In Deep

by Bailey Bradford

  Titus slid his tongue alongside Draven’s while letting go of the material in his hands and instead reaching for the warm skin he’d gained access to.

  Draven had a little bit of hair on his abs, just enough to make Titus even more eager to get him naked.

  Titus’ cock throbbed as Draven sucked on his tongue while simultaneously slipping one thick thigh between Titus’ legs.

  Draven moved his hand from Titus’ jaw to his neck, and Titus shivered, trying to get closer to Draven. Draven’s hard prick nudged Titus’ hip. Titus wasn’t the only one verging on desperation.

  He ran his hands around to Draven’s back, then burrowed them under the waistband of his jeans. Draven was going commando, and Titus nearly came on the spot as he found himself palming the firm swells of Draven’s ass.

  Draven did his rumbling thing again and rutted faster against Titus.

  Titus nipped Draven’s tongue then turned his head aside.

  Draven didn’t hesitate.

  Titus couldn’t hold back the hungry sound he made when Draven began kissing and sucking on his neck.

  Titus could have a few marks, a few mementos of this night to look at. He might even take pictures and save them.

  That was as far as his thought process got before Draven sucked on the tender skin under his ear. Titus grabbed at Draven’s ass, urging him to do…more. More of everything.

  Draven got a hand between them and cupped Titus’ cock through his jeans. He squeezed, and Titus cried out.

  “Inside,” Draven rasped, and whether he meant he wanted to get inside Titus or inside the house, or any mix of those, Titus didn’t know or care.

  Draven moved, the door opened and they tumbled inside.

  Titus had his mouth on Draven’s before the door even shut. Draven pulled, and down they went, a tangle of limbs and lust sprawling on the floor.

  Titus didn’t know who took off what, how they managed to do it—nothing. He only knew the press of Draven’s skin and bulk over him and the press of Draven’s solid, thick cock into him, with the hard floor beneath him no competition for the hard man above him.

  Draven kept kissing him, kept touching and rubbing, and Titus was going to come just from that. He wouldn’t have minded, but he wanted more.

  “Please,” he managed between burning kisses. “In me.” He couldn’t quite force himself to ask more bluntly.

  Draven licked Titus’ bottom lip, kissed his neck, then knelt between his legs. “Are you sure?”

  Titus nodded, trying not to gulp as he looked at Draven’s cock. His toys weren’t even that big.

  “You said it’s been a while,” Draven said, his voice rough as sand on skin.

  “With anyone else,” Titus clarified. “I have—toys,” he forced out.

  Draven nodded and leaned over to grab his pants. He pulled out a strip of condoms.

  Titus’ cheeks burned. He must have seemed like an easy lay—and why feel bad about that? I’m an easy lay, tonight. There’s nothing wrong about that. Nothing at all. It’s normal.

  Draven opened one of the packages then rolled the condom down his length. He stroked it a couple of times as he looked at Titus.

  Titus caught on to his hesitation. “As long as those are lubed, we’re good. Just…just fuck me.” That hadn’t been as hard to say as Titus had expected it to be. “Just go slow at first.” He liked the burn, the stretch, the pain that preceded the pleasure, even if he was using a dildo.

  Draven nodded once, then lowered himself over Titus, one hand on his prick, the other planted beside Titus’ head.

  Titus bent his legs, then decided, screw it, and wrapped them around Draven’s hips.

  “Yeah,” Draven whispered, the tip of his cock nudging Titus’ hole. “Pull when— fuck!”

  Titus hissed and arched as he kept up the pressure on Draven, encouraging him to keep going, to push the fat head into him. The burn was blended perfectly with pleasure, and Titus had the fleeting thought that he’d been crazy to wait so long to do this with another man again.

  Draven’s breath gusted from him as he gritted his teeth, then Titus pushed, and in went the crown, spreading him, making him ache and want in sweet perfection.

  Titus slipped his arms around Draven’s neck. “Come here,” he slurred.

  Draven lowered himself down as he rocked gently, working his cock into Titus’ ass.

  Titus quivered all over, inside and out. He parted his lips for Draven’s kisses, and did something he hadn’t thought he’d ever be able to do—he let go, stopped thinking and just felt, let Draven fill him slow and steady.

