Page 47 of Caught Running

When Jake finally pulled away, just a little, and rested his nose and lips against Brandon’s cheek, his chest was tight and his breathing was coming in slow, quiet gasps. “I could really get used to this,” he murmured.

Aching and swirling with heat, Brandon nodded his agreement. “Car’s probably not the best place,” he murmured, but he made no move to uncurl his hands from Jake’s jersey or pull away.

“You’re absolutely right,” Jake answered, kissing him again.

Brandon literally whimpered into Jake’s mouth, sliding one hand up to cup the back of Jake’s neck. He was swiftly losing any sense of propriety. “Jake,” he breathed as their lips parted for a bare moment.

“Inside?” Jake breathed in response, not removing his lips from Brandon’s as he spoke.

A moan caught in Brandon’s throat. “Inside ... inside!” he urged, deliberately acknowledging the double meaning, and he crushed his lips to Jake’s again for a heated kiss before pulling back and lurching out of the car.

Jake was left sitting in the car and swallowing hard when the door slammed shut. He sat for another moment, blinking and trying to clear the fog of lust in his brain, then he followed Brandon out of the car and caught him as he came around the front end. Jake grabbed him and threw him against the hood of the car, flattening him there and kissing him again feverishly in the semi-privacy of his large, wooded front yard.

Brandon’s breath whooshed out of his chest as he hit the hood, Jake’s weight atop him and around him and eating him alive, feeding the hunger that flared inside him. He clung to the other man, arms closing around wide shoulders and one leg curling around firm thighs, his other knee propped up so that Jake ground their groins together. He was only dimly aware of the light breeze blowing through the trees as the sun set.

Jake all but devoured him, pressing him against the hood of the car and kissing him as if he had been deprived of the privilege for years. His hands roamed over Brandon’s body, depending on the sheer force of his body weight to keep him from getting away, and he rocked against him, demanding more.

There was no way Brandon was going to summon the strength to resist this. It was everything he wanted to be reassured. Wanted. Craved.Oh God. His cock was rock hard and practically screaming at him, and he didn’t doubt for one second that if this went on much longer he was coming right then and there.

Somewhere in the distance a dog began barking, but Jake didn’t even lift his head as he continued to kiss Brandon with everything he had. He didn’t even part for air, instead forcing them both to breathe noisily through their noses as Jake’s hands dragged over Brandon’s body.

Brandon arched up against him, needy sounds garbled by their kiss. His hands gripped strong shoulders and started pulling the jersey from the back of Jake’s pants, then the Under Armour, digging for warm, smooth skin.

Jake growled aggressively and lifted Brandon up off the car just enough to slam him back into the hood with a clang and a rattle, pushing closer to him and insinuating himself between his legs as he did so.

“Jesusfuck!” Brandon cried out roughly in response, his hands sliding into the form-fitting pants to grip Jake’s bare hips as he went spiraling towards orgasm, desperately wrapping his legs around the other man and forcing his hips upward. He wasso fucking closeto losing his mind.

Jake rocked against him, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair and pull his head back to give Jake access to his neck. He pressed the length of his entire body down against Brandon’sand began to suck and nip at the most tender spots under his ear and chin.

A soft wail ripping from him, Brandon gasped wildly. “Jake—Jake!” he grated, teetering on the edge.

Jake moved his mouth back to cover Brandon’s with more hungry kisses. “Shh,” he urged, the sound muffled by Brandon’s mouth as Jake rocked into him rhythmically.

Brandon shivered hard in Jake’s arms. His fingers flexed and dug in as his vision went out of whack and he climaxed hard with a grunt against Jake’s lips, hips jutting upward with each pulse washing through him.

Jake finally lost his grip on himself and moaned against Brandon’s lips when he realized the other man was coming. He gasped into the kiss, hand tightening in Brandon’s hair. Under Jake, Brandon shuddered, head hanging back so that his neck arched as he sucked in breaths. His head was spinning. Jake’s movements finally slowed as Brandon’s breathing began to calm, and he kissed Brandon’s neck up and down in a random, almost frantic manner; following his jaw line and moving suddenly to his mouth again before nipping at his neck once more.

Squeezing Jake a little closer, Brandon sighed and tried to find some composure. “Jake,” he said softly. “Take me in the house. You can’t fuck me out here.”

“I bet I could,” Jake argued in a low growl before kissing him again.

Brandon’s exhale was a soft moan as desire continued to zip through him. “Ohhhkaaay,” he answered weakly, eyes rolling back into his head as he clung to the other man.

Jake kissed him again and slowly eased up on the pressure he was exerting, letting Brandon slide to the ground carefully while he backed up a step. Brandon reopened his eyes once his cleats touched the ground and he looked up at Jake with glazed eyes.

Jake licked his lips and cracked a smile through the haze of lust he was still battling. “You just gonna stand there or should I carry you?”

Brandon pushed himself up on his elbows, still bent back over the hood, chuckling. “You’re gonna carry me?” he asked in obvious disbelief.

“If you don’t move your ass inside I will,” Jake threatened with a point to the door, his voice taking on a decidedly impatient and hungry edge.

Not wanting to risk it, Brandon pushed himself off the car and wavered a little, having to catch himself against the fender for a second. Then he made purposefully for the stairs. Jake followed him, practically vibrating, and as soon as he made it through the unblocked front door Jake tackled him again. Literally tackled him, landing them both on the sofa as Jake began pawing at him yet again. Brandon yelped and turned just in time to catch Jake around the middle before he hit the couch on his back. “Damn, Jake!” he laughed, trying to help the other man get into his clothes.

“You asked for it,” Jake argued as he yanked at Brandon’s uniform demandingly.

“I asked for it?” Brandon repeated, pushing on Jake’s chest to get enough room to pull his own jersey and shirt off. “Tell me how you figure that,” he breathed.

“I’m not sure,” Jake huffed impatiently, pressing Brandon into the couch as soon as he had the shirts off and kissing him hungrily. “But I’m sure I’m right,” he murmured distractedly, tugging his own jersey over his head.