Christian (The Beck Brothers Series)

by Andria Large

  “Aw, the wittle baby is awake. Here baby, here’s your ice cweam,” Sebastian said in a mocking tone that made Shea want to punch him in his fucking face.

  Shea snatched the Frosty cup out of his hand and snarled at him. “Fuck you, asshole.”

  Shea shifted to try to sit up higher so that he could eat the damn Frosty, but the pain that radiated from his collarbone was almost unbearable. He gasped and held out the cup for someone to take it. He didn’t see who grabbed it and he really didn’t care. Shea squeezed his eyes shut and bared his teeth as he tried to breathe through the excruciating pain; obviously the medication he got in the ER has worn off.

  “Chris!” He choked.

  “Coming!” Christian called from what sounded like the direction of the kitchen.

  “Dude, for real? Are you seriously in that much pain or are you just being a pussy?” Sebastian asked skeptically.

  “Watch out!” Christian’s voice snapped. “Here, Shea.”

  Shea then felt Christian press a pill into his left hand, which he immediately tossed into his mouth, and then Christian put a glass of water in his hand. Shea downed that, swallowing the pill with it. He prayed that it worked fast because he was ready to throw the hell up.

  “Chris, is he for real?” Sebastian asked again.

  “Yes, he is actually in a lot of pain. They can’t set the bone like they would your leg or arm, so moving is going to hurt if the medicine wears off.”

  “That sucks,” Quinn said.

  “Yeah, it does,” Henry drawled.

  Shea cracked an eye open to see what everyone was doing when Sebastian flopped down onto the couch next to him, on his right side of course, and jostled the hell out of him. Shea screamed in agony and used his left hand to help cradle his right arm.

  “AAAGGGHHHHH!!! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!! I HATE YOU! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” Shea screamed, as he kicked at Sebastian as best he could.

  “Ow! Shit, I’m sorry...ow! Stop kicking me! I didn’t mean to do that!” Sebastian cried as he scrambled to get away from Shea’s kicks.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” Henry snapped. Shea heard a “thwap” sound, which was most likely Henry slapping Sebastian upside the head.

  “Dammit! I didn’t mean to hurt him! You don’t have to hit me!”

  “You’re a fucking idiot,” Quinn muttered.

  Another “thwap.” “Sonofabitch! Will you knock that shit off?”

  “That was Quinn that time.” Henry chuckled.

  “Alright, you know what? Why don’t you guys just go. Obviously, you can’t be trusted around an injured person,” Christian said calmly, but Shea could hear the edge to his voice, he was freaking fuming.

  “I’m sorry!” Sebastian whined.

  “It’s fine, just go,” Christian replied.

  A few minutes later, after they all said goodbye to each other, Shea heard the door shut. He was still trying not to throw up on Christian’s floor when he heard Christian walk back into the living room.

  “God, Shea, I’m so sorry,” he rushed to say when he returned.

  “Mmm hmm,” was all he could get out through his clenched teeth.

  “What can I do? Is there anything?” Christian asked.

  “You can suck my fucking dick, you asshole. You called them didn’t you?” Shea shouted and opened his eyes to glare at Christian in accusation.

  He frowned. “I called Quinn and asked him to pick up your goddamn Frosty,” he snapped.

  “Well that was fucking stupid. You knew they would all show up!”

  Christian raked a hand through his hair and paced away. “I can’t deal with this shit right now, Shea,” he muttered and started toward the kitchen.

  “Where are you going?” Shea called after him.

  “I need a break from your nasty attitude,” he replied before storming out of the back door and slamming the door behind him.

  “Dammit!” Shea yelled into the now empty house.

  He wasn’t trying to be an asshole but he just couldn’t help it when he was in pain. Shea sat there brooding for a good fifteen minutes, waiting for the medicine to kick in. Soon, the pain was down to a dull throb, and he could get himself off the couch. He knew where Christian went, so he headed in that direction. Out the back door, he followed the path that led to the garage. He didn’t bother knocking, he just walked in. The smell of paint and mustiness hit him in the face as he entered. Christian was standing with his back toward the door as he painted on a large canvas that was set up on an easel. He looked like he was painting some kind of cityscape and he didn’t bother turning around when Shea entered. Shea knew he had to have heard him.