  When Draven was buried as deeply as he could go, Titus moaned and dug the blunt tips of his fingers against Draven’s back. Go, go, go!

  Draven withdrew almost all the way, then sank his dick back into Titus. He didn’t remain still, didn’t revel in the moment.

  Titus didn’t want him to. That aching stretch would fade, and he wanted to feel everything, now.

  As if he knew Titus’ thoughts, Draven began thrusting harder, pulling out completely, giving Titus’ rim more stimulation as he penetrated him over and over again.

  Each time Draven thrust into him, he did so harder than the time before.

  Titus arched and moaned, cursed and begged. He’d never been a vocal lover, but he couldn’t be anything else, the way Draven fucked him. Every part of Titus felt alive and needy, aroused and teetering on the edge of a release that would rival any others.

  Draven panted and bucked harder, raising his lips from Titus’, mouth open, jaw slack.

  Titus’ vision blurred, ecstasy building up, coiling tightly in his ass as Draven rubbed the head of his cock over Titus’ gland with every thrust. He shoved a hand between them and fisted his own shaft. Titus didn’t even need to jack himself, just the tight squeeze of his hand around his dick was enough to send him spiraling into climax.

  He heard a shout that reverberated in his skull when bliss washed over him in waves. Draven’s cock was deep inside him, with Draven jerking his hips frantically.

  There had never been a more perfect moment in time, in life—that was all Titus knew before he was lost for long, long minutes in his own orgasm.

  But reality had to seep back in. Ugh. How did I manage to forget this awkwardness? Titus stared up at the ceiling as Draven lay panting beside him. Titus’ own breathing hadn’t evened out yet, and already he felt out of place and incapable of handling his departure with any dignity.

  How does one have dignity hunting down one’s clothes, in a house one has never been to before, with a stranger—

  “Shower?”

  Titus blinked. “Huh?”

  Draven sat up and yawned, and Titus thought there was his excuse to leave.

  But Draven seemed to have other ideas. “Want to shower?” Then he shook his head. “No. How about a swim?”

  “In the ocean?” Titus winced. Obviously, Draven had meant the ocean.

  “Yeah. We can shower after. I find the ocean…” Draven blushed for some odd reason. “Reviving.”

  Titus sat up and laughed. “Well, yeah. That salt water in your eyes wakes you up.”

  Draven surprised him by chuckling. The sound warmed Titus to his core.

  “So that’s a yes?” Draven asked, turning his pretty gaze Titus’ way.

  “Sure. I don’t have trunks,” Titus said, but Draven waved off his concern.

  “This part of the beach is private,” Draven explained. “I don’t usually wear anything when I swim at night, but I can grab you a pair of shorts if you want?”

  Titus could easily imagine getting arrested for indecent exposure, private beach or not. “Er, I think I’d feel more comfortable in shorts, if that’s okay.”

  “It is.” Draven got to his feet, and Titus looked him over once, then a second time more slowly.

  “Wow, you’re perfect,” he muttered, much to his embarrassment. Titus scrambled up off the floor. “Uh, that wasn’t very cool of me. I…well, suck at this whole
one-night-stand thing.” He glanced at the floor where they’d fucked. “Part of why I haven’t been with anyone in so long.”

  Draven cupped Titus’ chin and nudged so that Titus raised his eyes to Draven’s. He ran his thumb over Titus’ lips. “How long are you here for?”

  Titus’ heart seemed to skip a beat. “Uh…a-a few more days. Five at most.”

  “Then…” Draven pressed on Titus’ lip.

  Titus opened his mouth.

  And Draven kissed him, just like Titus was hoping he would, all heat and hunger and lust.

  Titus slipped his hands around to Draven’s ass and held on while he plundered Draven’s mouth as eagerly as Draven plundered his.

  Despite being fully aroused, Titus didn’t complain when Draven moved back and said, “Beach. Water. Come with me.”

  Titus forgot about the shorts, but Draven didn’t. “Trunks.”

  Titus watched Draven lope past him, watched the rounded swells of Draven’s ass flex as he moved, the pads of his feet as they were bared when he took a step. Draven was a treat to see.

