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'As long as we are clear on that', Jay said, moving away from Brendan. He managed a few inches before the man grabbed his hips and pulled him back into the straddling position.
'I kind of like you there, on top.'
Brendan surprised himself by even saying it. In all of his experiences with men, he was always the one on top, the one who dominated, the one that directed how it all played out. But seeing Jay's fierce expression and an obviously desperate desire to have at least some control over what was happening between them, he decided to compromise. He could do that, let the boy think he was in charge while guiding him through what he hoped was one of his many sexual fantasies come to life.
Obediently, Jay lowered himself back, his pelvis now dangerously close to Brendan's. The man looked pleased. He gave Jay a knowing look and put his somewhat moist hands on the boy's thighs, then started moving them up, exerting more pressure once he reached his abs. He spread his fingers wide, slid them up his torso, slowly, seductively, curling the tips so that they would leave distinctive marks all the way up to the boy's neck. Then he turned them into a feather light touches over his pulse points, then the chin, before forcefully tangling them into the loose strands of the boy's hair and tugging him down for an abrupt kiss. Any complaints over the roughness were muffled when the kiss proved to be soft, exploratory, almost tentative. He nudged gently, coaxing his lips apart, until they slipped open and clung to his. As he began to feel more assured of Jay's responsiveness by the little breathless sounds he was making, he deepened it, heightening his efforts by nipping at the lips, sucking and pulling, the primitive male inside of him taking over. Jay's moans turned to whimpers and Brendan found that once he started this, he couldn't stop. Everything about the boy electrified him, gave him life, and for some dumbfound reason, new hope.
His blood began to rush through his veins and course like lava to his ears, where it pounded like a drum. He felt as if he was drowning in the kiss, the need to survive urging him to gasp for air before he went under for good.
He pulled away from the boy's mouth, only to press their foreheads together. He shook his head from left to right a couple of times, not able to explain what had just happened. He'd never shared a kiss like that before. He looked at the boy's lips, as if an explanation would be planted on them, then moved up to glance at his eyes. He expected them to be closed, but they were dead focused and unblinking. The boy kept staring at him, their faces so close, their breaths uneven, and Brendan was barely able to resist the urge to close his eyes against the force of his vivid gaze. It was like the boy was stripping him to his very core, pushing past all his intricately made up and sewn-together layers, and seeing the real him underneath it all. It frightened him more than anything he could say or do, and he scrambled to get himself out of that situation.
'You're wounded.'
Brendan froze in the action of wiggling out of his grasp and glared up at him with wide eyes.
'What?'
'Damaged. Not whole.'
Although a lot of people sensed that about him, he'd never heard anyone say it to him without ulterior motives, without trying to provoke a reaction and he was not sure how to react. He pushed against the boy, but he only gripped him tighter.
'Don't get defensive. I didn't mean it as an insult.' Jay released Brendan's upper body from his hold and went to cover his hands with his own.
'I guess we are more alike than I thought. That's all.'
Brendan's eyes were dark and impossible to decipher as he continued to study Jay's face.
'Maybe that is why I am attracted to you. Because, just like you, I haven't been whole for a long, long time.' Then, he leaned down and kissed Brendan. It was a chaste kiss, just a press of his lips against Brendan's, but it broke him into pieces.
He crushed the boy's mouth again, this time not caring about being gentle, needing to silence him and comfort him at the same time. He wanted to fill that hole so desperately, and for the first time ever, he wasn't being literal. He laid the boy down on top of him and kissed him with all he got. He placed one hand on Jay's waist to steady him and the other on the bed for support and he rocked forward, mimicking the thrust of his tongue which plunged and retreated, wrestled with his in a frantic dance that left him on a dangerous edge. They both moaned and the next time he did it, Jay pushed back to meet him.
That one movement brought the awareness that only one of them was naked. Jay couldn't help but take a look at where their bodies came together, strangely excited at seeing his length, hard and heavy, spread across Brendan's abdominals, the stark difference between his tanned skin on his pale one making him blush. Yet again.
'One of these days that blush of yours is going to cause me to explode,' he heard the man say.
Brendan undoubtedly knew what went through Jay's head since he slowly guided his hips up and peeled his pants off. He finished the job by using the soles of his feet and he flung the unwanted material away quickly, not caring where it would land. The underwear was gone too.
'Better?'
'No, not really.' Jay said in a wavering voice. 'I don't really know what to… I mean, I-I'm nervous.'
'You know you can stop this at any time, right?' Brendan reassured him. 'Do you want me … to stop?'
'No!' This time, Jay was certain.
'What do you want?' Brendan asked. 'Tell me.'
'You. Just you.' Jay paused, confused by his own words, but ceding all control by letting his hands drop freely by his sides.
Brendan pushed himself up until he was sitting, nudging the boy slightly in the process. Jay was about to protest, but his words died down as they slowly turned into a long sign of pleasure when the action brought their lengths into contact.
