A Subtle Breeze, Bailey Bradford [year 2 reading books .txt] 📗

gaze in the mirror as both hands now stroked down Brendon’s lower back, stopping and cupping his ass cheeks firmly. Zeke leaned over Brendon, licking and nipping at his neck, using that sexy mouth to follow the path his hands had taken. He heard Zeke’s knee creak when his lover knelt behind him and started to say something, tell him not to put a strain on the injury. Opening his mouth to speak, he instead let out a whimper when his ass cheeks were spread open, exposing his anus for a kiss.

“Ah, fuck, Zeke!” Brendon moaned, pushing his ass against Zeke’s face as his lover nibbled and sucked on the sensitive opening. He thought he heard a grumble in response, then Zeke laved his hole with the flat of his tongue and Brendon couldn’t hear anything but the buzz of pleasure that exploded from his balls to his brain and threatened to blow out his eardrums.

At some point, it registered to Brendon that he was panting and making a sound that was awfully close to a whine. He was certain that would emasculate him in any other circumstance, but he right now, didn’t care. He’d give Zeke everything, including his pride, and not regret it. His cock was so hard with the need to come that it hurt, each thrust of that tongue in his ass making his balls throb with the need for release.

“Zeke…please,” Brendon moaned, breaking down and reaching for his cock. Zeke ran his tongue over Brendon’s hole one last time then rose, reaching beside Brendon to open a drawer and pull out a condom and a tube of lube.

“Stop, babe.” Zeke watched, waiting until Brendon took his hand away from his cock and resumed his position. Zeke ripped open the condom package and had his dick sheathed in seconds. He uncapped the lube and coated his dick, gaze burning into Brendon’s the whole time. Zeke stepped back behind Brendon, spreading his cheeks wide once again and pressing two fingers into his saliva-slicked hole.

It wasn’t enough. Brendon needed Zeke, needed his lover inside and filling him until he thought he would burst from the pleasure of it. “Please,” he whispered, voice breaking with need.

Zeke scissored his fingers once, twice, then pulled out and slid his cock in, thrusting hard until he was buried to the hilt in Brendon’s clasping channel. His groan blended with Brendon’s, eyes locking on each other in the mirror. Zeke smiled and rocked his hips before pulling back, one hand coming around to grab Brendon’s dick, the other reaching for his balls. Zeke slammed back into the depths of Brendon’s ass, tugging at his balls while stroking his shaft.

Bending his knees slightly, Zeke began thrusting short and hard, hands moving in time with his hips, drawing groans from Brendon as pleasure hit him from every direction. Brendon jerked his hips back to meet Zeke’s thrusts, forward to fuck the hand around his cock. A hoarse sound was torn from Brendon’s throat as his spine tingled, pleasure racing through him as his inner muscles clamped down on Zeke’s dick.

When the first drop of spunk hit Zeke’s hand, he let go of Brendon’s balls and pulled him upright, watching in the mirror as cum shot onto Brendon’s body. Zeke locked his arm tight and buried his cock so deep in his ass that Brendon came up on his toes and reached back to clasp Zeke’s hips for support.

Brendon couldn’t take his eyes off the sight they made in the mirror—Zeke’s strong arm around his waist, Brendon’s own arms extended back to clasp his lover, his head tipped back on Zeke’s shoulder. And Zeke, so gorgeous, so fucking perfect, teeth clenched as he tossed his head back and filled the latex in Brendon’s ass with pounding jets of spunk. Just looking at the tendons standing out in his lover’s neck as his orgasm ripped through him had Brendon’s cock twitching all over again.

“Fuck, baby,” Zeke groaned, resting his chin on Brendon’s shoulder once their climaxes were complete. “Just, holy fuck.”

Brendon turned his head and tipped it back, kissing Zeke as they both trembled and struggled to breath.

“I know, Zeke, I think we are in serious danger of fucking to death.” Brendon figured if they had many more sessions like this one, his heart might just burst, or stop, or something. But, still…

Zeke opened one eye and looked at Brendon’s reflection. “I can think of many worse ways to go. As a matter of fact”—he brought his lips to Brendon’s neck, sucked hard and brought up another mark—“any way is a worse way to go.”

Laughing, Brendon couldn’t do anything but agree.

* * * *

Zeke jerked upright in bed, eyes flying open in the darkness as he gasped for air. A sheen of sweat coated his body, soaking the sheets. Just a nightmare, he knew, but his heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest, and he couldn’t get enough oxygen. Fuck, he felt like he was dying.

Through the fog of panic gripping him, Zeke heard a voice calling his name. “Breathe,” it said, and damn it, wasn’t he trying to do that with each short, jerky gasp? Hands gripped his shoulders, smoothing and working at the tensed muscles.

“Zeke!” Brendon, it was Brendon who was reaching out to him.

Zeke latched onto that voice like a lifeline, struggling to focus on the sound of his lover’s words even if they weren’t making sense yet. He felt something press up against his back, felt the warmth of Brendon’s breath against his ear. Zeke tried to remember what Brendon had told him last time this had happened. If he could just focus, convince his body it didn’t need to ratchet up the fight-or-flight instinct just now… The pressure of his lover’s warm thighs bracketing his own helped push against the fear throbbing through his veins. Breathe, relax—that’s what he needed to do.

“Long, deep breaths, love,” Brendon murmured against his ear.

Zeke tried to suck in