  Draven wasn’t gone long enough for Titus to feel awkward again. He handed Titus a pair of black board shorts.

  When Titus took them, Draven waited by the back door while he put them on.

  Draven cleared his throat when Titus pulled the shorts up. Titus gave him an expectant look.

  Draven glanced at him then away. “I, ah. I was going to say, before I kissed you. Since you don’t do one-night stands, maybe this could be a five-night stand?” He blushed once more, this time darkly.

  Titus’ heart did that stupid thing again where it soared in joy. “W-we could do that. Five nights after this one.”

  “And maybe the days too?” Draven rushed out, finally locking gazes with Titus, though he shifted his weight from foot to foot, which Titus thought was a sign of nervousness. He also thought Draven sexy, and adorable in his awkwardness. “I’d like that.”

  Draven’s smile was breathtaking. He nodded and opened the door. “Ready to swim?”

  Titus closed the distance between them. “Not going to have your brother show up disguised as a shark, are we?”

  Draven’s blush returned. “Not as a shark, no. Er, not as anything. He’d better not turn up, is what I mean.”

  “I think that’s asking too much of him for the entire five nights,” Titus pointed out.

  “And days,” Draven added when Titus passed him to walk out the door. “And you’re right. You seem to know Riveen well.”

  “He’s pretty see-through,” Titus agreed. Like a shallow tide pool. Draven was deeper, like the ocean caressing the sand right outside past the steps. “Oh, this is nice.”

  “I think so.” Draven gestured. “No one on the beach but us.”

  “Hmm.” Titus thought about the things they could do on the beach.

  And what a pain it’d be to get sand out of their crooks and creases. “Swim?”

  Draven chuckled. “Swim.” He took Titus’ hand, and together they ran into the warm waves.

  Titus shrieked when something brushed his leg, but Draven just called out, “Seaweed!” and kept tugging on his hand, so Titus decided to let go and enjoy the time he had with this intriguing man, with the beach their playground and the glorious moonlight casting bright reflections on the water.

  Chapter Eight

  Five nights left

  Draven ticked the day off in his head. He’d been a little nervous about proposing four or five days and nights spent together, but he was glad he’d spoken up. Titus had a life and job and home somewhere else. It wasn’t like he and Draven were going to run off and get married.

  This was just a vacation affair for Titus, and Draven was totally fine with that. He’d be a fool to pass up a chance to enjoy it. Titus was sexy, smart and funny. Draven had been alone for a long time…and there was an exceedingly good chance he’d be alone for a long time once Titus went home.

  Draven heard his front door open and groaned. “Riveen, go away!” Titus would have knocked. So would anyone else, but Riveen always barged right in.

  “What? You know I’m here for all the down and dirty details of your hookup!” Riveen leered as he propped a shoulder against the bathroom doorframe. “Ohh, you’re getting all prettied up! Are you seeing Titus tonight? Gonna get laid, round two?”

  More like round five. Not that Draven was going to share that with his brother. “Titus and I spent the day on the U.S.S. Lexington,” Draven said, glaring at his brother before looking at himself in the mirror again. He looked as good as he was going to get, so he turned and headed for the door. “Move, Riv.”

  “Not until you tell me all about the sex!”

  Draven rolled his eyes and poked Riveen in the armpit.

  “Ack!” Riveen shrieked and scrambled away. “Fuck you! That’s cheating!”

  Draven stalked him down the hallway, wiggling his fingers at Riveen menacingly. “How’s it cheating? All’s fair in the battle of the brothers.”

  Riveen’s mouth dropped open, though he kept moving backward, into the living room. “Oh, my gods! Who are you and what have you done with my brother? You know, the one that’s had a stick up his ass ever since he turned twenty or so and thought he had to be boring to be an adult.”

  “Fuck off,” Draven retorted. He lunged, and Riveen shrieked again, turned to bolt—and flipped over the couch.

  The thud when he hit the floor in front of the piece of furniture was oddly comforting. Or maybe not so oddly, considering what a pest his brother could be.

  “I didn’t even touch you,” Draven said when Riveen started cussing him. “Not my fault you panicked and acted without thinking.”

