by Rae Marks
Bray let out a breath of relief. The last thing he needed was for Sam to plop him onto a plane home, which was exactly what he’d do if he found out that Bray still had every intention of talking to his brother.
Keep an eye on him. Make sure he’s safe.
After a moment Bray added one last request.
Make sure they’re both safe.
Max’s only response was a thumbs-up emoji. It still gave Bray some relief. He wasn’t sure how long the coins would send a signal before their power source died, but he liked knowing that both Mase and Sam had someone looking out for them.
Bray deleted all the messages to and from Max. The phone was a burner—no way was Sam aware of what he’d just done. Still, his adrenaline spiked when there was knock on the door.
“Dinner’ll be ready in ten,” Sam said.
Bray let out a slow breath and closed his eyes. He was shaky and little lightheaded. He needed food and sleep. He hoped he wouldn’t be getting much of the second, though, even if he needed it.
Dinner was a much more low-key event than it had been the past few nights. Sam had made a simple pasta with chicken and a cream sauce.
“Mm-m. I love it when you’re on KP, Magnum,” Ax said as he helped himself to seconds.
“It’s really good. Thank you,” Bray added.
Sam smirked at how much Ax was loading onto his plate before giving Bray a nod of acknowledgment. Things seemed a little awkward between them.
Bray imagined it was because they no longer needed to play the role of boyfriends. He missed their banter. Even if it hadn’t been easy, it had felt more real than this stilted silence between them.
“Well, since you had KP, I have night watch. Thanks for the grub.” Ax lifted his full plate in thanks as he stood from the table.
The silence when Ax left the room seemed to grow. Bray shoveled a few more bites into his mouth, but his appetite quickly disappeared. If Ax was going to be watching the security cameras all night, that left both bedrooms open.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sam
Sam knew what he had to do in the morning. Hell, not even morning…in a few short hours. It was a little past midnight—not the best time to eat, but none of them had been able to have dinner since Bray had been taken.
As soon as Ax left the room, Bray had gone silent. He’d stopped eating and just used his fork to make strange designs with the noodles on his plate.
He seemed so relaxed and easy with Ax, yet so tense with Sam. Did he want to be told what do to? Did he need that? He shouldn’t.
They didn’t need to pretend to be lovers anymore. If he was going to explain himself to Mase, he could almost excuse what had happened in the hotel, but if anything happened tonight, there was no hiding behind the op. This was simply him not being able to resist having a little more time wrapped up in Bray’s body.
Sam’s dick twitched under the table at the thought of one more night of play. They’d thought last night would be it. He planned on taking advantage of the few extra hours as long as Bray was willing.
“Tell me,” Sam said.
Bray looked up at him. He lifted his eyebrows as if Sam was going to tack more onto that sentence.
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me which bed you want to sleep in tonight. Tell me if you still want me to take charge. Tell me what you want.”
“Please, take charge.” Bray sighed.
Sam had to lift his hips a little to adjust as any extra room in his slacks disappeared. Raw images of all the things he wanted to do to Bray flashed through his mind. He knew he’d have to narrow in on one, but it would be a tough choice.
“We’ll continue to use the color scale—green, yellow, red.”
Bray nodded.
“If you’re finished, clean off your plate and put it in the dishwasher. Then I want you to pick a bedroom. I don’t care which one. Strip down, lie on the bed and wait for me.”
Bray stood so quickly from the table that his chair tipped back and fell on the floor. That comforted Sam a little. Maybe Bray wanted him almost as much as he wanted Bray. One last time. And it would be one. He had one rubber in his wallet, and it wasn’t like he could have added condoms to the list he’d given to Yulia.
After righting his chair, Bray emptied his plate into the trash, rinsed his dish and put it in the dishwasher. He chose the room on the east side of the apartment, the one farthest from the security room. Sam smiled as he stood to clean the kitchen. That also happened to be the room with the en suite bathroom.
