by Kelex
“You okay?”
“Better than okay,” Noah murmured. “But you’ve killed me again.”
“Oh, we’re not done,” Brody replied, rolling to his knees. He hitched Noah’s legs up before grasping the base of the plug. “Time to see what we’ve got going on here.”
Noah shook his head. He had nothing left… yet the second the plug slid out from him, he detected a stirring. His cock tried to come to life—but it didn’t seem capable. The second Brody’s re-gloved hand pressed against his asshole, he didn’t care about his cock one lick. It was all about his ass.
“Oh yeah, baby,” Brody whispered hotly. “You’re nice and stretched open for me. So pretty.”
Noah looked down his body to where Brody’s hand disappeared. He wished he had a better view. He wanted to see the man’s hand go all the way in.
But he could sense it… the attempt. Brody got four fingers inside him… and nearly the fifth before the pain became too much. He reached out and stilled Brody’s wrist, hissing in discomfort. “No… I’m not ready.” Noah cringed. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, baby,” Brody murmured. “I only want you to feel good.”
“Then fuck me again,” Noah whispered. “Fuck me hard.”
Brody peeled off the glove and reached for the last condom. “Your wish is my command.”
They fucked for what seemed like hours. In every position. On the couch. On the coffee table. On the floor. He wanted to see his daddy come again… and later that night, exhausted and well-satisfied, he got his wish.
Brody screamed out his name when he came over his stomach.
Only, it wasn’t his name. Not at all. Noah cringed, hating the lie he’d told.
Hating that he couldn’t tell this incredible man the truth.
His daddy withdrew and disposed of the condom he’d filled. Then he curled up beside Noah and held him tight. Brody trailed gentle kisses over his shoulder and neck. “You good, baby?”
“Yeah, daddy,” he fibbed. The reason why he wasn’t good was all of his own doing. Their night together had been earth shattering… he only wished it could’ve been ‘Noah’ the man had cried when he came.
Noah rolled over in Brody’s embrace, the truth on the tip of his tongue. When he saw the satisfied grin on his daddy’s face, he realized he couldn’t take that away.
“We should get up and go to bed… but I don’t think I’ve got any juice left for that,” Brody whispered.
“Me either,” Noah agreed, cuddling closer and yawning.
Thank heavens the exhaustion claimed him because the guilt hadn’t planned to let him sleep.
6
Brody awoke sometime in the early morning, a heavy weight against him. Memories of the night before assailed him, and as that reminiscing had his body already aching for more, a smile played over his lips. There was no chance at that—at least not without a little more sleep. He stared up at the ceiling, realizing they’d never made it into an actual bed. His ass and back ached from the hard floor under them—well, one of them also throbbed for a different reason. Sucks getting old. Chuckling to himself, he turned his head and eyed a sleeping Chris.
His handsome boy.
His breath caught in his chest at the thought. Lifting a hand to gently stroke the stubble on Chris’ cheek, he couldn’t stop the sensation running through him—the awareness that he wanted more. More of what they’d done the night before… but not just that.
He’d luxuriated in Chris’ untried eagerness. Brody could tell there was a bit of innocence to the guy, even when he was doing something decidedly not innocent. His admission that he’d never topped was only the tip of the iceberg, he sensed. That wide-eyed excitement caused Brody to feel… alive. There were few firsts left for him anymore, especially given the things he’d seen in and out of his establishment over the last decade or so. Perhaps he was jaded. Or simply desensitized after all the years.
Shock and awe was in short supply.
Getting to experience a few of Chris’ firsts almost seemed like he experienced his own. He didn’t want to let go of that newfound wonder.
Not yet.
“Hey,” he whispered, stroking stubbled Chris’ cheek a little more firmly. “Wanna go to bed?”
“Already… asleep…” Chris curled in closer to him, snoozing away.
“In a real bed,” Brody added before sliding Chris’ arm and leg off him. He rolled to his side and stretched a little before rising to his knees. “Come on, babe. Let’s go to bed.”
