Up in Smoke (Hotshots 4)

“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.

“Hardly.” Somehow he managed a laugh. “I like you too much to want to end you.”

Like was an understatement, but even admitting that much had him finding Brandt’s mouth again for a kiss, needing to block out all the warning lights in his brain trying to tell him that this was too much, too fast. Fuck that. Forget everything except this kiss right here, this driving need to be as deep inside Brandt as possible.

And Brandt must have liked that sort of desperation because he was groaning with every thrust now. “Yeah. Like that. More.”

His cockhead was damp against his belly, bouncing every time Shane went deep. He had to be close now, and it would be so easy to grab his cock, send him over the edge. But Shane was determined to see if his boast could work.