Up in Smoke (Hotshots 4)

Brandt’s skin heated. He’d turned down the dimmer switch for the lights and pulled back the covers. And yeah, he’d laid out lube, three toys, and some condoms and a towel for easier cleanup.

“Told you. I had this idea in the shower.” His voice was a little defensive because he wasn’t used to this level of eagerness from himself. “Almost got off to my fantasy, but I decided to wait for you.”

“Waiting is hopefully the more fun option.” Shane licked his lips. Maybe Brandt wasn’t the only one super eager. That helped.

“Hell, yes.”

“Now, tell me about your...collection.” Shane kept turning pinker and pinker the longer he looked at the bed.

“None of that shy act.” Laughing, Brandt wrapped him up in a hug from behind, sliding a hand down Shane’s torso. “Your dick says you’re plenty into my toys.”

“I’m into you.” Shane tipped his head back against Brandt’s. “Still not sure about trying a dildo or something myself, but hell, thinking about you with any of these has me ready to shoot in my jeans.”

“Can’t have that.” Palming Shane through his jeans, Brandt lightly squeezed his hard cock before releasing him so he could point at the various options. “Mmm. You wanted to know the difference between them. This smaller one vibrates. Helpful for hands-free action. This other one has fun ridges and an angled tip to hit the sweet spot. And this bigger one is for when I want to feel full.”

The last one was more phallic than the other two, which were more like fun plugs with flared bases. The bigger one was blue silicone, with a distinct round head, long shaft, and then longer curved base that allowed for easier gripping for fucking himself. He had another with a suction cup base, but that was more of shower toy, not as suitable for showing off. And showing off was exactly what he wanted to do. The thought alone of Shane watching him with any of these had his cock throbbing.

“And that feels good?” Shane hadn’t moved his eyes off of the big one. “Full?”

“Uh huh. And how.” Brandt reached around Shane to pick it up, show him the heft of it. “This the one you want to see?”

Shane inhaled sharply as he trailed a finger down the length of the toy. “Yeah. Please.”

“So polite.” Chuckling, Brandt dragged the chair he usually tossed his shirts on over near the bed. “You have a seat here so you can see all the action.”

“You’ve seriously thought this through.” Shane took the chair, legs spread, outline of his hard cock still prominent. His T-shirt was still twisted from the hallway make-out session, and Brandt came behind him and tugged at the fabric until Shane got the hint and removed it. He could keep the jeans on, but Brandt hadn’t had nearly enough time to admire his lean yet chiseled chest with the barest dusting of hair and dusky nipples.

“You’re not the only one with a creative imagination.” Stepping back in front of Shane, he pulled off his own shirt.

“Apparently not...damn.” Shane started out teasing but finished on a groan as Brandt’s shorts hit the floor.

“You like?” Brandt preened a bit, coming close enough that Shane could touch if he wanted. Which mercifully he did, dancing his fingers down Brandt’s chest to rest right above his cock.

“You know I do.” Holding Brandt’s gaze, Shane gave his cock a few firm strokes before releasing it. “Now get on that bed before I change my mind about what we’re doing here.”

“Look who’s bossy now.” Not truly put out, Brandt scrambled to the center of the bed, leaning back on a stack of pillows and angling himself so that Shane would have a good view of his ass.

“Hey, I never promised to be a silent audience.” Shane leaned forward, eyes intense as he swept them over Brandt’s naked body.

“Good. Talk me through it.” Brandt didn’t mind one bit if Shane wanted to get talky. Or bossy. He fucking loved it when Shane took over a kiss, and this was no different, the heady rush of giving up some control. “Tell me what you want to see.”

“Show me how you warm up on your own.” Shane reached out and tapped Brandt’s foot. He was almost but not quite close enough to touch more of Brandt and the friction between wanting his touch and wanting to give him a show, amped Brandt up further.

“Alone, I don’t have much patience,” he had to admit, running his hands down his torso, quick journey straight to his cock.

Shane gave a dry laugh. “Somehow I’m not surprised.”

“I go right for jerking it, but not too tight or fast yet.” He kept his fist loose, enjoying the slide of his hard cock against his calloused palm. “A little tease is good. Gets me harder.”