Chris groaned, but sat up—one sleepy eye open. Once risen, Brody helped him to his feet and led the guy to the master suite. He peeled back the covers and urged Chris under them.
Taking off the harness he’d left on, he stood at the edge for a moment, supposing Chris looked good there. He slid into the other side of the bed, getting comfortable. Sighing as his head sunk into the pillow, he closed his eyes and smiled to himself.
Chris curled up against him and sighed contentedly.
Brody stared down at the young man’s head on his shoulder—unaccustomed to having a sleeping partner. It was nice. He turned slightly and drew Chris closer before drifting asleep again, legs entwined.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” was the first thing Noah heard when he opened his eyes.
He gasped inwardly, blinking a few times in confusion. After a moment to let his brain catch up to what his ass had gotten him into the night before, Noah’s cheeks burned. His vision cleared and an image of the handsome man he’d spent the night with filled his gaze. He offered a sleepy, “Morning” and struggled to not turn an even deeper shade of red—especially as he felt the stiffness in certain spots on his body. He pressed his face into the pillow and inhaled.
It smelled of Brody.
Fire, leather, and whiskey.
“Are you being shy?” Brody asked, a trace of humor in his husky tone. A dash of sleep clung to the sound, and Noah imagined himself hearing it every morning when they woke up together, realizing that was impossible.
Noah laughed. He turned his head, eyeing the sexy older man beside him. Damn, he’s hot. “Maybe a little. I don’t make a habit of waking up in a stranger’s bed.”
A playful smile spread across Brody’s face. “A stranger, hmm? You know my name… where I work… where I live. There’s not a whole lot left.”
“Then tell me something else about you,” Noah murmured, resting his head on Brody’s shoulder. It felt better than it should have to lie there like that. “What do I need to know about Brody, the sexy bar owner?”
Brody chuckled, his chest rumbling against Noah’s cheek. “What do you want to tell?”
“Anything…” Everything. “I don’t see anything inside this apartment that can tell me a single, damned thing about you.”
Brody scoffed and gave him a downward glance. The scruff of his beard tickled Noah’s forehead. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
“You don’t like my place?”
“I do. It’s beautiful.” Noah turned slightly and gazed at Brody’s profile. “But there’s no photos. Nothing personal that I could see. So tell me something about you.”
Brody took a deep breath yet remained otherwise silent a moment. “I’ve already told you I own this place… I work there nearly every night. That doesn’t leave much free time to do much of anything else, especially with my—”
“Especially with my what?” Noah sensed hesitation. Brody tensed some under him. “Oh come on… you can’t leave me hanging like that.”
Brody sighed. “Especially with… my son.”
“Well, now I know you really are a DILF, daddy.”
Brody chuckled again, the sound low and pleasing.
“How old is he?”
“Soon to be a teenager.”
“Does he live here?” Noah asked, assuming no. He hadn’t seen any signs of a kid around.
“No. He lives with his mom, my ex-wife, an—”
“You were married? To a woman?”
“I
was,” Brody replied with a slight grin.
“Bisexual?”
“Nope. Wholly homosexual.”
Noah scratched the side of Brody’s scruffy cheek. “Was she your beard?”
Brody barked with laughter. “No. It was… well, it was more a business proposition than a marriage, I guess you could say.”
“Oh?”
Brody was silent a moment before taking a deep breath and releasing a slow exhale. “I played high school and college football. Got hurt more than a few times, particularly my knee. Injuries ultimately ended my football career, and I lost my scholarship. I came home in a fit of rage. Angry at the world. Ended up destroying my knee doing something young and stupid. I needed a major surgery to correct it—and I had no health insurance at the shit job I was working. My wife-to-be had really good insurance at her job and the desire for a kid. We worked out an arrangement.”
“Is that legal?” Noah asked, a bit shocked.
