds asinine doesn't it?"
"No, it's cute, but sort of a name for a female."
Tig turned back around. "Oh, there's a story about that, Brendan."
"No, Tig, no, I wanna--"
Tig placed the drinks on the bar. "We call him La La because back at home, Latte used to dress in drag for fun. He had a lot more hair though."
Brendan chuckled and eyed Latte whose face pinked.
"I wanted to tell you that myself, but as you can see, Tig can't hold water."
"Yeah, remind me not to tell you any trade secrets any time soon." Brendan snickered. He picked up the glass and held it up. "Here's to new beginnings?"
Latte tapped Brendan's glass and held it up. "Yes, new beginnings with new people."
Brendan took a long sip and closed his eyes a moment, enjoying the slow burn. Gin and tonic had always been his favorite after dinner beverage. "Mmm, that's really good."
"It looks like you're enjoying that drink."
"I am." Brendan opened his eyes. "I'll be even happier when we get back to my place. Oh, um, no offense, Tig."
"None taken. I caught you guys on that dancefloor. There was a lotta dirty dancing going on."
"Tig, you're a nosy bastard." Latte chided him.
"Well, how could I or anyone else not be? Tig countered.
"You coulda..."
Brendan finished the contents of his glass and put it down in front of Tig. "Another please?"
Latte rubbed the small of Brendan's back.
"No worries, babe. I'm the one that should care about being seen, right? And honestly, I don't. The last thing I want to do is hide you away because of my silly father."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that, but like I said, no rush, we got time."
Brendan passed Tig the glass. "True. But what if I don't want to wait?"
"Oohhh... I guess that's my cue to move and give y'all some space." Tig walked away.
"I'm following your pace, Brendan Walsh. Whatever you want." He wrapped his arms around Brendan's waist.
Brendan finished the drink faster than the first and plopped the glass down hard. He ran his tongue over his lips, enjoying the alcohol. He smiled at his date. "That could be taken a number of ways, Mr. Jenkins."
"Oh, I'm sure." Latte pulled Brendan in, crushing their mouths together in another heated embrace.
Brendan lost himself in the feeling, hanging on to his new lover's shoulders for dear life.
Latte yanked him in just enough for the lower part of their bodies to touch.
Brendan groaned into the embrace and thrust his tongue in between Latte's lips. Surges of energy flowed from there to his nipples and cock. He sucked Latte's lip into his mouth and nibbled on the skin, much like he would when he blew someone.
"God."
"He's not here, but I am."
"I know." Brendan pulled Latte's hand up to his lips. "And as much as I adore this place--"
"Yeah?"
"Let's find a taxi." Brendan looked up at Tig and waved with a smile. The night had been cut short, but because of exactly what he'd wanted.
Although this was only their first date, Brendan desired Latte more than any man he'd ever been with.
Chapter Nine
When the two of them walked out, Latte and Brendan hailed another taxi for the trip to Brendan's condo. Much to the chagrin of the driver, they exchanged kisses in the back seat, but Brendan didn't appear worried. Latte had hoped Brendan would relax. After all, it was, as his mom used to say, the devil being busy. Neither of them had control over who'd they bump into during the night out.
"Thanks ... for the ride." Brendan pushed a bill inside the window of the cab.
The driver grunted in response.
Latte laughed when he got out and pulled Brendan with him. "Yeah, um, goodnight."
Brendan got out and slammed the door.
Immediately, the taxi sped out of the driveway.
"Oh my God, what an asshole." Brendan shook his head.
"You'd think being in a place like Chicago people would be more open minded, but."
"Um, no. Have you already forgotten about my dad," Brendan asked.
Latte ran his hands over Brendan's cheeks. "As a matter of fact, I did. No more mentions about old grumps, as Cathy calls him."
"Really? I had no idea she gave him a nickname."
"Yep. But let's not talk about him now." Latte nipped Brendan's lips. "I'm still warm but ..."
