“You are.” Brandt stretched out on the bed, hair spilling over the pillow. He looked like a Roman god awaiting servicing, but then he moved his arms over his head like he was offering up all that power to Shane. “Whatever you want.”
“I want you.” Clothes off, Shane lay down next to him. That wasn’t quite close enough, so he moved to straddle Brandt, who responded by undulating his spine, further putting himself at Shane’s disposal. The perfect gift. Shane’s breath hitched. “This. I want this.”
He claimed Brandt’s mouth, slow now, leisurely sips. If this was his present, he was going to savor it. And work until Brandt burned as brightly as he did. Sliding his lips along Brandt’s bristly jaw, he then explored his neck, all the little places that made Brandt groan and gasp. Shane kept his touch light too, brushing over Brandt’s arms and torso, finding future spots for his lips to land. Muscular shoulders. Dip between his collarbones. Sternum. Dusky nipples.
“Damn.” Brandt was panting now, eyes glassy as his body shifted restlessly. “Can we go back to hurrying up?”
“Hush. Let me have my birthday present.” He raked his mouth along Brandt’s pec, capturing his nipple in a gentle bite.
“Fuck. Love your teeth.” Brandt’s groan had everything to do with getting the sort of friction he always seemed to like and nothing to with loving Shane, but still Shane’s pulse skipped at that word. Brandt threaded his fingers through Shane’s hair, grip just this side of too tight, like he wanted to keep Shane right there.
Keep me. Keep me. Shane’s heart laid down a desperate beat, an unspoken wish that underscored every touch, every love bite. Finally, it was him, not Brandt, groaning and him who reached for the nightstand.
“Oh yeah.” Lips kiss swollen and body wearing more than a couple of Shane’s marks, Brandt already looked thoroughly fucked out as he widened his legs and grinned.
Shane had to laugh at that. “Guess that answers how you feel about fucking tonight.”
“Have at me.” Brandt stretched his arms to touch the headboard again, and Shane wanted a picture of him exactly like that, eager and needy and all for him. “Here. Let me flip.”
“I want it like this.” Shane stayed him by pressing down on his shoulders. And damn, wasn’t that heady, pinning Brandt to the mattress. “Want to watch you come apart.”
They’d fucked a few more times after that first time, and Brandt almost always flipped over to some variation of on his knees. Which was fine and hot as hell, but this time Shane wanted to see his face. Felt primal and possessive in a way that wasn’t usually Shane’s thing, but right then he wanted every piece of Brandt he could get.
“I’m not all that.” Brandt, who was a walking, talking fantasy for a huge swath of the population, actually blushed. Damn. His uncertainty might be even more arousing than his usual cocky confidence.
“Yeah, you are.” Stretching back up, he gave Brandt a soft kiss before reaching for the stuff he’d retrieved from the nightstand. “And I’m gonna make you come without your hand.”
“Fuck, yes.” Brandt scooted back on the bed, eyes intent as Shane moved between his legs. “Do it.”
Even with a clear invitation like that, Shane still wasn’t going to skip the chance to play a little first. After he slicked up his fingers, he gently eased one in, knowing full well that Brandt was about to demand two. Making him wait was at least half the fun of this. But so was finding that magic spot inside Brandt that made Brandt rock up to meet his hand and made needy noises escape his throat.
“Damn. I still can’t get over how much you love this.” He went ahead and gave Brandt two fingers, working him more open.
Brandt’s voice came out strained and breathless. “My offer to give you a demo still stands.”
“Sometime.” Seeing how much fun Brandt seemed to have bottoming had made Shane more curious, but his body had another agenda tonight. “Right now, I want this.”
“Yeah. Me too.” Head falling back, Brandt rode Shane’s fingers like he was on a mission to get off in the next five minutes. “Damn. Do it already. Come on.”
“Now who’s impatient?” Laughing, Shane went ahead and took care of the condom and more lube.
“Me. Need you.” Brandt’s eyes fluttered open, a seriousness there Shane wasn’t sure he’d seen before.
You. Oh, how he wanted that to be true. Not Brandt wanting someone to help with the baby and not someone to fuck and experiment with but wanting Shane specifically.
“You’ve got me.” He meant it too, even given their earlier conversation. He couldn’t give this up, not now. If Brandt needed him, then he was going to do his damnedest to be here, giving him that.
As he met Brandt’s solemn expression, time felt especially tenuous though, like whatever this was might slip through their fingers any second. No. He refused to go there. He wasn’t letting go. Couldn’t let go.
All he could do was hold on. Hold on to Brandt and hold on to this precious, fragile thing between them. Hold on literally too, gripping Brandt’s strong thigh, pushing it back as he moved into position between his legs. He loved how unexpectedly flexible Brandt was, belying his sturdy, muscular build. And he loved how Brandt always met him more than halfway, pulling his own legs up, body already surging toward Shane even before he lined up his cock.
Even with the earlier fingering, Brandt was tight. Almost too tight. But he always seemed to have some sort of cheat code where right when Shane was about to pull back, Brandt managed to relax and take him in. The way Brandt groaned and sank into the mattress felt like Brandt welcoming him with his whole body. That first time had also felt like this, familiar in a way that nothing had prepared him for. And again now, the sense of coming home as he slid in made him gasp right along with Brandt.
“More.” Brandt moved with him, no patience for Shane trying to slow things down. “Please.”
“God damn, I love when you beg.” And no way could he deny the plea either. He thrust more purposefully now, aiming for that spot that made Brandt moan and curse as his eyes drifted closed again.
“Too fucking good.”
“Yeah it is.” Trying to figure out an angle that might let him sneak a kiss, he bent forward, which apparently did something good for Brandt because he met Shane’s mouth with a hungry urgency.
“Fuck. Need...” Breaking the kiss, Brandt tried to work a hand between their bodies, but Shane batted it away.
“None of that. Wait for it.” His voice had seldom been so demanding even as his own body struggled for control.
“Gonna kill me.” Brandt’s voice was pained, but the way he was meeting each of Shane’s thrusts said he wanted all of this, including being pushed to wait.