Pure Fluff: A Limited Edition Valentine's Day Bundle

by BLMorticia

  Latte's stiff cock wept and ached to fill Brendan to the hilt. It wouldn't be long before Latte gave in to his and Brendan's desire.

  "Jesus. You're torturing me!"

  Latte let go and massaged Brendan's cock head while teasing his balls with his tongue. "Come for me, then I'll give you what you want."

  On cue, Brendan's movements became more erratic. He clenched the covers under his nails, nearly pulling them from the mattress corners.

  "C'mon. I wanna take it all then pound your ass like you want." Latte jerked him off, sucking at the base of his shaft.

  Brendan muttered something inaudible. His body tensed then shuddered as he spilled his release.

  "Fuck, yes baby." Latte moved quickly, taking Brendan deep into his throat. Warm liquid filled his mouth and he didn't miss a drop.

  "Oh God!" Brendan grabbed the back of his head, pushing it down, fucking his face as he liked.

  Latte drank him down until he couldn't anymore. He moved slightly, rubbing some of the remnants from his lips over Brendan's mouth. "Damn, babe."

  Brendan fell backwards and held out his hands. "Please say you're ready to fuck me."

  "Not fucking. Making love."

  Latte covered Brendan's lips with his own, sharing Brendan's cum between them.

  Brendan reciprocated the kiss, lazily tangling tongues with him "Then make love to me." He said in between kisses.

  Latte nodded and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Once he opened it, he rolled it onto his dick and squeezed lube on his shaft.

  "Can't wait to feel you, baby." Brendan rose and spread his legs, giving Latte space.

  When Latte positioned himself there, he pushed the head of his cock inside of Brendan's tight space. Brendan's heat surrounding him hampered his breathing, caused his heart to speed up. Excited for more, he pulled Brendan's legs atop his shoulders and sank into Brendan's body, losing a part of himself with each thrust.

  "Jesus."

  With every movement, Latte drifted deeper into the emotional abyss. Tig and others had long warned him about falling in love too quickly, but everything about Brendan won him over. His charm, looks, the way he carried himself. So intelligent, perfect. Brendan had everything Latte was searching for.

  Brendan yelled and reached for Latte. He moved both legs from Latte's shoulders on down to his waist, binding him there. Brendan pushed his body against Latte's at a quicker pace.

  With that change, Latte braced himself for his climax, knowing he wouldn't last. His balls tensed, chest tightening with each motion. He hovered over Brendan, observing his lover lose it in the throes of passion. Perspiration gathered on his forehead, eventually dropping on Brendan underneath him.

  "You're close. C'mon for me again. I love watching you." Latte dragged his fingers down his lover's chest until he reached his erection. He took it in hand, massaging the head, causing pre-cum to leak from the slit.

  "I am, but you too, baby. I may not see you, but I'll feel it. Let's do it together ... please." Brendan managed between their movements.

  When Brendan's hold tightened on Latte, he did the same with Brendan's dick. He leaned in and captured Brendan's lips in between his own, bracing himself for the explosion to come. His body trembled, legs went weak, as he stilled. While he filled the latex with his release, he wished they were bare, to feel Brendan's skin meshing with his own. Hopefully, someday he'd make that dream a reality.

  Brendan writhed underneath Latte, spurting thick white strings on Latte and himself.

  Wanting a taste, Latte swiped his finger through the liquid and rubbed it on Brendan's lips. He thrust his tongue into Brendan's mouth, sharing it along with him.

  Latte moaned and kissed him once more, holding his lover close.

  Though thoroughly spent, Latte knew his emotions had gotten involved. He'd do whatever it took to make Brendan his permanent man.

  Brendan winced in discomfort from the marathon sex session. Despite the pain, the ache of loneliness had been relieved, and he looked forward to the future. "Latte?"

  He untangled his leg from the sheet and swung both over the side. Though he didn't want to move, he desired to find his new man.

  "Latte?"

  Silence.

  He frowned and made the effort to push himself up out of bed. The minute he did, smells of vanilla extract and bacon tickled his nostrils, bringing a smile to his face.