"It's going away quickly."
"Brr..." Latte grabbed Brendan's cold hands and brought them to his lips. "I'm gonna have to teach you how to dress for the winter."
"No, no. I just left my gloves in the limo." Brendan pulled Latte through the front doors of his condo.
On the way in, Latte looked up at the high ceilings and grey marbled walls. Brendan's building looked more like a mausoleum.
"Shame on you. You wanna catch a cold or what?"
"No, mom." Brendan yanked Latte's chin close and kissed his lips.
"Mhmm." Latte groaned into the rough embrace and reciprocated it with more fervor, nearly knocking Brendan backwards.
Brendan grunted when his back hit the wall. He pulled away when the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival.
"Damn, baby."
Brendan flashed a wicked grin and led Latte onto the lift. Once the door closed, he shoved him hard against the paneling and loosened the buttons on his coat. When he finished, he slid it off his shoulders, down to his elbows. Brendan dragged his fingers over Latte's shirt, starting at the collar to the middle of his chest. "I can't wait to see you naked. And just to let you know, I don't take issue with you dressing in drag either."
Latte laughed, feeling the heat rush to his cheeks. "I believe my drag days are done but, I do like to wear sexy underwear from time to time.
"Mhmm, really?" Brendan enveloped Latte's mouth with his while toyed with shirt.
"Brendan ..." Latte groaned into the embrace. His breath hitched, excited from the action between them. Fully aroused, he leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Brendan's soft hands. He flinched and gasped when Brendan pinched his nipples through the fabric. Any minute now and he'd spontaneously combust.
"You like what I'm doing to you?" He leaned in attacking his neck with a combination kisses, licks, and nips from his Adam's apple on down to his collarbone.
"Jesus." Latte's eyes fluttered and he groped Brendan's ass through his slacks. When going back up, he slid his fingers around to the front, rubbing the stiff bulge in his trousers.
"I don't always sleep with a man on the first date but ..."
Brendan stopped and glanced at Latte. His cheeks flushed. Lips swollen from his kisses. "But?"
"Tonight, I'm making an exception and, damn, Brendan I want you to take me." Latte yanked Brendan into him.
"And then, I want you to return the favor, after we've rested up."
The elevator came to
a stop and Brendan stepped out first, leading Latte off.
Latte smiled and allowed Brendan to pull him in the direction of his place. Though the look of the building interested him, the action on the elevator left him in a daze.
Heat surged through every part of his body, making him remove his coat. The cold he'd felt outside had disappeared.
When Brendan stopped in front of the door, Latte curled his arm around his waist and pushed into his back. He moved so the head of his dick rubbed against Brendan's backside.
"Oh fuck. Let me concentrate on getting the door open." Brendan leaned back on Latte.
"Can't help it." Latte ran his lips over the side of his face and nipped at his skin.
The door clicked and Brendan walked up, pulling Latte inside by his shirt's collar. When they made it, Brendan closed the door and lifted his coat from his arm. "You won't be needing this." He tossed it on the sofa. "Or this." Brendan worked on Latte's buttons, finishing in record time. He pulled the shirt from Latte's waistband and yanked it off him. "Been dreaming about this body since I first laid eyes on you."
"Yeah?" Latte pecked Brendan's lips and removed Brendan's coat, flipping it on top of his own. He loosened his tie and slipped it from around his collar while they shared a furious kiss. With their lips still attached, Latte unbuttoned Brendan's shirt and stripped it off him, throwing it on the floor. "I'll help you clean tomorrow."
"Not important now." Brendan panted in between kisses while working on Latte's zipper. Once he finished, he forced his pants down along with his underwear. He slid his finger over his ass, stopping at his hole. When he pushed it in, Brendan cupped Latte's balls in hand, toying with both.
Latte grunted in response to Brendan's hands. When Brendan pushed deeper with two instead of one, he nearly lost it.