  “Chris, I’m sorry,” he said softly.

  Christian didn’t make any kind of acknowledgement that he had even heard Shea; he just kept painting like he wasn’t there. Shea sighed and hung his head.

  “Chris, can you please talk to me?”

  “Not right now,” Christian whispered.

  Shea walked over and stopped behind him; he slipped his arm around his waist and kissed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, Christian, please...”

  “I’m busy right now, Shea,” Christian muttered harshly.

  Damn, he really hurt Christian this time. “Can you just stop for a minute and let me apologize?” he pleaded quietly.

  Christian sighed heavily and tossed his paintbrush down on the table next to him. “I really don’t want to hear it right now,” he said as he moved out of Shea’s embrace and headed for the door.

  “Really, Chris? Come on!”

  Christian whirled around, his brown eyes flashing angrily. “I thought I had done something nice for you, getting you the ice cream that you had asked for multiple times and what do I get? I get cursed and screamed at. I understand that you’re in pain, Shea, but I’m not going to let you treat me like shit.”

  “I know. That’s why I’m trying to apologize to you, dammit!” Shea snapped.

  Christian’s mouth tightened, he just turned and walked out the door, slamming it behind him. Shea growled in aggravation and scrubbed his face with his good hand. Alright, they both needed to calm down for a few minutes. Shea left the garage and went to sit at the table on the back patio. It was starting to get dark and a bit chilly, but Shea wanted to give Christian some space to let him calm down.

  He hadn’t even realized that he fell asleep until a hand landed on the back of his neck. Shea yawned and looked back to see Christian standing beside him. He jerked his head in the direction of the house then helped Shea out of the chair. He could definitely feel the ache starting to take hold again.

  “Chris, can you get me another Percocet?” Shea asked quietly.

  “Sure,” Christian murmured and followed him into the house.

  Shea waited in the kitchen while Christian got him a glass of water and another pill. After he took it, they both headed up to bed. Christian helped Shea get out of his jeans and then helped him get into bed. Christian had set up the right side of the bed with a bunch of pillows so that Shea could sleep somewhat upright; there would be no lying flat for a couple of weeks.

  He then watched as Christian undressed, and damn it if he didn’t get turned on. They haven’t done anything since the morning after the wedding a couple of weeks ago. Shea has been too busy with work, usually going right home to bed. Now that he will be out of work for a couple of months, he has plenty of time to do everything he wants to do to Christian.

  Christian was built really nice. He was tall with broad shoulders and a trim waist. His chest and arms were nicely defined, and his abs looked like they were chiseled out of granite. His legs were long and muscled, and his ass was the perfect combination of rounded and toned. He kept on his black briefs as he climbed into bed.

  He watched as Christian crawled over to him and stopped so that they were nose to nose. Christian’s eyes searched his for a moment before he leaned down and kissed him. Shea groaned and grasped the back of Christian’s neck. Christian then shifted
so that he straddled Shea’s lap. Shea’s cock jumped to attention. What was he doing?

  “What...what are you...doing?” Shea grunted between kisses.

  “You did tell me to suck your dick, didn’t you?” Christian whispered and started to kiss his way down the good side of Shea’s neck.

  Shea’s stomach flipped in anticipation. He never thought that he would ever want or have another guy suck his dick, but this was Christian, his boyfriend, and he couldn’t help but find himself actually looking forward to it. He was curious to see if it was anything like how a woman would do it, or if it was just a completely different experience altogether. Their first foray into sex had been exciting and new. Shea had been pleasantly surprised by how amazing it felt, and if the rest of it were anything close to that, then he would be completely happy for the rest of his life to never be with another woman again.

