Page 63 of Proof Of Life
“Fuck, I’m trying to last,” he grates with a hiss. His body stills within me as he wills himself not to come yet, and the feeling of being in control, of holding a certain power over him, fills me with the confidence I’ve been lacking for so long.
There is strength in submission; it certainly isn’t for the weak.
Fast and frantically, I jack my cock, trying to catch up to him, chasing my release, and when he twists my nipples, I scream out and buck backward, fucking myself on his cock as he continues to hold himself still, watching as I take my pleasure.
“Take it, babe. Fuck me.” His labored breath comes quick and shallow as he struggles to maintain control. “Goddamn Wes, can’t fuckin’ take anymore. I c–” He slams into my body with a grunt and the warmth of his release fills me.
“Fuck.” I fuck him through it, my own release rushing forth like a freight train. “Fuck! Brandt.” My spine arches like a cat as a deep, full-body shudder rolls through me. “Ungh.” He rotates his hips, rolling over that spot inside me that makes my toes curl, and ropes of thick white cum shoot over my hand, painting the wall. I’m sweating, panting for breath, my hip aches, but all I can feel is incredible bliss and satisfaction. The past weeks of wanting, teasing, and daring have become reality, and it’s better than anything I could have imagined.
“Don’t want to pull out,” he breathes into my neck between kisses.
I chuckle, grinning like a fool. “Then don’t.” I cover his hands with mine over my chest, hugging him back, reveling in the warmth and comfort of his body, and to fuck with him, I squeeze my ass, clenching his softening yet still sensitive cock.
“Fuck,” he barks, slipping from my heat. “I’ll go run the shower for us, and then I want you in bed with me.”
A night of cuddling, teasing touches, snacks, and movies sounds fucking perfect. In the shower, his hands are everywhere, washing my body, touching me, sliding his fingers into my well-used hole to wash me out. His kisses cover every inch of my skin. I can feel him clinging to me, and I can practically hear the unspoken words he’s holding back; something sentimental and cheesy, no doubt. But I wish he wouldn’t. I want to hear them. I think I need to hear them.
It’s not until after he’s carefully dried my body with a towel and we slip into clean underwear and climb into bed that he finally voices them.
“I never thought this would be us.”
I agree with a wry laugh. “Me either. I mean, you’ve always been my closest friend, and we’ve always been tight, but I sought you out because you were familiar to me. It was comforting, and maybe a tiny bit thrilling, but not because I wanted more from you.”
Brandt is quiet for a moment, rubbing his hand back and forth over his damp buzz cut, and I’m dying to know what he’s thinking of. “Would you go back if you could?”
“To what? Being just friends?”
“Yeah, to how it used to be.”
I blow out a deep breath and roll onto my side, facing him. He smells clean and citrusy and I want to bury my face in his armpit and breathe him in. “I don’t know. It was easier then, that’s for sure.” His hand is resting on his chest and I cover it with mine. “I don’t know if I want easy anymore. Whatever this is, I want this. What about you? Would you go back?”
“Nah, you’ve got a tight ass,” he smirks.
“Fucking dick.” Burrowing my hands under the covers, I flick his dick, and he yelps.
“Why would I go back? I want to see where this goes. Feelings change, relationships evolve. If you’d have told me twelve months ago that a year from now we’d be sleeping together, I’d have kicked you in the nuts and laughed until I stroked out, but here we are. Sometimes life is stranger than fiction,” he teases, reaching behind me to pinch my ass. And then we’re rolling and laughing and wrestling. He stills and catches my gaze. “I guess it’s just meant to be.” The words are a prelude to the sweetest, softest kiss.
“I never knew it could be like this, either, that two guys could be this close.” I breathe out a soft, dreamy sigh and Brandt snickers. With a narrow-eyed glare, I clarify, “You know what I mean. I didn’t know we could share this much, more than just best buds.” His broad shoulders shake with laughter, and I shove him hard. “That’s not what I meant, asshole. Just forget it,” I dismiss with a huff.
He makes it sound like I’ve never heard of gay sex, which is just ridiculous. I just never considered what it would mean to be so intimate with another man. In my defense, why would I ever need to consider it? Until now.
Brandt flips us, rolling me underneath him, and straddles my hips. His smile is tender and teasing, and his blue eyes sparkle with laughter. “What did you mean?”
I lay my hand over his heart. “I meant close here, not here,” I emphasize, pushing my soft cock into his groin. “You’ve always been my best friend, my brother, my teammate, but now, you’re my…” I'm searching for the right word, racking my brain for something that feels right, that fits. How can I describe what Brandt means to me? My vocabulary isn’t that sophisticated. “…soulmate.”
He laughs again, leaning down to nip my bottom lip and suck it into his mouth until it’s swollen and puffy and red. “That’s cheesy as fuck,” he whispers with a wicked smile.
Now I feel like a fool, and I shove him again, trying to dislodge him from my lap. Soulmates? Really, West?
“Nope, you can’t get rid of me that easily,” he laughs. “You’re stuck with me.”
Thank God. “God help me.”
“Can we not call it ‘soulmates’, though? Can’t we just say friends with benefits who really like each other a lot?”
He’s still fucking laughing at me. Fucker. “The more you talk, the less I like you. Get off me, you’re squashing my balls.”
The muted sound of bootsteps echoed above my head. It was the only sound to fill the tense silence, other than the low buzz of static through my comms.