"Brendan ..." Latte's nipples tensed. He tried to stay upright while his head swam from their mind blowing exchange.
Desperate to get things moving, Latte reluctantly pushed Brendan away. He loosened Brendan's trousers and wrangled them down only enough to see the path his treasure trail led to.
"Latte." Brendan leaned in, grabbing his hips with both hands. "Been looking forward to this."
Latte kicked his shoes side and stripped the rest of his clothes off. "Take me to bed."
Brendan pulled back and did the same, leaving his garments in the same pile. "I planned on doing just that, but I was having too much fun."
Latte eyed Brendan's beautiful lithe body in front of him. His thick cock was surrounded by short, brown curls. He pulled Brendan's hand to his mouth and sucked hard on two fingers as if he was pleasuring Brendan. He licked the tips, the forced then further into his mouth, before letting go. "I know we'll have more fun with your cock than these."
"We will, but I'd love to see you do that again." Brendan inched back, then led Latte through the hallway between the dining room and bedrooms.
Latte followed, rubbing Brendan's shoulders as they walked. "Nice place."
"Maybe later I'll give you a tour." Brendan guided him to a large four poster bed in the center covered in black and white coverings. When they stood in front of it, Brendan's lips found Latte's again. He leaned into him until both of fell on top of the mattress.
"Mmph." Latte winced when their heads and bodies bumped together. He stretched out on the bed and spread his legs, giving Brendan space.
Brendan shifted his body, making himself level with Latte's. "Want you -- this." Brendan grabbed both their cocks together, rubbing pre-cum into their skin. With their mouths still connected, Brendan thrust against him while the other hand gripped his thigh.
Latte inhaled sharply and wrapped both arms around Brendan's shoulders. He moved in unison with him, clenching his buttocks while they groped one another.
Latte's cock filled from the sensation of Brendan's body rubbing against his. "Brendan, oh God, yes! I want--"
"Tell me what you want. And what will make you happy." Brendan spoke breathless in between kisses, still pumping their dicks together.
"You. You inside me, now." Latte grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him in for another kiss.
Brendan panted in between lip locks. "Your wish is my command."
Brendan let go of Latte's thigh and reached into the side table drawer. He grabbed the lube and condoms, throwing both on the bed next to Latte's shoulder. Wanting him again, he sucked on Latte's bottom lip, nipping it while jerking their cocks together. His mouth tasted sweeter than any dessert, but he wished for more.
Knowing they wouldn't last, Brendan stopped and gazed into Latte's emerald greens. He could get lost in them forever, even on this, their first official date.
"I gotta stop now or we'll both explode."
"Yeah." Latte agreed and grabbed the lube.
"Let me help you." Brendan held his hand out for Latte squeeze the liquid onto his fingers. He rubbed the substance onto his fingertips and reached down, pushing one passed the tight ring of muscle.
Latte met Brendan's gaze, writhing on the bed from Brendan's actions. "Yes, Brendan. I'm already there." Latte sounded breathless, filled with need.
"I see." Brendan removed it, then plunged two into him, loosening him up for their first time. As much as he wanted to continue toying with his lover, pain surged through Brendan's groin, forcing him to stop and grab the latex.
Latte swiped his tongue over his lips and traced the side of Brendan's face. "I'm not sure how long I'm gonna last."
Brendan slowly rolled the condom onto his dick, knowing if he rushed, he'd tear the damn thing. "Me neither. More foreplay at breakfast then?" Brendan pressed the head of his cock against Latte's entrance. He pushed once. When Latte's flesh surrounded him, Brendan sucked in a breath and closed his eyes to savor the feeling of being deep within his lover.
God yes.
Brendan sank into Latte, gritting his teeth with every inch. When he could go no further, he stopped to gather himself, to catch his breath. It was as if he'd explode right then from the sensation of Latte's body engulfing him.
"More, Brendan." Latte moved back and pushed, making it easier for them to build a rhythm.
