TWELVE
For a moment there, John hadn’t been sure that he would be able to get Brett to do what was clearly the right thing. Brett was so loyal. Even though, in this case, he was working for a place that was simply using him. Even though Brett was clearly on the edge of collapse because John knew that not only had it been weeks since he’d last had a day off, but that that day off had been the first one for a while.
Brett didn’t seem to see it, but John, living with him, had been close enough to him that he saw the signs. Brett was a man on the verge of a breakdown because it wasn’t really just about working every day, though that was bad enough. It was also how unpredictable it all was, how Brett could never make any plans because if he did, he was going to have to cancel them.
In short, John thought it was really very simple. Brett was already doing most of the work that would be required to get his own business up and off the ground, and John knew firsthand now that Brett had the massage skills. But that was, maybe, a job for another time. For now, all he wanted was to give Brett the courage to take a day off and to pull him back from the brink of collapse.
To treat Brett better than he was treating himself.
And he didn’t think he would be able to do it, but he had to try. And, as it turned out, he had a weapon in his arsenal that he wouldn’t have had if he had simply been Brett’s best friend. He kissed Brett, and he felt Brett yield to him, and hell, it wasn’t like John hadn’t woken up horny as hell anyway. It was hardly going to be the worst thing ever for him to try to lure Brett away from work with sex.
Okay, so maybe his motives weren’t entirely altruistic on that front. But he did mean well, and if he got off in the process, well, so be it.
So when Brett sent the text, John wanted to cheer. They kissed and sunk down even further into the bed together, wrapped in each other, Brett’s small, firm body seeming to mesh so perfectly with John’s.
“Now I get you to myself all day,” John whispered, and it was supposed to come out teasing, but mostly it just sounded possessive. Not something that he had ever been for any of his lovers before, but it was just a joke, anyway. Right?
Brett shot him this incredibly sexy, enigmatic little smile, his gaze burning with the desire that John, to his pride and pleasure, knew that he had been the one to put there and to light that fire.
Kissing, groping, rubbing against each other, John found it so easy to let himself get swept away. To not worry about gay or straight, because he was with someone that he wanted, and that was good enough. They moved together, both of them seeking out the same thing, and it was too easy to let himself get pulled up into it.
His body knew what to do. Brett’s fingers were soon back around his dick, stroking him, tentatively at first but with greater confidence as John moaned and rocked toward the stimulation. John reached down, too, jerking Brett at the same time, and this was the sort of thing that had always only been done in the dead of the night before, and never while looking into the other man’s eyes, but this, this was different.
He wanted to see the look on Brett’s face when he made him come. He had seen that composure, that aura of calm that Brett always carried around with him, crack the night before. He had glimpsed the passionate being that was within that calm, and right then and there he decided that he was going to make it completely shatter, he was going to see Brett go to pieces for him.
So, pressing one more kiss to Brett’s lips, he shifted and started to kiss over his jawline, down his slender throat, pushing Brett onto his back so that he had full access to that slender, lovely body. His lips found a complicated path down Brett’s chest, to the soft brownish-pink nubs of his nipples, which he teased at until they were hard and glistening from the touch of John’s mouth.
Already, little moans were spilling from Brett’s lips, already, John was starting to see the cracks in the calm that he had wanted so badly to make happen, but he wasn’t done. Not even close. His lips caressed down, down, over a flat stomach and smooth navel, the scent of Brett, clean and musky, rising around him as he got lower and lower.
He had always loved the way that Brett smelled, even when he had been denying to himself that he wanted him. Now the source of that scent was all around him, and he breathed in greedily as his lips touched the head of Brett’s dick, a pretty dark pink, pearly with his precum.
“Oh God. John. Please.” Brett’s hands slid down, locking onto the back of John’s head, hips rising up off of the bed. It was perfect. Brett could barely control himself already, and John had really hardly touched him.
“I’m gonna make you scream for me,” John threatened, and then he let his lips part, and he took the other man, his best friend, now his lover, deep into his mouth.
It had been a long time since John had done this, and when he had, it had always been accompanied by a sense of shame. This was different. He looked up into burning azure eyes, and he took pride in the fact that he was the one who was putting those fires in their depths. He was the one driving Brett crazy.
There was desire and lust, but there was emotion there, too, and that made all the difference. As much as John might be scared of it, as much as he might not want to admit it, even to himself, he felt things for Brett which he had never thought he could feel for another man. Sex was one thing, but the look in Brett’s eyes and the delight which that look sent rushing through John, that was another thing entirely.
Slowly, inch by inch, Brett’s cock disappeared between John’s lips, and he knew, he could tell, that Brett was loving the wanton sight in front of him. He moaned around that length and sucked, all the way down to the base, then to the tip, back down, in and out until he was utterly lost in the rhythm of desire.
His jaw ached. It had been a long time since he’d done this. But more and more of the cracks in the placid facade that Brett presented to the world were appearing all the time, and he wasn’t going to stop until he saw it utterly obliterated.
Soft, hoarse little cries filled the room, and Brett’s body, his hips, writhed up off of the bed toward the stimulation that John was giving him. Precum oozed from the tip of that beautiful cock, filling John’s mouth until he had to swallow it down.
Come for me.
It was a demand that John couldn’t make out loud, so he made it with his eyes, with the pressure of his mouth on that beautiful erection. A cry, even louder this time, filled the air and echoed through the room, and a look of pleasure so intense that it could almost be mistaken for pain crossed Brett’s face moments before he really started to spill, hot and heavy, spurt after spurt, into John’s mouth.
After, Brett lay back, sweaty and panting, and there wasn’t a lot of that calm passivity on his face anymore. But it wasn’t entirely gone, either. John had shaken the foundations, but he hadn’t quite gotten rid of it as much as he could have wanted.
Still, he wasn’t displeased. After all, he could try again, and again, until he got it. Until the real, passionate Brett shone forth.
Brett’s fingers gripped at John’s shoulders, and John let himself be tugged up. They kissed again, and Brett didn’t seem to mind the taste of his own release on John’s lips, which he thought was pretty dirty and breathtakingly hot.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Brett murmured, and there had been a change in his voice, too. It was more confident, more willing to actually ask for what he wanted, which could only be a good thing. “You’re going to roll off of me and lay back, and I’m going to return the favor, and then we’re going out.”
John frowned a little.
