Page 41 of Caught Running
“Now that sounds fun,” Jake growled as he nipped at tender skin and gave Brandon a little tug away from the kitchen counter.
Brandon gasped when he felt the little bite. “I’m all for fun,” he said, letting Jake move him as he liked.
Jake murmured back to him and continued to nibble as he dragged him further away from the counter. “Sure you’re not bored with me yet?” he asked teasingly.
“I don’t know how you could ever think that would be possible,” Brandon answered, breathless.
“Oh, you’ll get there soon enough,” Jake assured him with a laugh, “after I pounce on you every time I see you for about a week.”
Brandon raised a brow, giving him a disbelieving look. “And you think I’m going to get tired ofthat? Think again, Thundercat.”
Jake growled dangerously and picked Brandon up off the ground by the backs of his thighs, letting his toes drag. “What was that?” Laughing aloud, Brandon taunted him some more by singing the chorus of the hated song. “Oh, you are asking for a beating,” Jake laughed, dragging Brandon toward a bedroom.
“Oh baby, oh baby,” Brandon exaggerated, “give it your best shot,” he managed between chuckles as Jake pulled him down the hall. Jake slammed him against the wall as soon as they got to the hallway and kissed him roughly. Just like that and Brandon was hard as a rock. Moaning and whimpering against Jake’s lips, Brandon responded with the same fervor, curling his hands into his shirt and grinding against him.
“What did you do with that lube?” Jake asked as he pressed him harder into the wall.
“In my ... my pocket,” Brandon managed to get out, hand shifting to dig into the track pants he wore, fingers grasping the small tube and pulling it free. Jake took it from him and steppedback, tugging him forward and pushing him toward the bed. Brandon landed on the mattress on his side and rolled to his back, shoving the loose track pants off his hips and kicking them to the floor.
Jake followed him onto the bed and kissed him again, wondering if Brandon would take control over the encounter since he had expressed an interest in doing so. And apparently the other man was reading his mind, because as soon as Jake settled against him, Brandon rolled them over to land on Jake’s thighs and rub against him while capturing his mouth again. Jake groaned and arched his back, enjoying the pressure on top of him.
Brandon growled and bit down on Jake’s collarbone before kissing the same spot, all the while rocking their erections against each other. “Jake?” he rasped.
“What?” Jake panted.
“I want you,” Brandon said intently. “Can I...” He licked his lips nervously, voice hitching. “I want to fuck you till you lose it and scream.”
Jake gasped out a heavy breath and shivered under Brandon. “You better get started then,” he breathed.
Brandon squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then climbed off Jake and urged him to move to the center of the bed as he popped the tube open. He settled between Jake’s thighs with slick fingers and leaned over to lick along his abs before shifting his mouth downward. As his tongue lapped at the head of Jake’s cock, he carefully dipped his fingers inside Jake until the other man shivered uncontrollably.
Jake dragged his short nails over Brandon’s shoulders and then scrambled for something else to hold onto when he realized that wasn’t going to cut it. He reached up and placed his hands flat against the headboard, body arching and whimpers sounding at Brandon’s touch.
Pushing one of Jake’s knees back, Brandon started pushing his cock in, groaning as he got the slightest bit inside. He dropped his head and grasped for his dwindling control. “Now I know why you said it would only take seconds the first time,” he said through gritted teeth.
Jake hitched his hips up higher, fighting against the burn and yet trying to pull Brandon closer with his foot wrapped around the man’s hips. “Stop talking,” he gasped with a smile, reaching for Brandon’s shoulders again.
Sucking in a deep breath, Brandon pushed harder, looking down to see his cock disappearing into Jake. “Fuck,” he whispered before he started rocking his hips. Jake curled in on himself, gasping as his fingers dug into Brandon’s arms. Shuddering, Brandon kept moving slowly. “Okay?” he breathed.
Jake’s back arched again, his body writhing against the intrusion while still begging for more. “Yes,” he managed to groan in a strained voice. He pulled again at Brandon’s shoulder, urging him to go faster. Grunting quietly, Brandon drew back and thrust in with more force. Jake called out a wordless cry and reached up to press his hands against the headboard again, pushing back against the thrusts and curling his knees closer for a better angle.
Brandon closed his hands on Jake’s hips, sliding to cup his ass as he began thrusting in earnest, breaths getting harsh as he used more force. He knew he was repeating himself, but he couldn’t help it. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he hissed.
Jake barely heard him, all his considerable concentration resting solely on the pressure inside him and the fucking fantastic feeling. He made a sound in response though, something between a whimper and a grunt, and he tightened the grip of his knees on Brandon’s waist.
Seeing the other man’s focus, Brandon settled into a fast, pounding rhythm. He wanted to knock Jake right out of that daze. He wanted to hear him scream, just once.
“Oh fuck,” Jake gasped desperately, throwing his head back as the muscles of his arms flexed against the headboard in a pounding rhythm. “Fuck, Brandon!” he cried out, pleading.
Squeezing his eyes shut to help cling to his control, Brandon kept up the punishing thrusting, pathetically grateful for the years of running that gave him endurance now, although the slick pressure around his cock was swiftly driving him to the edge.
Jake finally let go of the headboard, unable to resist the desperate need to wrap around the man inside him. He dragged his hands down Brandon’s back and pressed his face against his shoulder, yelling out uncontrollably and writhing as his orgasm hit him.
The wild sound ripped the last of Brandon’s control away, and after a few more hard thrusts, he threw his head back in a nearly silent sob and came in several pulses, each time sapping more of his strength until he leaned over and held Jake protectively. Jake was gasping for breath by the time Brandon’s motions ceased, and he curled around Brandon like a large cat with a prized plaything and nuzzled him as he tried to regain some air.
Brandon shivered, panting and clutching at the man who held him so close, and he felt a sting in his eyes that he had to push away for his own sanity. He turned his chin to press a soft kiss to the crown of Jake’s head, allowing himself that one outlet of tenderness until he knew Jake would welcome more. Jake raised his head into the contact and practically purred as he nuzzled against Brandon’s mouth and chin. It was all too easy to capture Jake’s lips in a soft, wet kiss, expressing with actions what he didn’t dare say in this vulnerable moment. Brandonknew it would pass, and he’d find his composure again. For now, he needed to be careful, and it tore at him as being so, so unfair.
Sitting at his desk, ostensibly grading essays as his class worked in groups to plan their semester projects, Brandon stared at a paper, outwardly the picture of studious focus. But inwardly he was thinking nothing about grading papers and everything about biology. It had been terrible dragging himself out of Jake’s bed and Jake’s arms at 5:30 this morning; it had been even worse to gently kiss the sleeping man’s forehead and leave the house to head to school.