  "Well, he did say he'd cook for me."

  Needing relief, Brendan made his way to the bathroom. The memories of their night and early morning of making love brought an even bigger smile to his lips. He'd never had that much sex with anyone, less alone over a weekend. Knowing this, he concluded Latte was indeed the man for him.

  Though Brendan didn't trust people quickly, he assured himself Latte had to be the guy from day one. He couldn't stop thinking about him or the heat that occurred between them during conversation and moreso in bed.

  Sex wasn't the overriding factor, but it did play a big part in his decision.

  In all Brendan's attempts to find a man, compatibility was an issue. And unlike others, Latte appeared to understand why he couldn't come out. That in itself made Brendan want to do more to make his relationship with Latte official. In just this short time, he was ready to throw all caution to the wind.

  When he finished, Brendan washed his hands and grabbed his robe. As he headed to the kitchen the aromas were stronger, pungent. Breakfast for Brendan was usually nothing more than coffee or a shake. Although his stomach growled, he hungered for more than just food.

  Making the turn, he tiptoed into the doorway and leaned against the frame, taking in the gorgeous scene. Latte clad in black boxer briefs, serving French toast on a plate with a few slices of bacon and a side of fruit.

  Both the plate and the man making the meal looked delicious. It took everything in Brendan not to attack him from behind.

  Despite his desire, Brendan stayed back, observing his lover from a far,. This was the first time he'd allowed someone to stay long enough to make him breakfast. In a matter of moments, Latte turned around with the plate and a cup in hand. When he met Brendan's gaze, he flashed a sweet smile and set both down on the table. "I thought of serving you breakfast in bed."

  "Not unless you planned on all that food going to waste." Brendan approached him and pulled his lover in for a lengthy hug. Despite being already hard, Latte's body against made Brendan's erection even more stiff.

  Brendan caressed the sides of Latte's face, tracing his string features. He could see himself with this man for an eternity if ge could find the courage. Latte deserved that. Hell, he'd worked for that since that first meeting in the coffee shop. Making him wait would be the biggest sin in the world.

  Latte pulled away, still eyeing him with heat. "As much as I want more of that, breakfast won't taste good cold. Besides, we'd been going at it most of the day yesterday, without a lot of nourishment in between. I'm starving."

  "So am I, but I can't help myself." Brendan pressed his mouth against his lovers and swatted his buttocks. "I get it though. We ate sandwiches then went back to bed."

  "Yep. So, let's get some food in our stomachs."

  "Then go for more," Brendan finished the sentence, hoping for more. He leaned into Latte's neck and kissing underneath his lobe.

  "God, you are insatiable." Latte cried out, breathless, bringing Brendan's body into his. He wrapped his arms around him, tightening his hold and moving against his lips. "You gonna give me a reason to wear turtlenecks all week?"

  "Why not? You taste divine." Brendan continued to suck hard on Latte's flesh, combining it with little bites and licks. He dragged his hand down Latte's back, gripping flesh as he continued devouring his skin.

  "Shh ..."

  Brendan cut off Latte by covering his lips again. "Okay, I'll stop. I'll give you a mark to match the other after we eat." His belly made an obscene noise, making them both laugh.

  "Man cannot live on just sex alone." Latte turned around and
pulled a chair from under the table.

  "Said no man, ever," Brendan chuckled and took the seat offered. "I'm joking, unfortunately we can't, but when we finish, your body is mine." He picked up a piece of bacon and jammed it between his lips.

  "I'm looking forward to it." Latte cut a piece of toast.

  "So am I, and then, I'll give myself to you again."

  "Flip flopping keeps everything interesting." Latte followed it up with wicked tongue action.

  Brendan smiled, feeling his dick throb from the sight of Latte swiping his tongue over his top lip. "Yes, it does, lover. It surely does."

  Chapter Eleven

  After spending the entire weekend together, Brendan and Latte went their separate ways. Though neither wanted that to end, the god forsaken work week had started.