Sam took his time cleaning the kitchen. The anticipation would turn Bray’s crank, but he didn’t want to make him wait long enough that he started to doubt his appeal. Bray was irresistible, and the fact that Sam was giving up precious hours of sleep to spend a few last moments with him just proved that.
“Fuck.”
The word burst from Sam unwittingly when he entered the bedroom to find that Bray had pulled his knees to his chest and spread himself as Sam had asked him to the first night. The position was so vulnerable and so fucking sexy that Sam stumbled over himself to get naked.
“I only have one rubber,” Sam said as he dug it out of his wallet, along with a packet of lube.
Bray nodded.
They were both hard and leaking. Sam wasn’t usually this excited after he’d already taken someone.
Maybe it was because Bray was forbidden, the brother of his best friend. Maybe it was that they had been on borrowed time since the beginning. Maybe it was because Sam hadn’t expected a softhearted kid like Bray to get off on being dominated. Maybe it was simply because Bray was sweeter than chocolate and Sam had always had a sweet tooth.
“I don’t think anyone could resist such a sexy temptation.”
Sam ran the pad of his thumb over Bray’s pucker. Bray groaned and writhed on the bed.
“If we had more time, I’d take you to the edge so many times you’d beg me for relief. When I finally let you come, you’d fly.”
“Please,” Bray begged.
“We don’t have time for that right now.” Or ever. Sam shook that thought from his mind, because it was simply too depressing to think of Bray exploring this new side of himself with someone else.
“Because we’re short on time,” Sam continued, “I’m going to let you choose. What will send you flying? Do you want my tongue inside you? Do you want me to spank you? Do you want something new?”
“I want it all.”
“Something new then,” Sam decided. “I’ll be right back.”
Sam took a fresh pillowcase from the cabinet near the bathroom and blindfolded Bray. He went to the bathroom and the kitchen to find things he needed.
Bray was exactly as Sam had left him. The sight not only turned Sam on but released something in his chest. Bray wanted this. A part of him had worried Bray was just putting on a show for the listening devices in the hotel room. But here he was begging for more. It made him wish this night could last forever.
Sam took the new toothbrush he’d pulled out of the cabinet in the bathroom and opened it. Bray’s head tilted to the side as he listened.
“Hold still. Don’t move. I won’t hurt you, but I want you to pay attention to the sensations.”
Bray gave a nod and relaxed his head back onto the pillow. Sam laid the toothbrush on the mattress by Bray’s hip. He wished he had his own things to use. In truth, even if they’d been in Sam’s apartment, he’d be scrounging a little. He’d barely had time to find a hook-up here or there to scratch his itch and his collection of toys was pitifully small.
He hadn’t played like this in years and he didn’t remember it being quite this exciting. He’d taken some training, done some scenes in D/s clubs, but he’d never had his own partner to play with, to explore with.
Pulling the wrapping off a new feather duster, Sam tossed it on the bed as well. And finally, a metal dental pick. More than anything, he’d love to add a vibrating dildo to his array, but they didn’t provide those in
a safe house.
Sam used the toothbrush first. He tried not to put any weight on the bed so Bray wouldn’t know what was coming. He knelt on the floor between Bray’s spread legs, reached up and gently brushed over Bray’s balls.
Bray’s gasp echoed in the empty room. His erection bobbed up and down and his hips twitched.
“No moving,” Sam said as he swatted Bray’s ass.
Bray groaned but tried to remain still. His erection bobbed again, but Bray couldn’t control that if he wanted to. Sam pulled back then leaned forward and brushed over Bray’s hole.
“Holy fuck. What is that?”
“Shh-h,” Sam chided.
The door was locked, but he didn’t want to bring Ax out of the security room. This place did not have the sound blocking that the high-end hotel had boasted.
Bray’s muscles were tight as he awaited the next touch. Sam gently laid the toothbrush down and picked up the duster. Plucking out one feather, he gently ran it up the underside of Bray’s cock.
“Oh God,” Bray groaned.
