by Lynn Stark
When he was naked, Brag went to the fireplace. He lit it and stood back as the flames flickered over the logs. He turned away to see Peyton carrying the heavy duvet and a couple of pillows. Together they made a cozy love nest between the fireplace and the ornate sofa across from it.
“We should have ordered some wine,” Peyton said as he stood there with a frown.
“We can still do that. What would you like?”
Peyton told him and added that they should have some appropriate finger foods to go with it. Brag was all for that. His stomach grumbled at the mention of food and knew they might have to go in search of something more substantial later on. One of the smaller dining rooms remained open all night, with a limited menu offered. Brag would be fine with a burger, if that was all they offered.
After he ordered the wine and food, Brag found the bottle of lube and a condom in his toiletries bag. He turned off the lights, leaving only the flames from the fire to cast a glow throughout the room.
“What are you doing?” he asked when he saw Peyton pulling on a pair of shorts.
The man chuckled. “I don’t really think room service will want to see me naked.”
“They will, if they can see. Now you’ve cheated them out of a treat.”
Maybe he should pull on something, too. He put the condom and lube on the end table and went to the dresser, where he found the swim trunks he had brought. The hotel had a fabulous pool and he hoped to use it.
“I’m sure they’ll survive their disappointment.”
There was a soft knock on the door. Peyton winked as he went to open it. Brag frowned when they discovered there was no one there.
“What the heck?” Peyton leaned out and then straightened and closed the door as he stepped back. “There was no sign of anyone in the hall.”
“Huh. Strange.” He smiled as he felt the heat of lust rising in his body. A long night of lovemaking was in his plans. “Come on, hon. Come over here and we’ll warm up this fancy duvet before they get here. I’ll even let you keep your shorts on…for now.”
“What fun is there in that?” Peyton was in the process of pushing his shorts down when there was another knock on the door. He grimaced and pulled them back into place, hiding his hardening cock from Brag’s view. Peyton was recovering nicely after coming not that long ago. “Okay, let’s try this again.”
There was a young man on the others side of the door this time. Brag was relieved. The mystery knock was a little too weird for him, making him wonder if there was really something to all this ghost stuff. The room service waiter pushed a cart in with a bottle of wine in a silver ice bucket, two glasses, and a tray covered with a dome. Brag’s stomach grumbled.
“We’ll pour for ourselves,” Peyton told the waiter after he had placed everything on the table, and he handed him a tip Brag hadn’t seen him retrieve from his wallet.
Once they were alone, Peyton poured the wine for each of them. Brag took the glass he was offered, but he leaned in to kiss and lick the side of Peyton’s neck. The man purred with pleasure and moved closer, their erections bumping through the cloth separating them.
Pulling back, Brag took a sip of the wine. He swallowed it and watched as Peyton did the same. Then they leaned toward each other and kissed. Their mouths locked, intensity increasing, until they were forced to break apart.
“You taste good.”
Brag touched the side of his face. “I do, do I? So do you. I want to taste every inch of your body.” Tipping his glass, he dribbled wine over Peyton’s pebbled nipple. Then he bent and sucked on the brown disc, enjoying the sounds Peyton made as his desire flared. Brag wrapped his arm around Peyton’s waist to hold him close as he kissed his way across the man’s muscular chest to his other nipple. By the time he had finished sucking and nipping it with his teeth, Peyton was begging to be fucked. Brag straightened and finished the wine, tossing it back like a shot, and set the empty glass aside. “Come on, honey. Finish your wine. I want to fuck you now. I can’t wait any longer.”
His grumbling stomach wasn’t easy to ignore as it sounded a protest, but there was a more pressing hunger he needed to assuage before they got to enjoy the food prepared for them.
Peyton nodded and finished his wine. Brag took his glass and set it beside his. Then he took the man of his dreams into his arms and kissed him, trying to convey how much he loved him. Moans, nips, and licks from Peyton seemed to be the man’s way of telling Brag that those feelings were being returned.