  Latte hoped the time spent solidified what he wanted from this relationship. As he'd mentioned to Brendan, fucking was for anybody, but making love meant he was special. Latte wasn't into casual hookups. Just one of the reasons he'd been so wound up to do everything with his new lover. Six months of blue balls will do that to anyone.

  With a smile on his face, Latte jogged from an Uber to the Walsh building. Though the weather warmed over the past week and a half, it wasn't enough to take public transportation. The wind off the lake caused a severe chill. Waiting on slow CTA wasn't something he wanted to endure at four thirty in the morning.

  "Hey there, Angelo." They slapped hands,

  "Morning, Latte. How's it going man?"

  "Couldn't be better." He'd accepted offers to display his work from several places including the Walsh building. More than that, his relationship with Brendan was progressing fast as he'd hoped. With all that positive energy happening in his life, Latte had no reason to frown.

  "Cool, fam. I'll see you around eight."

  "Yessir. I'll have the Chai waiting then."

  Angelo pointed at him with a wide smile. "My man."

  Latte smiled and headed to work. On the way inside, people greeted him with smiles and salutations. The shop wasn't supposed to open until six, but these people were coffee addicts. They didn't care about waiting, all they wanted was their morning coffee fix.

  "Morning, Cath." Latte locked the door behind him.

  "Hey there, Latte. How's things going?"

  "Real good. Got my art up in a few places around town. If things keep going right, I might be able to take out that small business loan and get the gallery a lot sooner than I thought."

  "That's awesome, but you know I'm asking about something else. I mean, not that I'm not interested--"

  Latte laughed, "Cath, I told you, I don't wanna share details just yet."

  "But ... but, I wanna hear. I mean, I'm not dating anyone, so I have to live vicariously through you."

  "Eww," Derrick chimed in from the side while he swept under the chairs. "Babe, you need a man fast then."

  "Shaddup," Latte countered with a wry grin. "And another reason why we can't really talk about this, Cath. Some people don't want to hear about it."

  "I'm not worried about him." Cathy waved her hand and grabbed Latte's arm. "Without the hotter than hot details, just tell me about the main part. Is he into you?"

  "Um, Cathy, if you haven't noticed the man comes down almost every day and gives Latte a large tip," Derrick interrupted.

  "Which I started sharing with the rest of you because I didn't feel right taking it from him." Latte finished the sentence.

  Derrick made a face. "Blech. I just don't get it but, to each his or her own."

  "Whatever. Anyways, Latte, besides that, what else is happening? Are you feeling like he's the one or--"

  "He's definitely the one. I'm falling in love with him a lot quicker than t I expected. Honestly, I'm surprised that I'm keeping myself together, especially when he comes down here. We've been seeing each other almost three weeks and I'm ready to go to the nearest church and slap a ring on him."

  "Oh my God, Latte, that's awesome!" She hugged him and kissed his cheek. "In all the time I've known Brendan, I didn't know much, but I'm glad to hear someone is bringing him out of his shell."

  "Yeah, he's out of his shell, all right. He just needs to come all the way out so we can tell the world. It's only been three weeks though, so I'm willing to wait."

  "Seems like he's worth it too, hmm? Given that you're ready to marry him."

  "He is." Latte walked away, hoping Cathy would get the hint. With that speech, he'd said way too much already.

  "Latte, you good?" Cathy called after him.

  "Yeah. I just wanna keep everything on the hush hush until he's ready." Latte walked into the kitchen and placed his coat on the rack. He plucked his phone from his pocket, eyeing the picture of Brendan sleeping in his bed from a couple of nights ago. Latte traced Brendan's picture with his thumb. "How much longer, babe, because I'm more than ready to make big plans."

  "Hey Angelo." Brendan spoke to the security guard on his way to the escalator.

  "Morning, boss. A little warmer today, right?"

  "Yes it is." He called over his shoulder. He unwrapped Latte's scarf from around his neck and inhaled the faint scent of his cologne. The second he did, he closed his eyes, imaging the way they'd said goodbye he night prior.

  Brendan bit back a moan and wrapped the scarf around his shoulders. He jogged down, looking at people in get in line. He didn't realize people started lining up before seven. Still, he was determined to catch Latte before he headed upstairs.

