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The air in the room thickened. Wes’s body began to overheat. He wanted to feel something, something besides worry and stress and fear.

And Braden was more than just nice to look at. He had a dimple below his mouth that Wes suddenly wanted to taste. Wanted to put his hand in the hair he’d been admiring and fist it tightly there.

“I want you.” Braden pushed toward the edge of the table.

“I have nothing to give right now.” I never do... When Alexander walked out on him, when he hadn’t been enough, he’d decided he’d never try to be again.

“I’m not asking you for anything. Well, except for you to let me get on my knees and blow you.” He went down to the floor between Wes’s legs and reached for his sweats.

Wes’s hand shot out, wrapping around Braden’s wrist. “Not here.” His voice sounded gravelly, even to his own ears. “Not where Jessie could come out.” Because no wasn’t even a possibility. How could he turn this down? Braden had fucked him before. He’d almost been with Noah. Sex was just sex, and he was tired of fighting it. It had been different when Chelle was still alive. Different right after. But damned if he didn’t need this right now.

“Hell yes.” Braden stood and Wes was right behind him. He followed Braden to his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them. As soon as the lock clicked into place, Braden went back to his knees again. “Jesus, it’s been killing me not to have my mouth on you.”

He put his forearm against Wes’s stomach and pushed him backward, against the door. “I didn’t get to suck your cock last time. I’m warning you right now, I’m good at this.” He looked up at Wes and winked.

Wes shook his head but his lips still pulled into a smile. He grabbed a hold of Braden’s dark hair and tightened his fingers in it. “You’re the only man I know who still talks shit when he’s about to have sex.”

“Then you’ve been with the wrong kind of men.”

“Prove it.”

With eager hands, Braden shoved Wes’s sweats down his legs. His dick ached as it sprung free, wanting nothing but the heat of Braden’s mouth to envelope it. But he didn’t take him deep right away. Braden’s tongue started at the base of his erection, right above his balls, before he dragged his mouth upward, not stopping until his tongue circled Wes’s head.

“Fuck.” Wes squeezed his hand tighter in Braden’s hair.

“I love the taste of cock.” Braden licked his shaft again. “The hardness against my tongue but that soft, tender skin as well.” He sucked Wes’s balls into his mouth. “The saltiness of not just your flesh, but the reward I get, too.” He tongued Wes’s hole and the pre-come there. He buried his face in Wes’s crotch. “The scent and the feel of rough hair against my face.”

His cock jerked, and Braden snickered. The deep burn and tingle already pulled at him. “Then do it. Suck me,” Wes gritted out.

“Why don’t you make me?” Braden leisurely licked up his shaft again. “And don’t go easy on me. It just pisses me off.”

Wes didn’t need another prompt. Braden opened his mouth and Wes thrust forward. He didn’t shove his way completely into Braden’s mouth, but fuck, if he didn’t need to.

Braden sucked him, letting Wes control the pace, pumping in and out as he pleased. Soon Braden’s hands were there, grabbing his ass and pushing, taking more of Wes’s aching, hungry dick into his throat.

The need to come tied him in knots, but he wanted this to fucking last, too. He pulled out and Braden took the hint, lavishing his sac with more attention—licks, sucks, and then just shoving his face close and inhaling. Wes fucking loved that inhale.

Braden’s voice was scratchy, full of sex when he said, “Spread your legs.”

Wes did, and then Braden’s hands were gone. He spit on one of his fingers before he found Wes’s asshole. “I wish I could see that tight ring of yours, but I don’t want to lose this, either.” With that he took Wes’s cock deep again, sucking him off. His finger rubbed Wes’s hole. Each time he brushed over it, a tremor shook Wes’s insides.

“Jerk me off, and push you finger inside me, too—fuck yes,” he groaned when Braden fingered his hole. Braden’s other hand worked with his mouth, making Wes’s dick beg to explode.

That deep burn and tingle shot toward the surface, making it harder and harder for Wes to hold it off. When Braden’s finger shoved deeper, rubbed against his prostate, he couldn’t have held off if he wanted to. The orgasm bulldozed him as pulse after pulse filled Braden’s mouth. He didn’t stop sucking, or fingering, and Wes shot again before his whole body went limp like a noodle. Well, everything except his cock, that was still half-hard despite the monster orgasm. Wes let the door hold him up, deep breaths making his chest heave in and out.

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