Brag undressed them both and led Peyton back to the duvet in front of the fire, following Peyton down until he was being pressed onto their makeshift bed by the weight of Brag’s body. “Oh, honey, you are the sexiest man on the planet,” Brag told him, meaning every word. Peyton pulled his knees up, bracing them on either side of him as he lifted his hands to cradle Brag’s face. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Oh, I don’t know, but I have my suspicions.” His hazel eyes were filled with humor as he stroked Brag’s lower lip with his thumb. “I believe it had something to do with my father basically playing cupid.”
It was not an idea Brag had considered. But now that Peyton mentioned it, so much made sense. Corbin Greer had gone to a lot of trouble to fix up the house he had inherited from his aunt. He’d also taken a huge chance that Peyton would even want to relocate to Montana. Maybe he’d thought the odds were better after the attack on Peyton by his boyfriend. And if Peyton wanted to put it all behind him, what better way was there than to move across the country?
“Do you think so?”
“Yes. I don’t think it’s that farfetched to believe in the possibility. I know he wanted me away from where I’d spent so much time with a certain person I won’t name.” He sighed but followed it with a smile that nearly made Brag’s toes curl. “What are we going to do now that we’re alone, naked, and in front of an almost roaring fire?”
Chuckling, Brag dropped a kiss on Peyton’s lips. “I think you should demonstrate your riding skills.”
“Oh, I can do that. You need to prepare to be mounted, my big stud.”
Nothing but love and delight filled Brag at that moment. Peyton was everything he’d ever wanted in a man. He couldn’t make him more perfect if he tried. Grabbing the condom, Brag tore the foil packet and removed the latex disc. It was difficult to concentrate on even such a simple task when Peyton had lubed his fingers and was now in the process of stretching himself. He was two fingers in and appeared to be experiencing pleasure, if the expression on his face was anything to measure it by.
“That’s so fucking hot, hon.” The condom was on and he was ready to put his cock to good use, but he found he couldn’t look away from Peyton pushing his fingers in and out of his ass. His cock throbbed a distinct warning, one he couldn’t ignore. “Come on, honey baby. Ride this bad boy. I need you now.”
Peyton turned and gave him the sexiest grin imaginable as he straddled Brag’s hips. With his feet planted on either side, he lowered his ass as Brag held his cock steady. Brag groaned as inch after inch pushed into the tight, silky channel. It felt like he was being gripped by a fist. He removed his hand and then, as Peyton bottomed out, wrapped his fingers around the rigid shaft jutting from Peyton’s groin. He wasn’t going to last long and wanted his lover to join him when he flew over the edge and into oblivion.
When Peyton, with his perfect posture, interlaced his fingers behind his head and began to rise and fall on Brag’s cock, he laughed. “Now you’re just showing off!” The grip of his fingers slid down Peyton’s cock each time he rose.
“It’s not showing off, if you do something well. Now this is showing off.”
The man began to rise and fall and an incredible speed, never once losing his balance or losing Brag’s cock from his ass. However, Brag’s delighted laughter was almost their undoing. He couldn’t help it. The man, his wonderful lover, was so incredible that he was filled with happiness, and he knew that he would never be able to let him go.
When he fe
lt the tingle at the base of his spine and his asshole tightening, Brag knew this round was nearly over. He stroked Peyton’s cock faster as he made a series of upward thrusts.
“Hold on, hon. I’m coming.” His hips arched upward as his body bowed off the floor, pressing as deeply as he could into Peyton’s hot body as cum spurted into the condom.
Peyton followed him over the edge within seconds, his inner muscles clamping down on Brag’s throbbing cock. He panted and stared at the man bucking wildly on top of him. It was a sight he would never forget. When Peyton came, it was totally beautiful. His head fell back on his shoulders as he shouted. Pearly ropes of cum spurted from his cock to land on Brag’s heaving chest and stomach.
