Wes got out of the shower, dried off, then wrapped a towel around his waist.

“Hey. I was looking at your ass. What’d you cover it up for?” Goddamn, the man had a fine ass—firm, round globes that Braden wanted to grab on to.

Wes didn’t reply to him, just playfully shook his head as he started brushing his teeth. Well, if he wouldn’t respond, then Braden would just have to annoy the hell out of him until he did.

Pushing off the bed, he limped over and squeezed behind Wes. He slid his arms under Wes’s, hugging him from behind, his fists clutching Wes’s shoulders. “You smell good.” He inhaled deeply.

“I’m brushing my teeth,” Wes replied around his toothbrush.

“I can see that.”

He didn’t let go as Wes continued to brush, but then pulled back when he spit and then rinsed out his mouth and the toothbrush. As he went to put it back into the cup, Braden reached over and grabbed it, nudged Wes out of the way with his hip, and then put more toothpaste on.

“That’s my toothbrush.”

“Another thing I know.” He winked before he popped it into his mouth and proceeded to brush his teeth.

Wes didn’t stop him. Braden rinsed his mouth, too, put the toothbrush away, and their eyes met in the mirror. It was Wes who stood behind him now. Wes who pressed his lips to the back of Braden’s neck, then his shoulder, let his teeth tease the muscle where the two met.

“I want you,” Wes said against his skin. It made Braden’s body burn, blood rush to his cock.

“What do you want to do to me?” He leaned back into his lover, who kept kissing.

“I want to fuck you.”

“Not sure I heard you, Wesley. You’re going to have to say it again.”

“I.” He bit into Braden’s other shoulder. “Want. To.” His hand roamed down the front of Braden’s body, settling over his erection. “Fuck. You.”

That’s what he wanted to hear. He reached back and pulled Wes’s towel free. “Only if you suck me off first.”

Wes pushed him forward so Braden bent over the counter. “Not really sure you’re in the position to make demands, B.”

Ropes of desire tied him up, kept him from speaking for the first time in his life. He let out a moan when Wes kneeled behind him, wrapped his arms around Braden and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, before pulling them down. He ran his hands up and down Braden’s thighs, callouses making it the rough kind of touch that drove him wild.

“Turn around.” Wes licked the crease of his ass and he almost fucking came right then.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Braden turned, and as soon as he did, Wes’s mouth was on him, enveloping him, before it was gone again.

Wes licked the crease between his crotch and his leg, let his tongue swirl around Braden’s sac before he ran it from base to tip of his shaft.

“I want inside your mouth, Wesley. Take me deep.” His voice was raspy, sex-filled, and he wondered if that got Wes harder.

And he listened to Braden, too, taking him as deep as he could. Braden knotted his hands in Wes’s hair, guiding Wes as he blew him. Wes let him lead the way, let him rock into his mouth as Braden set the pace. He was fucking beautiful down there. The muscles in his neck and back contracted and flexed. His jaw stretched, and when he looked up at Braden, his eyes burned with lust. Braden knew Wes loved it as much as he did.

Braden let his hand drift from Wes’s hair, cupped his cheek and brushed his thumb over his facial hair. Wes didn’t slow his pace, kept sucking him off, kept holding his stare.

He’s giving himself to me, Braden realized. Trying to tell Braden that he was his. There was nothing except Wes in his stare—no fear, no trepidation, no distance; probably for the first time ever. “You are so fucking incredible, Wesley. You are so fucking mine.”

With that, Wes worked him faster, rolled Braden’s balls in his hand as he swallowed around his dick.

“I’m going to come. Fuck, pull off, so I can come when you’re fucking me.”

Wes pulled back enough to say, “I want it. I’ll get you hard again.” And then he was back at it, sucking Braden like his life depended on it. If this killed anyone, though, Braden knew it’d be himself. But how the hell could he turn that down?

When the ache in his balls became too much, he didn’t fight it back. Let the burn and goddamned euphoria take him over as he shot his load down Wes’s throat. Wes swallowed it, then kept sucking, took the second jet that hit his tongue, too.