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

element of surprise, even if Brendon had planned to get in his…pants.

“Holy shit!” Brendon looked so stunned Zeke felt a moment of doubt. Maybe he should have taken a more subtle position, but he did have a reason for this one.

“Brendon,” he murmured, voice heavy with need, “I need… I can’t, my knee sometimes it acts up and I can’t, can’t…but I…” Goddamned bigots and their pipes. Zeke felt like a bashful teenager fumbling through his first time.

“I know, Zeke, I know. Just, man, you’re so damned sexy it sucks the air right outta my lungs.” Brendon tore open the packet of lube, coating his fingers and cock with it. He trailed his fingers over Zeke’s balls, following the crease above them until he found the tight ring of flesh he sought. Zeke growled, startling himself, as Brendon stroked the sensitive opening, teasing and tormenting with each touch. Zeke thought he was going to go crazy by the time Brendon slowly, steadily, slid one finger into the tight channel.

Zeke went from growling to groaning as he pushed his ass back, riding Brendon’s finger.

“More,” he ordered, glaring over his shoulder at Brendon until he complied and worked a second finger in deep and hard. When those probing fingers lightly rubbed Zeke’s prostate, he couldn’t stop the hoarse yell that was torn from him. It was bliss and agony, because as great as it felt, his aching dick still needed some friction. Brendon seemed to understand, even without Zeke begging like he wanted to…if his pride would have allowed it. A rough hand slid over Zeke’s hip, then snaked around to grab his cock, spreading the leaking pre-cum around the flared head. Both of Brendon’s hands began moving in synch, stroking Zeke inside and out.

“So fucking hot,” Brendon gritted out. The hand fisting Zeke’s dick moved faster while Brendon’s fingers curled inside him, pegging Zeke’s gland again and again. Zeke bucked wildly, hands clawing into the furniture as his cock pulsed and his balls drew up tight, spurting cum through Brendon’s fingers.

When his vision finally shook off the orgasm-induced haze, Zeke watched as Brendon brought his spunk-covered hand to his lips. Eyes glued to Zeke’s, he flicked his tongue out and licked the white globs from his fingers. God. Damn. And the man thought he was hot? Brendon had him beat, hands down.

“You taste so good,” Brendon ground out, pulling his fingers from Zeke’s stretched opening. “Gonna fuck you now.”

Zeke groaned and tilted his ass up, reaching back to spread his cheeks while Brendon grabbed the strip of condoms and tore one off. The sound of that package being torn open had Zeke’s breath quickening in anticipation.

“Damn!” Brendon muttered the curse as he latched on to Zeke’s hip with one hand. Despite being stretched, Zeke grunted as Brendon pushed hard, seating his cock fully into Zeke’s snug channel. The pain was brief and quickly blotted out by pleasure, so much so that all he could concentrate on was not coming again immediately. Between watching Brendon lick the cum from his fingers and the fullness of the man’s cock in his ass, Zeke was having a hell of time trying to hold back.

Doesn’t quite seem fair, he thought, so Zeke moved his hips and clamped his inner muscles down tight. Brendon let out a hoarse yell and began surging in and out, one hand still clasping Zeke’s hip, the other pressing down on the small of his back. Zeke’s orgasm blasted through his body, curling his toes and blowing his mind. His muscles squeezed down hard on Brendon’s shaft and heard the man bellow as Brendon shoved in as deep as he could get, pumping jets of hot cum into the condom.

Brendon’s legs wobbled against Zeke’s own before the man leaned over him, belly to back, using his weight to push them both over onto the couch. There they lay, panting and shivering until they finally could speak.

“Shit, Zeke, that was…that was… I don’t even know how to describe it. I think the top of my head shot off, no joking.” Brendon sighed, melting against him.

Zeke didn’t think it was an exaggeration, either. Hell, it was a huge understatement. Zeke chuckled softly. “I know, baby, I don’t think I am going to be able to move for a while.” He groaned, but it wasn’t the sexy sound Brendon had drawn from him only minutes ago. “And somehow, I have to find the strength to clean the couch. Damn.”

Brendon eased up off of Zeke, his mind spinning with questions now that the blood had returned to his brain. What had happened in the kitchen? He wasn’t sure, but it looked to him as though the man had started to have a panic attack. Enessa had told him she thought her brother suffered from anxiety, but that, well, that was more than just anxiety. Brendon felt an urgent need to help him, a little tweak in his heart when he thought of the man hurting. He felt more for Zeke than he probably should, considering they had only just met. The thing was, since Nessa and Gloria had told him so much about Zeke, had spent the last few weeks telling him everything they could possibly think of about the man, it seemed to Brendon that he had known Zeke for quite a while.

However, he also knew how cautious the man was—and not without good reason—so he decided it would be best to keep his questions to himself for now. He watched as Zeke stood, favoring his bad knee and grimacing slightly.

“How about you point me to the bathroom and I go grab a couple of cloths for us—and the couch?” He could, at least, be useful in this one thing.

Zeke turned and looked at him, studying him for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, okay. Down the hall first door to the right.”

Brendon left him there, feeling Zeke watching him as he walked away. He was pretty sure the man had been looking for