  "Good morning. Excuse me." Brendan nodded at other patrons and walked to the right of the counter to watch his lover. Although he couldn't kiss or hug him yet, Brendan couldn't help but stop in just to take pleasure in staring at Latte in the morning.

  "Hiya, Brendan. Having the same?" Cathy's voice startled Brendan.

  "Hi, Cath. Yes, please. I'd stand in line, but I have a meeting with my father to get to."

  "Sure. The usual for bossman, Latte. He's running a little late."

  Latte met his gaze and nodded with a wry grin.

  Brendan returned the look, wishing he could walk up and thrust his tongue down his throat.

  Soon lover.

  He continued to observe Latte with interest, mixing the cream and pouring the contents into the cup. His arms flexing while he reached for items. His large hands, long fingers gripping the cups.

  To Brendan, Latte hard at work was more entertaining than any porn movie he'd seen. A perfect distraction for the upcoming meeting with his Father.

  Once Latte finished, he handed Brendan's drink to Cathy who then placed the cup in Brendan's hands.

  "Thank you. Please take this as payment and give Latte the change, hmm?"

  "I sure will." She leaned into him and whispered, "You guys make the cutest couple."

  Brendan nearly choked when he heard Cathy's message. "Oh, um, thanks. Sorry, I wasn't expecting you to say that, but I forgot you and him talk a lot."

  "We used to talk more but, he's being all secretive now. I get it, but I'm just nosy," she shrugged.

  "No worries. He can tell you all he wants after a while. I promise it won't be much longer."

  "Okay."

  Brendan smiled and raised his cup to his lover when he looked up from his tasks.

  Catching his green gaze, Brendan couldn't help but blush. Even in this, the early stages of what he hoped was a relationship, he couldn't taper his reaction to the way Latte made him feel.

  Like a freaking schoolgirl on her first date.

  Thinking that, Brendan headed towards the express elevator. For as long as he could remember, he hadn't experienced that kind of happiness with anyone he'd spent extended time with.

  While he savored the taste of the macchiato, he leaned back against the paneling, remembering the first weekend, and the subsequent dates the two of them had enjoyed since. Dancing at Eclectic, late dinners in Bronzeville and Chinatown, before returning to Latte's place for late night loving. Twice, he'd stayed until morning and Sidney would bring
clothing for him to change into. Other times, he'd take the cab or limo home, completely missing Latte when he left his side.

  Brendan hated separating from Latte and needed to talk about living together. Though he'd never done that, Brendan couldn't see himself with anyone else.

  "Hi there, Deila."

  "Good morning, sir."

  Brendan walked towards his office and stopped at Suzette's desk.

  "Good morning, Suzette. Is my father in the conference room, or..."

  "No, he's in your office. Here's some messages too. The office in New Jersey says it's urgent. They wouldn't tell me why."

  "All right, I'll give them a call first then." Brendan finished his drink and tossed the cup in the trash. When he walked into his office, his father appeared concerned about the conversation on the other end.

  "Yes, Gus. I know. Oh, here's Brendan now." Alexander held the phone out for Brendan.

  "Who is it?"

  "Gus Deckhard from the New Jersey office. They expected you to pick up, but since you took your time getting here, I answered the phone. They've missed projections for the sixth month in a row. I told them they need to get their act together and get some more business."

  Brendan sighed and took the phone. "Yes. I'm sorry, I was stopping to get coffee. No, no, it's fine. Don't worry about what my dad said, I know you guys are against stiff competition there. Mhmm. I'll be making a trip there for the second quarter's meetings. I'm sure we can come up with some solutions. "

  "Bah! That's why they wanted to talk with you. You're too easy!"

  "Shh, father! All right, yes Gus, thank you for all you do. All right. Bye." Brendan hung up. "Dad, you should've let me handle that."

  "Oh, so you can tell them not to worry about missing the mark again. The more they miss, the more money we lose."

  "Donaldson stole a few accounts for them. I don't know how, but you set their numbers too high. I'll be making adjustments when we meet them."