Page 38 of Caught Running

Brandon purred as he lapped up a cloudy dot of liquid. “Fructose. A simple sugar found in many foods, one of the three most important blood sugars.” He mouthed the swollen head, sucking lightly before pulling away to lap again. “Found in honey, berries,” he said throatily, “and some root vegetables...”

“God, shut up,” Jake moaned, his fingers sliding into Brandon’s hair.

Brandon smiled and sucked Jake into his mouth, dipping his head rhythmically with a purr of pleasure. He loved Jake’s reactions to what he did to him.

Jake writhed, letting his body take the lead over his mind, as he so often had in his life. It was shamefully easy to get him to whimper, but he knew that if he didn’t come soon Brandon’s jaw would probably lock or something. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling for a brief moment before pushing onto his elbows to watch what Brandon was doing to him. Watching the head of his cock disappear between those full, wet lips was the surest way of getting off, Jake decided. Hell, just the memory would work in the future, he realized as his gut tightened.

Feeling Jake shift and tilt, Brandon moved to his knees to slide more of Jake into his mouth, and when he heard a low gasp, he looked up at Jake.

Jake breathed out heavily as he met Brandon’s eyes. “Brandon,” he murmured helplessly, then bit his lip and let his head fall back. His hips lifted just enough to make him moan softly.

Brandon redoubled his efforts, wrapping his palm around Jake and focusing his sucking toward the head, listening toJake’s breathing pick up. He hummed again, sliding his free hand between Jake’s legs to rub there as well.

Jake cried out and arched his back again, fingers digging into the sheets and toes curling as Brandon’s talented mouth sent him spiraling. He didn’t even have time to call out a warning.

The hot seep of thick liquid on Brandon’s tongue made him swallow convulsively as he kept sucking, and he could feel the large body under him quaking. When it stilled, he pulled away, licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jake’s tense muscles all relaxed as he forced his eyes back open. “God,” he murmured stupidly.

Brandon chuckled. “You keep saying that,” he teased, rubbing one hand over Jake’s chest in a soothing fashion. Although it and many of his other touches qualified as intimate to him, Jake didn’t seem to mind.

“You’re killin’ me,” Jake groaned with a smile that said it was a wonderful way to go.

“Nope,” Brandon said, shifting out from between Jake’s thighs to kneel beside him, where he leaned down to kiss him gently. “Physical therapy,” he joked.

Jake groaned and rolled his eyes. Brandon laughed and lightly slapped his belly. “C’mon. We’re awake, might as well get some things done.” He climbed off the bed and offered Jake a hand. “We can always nap later,” he pointed out.

“Things?” Jake asked incredulously. “Done?” Brandon put his hands on his hips, trying not to laugh and not having a lot of success. “Shut up,” Jake muttered as he rolled onto his stomach and began to burrow under the sheets.

“Awwww, baby,” Brandon said, crawling back onto the bed. “C’mon. You said we’d go out to my house so I can get clothes for tomorrow,” he reminded.

Jake rolled quickly and grabbed him, yanking him down and wrapping around him in a classic wrestler’s hold while pulling the sheet over them.

“Jake!” Brandon yelped, pulled down and engulfed by the other man’s arms and body, struggling and finding he could hardly move.

Jake snickered evilly and tightened his grip. “What’s the problem?” he asked in an innocent voice, muffled by the sheets.

Brandon stopped moving and closed his eyes.Aw hell. This is wonderful. He inhaled deeply, wallowing in Jake’s heat and scent. “Nothing,” he said, starting to move his hands over whatever skin he could touch.

“No getting frisky,” Jake growled in a warning. “I need my beauty sleep,” he preened.

So instead, Brandon just curled his arms around him and squeezed him close. He could almost believe this connection he felt between them had been there for months instead of hours.It just feels right. He pressed his lips to Jake’s shoulder.

“Exactly,” Jake murmured with a smile as he closed his eyes and settled in, holding Brandon closely. “You know,” he sighed after a moment. “This feels pretty good.”

Brandon didn’t move a bit. Although Jake’s words were thrilling, he didn’t sound exactly all that thrilled about it. Almost like he didn’t know what to think about it. Brandon wasn’t sure he did, either. “Yes. It does,” he murmured.

Jake opened his eyes, unable to think of what to say now. He had always been a little too impulsive for his own good. He had always worried his loved ones with his decision making, throwing all his heart into things before they were on solid ground. He bit his lip on any of the things he wanted to add to what he was saying. Brandon relaxed utterly, letting Jake support him, content to wait until the other man moved. Jake laid there holding him until his stomach rumbled, demandingfood. He huffed and smiled slightly, lowering his head and hiding his face against Brandon’s cheek in embarrassment. “Guess we should get up before I start starving.”

“Don’t want you wasting away,” Brandon said, but he smiled against Jake’s shoulder.

“Hmph,” Jake offered as he forced his way between Brandon’s cheek and shoulder and bit lightly at his neck. Brandon’s response was a low moan and a wiggle. Jake snickered and lifted his head to kiss him slowly. “Any requests for breakfast?” he asked.

Brandon smiled against Jake’s lips and murmured, “Here we go again.”I want to eat you alive,he wanted to say.I want to sink into you and stay. God, how did this happen so fast? He was dizzy with it, with Jake’s passion, his laugh, his growl, the deep brown eyes that darkened with hunger when they looked at him. Brandon shivered and wrapped his arms around Jake’s neck to hold on tight.

Jake jabbed at Brandon’s ribs with his knuckles, huffing a bit.

Brandon sighed regretfully. “All right. Breakfast out? Couple of places we can stop at on our way to Mountain Park, if you still want to go, that is. I ... I could drop you off at your truck.” Now faced with going back out into life, away from the bedroom, he felt his nerves quiver anew. He told himself not to worry, but it sure didn’t help.