  Christian moved down the bed and Shea’s body until he settled on his knees between Shea’s legs. Christian gently took off Shea’s boxers and tossed them to the floor. Shea swallowed hard as he waited, so afraid that he was going to come as soon as Christian’s mouth touched him. He was already fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head.

  “Shouldn’t I be doing this to you as an apology?” Shea teased.

  “You would be if you weren’t injured,” Christian said, his dark eyes lifting to pin Shea with a serious look.

  “Is that a rule for gay guys that I didn’t know about?” Shea asked, lifting an eyebrow in question.

  “No, but that’s my rule,” he said, the one side of his full mouth kicking up.

  “When were you going to tell me about this rule?” Shea breathed as Christian spread his legs further apart.

  Christian just shrugged and settled on his stomach between Shea’s legs. Shea licked his lips as he watched Christian. Oh god, the anticipation was going to kill him. Christian bent forward but stopped a breath away from Shea’s balls, rolled just his eyes up, and looked at Shea with a heated stare.

  “Are you sure you want this?” Christian breathed.

  “Fuck yes!” Shea choked, almost screaming at him to keep going.

  A seductive smile curled Christian’s lips and Shea’s heart fluttered. How had they gone so long before getting together like this? It seemed so obvious to Shea now that they were kind of meant to be together. Shea lost his train of thought after that because Christian lowered his mouth and sucked one of Shea’s balls into his mouth.

  “Holy shit!” Shea gasped and fisted the sheet next to him.

  Christian did the same to the other one before moving to lick up the underside of his cock with a flat tongue. Shea’s cock twitched when he reached the head. He was already panting and Christian had barely gotten started.

  “You have never had a guy do this to you, right?” Christian asked softly.

  “No, I swear, you are my first for everything regarding gay sex.” Shea promised.

  “Okay,” Christian said, seeming satisfied with his answer.

  He then lifted Shea’s cock off his stomach and wrapped his mouth around the head, swirling his tongue around it. Shea choked out a string of curses and fought the urge to bow up off the bed, positive that that would cause him a lot of pain. Christian took him into his mouth deeper, going almost to the hilt before coming back up. Shea forced himself to watch. Christian’s head bobbed up and down as he sucked and licked Shea closer and closer to complete oblivion.

  Christian brought his hands in on the action, stroking him as he sucked with one, while the other lightly cupped his balls, one finger rubbing the area right behind them. Shea reached up with his free hand and shoved it into Christian’s hair to grip it tightly. His hips flexed in time with Christian’s rhythm.

  “Holy...fuck...oh Jesus!” Shea cried out.

  Christian hummed around him and Shea’s eyes rolled back in his head. This was better than any head he has ever gotten, from any women. Apparently, none of those women knew what the hell they were doing, but Christian? Christian was a pro. Shea had no idea how many dicks his best friend had sucked, and honestly, he really didn’t want to know. An odd possessiveness that he’s never felt before when it came to Christian swirled through him. Christian was now his, and he would only be sucking one dick for the rest of his life, and that was Shea’s.

  Shea felt his abs tighten and his cock throbbed and tingled. He was oh so close. “Chris, I’m gonna come...” He breathed. “Oh god...Christian!”

  Christian sped up his movements, throwing Shea over the edge. He let out a strangled cry as he came into Christian’s mouth, his hand tightening in Christian’s hair. Shea accidently jerked a little too much, pain burst from his collarbone, but he grit his teeth against it. He didn’t want to let Christian know that he was in pain.

  Shea yanked Christian’s head up by the grip on his hair when he couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay...okay, that’s enough.” He panted.

  Christian chuckled and rolled over onto his back. “Did you like that?”

  “That’s a dumb question,” Shea scoffed.

  Christian hummed. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  “Enjoyed it? Man, that was the best blowjob I have ever had. ” Shea sighed contently.