Brendan grunted in response, thrilled about Latte matching him motion for motion. Having his man equal him, caused Brendan to pick up the pace.
Heat surrounding him, Brendan gasped for air, pressing more into Latte as he requested. The energy flowed through his veins, making his body tense and his groin tighten. "Oh God, I'm so close."
"Yeah?" Latte sat up, wrapping both arms around his shoulders. He continued to move with him, crushing Brendan with his weight. He covered Brendan's mouth with his, pushing his tongue inside at the same speed. "Come for me, Brendan. Wanna watch you, come!"
Brendan closed his eyes tight, seeing stars behind his eyelids. Feeling his body give way, he stilled, letting Latte take over until he filled the barrier in between them. Though he'd come, Brendan didn't want to leave the comfort of Latte's flesh around his cock. If he could love there the rest of his existence, he would.
Latte sucked his lips inside his mouth. With his arms still curled around Brendan's neck, he pushed Brendan until he was on top.
When Brendan's dick slid out, Latte hopped back on with ease. He raked his fingers over Brendan's chest, clawing his skin while riding Brendan's shaft.
Still dazed, Brendan watched his lover in awe of his movements. He curled one hand around Latte's waist while the other jerked Latte's hardened flesh. "Now it's your turn." He managed. Completely out of breath. Though exhaustion set in, Brendan wouldn't release him.
Latte brought Brendan's hand up to his lips and sucked while he continued riding him. Their bodies crashed into each other causing more friction.
"Jesus!" Latte threw his head back, stilling, until warm strings shot from his cock onto Brendan's chest and stomach.
Beautiful.
Brendan enjoyed observing Latte's climax. He jerked him off, rubbing the remnants of his lover's orgasm into their skin. Watching his effort,
he couldn't help but raise his hand up to his mouth to taste. It was salty, but Brendan enjoyed the flavor.
Apparently spent, Latte stopped to look at Brendan. He dropped onto his chest and moved his head enough for their mouths to meet in another searing kiss.
"That was ..."
"Amazing." Brendan finished he sentence for him.
Fully exhausted, Brendan rubbed Latte's back and brought him in for another lip lock just before closing his eyes to come down from the sexual high.
Chapter Ten
Latte opened one eye and clutched the body underneath him. He rose, studying Brendan's peaceful features as he slept, thinking of waking him with a special surprise. Since they'd skipped the foreplay, it would've been fun to do everything they hadn't done before hitting the sheets.
Latte placed one finger on his lips, dragging it until he reached the center of his neck. He kissed that spot, then moved back upward with a series of licks and pecks. When Latte pressed his lips on top of Brendan's mouth, he stayed there, forcing his tongue in between.
Brendan groaned into the kiss while holding Latte's head in place. He ran his hand down to the small of his back. "I suppose we were too tired to flip earlier, then?"
"I guess so, but we got all day." Latte nipped his lover's lip and sucked it into his mouth. "Right now, I wanna taste you." He lined up his body with Brendan's, slowly dragging his tongue over his flesh. When he reached his midsection, he traced his stomach muscle and navel.
"That feels so good. Please ..." Brendan sounded needy.
Latte looked up, enjoying the way he moved. "You like that, hmm? You like what I'm doing to you?"
"Yes, but I want you inside me. Now." He begged.
Latte smiled, knowing it wouldn't be too long before he gave in to Brendan's wishes, but now, he desired to pleasure Brendan and himself.
With one hand fondling Brendan's balls, Latte positioned his mouth directly over Brendan's cock. He licked the head, then slid down, mouth tightly closed over his flesh.
Latte thoroughly swallowed Brendan's cock until he nearly gagged.
"Latte ..."
Brendan's call sounded desperate, but Latte wouldn't let up. He eased upwards then back down again, feeling Brendan's hairs tickle his nostrils. He repeated the action, swirling his tongue around his shaft. Though he wanted to focus on his task, he couldn't help but watch Brendan's body squirm under his affections.