Then he was collapsing forward. Brag wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. The heady scent of sex, musk, and sweat filled the air around them. Brag kissed Peyton’s ear and waited until the man’s harsh breathing quieted, along with the pounding of his heart.
“That was fantastic, hon. I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
“Me neither.”
He reached between them as his cock softened and caught the top of the condom. They both groaned when their bodies separated. Peyton stretched out beside him. He tied off the top of the condom and set it aside. Cuddling was far more important than clean-up.
“I love you,” he whispered as he put his fingers beneath Peyton’s chin and lifted so he could kiss the man’s mouth. “I’ve never done this before, so be kind and don’t laugh. Will you marry me, Peyton Greer? Would you be my husband for all time?”
Peyton’s response was to smack him in the center of his chest, which wasn’t a particularly good thing, considering it was coated with cooling cum. “Uh, well, I was going to scold you for thinking I might be unkind toward you.” He lifted his goo-covered hand to examine it. They both laughed, Brag nearly forgetting that he was waiting for an answer to his proposal. “But, yes, I would love to be your husband for all time and, perhaps, a little bit beyond.”
“Oh, wow, that’s even better. Let’s kiss to seal the deal.”
Their first kiss as an engaged couple was enough to send Brag to a place he had never been before. But it was like that with Peyton. They shared so many firsts, because they were that attracted to each other. They were meant to be together. Maybe that was why he couldn’t forget the cute kid who came with his parents for a couple of weeks of fun during the summer. Maybe that was why he had never married. Maybe he had fallen in love with the man in the photo on the dust jackets on his novels. Brag didn’t know how the how’s and why’s of it, but he knew he would never fall out of love with Peyton Greer. The city boy was his forever, and that knowledge made him experience happiness at a level he’d never known.
When they ended the kiss, Brag opened his eyes and blinked. He turned his head, looking around in confusion. “When did the lights go out?”
“I don’t know, but it’s very romantic with only the light from the fire.” Peyton rolled away and got to his feet. “I think I’m going to take a shower.”
Brag stood up. “I’ll join you.”
The shower didn’t take long. Neither of them was up to a second round. They weren’t exactly twenty year olds anymore, when erections happened a little more frequently than they did now. Still, he imagined they would have their moments when they would fuck like bunnies.
Dried off and dressed in soft sleep pants, they made a beeline for the food. The two serving dishes, one heated, the other chilled, were still doing their jobs quite well. Peyton poured more wine for them as Brag covered their plates with a variety of the offerings.
With the fire built up and their wine glasses filled, Brag and Peyton sat up in the beautiful, romantic bed and ate. “This bed is sexy as fuck. We need one like it.”
The man beside him chuckled. “I don’t know how big your bedroom is, but I know it won’t fit in mine.”
“We’ll have to get a smaller version.”
“Sounds like a plan I can live with, which brings us to the next stage. When would you like to move in with me? Before or after the wedding?”
Brag’s heart soared. “Oh, definitely before. Then, if you want, you can rent out the caretaker’s cottage.”
“We can rent it out,” Peyton corrected. “Everything I have will also yours, and I’ll make that official, too.” When he knew Brag was going to protest, he held up his hand. “I don’t have anyone but you. Of course, there are a couple of organizations that will receive substantial donations when I pass, but because I already support them annually, I’m certain they won’t mind if I don’t pass for a very long time.” He leaned in to kiss Brag. There was a glow in the depths of his hazel eyes Brag hadn’t seen until now, and he knew he was the cause of it. Peyton was as happy as he was. “The remainder will be yours. Now, let’s leave this talk for another time and finish this wonderful food.”
“I love this raspberry stuff with the lemon cake and chocolate drizzled all over it.” The dessert was the one they had seen in the kitchen on the way to Bart’s apartment. They’d had it to finish their meal with him. “I think I’m going to have to learn how to make this.”
Peyton moaned around the bite Brag fed him. “Definitely. Do you think they would share the recipe?”
“What if we had a version of it for our wedding cake?”