“It’s legal. Is it completely moral?” Brody shrugged. “That’s a gray area.” He glanced down at Noah. “Don’t get me started on a long tirade about health care coverage, or the lack thereof, in this country. I did what I had to do.”
“Got it,” Noah said, shifting gears. “How long were you married?”
“We stayed together for a couple of years, long enough for me to heal and for her to give birth. I still see my son from time to time… birthdays, holidays, that kind of thing. Occasionally he comes over to spend the night, but it’s not too often, considering.”
“Is that hard? Not being more involved?”
“When we first ironed out the details, I didn’t plan on being a part of anything. I was simply a sperm donor, in my mind. And they were okay with that. I’m not really father material… but once he was born…” Brody’s face lit up. “Once he was born, it was kind of like… oh, God… here’s this little living thing that’s part of me and he’s absolutely perfect. I couldn’t turn my back and luckily, they let me be a small part of his life. It’s more than I could ever ask for.”
Noah smiled and wondered if his own father had ever glanced at him and thought the same. He doubted it. “He’s aware of the arrangement you guys had?”
“To an extent, yes. He understands there was no burning love between his mother and I, only mutual respect.”
“Respect… that’s a good thing. Better than love, in my mind.”
Brody turned slightly and cuddled him closer. “I told you something about me… now it’s your turn.”
Noah stiffened, worried he’d say the wrong thing.
Brody’s hand slid along his back. “Hey… I didn’t mean to upset you. You don’t have to talk about him. Better that you don’t, maybe.”
Him. The lie he’d told was getting bigger with every second. The truth was still on the tip of his tongue, but he feared Brody’s reaction. Would he be tossed out on his ear? Snuggling closer, he didn’t want to go anywhere. His daddy’s arms were warm and safe. For now.
More guilt flooded him, as he lay there cradled in Brody’s arms, feeling like a total asshole. “Not much else to tell. I grew up in the south. Conservative parents who didn’t like that I was gay. I left as soon as I could.”
“And into the wrong arms?”
Brody’s arms felt damned right to him. It took him a moment to realize Brody was talking about his mythical ex. “Maybe.”
“I’ve been there,” Brody murmured. “A lot of Mr. Wrongs over the years led me to a point where I really don’t do relationships anymore.”
“So, I’m only a fling and nothing but, hmm?”
Brody eyed him. “Who knows?”
Noah tried desperately not to find hope in that. He buried his head under Brody’s chin to hide his smile.
“What about this relative of yours? Where am I taking you?”
Noah closed his eyes, old fears returning. “A distant relation who I barely remember,” he replied. “Honestly, I’m terrified to knock on her door.”
“Why terrified?” Brody forced Noah’s chin higher with a gentle finger and captured his stare. “Does she know you’re coming?”
Heat spread through Noah’s cheeks. “No.”
“Chris… you’re going to show up on her doorstep out of the blue?”
Chris… he was beginning to hate that name. He wanted to hear Brody speak his true name. Even if it was only once. “I literally have nowhere else to turn,” Noah whispered. “It’s that… or…” The street. He couldn’t say it… first off, out of fear. Secondly—he didn’t want to lay that on Brody’s shoulders. If his mother didn’t take him in… he’d figure something out. He had to.
You could always enlist, Stan had said a time or two. It might be better than nothing. A home. Three meals a day. And training.
Brody was silent a few seconds. His stare searched over Noah’s. “Well… if all else fails, I guess you could stay here a few days, I suppose. Give you time to reach out to your family and figure out where you go next.”
Noah gulped. “Really?”
“Yeah. But there are no free rides. We need another bar back downstairs, so I’d put you to work.” Brody’s focus fell on him. “I’d pay you, of course.”
A smile spread on Noah’s face. A roof over his head and a job? That was perfect. “Really?”
“It’s nothing glamorous, but it could put a little money in your pocket—which I sense you could use right now.”
“Yeah… I need something until I can figure things out. I really appreciate it.”
“Just don’t expect any special treatment because you’re sleeping with the boss,” Brody scolded.
