Andrew shrugged. “Train, I guess. I could go up Monday morning, see if I can stay with someone through the week, come back on—”
“No.” It was simple. That was not happening. Not if Eliot offered to have Andrew stay with him. “You’ll take the Jag.”
Andrew checked his forehead. “Nope. Not feverish.”
Brian brushed his hand off. “You will take the Jag. Either drop me off first or I’ll get an Uber. I can’t not have you at home every night.”
“I love you,” Andrew whispered.
“I know.”
After a moment, Andrew cracked up. “Did you just Han Solo me?”
“He is the greatest.”
“Greatest what?”
“Everything. No, wait. Not the greatest father. No one in that galaxy is.”
They discussed parenting in the Star Wars universe while preparing dinner, deciding Yoda was a good grandfather figure and Obi Wan a good father figure and that it was a pity they didn’t actually reproduce. As they ate side by side on the couch, Brian told Andrew Michael’s story about his brother.
“So, what you’re saying is I shouldn’t let Sam . . . or Vaughn bother me?” Andrew asked sceptically.
“No. Well, yeah, maybe. I mean they’re epic arseholes so of course they’re going to be bothersome, but maybe try not to let them dictate how you should be.” Brian glanced at Andrew’s still questioning expression. “Or something like that.”
“Are you worried they’ve put me off wanting a homosexual relationship with you?”
“No!” It was a bit too emphatic to be totally believable, but before Brian could cover himself, Andrew was kissing him. Very definitely kissing him. When he stopped, Brian was woozy and breathless, staring at Andrew’s wicked smile while his cock swelled to the point of nearly busting his underwear.
“Trust me,” Andrew whispered. “They could never change how I felt about you one single iota.”
Half an hour later, with three of Andrew’s fingers playing his prostate like an electric drum hooked up to every nerve in his body, Brian believed him completely. They needed to forget everything else and just be perfect on their own.
“Tonight,” Brian said the next morning after Andrew got off the phone with head office.
He’d agreed to work in Brisbane until things with Sam were sorted but wouldn’t start up there until Monday. Brian wanted to take advantage of their three uninterrupted days together.
“Tonight what?” Andrew got off the couch and took their breakfast bowls to the kitchen. It had been a late breakfast, considering they hadn’t gone to sleep until very late and slept in until Schrody’s petulant yowls coaxed them out into the world.
Brian held up a finger and made a tunnel with his other hand. As Andrew watched, he put the single finger through the hole.
“Idiot.” Andrew ran water in the sink. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I nearly suggested it last night.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t.”
“Well, you did that thing with your fingers and mouth and I came, so . . .”
Andrew laughed. “Okay, we’ll try tonight.”
Brian was a bundle of nervous energy right up to lunch, which was late, thanks to the late breakfast. He did the dishes to make Andrew happy, then pulled off his shirt and climbed onto Andrew’s lap and started proceedings. He figured it was the p.m., lunch was done, he could start getting that cock inside him. Andrew’s only condition was that they go upstairs before it got too far.
Impatient and naked, Brian threw himself onto their bed—it had stopped being just Andrew’s a couple of weeks back—and watched as Andrew slowly stripped.
“I don’t know if I hate or love this.” Brian stroked himself as Andrew’s incredible body was revealed bit by bit. He hadn’t gotten tired of looking at it, or wanting to touch it, or having it under him, over him, or anywhere around him.
Down to his blue boxer-briefs, which tented impressively, Andrew leaned over and kissed him. “You love it.”
“Yeah. Now hurry up and finish it.”
“Keep your knickers on . . . oh, too late.”
Brian shoved him away and, laughing, Andrew got the lube—familiar—and a condom—new to them together—from a drawer. The crinkle of the foil packet sent a ripple of excitement and apprehension through Brian. All of his research had gravely warned him this was going to hurt. Not too bad if the person behind the dick was cautious, though. He had no doubt Andrew would be super careful but still, he wasn’t sure about the pain. Pain was very subjective. “Not too bad” for the dude writing the book might be “oh my fucking god I’m splitting in two” for someone else.
Andrew wriggled out of his undies, giving Brian a wonderful show of his arse flexing, then lay down beside him. He reached up and smoothed the skin between Brian’s brows.
“You sure?” he asked again.
He nodded.
“I’m not going to hurt you. The second you look uncomfortable or say stop, it stops, okay?”
“I think it’s going to be uncomfortable regardless,” Brian admitted. He hadn’t wanted to bring up any negatives for fear of Andrew shooting down the whole idea. “But then it gets good. Like, really good. Some people can come just from prostate manipulation, no hand on dick at all.”
Andrew’s smile was slow and seductive. “I think that’d take practice.”
“Probably.” Brian pulled him down and kissed him.
They didn’t stop kissing for a long time. Andrew slid over him, his body pressing Brian into the mattress so perfectly he almost didn’t need anything more. But then Andrew got his feet between Brian’s and spread his legs. With a groan, Brian lifted his legs and cradled Andrew between his thighs. He loved this position. Loved holding Andrew this way, and not only because it put their dicks right up against each other’s. It also felt protective, like he was shielding Andrew, giving him somewhere safe to be while he lost control. And it had been sexy as all fuck when he saw it in the porn they watched.
“You are so amazing,” Andrew moaned, lips sliding along Brian’s jaw to his ear and the sensitive lobe.
“Takes one to know one.”
Andrew chuckled and sucked that lobe into his mouth. Brian bucked and his toes curled. Knees coming up for better leverage, Andrew started thrusting over him, powering their cocks together.
“You feel so good,” Brian gasped.
How did more guys not do this? Two dicks sliding and rubbing together just felt incredible. Pinned so tightly between their bodies, feeling each throb of Andrew’s cock against his own made him pulse in response, which would feed back into Andrew and it all turned into an endless, eager call and response cycle. The way their balls touched, rolling over each other, was just as erotic and hot. Andrew had worried at first that he wasn’t giving Brian as much stimulation as he was getting. Brian had assured him that wasn’t the case. The one ball might not have been as heavy as two, but it felt incredibly good and that was all that mattered. The whole act was intensely intimate, especially when Andrew looked into his eyes and shared how the sensation of Brian’s body made him feel all the same things.