“Good luck,” Brandt called softly back. And his wish must have worked, because for once, she let Shane do the transfer on the first try.
When he emerged, Brandt had made two glasses of lemonade and was finishing up two sandwiches.
“Figured you were probably as hungry as me.” Brandt gestured to the food, like it was no big deal him thinking of Shane like that. And maybe it was the hunger. Maybe it was the exhaustion from dealing with Jewel amid navigating the big box store. Maybe it was how Brandt’s hair looked in the afternoon light, a hundred shades from blond to brown, long strands fluttering around his rugged face. Or maybe it was that Shane’s body had finally had enough of his brain’s indecision.
Whatever it was, his feet carried him over to where Brandt stood by the counter. So much for his low-key pining for Brandt to make a move. Fuck that noise as Brandt would say. He could make a move too. He was perfectly capable of taking that one extra step, invading Brandt’s personal space.
“Thanks,” he said, voice already husky simply from being this close. Brandt smelled extra good, more woodsy than usual. “I think she’ll sleep awhile.”
“So, what you’re saying is it’s naptime?” Brandt hooked a finger in one of the belt loops on Shane’s jeans, pulled him even closer, so their thighs rubbed, let Shane crowd him the rest of the way against the cabinets.
“And we’re both adults.” Shane gave him a long, considering look before brushing the hair off Brandt’s face, giving in to the urge to bury his hands in the silky strands again.
“That we are.” Brandt met his gaze. He could have easily closed the mere inches separating their mouths, taken over and kissed Shane, but there was a certain playful curiosity in his eyes. “You taking suggestions for how we fill the time?”
“No.” Shane didn’t let himself smile because catching Brandt off balance was fun.
Predictably, both Brandt’s eyebrows went up. “No?”
“Nope.” Releasing Brandt’s hair, Shane sank to his knees in a smooth motion. “I already know what I want.”
“Oh, now that is an idea.” Brandt traced Shane’s lips with his thumb, hissing softly when Shane nipped at his fingers.
“Like it?” Shane danced his fingers across Brandt’s belt, stopping right at the clasp.
“Definitely not opposed.” Brandt bumped his hips forward. Subtle he was not. This time Shane couldn’t help the smile.
“Good.” Shane undid the belt, then stroked the outline of Brandt’s cock through his pants. “I know you said we don’t need to make a list, but if we did...”
“This might be at the top of mine.” Brandt groaned low as Shane freed his cock. And damn, the novelty of a cock that wasn’t his own in his hand was enough to send all Shane’s blood rushing south. Brandt’s cock was close in size to his own, making Shane want to line them up, jack them off together. Later. Because there would be a later, because he was done fighting this. And also because right then, he was more concerned with exploring.
Cataloging all the tiny differences between them made a shiver race up his back. Brandt was more ruddy, more thick veins on the shaft, sexy to trace with his thumb. Like Shane, he was cut, but his cockhead was more oval, more of a defined ridge as it flared out, bold and assertive as the man himself. He stroked Brandt with his fist a few times, trying to decide what to try first with his mouth. He’d played this out in his head enough in the last week that actually being here was a little overwhelming.
Tentatively, he opened his fist and traced the thickest vein with the tip of his tongue. The skin was velvety soft even as Brandt’s cock was hard enough to pulse against Shane’s palm. And simply that much contact was enough to have Brandt moaning again, a muffled sound like he was biting his lip. His hips thrust forward again, clear request for more. Shane could do that, using the flat of his tongue now, all along the shaft before he found a spot on the underside that made Brandt shudder and curse.
“Oh fuck. Yeah. That.”
“You like?” Bolder now, he made his way to the cockhead finally, laving it all over. The tip had a drop of clear fluid waiting there. Salty. Sexy, knowing he’d coaxed that from Brandt. He liked it enough that he licked at the slit more until another drop slipped onto his tongue.
“Hell yeah.” Brandt stroked Shane’s hair, not directing or pushing, but there, a solid, warm presence making Shane feel even more connected to him. “I’d say you’re a natural, but damn, why don’t you practice some more?”
“Willing victim, huh?” Shane laughed before licking some more.
“Taking one for the team.” Brandt’s tease ended on a strangled groan as Shane finally took the head fully in his mouth. “Oh, God. Do that again.”
“This?” Shane repeated the action, sucking harder this time, still careful to not go too low. Gagging would be the opposite of hot. He’d sucked his own fingers while jerking off enough to know that deep throating wasn’t going to be in his bag of tricks quite yet.
“Yeah. More.” And maybe Brandt understood that Shane was being cautious with depth because he wrapped a fist around the base of his cock. With his other hand still in Shane’s hair, it was almost like he was feeding it to Shane, which was such a turn-on that it made Shane’s cock throb against his fly.
In porn, the guy doing the sucking often jerked off, but Shane wasn’t sure he was that coordinated. And besides, he wanted to focus both on Brandt and on memorizing every single detail about this experience. The weight on his tongue. The salty taste whenever he did something that Brandt particularly liked. The feel of Brandt’s jeans against Shane’s torso.
“Harder. Love that.” Brandt’s whispered praise made Shane redouble his efforts to turn Brandt on. He discovered that he could use his tongue while sucking if he was careful about his teeth. Brandt seemed to like that tongue action a lot, hand speeding up along with his moans. “Fuck. Fuck. Close.”
Shane pulled back enough to groan himself. “Yeah, you are. I want to taste it.”
“Tested.” Above him, Brandt nodded, eyes glassy but serious. “Before season. Promise.”
“Good. Gimme.” Even more eager now, if that were even possible, he channeled all the anticipation racing through him to his mouth, moving faster now, finding a rhythm that worked in tandem with Brandt’s motions. Spit ran down his chin and his tongue lost coordination, but it was worth it, earning Brandt’s moans.
“Shane. God. Just...” Brandt was breathing hard and his hand tightened in Shane’s hair. Shane pushed up with his tongue, milking the shaft. “That. There. Oh, there.”
Then Brandt was coming, and it was such a rush, knowing he’d caused it, that it almost tipped him over too. It was a lot too, multiple spurts, and swallowing was a trick, enough to keep his own orgasm at bay. So fucking hot though, the sounds Brandt made, like he was fighting a losing battle on being loud.