Noah chuckled. “Of course not.”
“One question. Do you have a bathing suit in that bag of yours?”
“Uhhh… no? Do I need one?”
“It’s Luau Night tonight… so the answer is yes.” Brody drew him in closer. “We can go grab one after breakfast—then we come back here and set up the party. Sound good?”
“Okay,” Noah whispered as he snuggled closer.
For the first time in a week, he was relieved. A place to stay, even temporarily, was better than nothing.
Maybe I’ll stay here instead of going to see her. At least for a little while…
That damned inner voice whispered inside his mind. You chicken shit.
What the fuck did I just do?
I offered a complete stranger a place to live for an indefinite period of time.
What the hell was I thinking?
Chris snuggled closer into his arms, clearly happy. Brody closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of the young man beside him. What was it about this guy that had him acting like an idiot? The sex had been good. No, it had been great. Yet he’d had great sex before and not rolled out the fucking red carpet to his life.
Lex’s words came back to haunt him, murmuring inside his mind.
He’d offered up his nest to the little bird with the broken wing. As much as he was berating himself over his offer, something inside him told him it was the right thing to do. In all his years at the bar, Brody had become a pretty good judge of character—at least he thought he was—and he didn’t sense Chris was a threat.
But then, he’d walked blindly into danger before…
It was the very reason he didn’t do long-term. Not anymore.
He lay there, holding onto Chris, both loving and hating how good it was to have the guy in his arms. Reliving the sighs of pleasure, the cries of passion, and the whispered words of need over the course of the night, need pulsed deep within. Turning his head, he studied the pale outline of Chris’ face as his newfound boy lay content and drowsy.
Pulling his arm from under Chris’ head, he needed a little distance. “I should probably take a shower. We can go grab some food afterwards.”
“Okay,” Chris answered from the bed.
Brody padded into the master bathroom and took care of his needs before striding into the shower. There was no door, simply a glass partition, that s
eparated it from the rest of the bathroom. He turned the rain showerhead above on and let the water warm a moment before stepping under the flow. The warmth kneaded his sore muscles and helped him grow looser—but only by small measure. Tension tightened him—worry mounted. Was he making a huge mistake opening up his life, even if it was only for a few days?
After quickly washing his body, he shampooed his hair, digging his fingertips into his short strands and massaging the scalp. He tried not to overthink his situation and worked the doubt and worry out.
“Oh, cool!” he heard from behind him.
As he turned, one eye open, he saw Chris ogling the rain showerhead. Chris kept moving forward, not looking at Brody.
“What’ya doing?”
Chris lowered his gaze from the water trickling from above to meet Brody’s stare. A smile blossomed on his face, and tweak pinched Brody in the chest. “I showered last night… but… I got a little sweaty after that.” A frisky smile curled his lips. He moved closer, spreading his palms over Brody’s chest. “Thought it might be best to sneak in here… conserve water by sharing… you know.”
His palms moved in slow circles over Brody’s pecs and abs… before moving lower… and lower…
Brody leaned back under the water to rinse the shampoo from his hair—giving Chris enough room to kneel. Once his hair was clear, he was free to study the boy at his feet, who eyed his already hardening cock.
Chris gave him an upward glance before gripping his shaft with both hands. Brody opened his mouth, a denial on his lips. Of course, he wanted—but he’d needed a moment of clarity, away from the young man consuming his thoughts. Only a sigh fell from him, no orders to halt.
Chris’ hands felt too good. His tongue and lips even better. Brody watched his cock disappearing within Chris’ firm lips, a slow, inward groan rumbling through him as his boy swallowed him nearly whole. Growing harder with every stroke of Chris’ lips, the guy struggled to take all of him again.
Under Brody, Chris lowered one hand to work his own shaft in long, quick spurts—almost blurring as his hand moved. Brody wanted to close his eyes and revel in the sensation of Chris suckling him… yet he couldn’t stop watching.