Hazel eyes stared at him in amazement. Brag blushed. “That’s a perfect idea,” Peyton said. “I can build on that. Why don’t we have the wedding here? In the garden. If we can arrange it soon enough, it will still be warm.”
“That sounds great to me. Uh, do you think we’d be rushing things if we checked on dates? I want to get married sooner, not later.” He leaned in for a kiss. When he pulled back, he confided, “I want to get my ring on you before you change your mind.”
“Oh, cowboy, you’re stuck with me. We can have the reception here, too. In one of the ballrooms.”
They continued to discuss details of their wedding and reception long after they had finished the food and wine. Brag couldn’t regret a minute of it. He knew people were sometimes terrified of making such a huge change in their life. Committing themselves to another person could be scary. But there wasn’t an ounce of fear in him. Peyton did that for him. The man was perfect. They were perfect together. It was their future they were discussing, something he wanted more than anything.
With that thought in mind, Brag closed his eyes and kissed the top of the head resting on his chest. He chuckled when Peyton tried to get closer. They were already as close as they could get without being in each other’s skin.
As he drifted off to sleep, Brag hoped he didn’t dream of what kind of flowers they should have and whether or not they should hire a string quartet to play at the reception. Those were things he knew nothing about, and he was willing to let Peyton have whatever he wanted. Dreaming about baby’s breath was just too weird for him, and he was personally leaning toward hiring a country western band.
Chapter Eleven
When Peyton woke the next morning, he realized he was feeling true happiness for the first time since his father’s death. Waking beside Brag was something he could easily become used to. Heated kisses and intimate caresses were an excellent way to get a person’s blood going. He felt so intensely alive. His life had a new purpose and that was to change that life to include Brag and, if at all possible, to have a family together. Children would be great, and it was something they completely agreed upon.
Bart was the first person they shared their good news with. They did so at breakfast, when they accepted his invitation to join him for the meal. He congratulated them with heartfelt emotion and promised to be sure everyone did their best to schedule their wedding ceremony and reception on the days they wanted. Because they hadn’t yet checked a calendar, or his schedule, they had to wait. As far as he was concerned, they could get married that very day. He didn’t want to wait.
But it was one of those occasions they would only have one of, which meant the
y wanted to do something to make it memorable.
After they finished breakfast, which included many stories about the hotel and its history, Bart sent for several people. By the time Peyton and Brag left the man’s apartment, they had chosen a date, booked the ballroom, and selected food, including the cake, as well as the menu. No muss, no fuss. The hotel offered a service that covered everything, taking a lot of the work and worry out of arranging weddings, graduations, anniversaries, and other celebrations.
Brag pulled Peyton into an alcove so they could steal a kiss. He leaned back against the wall as Brag took charge. A sigh of pleasure escaped him as he lifted his hands to place them on broad shoulders.
Brag gave him a short but intense kiss. “I could get used to this,” Peyton confessed to his soon-to-be husband when their mouths parted. “I’m now officially in one of those pinch me moments I’ve heard about. It’s hard to believe that we’re going to be married in just two weeks’ time.”
“I can’t wait.” He chuckled. “My mother will blow a gasket when we tell her. Then there are my brothers and my dad. She’ll want everyone in new clothes. They’ll hate us for that. But they’ll still show up for free food and booze.”
Peyton loved Brag’s family and already felt a part of it. They were warm, welcoming people. “I hope your mom and dad won’t be hurt because we’re having all the planning done by others, but it makes the most sense. We both want everyone to just relax and enjoy our day with us.”
“I’m sure she won’t mind. And all my dad and brothers will be wondering is if there’s any bacon included in the menu.”
“We covered that, didn’t we? With some kind of bacon-wrapped meat and cheese hors d’oeuvres?”
After leaning in and kissing Peyton a second time, Brag grinned. “We did. You can’t go wrong with bacon-wrapped meat. It should make them happy. Now, why don’t we go look at the apartments, and then go for a swim before lunch?”
