Page 57 of Caught Running
Brandon sat down hard on the edge of the bed. He rubbed both hands over his face. “If Misty figured us out and did something about it, is that going to change what’s between us for you?”
“No,” Jake answered in surprise. “No,” he repeated as he walked closer, sitting on the end of the bed beside Brandon. “I just ... She scares me.”
“I understand,” Brandon said softly, head in his hands with his eyes closed. “If it happens, we’ll deal with it. Somehow.”
“Wewill?” Jake asked, looking over at Brandon sideways and smiling a little.
Brandon looked up and blinked at him. “Yeah?” he drew out, wondering why Jake would question that. “You think I’m going leave you alone if she tries to get her claws into you?”
“You’d better not,” Jake growled.
“Not gonna happen,” Brandon said as he looked up, face softened. Jake leaned over and kissed him on impulse, turning and crawling onto him to pin him against the mattress and kiss him some more. Brandon wrapped his arms around Jake’s neck and held on tight. “Please tell me you locked the door,” he murmured.
“Hotel door,” Jake growled, “It locks on its own.”
“Right,” Brandon moaned. “Get on with it then. We don’t have to be anywhere until after lunch tomorrow, and I intend to sleep late in your arms.”
“Get on with it?” Jake asked in a mockingly offended voice. “Get on with it?” he teased as he gathered Brandon up and pushed him across the bed slightly and kissed him again.
Brandon snickered against Jake’s lips, sliding his legs apart and then hooking his feet over Jake’s calves. “Mm-hmm. Don’t you want me to soothe the savage beast?” he teased between kisses.
Jake actually ruined the kiss by snorting. “Oh Christ, now I can’t do it,” he groaned as he pushed himself up onto all fours.
Chuckling, Brandon just looked up at him. “I could have called you Thunder—” Jake cut the word off with another growling kiss. Brandon grinned somehow under the pressure of Jake’s lips and pulled his body back down, lifting his legs to curl them over Jake’s hips.
“Get on with it, he says,” Jake muttered against Brandon’s lips as his hands began to pull at Brandon’s briefs.
“Uh huh,” Brandon breathed, dropping his legs to help and pushing at Jake’s shorts and boxers.
Jake huffed and yanked at Brandon’s briefs roughly enough to rip the seam and kissed him harder, trying to instill a little more excitement in him than ‘get on with it.’
Brandon’s muffled laughter turned to a deeper moan, and his hands tightened on Jake as his cock twitched and his gut clenched. Pulling back from the kiss to gulp for air, he choked on a whimper. “Want you,” he said, helplessly arching up against Jake’s body. “Need you.”
“That’s more like it,” Jake rumbled as he moved back just far enough to remove Brandon’s briefs. “Tell me you packed optimistically,” he murmured.
“I packed optimistically,” Brandon said, already breathless, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “I figured I’d have to drag you off somewhere out of the hotel to even have a chance at this,” he said, pointing at the duffle bag to the side of the bed.
“Lucky me,” Jake moaned as he kissed him. He pushed up and quickly rifled through the duffel bag until he found the tube,then shed the remainder of his clothing before climbing back on top of Brandon. “Just no screaming,” he growled in a low voice.
“Screaming? Me?” Brandon objected, ruining it by yelping sharply as cool, slick fingers slipped between his legs.
“Hush,” Jake hissed, pressing his lips to Brandon’s to muffle his words. He twisted his fingers evilly and growled.
Brandon drew in a sharp breath through his nose and dug his fingers into Jake’s shoulders hard. “Please,” he said against Jake’s lips. “Please please please please,” he chanted raggedly, tilting his hips up with each push of Jake’s hand.
“Shhh,” Jake soothed as he removed his fingers and guided himself quickly inside with an impatient growl. Brandon whimpered and wrapped his arms and legs around him, and Jake groaned softly, one hand wrapping over Brandon’s head to tangle his fingers in his hair as he quickened his pace.
“Oh yesss,” Brandon hissed, hitching his knees up further and burying his face in Jake’s neck to muffle a long moan. This man was his—his—and Misty would never, ever have him. Possessiveness like he never expected swamped him, and he slid one hand up over the back of Jake’s neck.
Jake pressed his face into Brandon’s throat and moaned his name brokenly, his hips rocking into him, but nothing else moving. Brandon wrapped his hand about Jake’s nape, fingers digging in as he rolled his shoulders forward to press his lips to Jake’s ear and growled.
“Mine.”
“Yes,” Jake gasped almost desperately as he sped up his rhythm, jarring Brandon’s body with his thrusts.
Gasping harshly, Brandon’s head fell back and he bit his bottom lip to hold in the cries he wanted to loose as Jake set him afire. Jake moaned brokenly and pressed his open mouth to Brandon’s neck, tightening his grip as his muscles clenched. He gasped and groaned as his orgasm tore through him. Thefeel of heat and Jake’s body shuddering made Brandon snap inside, and with a stuttered gasp he came, the pleasure crashing through him in heavy waves.
Jake whimpered as the aftershocks rippled inside him. He pressed his lips to Brandon’s sweaty skin and sucked in air noisily, holding him tight. “Mine,” he murmured, the word barely audible.