His dick bounced up and down in excitement and he clenched his ass cheeks, his hips lifting slightly up off the bed. Sam knew he was close, but he spanked him anyway. He gave him three on each ass cheek for the disobedience.
Bray growled and shot all over his chest on the fifth slap. Sam smiled and still continued on with the sixth. Bray’s abs spasmed and more semen shot from his cock. Sam was elated that he’d made Bray come without so much as a finger on his dick. He was also disappointed he hadn’t gotten to the third sensation of the cold, hard metal.
Bray’s spent cock deflated a little and lay gently along his belly. Sam leaned forward and licked it from base to tip. He felt it jitter under his tongue and Bray spouted some unintelligible gibberish before ripping away his blindfold and watching Sam clean him off.
Sam licked the jizz off Bray’s abs and worked his way up to his chest. Bray started to harden again.
Oh, to be young and horny, he thought.
When he licked Bray’s nipple, it beaded up and Bray’s breaths began to come out in pants. Sam gently bit down and pulled. Bray puffed out a breath and Sam felt Bray’s cock pulse against his ribs.
“Please,” Bray begged.
“Do you think I can make you come just from nipple play?” Sam asked.
“I…I want to play too. This is the last… Please.”
Sam knew what he’d cut himself off from saying, and he wanted to give Bray something, something neither of them would ever forget.
“What do you want? Tell me?”
“I want to taste you like you tasted me.”
Sam’s first instinct was to roar a big fat ‘no’. But his mouth didn’t open and he found himself contemplating something he had promised he would never allow again—his own vulnerability. Bray was so gentle, so sweet. Could he trust him enough to open up like that?
“Never mind. Just please fuck me. I don’t—”
Sam placed a finger over Bray’s lips to quiet him while he tried to make sense of the chaos in his brain. When he thought about Bray’s face in his ass, his hole twitched—but not in fear, in excitement. Sam swallowed thickly and pulled back to look at Bray.
“I didn’t mean to ruin this,” Bray said when Sam lifted his hand.
“You didn’t ruin anything. I told you to ask for what you wanted and you did. That’s exactly what I expect of you.”
Bray nodded but looked pointedly at Sam’s flaccid dick.
“I’ll be right back,” Sam said before escaping to the bathroom.
After turning on the hot water, he leaned forward over the sink. Sam took a good, long look at himself. Am I really ready to do this?
Sam wet his hand and reached back to touch his own pucker. He hadn’t even done that in all these years, except for a cursory scrub in the shower. He was surprised when his first thought was to wonder how Bray’s tongue would feel there. The dark memories were there under the surface, but they weren’t choking him.
He found himself wanting to give Bray this first as well. The first time Bray had both received and given a rim job. You never forget your first. And though Bray technically wasn’t Sam’s first, he was Sam’s first…well, his first everything anal since he’d figured out he had to be in control in the bedroom in order to have any kind of sex.
He used the water to clean himself up as best he could without a shower. Then he washed his hands and stepped back into the bedroom.
Bray lay back on the bed, worry causing his lips to pinch into a frown. When Sam sat on the bed and smiled, Bray smiled back.
“It—” Sam’s voice cracked and he had to clear his throat before he could continue. “It’s been a long time since I’ve bottomed in any sense of the word. If we do this, I’ll be the one using the color scale and we’ll be starting on yellow.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Brayden
Bray felt a weight drop onto his shoulders when Sam said ‘yellow’. He had a feeling Sam was giving him something very private, very special as a goodbye present.
Bray’s chest puffed up a little with pride that Sam would trust him with something that was so obviously hard for him. He was also scared to death he’d fuck it up, since he’d never done it before.
He considered backing out and coming up with an alternative, but then he looked at Sam. His eyes were clear, but there was apprehension there. He guessed that was what ‘yellow’ meant.
Bray would do his best to try to make it good. Sam needed control and Bray thought of a way to give it to him.
“I’ll lie down,” Bray said. “You can kneel over my—”
“B, you’ve never done this before. Having someone sit on your face is a little intimidating.”