  “Oh, hey, there you are, Drave.” Riveen got to his feet. “I figured you couldn’t repress the uptight part of yourself for long.”

  Draven started to snap at Riveen, but honestly, he’d actually been having fun with his brother for the first time in…far too long. He kept his irritated expression in place as he jumped over the couch and bounced off the seat cushions.

  “Oh my gods! Ack!” Riveen yelled and took off for the kitchen.

  Draven pounced and tackled his brother before he made it past the sink.

  “Going to come over and pester me, eh?” he muttered before he began poking at Riveen. He didn’t tickle, exactly, just poked.

  His brother shrieked and squirmed—and laughed, like he hadn’t laughed with Draven since they’d been kids.

  What happened to us? Draven really didn’t need to ask. He knew what had happened.

  “Oh gods, I’m gonna peeeeeeee,” Riveen declared as he thumped Draven’s throat with a finger. “Get offa me!”

  Draven hesitated.

  Which was his mistake.

  Riveen cackled when he flipped Draven onto his back. “Sucker!” He went for Draven’s armpits.

  Draven huffed and slapped at the jerk’s hands. “Not happening. I’m not ticklish, dork.”

  “Yeah, that’s right,” his brother muttered, trying to capture Draven’s wrists. “But I bet you like having all that chest hair. Shame if you had a bald spot…”

  Draven bucked and twisted. He wasn’t letting anyone yank out his chest hair.

  Riveen toppled to the side but sprung up and darted backward, laughing. “Hah! Whatever Titus did to you, I totally approve!”

  “He didn’t—” Draven began, but someone knocked.

  “Adios!” Riveen ran for the back. “See you later, dork.”

  Draven rushed to the front. He wasn’t expecting anyone other than Titus. He opened the front door, and Titus smiled then frowned.

  “Um. Were you wrestling a bear or something? I heard noise and shouts when I was on the steps but I thought it was the TV,” Titus said. “Now I’d guess your brother is here?”

  Draven ran a hand through his hair—which seemed to be standing on end—and stepped back so Titus could come in. “Yeah, Riveen wanted to know if I got laid last night,” Draven admitted. “I managed to d
istract him.”

  Titus’ expression took on a wistful air. “Ah. That must be a brother thing. I’m an only child.”

  “Sibling thing, probably,” Draven guessed. “Come on in.”

  Titus stepped inside. “I’m glad you and Riveen have each other.”

  “Oh, we have six more brothers, and six sisters,” Draven said before he thought about it. Titus looked stunned. “Uh. Mom and Dad obviously didn’t bother with birth control.” Not that there was such a thing for their kind. “And they wanted a big family.”

  “Fourteen kids?” Titus squeaked. “That’s…that’s a lot.”

  “Well, they had us over a course of about thirty years.” Draven wanted to slap himself. Why was he being so chatty—and honest? “So we aren’t all close in age. Riveen and I are in the middle, actually. Well, we’re kids six and seven. So. Yeah.”

  “Wow. Family get-togethers must be awesome.” Titus definitely sounded wistful.

  Draven took him by the hands and pulled him closer. “If by awesome you mean filled with a bunch of screaming babies and toddlers, and yeah, siblings, then they certainly are.” And before he could let himself say anything else that he shouldn’t, Draven took a kiss, then another one, then a third still as he wrapped his arms around Titus.

  Yes, they’d spent the day together, then parted ways to get cleaned up and ready for a night out—dinner, a movie, a walk on the beach. Draven had already come once with Titus before they’d headed off to see the U.S.S. Lexington, but that seemed like days ago rather than hours.

  He wanted Titus again already.

  Draven had plans, though. He eased out of the kiss and released Titus only far enough so he could look Titus over. “Damn. You are one sexy fucker.”

  Titus blushed. “Thanks. You too.”

  Draven brushed the backs of his knuckles over Titus’ fair hair. “I like this without stuff in it. It looked good earlier, but this is better. I can run my fingers through it.” And he did so, which had Titus’ eyelids fluttering closed as he moaned softly.

  “Damn, Titus. You keep making those sounds and looking so sexy, we won’t make it out of the house,” Draven muttered.