'Then take me,' Brendan groaned, as he put the boy's hand over his cock.
Jay took his first look at it. It was a shade darker than the rest of Brendan's body, and so, so hard. He licked his lips nervously. He knew what Brendan was asking him to do, he just wasn't sure how. It's not like he ever did that before. Well, not to someone else at least. He wrapped his hand around Brendan's shaft and concentrated on touching it the way he would touch his. When his first movements caused Brendan to hiss and buck, he became more confident. He tightened his grip, just a little at first, then more, until he was tugging hard, his hand making wet, smacking sound as it slid up and down.
His eyes slipping shut, Brendan let his hand wander from Jay's hip and drop down to wrap around both of their dicks, his fingers entwining with Jay's. Sweat from their bodies as well as the pre-cum provided the lubrication as they fisted their hard lengths together. Brendan's other hand reached lower, slipping over their balls, rolling them in his palm and pressing his fingertips to the soft skin behind them. As they started to rock their bodies together in a tantalizingly slow rhythm, Jay's head dropped to Brendan's neck, his mouth pressing biting kisses into the flash there in a way that had Brendan's vision blurring.
He never wanted it to end. He wanted to have Jay pressed against him, cock pulsating in his hand and beside his dick for as long as he could. He wanted to learn the texture and every minute detail of Jay's fascinating length, but his body was demanding a fast and furious rhythm. His fingers tightened as he pulled harder, making Jay do the same. Twinges of pleasure started at the base of his spine before shooting outwards to nerve endings he'd never known existed.
'More, Brendan. Please," Jay begged him on instinct, even though it wasn't really what he wanted either. He never wanted the feeling to go away and he desperately tried to hold onto the man. His entire being narrowed down to the pulsing in his balls, the feel of hands, and skin, and cocks, and mouths and excruciating ecstasy.
'Do it!' He ordered, startling Brendan into action. He couldn't arch any more, couldn't thrust. All he could do as his world exploded into brilliant bursts of light was to make sure Jay followed him there.
'Come for me,' he ordered back before sinking his teeth into the inviting flesh just above Jay's collar bone and squeezing their cocks in a desperate man's attempt to finish what he never wanted to end.
'Brendan!' Jay wailed, digging his nails into Brendan's hand working them both up, so hard that he thought he could hear the skin tear.
Brendan grunted in pain, but never pulled away.
When streams of musky and heated spunk covered their fingers, they felt each pulse through the other's skin, each throb of their rapid heartbeats. Their joint orgasms felt like they had the strength of solar systems colliding and left them shaken to the core.
Jay collapsed onto Brendan, apparently unconcerned with the mess between them. With his hair rumpled, his body covered in sweat and the smell of sex radiating from him, Brendan doubted he'd ever look more attractive to him. He pinched his chin to bring his head up, and when the boy finally looked at him, the blue of his eyes were mere rings around his pupils, blown in what Brendan smugly recognized as contentment.
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Cum was all over their lower bodies, thighs and hands, there was some even on their chests. When he could finally breathe normally again, Jay tried to scoop it up, but only managed to spread it even more. He brought his hands up, then held them out to his sides. He looked at one, then the other.
'We need to wash up.'
'You think?' Brendan smirked at him. 'I'll pop into shower and get the water ready.'
'I kind of need the shower first. Not to mention a nap.' Jay pushed away the shyness over the last part of his statement. The idea of having Brendan lying beside him in bed for the rest of the night …
'Don't fall asleep on me then, Goldilocks. It'll be just a few minutes, and you are welcome to join me then' Brendan said as he slid the bathroom door open.
As much as Jay both dreaded and wanted to take him on the offer, neither of those things stopped him from falling into a deep sleep the moment his eyes closed.
Brendan re-entered the room with a bathrobe in his hand, intending to throw it at the boy and tease him into another round under the steaming water, but just as he approached the bed, he recognized the gentle sounds of Jay's breathing and knew he was fast asleep. He realized he wasn't really disappointed. At least he would get a chance to spend the night next to his warm, hot body, and for now, that was strangely enough. He came back with a wet towel and wiped the sticky substance from Jay's chest, thighs and hands, being extra careful not to wake him up. He tried to focus on the boy's face, wanting to see the sheer beauty of Jay's expression in his sleep, but he kept going back to the scar tissue that covered the boy's heart. He was insanely curious as to what had caused it, yet he knew that he would have to wait for an explanation.
He threw the sheets over him thinking that he might be cold and shook his head at his own action. Then, without even thinking about it, he trailed his fingers down the boy's hairline and wiped away the loose strands from his face.
'What is happening to me?' he asked in a low voice before letting a small sigh leave his chest and getting under the covers. Almost instantly, he put his hand around the boy and drew him near.
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