“I like when you control things. It…it does it for me. I don’t want this to be any different.”
Something inside him surged at the look of relief in Sam’s eyes as he nodded. It took Sam a minute to situate himself facing the foot of the bed. Bray lay back and enjoyed the view. He liked looking at asses—he was gay, after all—but he’d never been so close to someone’s hole before. Sam’s pucker was more of a raspberry color and Bray’s mouth watered to find out what it tasted like.
Sam knelt back, placing himself inches from Bray’s face. He felt Sam’s hands on his hips as he steadied himself. Gently, Bray began to caress Sam’s cheeks and slowly pull them apart just to get a better look.
“God, I can’t wait to see what you taste like.” Bray groaned.
It gave him hope when Sam didn’t say ‘red’. His cock throbbed a little when he saw that his words actually had Sam’s hole twitching. When he leaned up, Bray felt Sam’s fingers dig into his hips, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
Wanting to take it slowly, he leaned forward and just touched the tip of his tongue to the very center of Sam’s opening. Sam gasped but didn’t warn him off, so he licked again, this time more firmly. Sam flexed his ass muscles and shot back his hips a little, seeking more.
Bray smiled as much as he could with his tongue all the way out. The taste was foreign. It was more tangy and bitter than semen, but he didn’t mind it at all, especially if he could make Sam lose control.
Flattening his tongue, Bray laved at Sam’s pucker. Sam controlled the pressure but Bray wiggled his tongue randomly, causing Sam to groan. Eventually, the muscled ring began to loosen. Bray felt it flutter open a little, so he pointed his tongue when Sam rocked forward. On his backward thrust, Bray’s tongue breached him.
Bray’s balls drew up tight as he heard a noise he hadn’t even been sure Sam was capable of making, a whimper. For a second, Bray worried it might be a sound of distress, but on the next pass, Sam pushed back even harder. Bray’s tongue pressed inside and he chanced a little flick of his tip.
Sam gasped and pushed back again. Bray pulled Sam’s cheeks even farther apart and pressed himself forward. He’d meant to let Sam take charge, but he also wanted Sam to lose that tightly held control.
Sam’s thrusts became fast and erratic. Bray wondered if he could make Sam come by pressing his prostate. On the next press back, Bray pushed his fingertip in along with his tongue.
“Red,” Sam said and pulled away.
Bray scrambled up and grabbed Sam’s wrist. Sam pulled himself free and rushed back to the bathroom. Bray sank back onto the bed and put his head in his hands. This was not how he wanted his time with Sam to end.
When the bathroom door clicked open a moment later, Bray’s head shot up. Sam stood there. The light was at his back, so Bray couldn’t see his expression.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted—”
“It’s not you,” Sam interrupted.
Bray knew this had to do with something in Sam’s past, but he couldn’t help but berate himself for pushing too hard. He really didn’t want Sam’s last memory of him to be wrapped up with fear and regret.
“I pushed too far,” Bray said.
“I pushed your limits and you pushed mine. It’s only fair. That’s what a safe word is for. You stopped right away. That’s perfect. I just… I needed a moment. I shouldn’t have left without telling you what was going on. That wasn’t fair.”
“I understand,” Bray said.
“Do you? Because I don’t always understand myself.”
He was surprised by Sam’s honesty. The last thing he wanted was to overstep and make Sam close off again. Bray licked his lips.
“I don’t always understand myself either. I mean, I’ve never done the things I’ve done with you.” Bray circled his hands helplessly between the two of them.
He couldn’t bring himself to put a name to it. Maybe if they were building a relationship, he’d be able to find the words, but he just couldn’t seem to spit them out.
“So I gathered,” Sam said with a small smirk.
“I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable. I knew you didn’t like your ass touched.”
“It’s not… I don’t… It’s something I thought I’d worked through.”
Bray nodded but didn’t call Sam out. It seemed like Sam’s way of working through his issue was making sure his lovers couldn’t really reach his ass. Mentioning that would ruin the little time they had left together.