Braden’s body felt like someone had taken all the bones out. It didn’t stop him from pulling Wes to his feet, slipping his tongue into Wes’s mouth because he suddenly really fucking needed to taste him. To own him. To taste himself on Wes and know he was a part of him.

When the kiss ended, he wrapped his arms around Wes’s waist, letting the counter and Wes hold him up. “I don’t know if I can ever orgasm again. You might have just rung me dry.”

Wes chuckled. “I don’t underestimate your abilities. Don’t underestimate mine. I told you I’d get your hard again, and I will.”

Braden had a feeling he’d enjoy the hell out of it, too.

He took off his shirt on the way to the bed. They spent what felt like an eternity kissing, stroking, licking, eating, playing...until he knew Wes had to be dying to come. His cock pulsed hard again.

“Told you I could get you up again,” Wes told him with a smile. It hit Braden in the chest. Yeah, he so totally loved this man.

“I didn’t doubt it for a second.”

***

Wes grabbed lube and a condom from his bag. He was scared that all he’d have to do is touch his cock and the thing would erupt. That fear became even more real when Braden ripped the condom out of his hand, opened it, and then rolled it down Wes’s shaft.

“You want me to fuck you, right?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Then we better limit the touching.”

Braden laughed, and pulled the lube out of Wes’s hand next. He squirted some into his own hand, then tossed it to Wes.

Reaching between his legs, he lubed his asshole. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He really wanted to kill Wes.

“You want to do this or what?” He nodded at the bottle in Wes’s hand.

Yeah. Okay. He could do this. Squirt lube into his hand, rub it on his dick. But all he could think about was Braden. The fact that Braden somehow filled him up even though it was Wes who was about to fuck him. That he felt him everywhere, in everything he did, and he wanted to celebrate that fact and tell Braden it freaked him out, too.

“I want it,” was all he could say.

“How do you want me?”

Every. Way.

But instead of saying that, Wes laid on his back. Pulled Braden on top of him, his back on Wes’s chest. He fisted his dick, found Braden’s hole, then pushed inside.

The second he felt that tight, hot channel around him, his erection jerked. “Hold still a second. Fuck, you feel so good, Braden.”

When he got his body under control, Wes roped his arms around Braden, grabbing onto his shoulders. As he thrust up, he pushed Braden’s body down. Each time they moved together, pleasure rocked through him, vibrated as if coming straight from Braden and into him. He kissed the back of Braden’s neck as they fucked—thrusting up each time he pushed Braden down. He licked the tattoo on Braden’s upper back, wanting to taste his skin.

His orgasm was right there, begging to explode but it somehow wasn’t enough too. Every way, he’d thought, and that had been the truth. He wanted more.

Wes rolled them, still keeping their bodies connected as Braden now lay on his stomach on the bed, Wes flat on his back. He pulled out as far as he could before slamming forward again.

The curve of Braden’s ass fit against his crotch. His hole hugged him tight as he made love to him.

“Fuck...right there. Harder, Wesley,” Braden urged, and Wes obeyed. He pulled out to the tip again before pumping, thrusting, into Braden over and over.

More, more, more. Why the fuck couldn’t he get enough?

Wes pulled out. “Turn over.”

Braden did, lying on his back, facing Wes with his legs open for him. His dick looked painfully hard, gorgeous, swollen and veined as it rested against his stomach.

He jerked his eyes away, met Braden’s, who said, “You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen me before.”

Maybe he hadn’t. Or maybe he’d never seen himself. Wes wasn’t sure, he just knew he needed more. He pushed inside Braden again. Braden, who wrapped his arms around him and squeezed his ass.

Wes thrust...fucked...made love to Braden. Braden kept one hand on Wes’s ass, but with the other he jacked himself off. Wes’s balls felt full, ached like they could pop. He leaned forward, pushed his tongue into Braden’s mouth, and wondered if the man tasted himself there.

“Fuck. I’m gonna...”

He didn’t get all the words out before he felt Braden stiffen, before ropes of white shot from his dick and into the space between them. That was all it took for Wes to follow, for pulse after pulse of cream to rip from him.