  He could see Christian grinning where he lay next to Shea’s hip. Shea reached over and stroked Christian’s hair, his heart pounding, and not just from what just happened. Shea’s feelings for his best friend were changing just as he knew they would. He had told Christian a couple of weeks ago that he wouldn’t be hard to fall in love with. Shea was surprised, though, by how fast it was happening. Then again, he already loved Christian; they had been friends for over twenty years, so making the jump to being in love with him wasn’t taking much.

  “I’m sorry for being a dick earlier, you didn’t deserve it,” Shea murmured as he continued to stroke Christian’s hair.

  “Obviously, I forgive you.” Christian snickered.

  Shea chuckled softly. “I know, but I just needed to say it again.”

  Christian got up and gave him a soft slow kiss before pulling the covers up over both of them and settling down on his side of the bed. Shea desperately wanted to hold him in his arms, but it wasn’t possible, so he settled for lacing his fingers together with Christian’s. Christian kissed the back of his hand and held it against his chest. They fell asleep that way.

  ~Chapter 3~

  “Chris, I really need a shower,” Shea muttered as he sat at the table the next morning, drinking his coffee. “I can smell myself and it’s not pleasant.”

  Christian chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

  Shea glared at him from where he sat across the table. “I need your help.”

  Christian nodded and took a sip of his coffee. “Okay, whenever you’re ready,” he agreed.

  “Let me finish my coffee, and then we can go.”

  Christian nodded again as he eyed him over the rim of his coffee mug. There was an amused glint in his eye, a hint of desire, which made Shea’s belly flutter. He didn’t expect to enjoy the things that he and Christian have done together as much as he did. He thought it would have been weird or something, but it was turning out to be much more pleasurable being with a man than it was being with a woman. Shea didn’t know if it was just because it was Christian, or if it would be this way with all men.

  After they both finished their coffees, they headed upstairs to take a shower. Christian stripped down to his underwear then turned on the shower. He moved to help Shea out of his pajama pants and underwear that he put on this morning. He shucked off his own underwear before helping Shea take off the swathe and sling. Shea had to cradle his right arm so that it didn’t hang. Christian stepped into the shower first, and then helped Shea step in before sliding the curtain back into place.

  While Shea held his arm against his chest, Christian did all of the washing. He washed Shea’s hair first then moved on to his body. Shea closed his eyes and savored the feel of Christian’s hands stroking and gliding all over hi
m. Christian’s hands came to his cock, which was hard – no surprise there – and lathered it up with soap. He stroked it a couple of times before going down to massage his balls. Christian took a step closer and wrapped both arms around Shea as he started to clean his back.

  Shea swallowed hard as he felt Christian get closer to his ass. Shea was still somewhat leery about that one thing. He wasn’t sure how he felt about being fucked in his ass. He couldn’t see how it could possibly feel good.

  He could feel Christian’s mouth hovering over his, but he kept his eyes closed, not wanting to show Christian what he was feeling at the moment. He was sure his apprehension would show in his eyes, and he didn’t want Christian to doubt him any more then he already did.

  Christian’s hands cupped his rear end for a moment before coming back up to the small of his back. One hand then slipped down his crack and brushed over his hole, making him clench unintentionally.

  “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you,” Christian whispered soothingly as he continued to rub the area slowly.

  Shea took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. If he had to do this to keep Christian in his life, then he had to do this. Soft lips met his for a slow languorous kiss. Christian’s finger drew lazy circles around his hole as they continued to kiss. Shea had trouble focusing on the kiss when he knew that at any moment, Christian was going to stick his finger up his ass. His heart pounded furiously, he didn’t think he was ready for this.

  “If you’re not ready, just say so. I will understand,” Christian murmured against his lips as if reading his mind.

  Shea opened his eyes at that. He needed to know if Christian was serious or not. Would he really understand? Or was he testing him? Christian’s soft brown eyes searched his.

  “Really, Shea. We’ve only been together for two weeks,” he said, sincerely.

  Shea cleared his clogged throat. “I’m not ready for that,” he rasped.

  Christian smiled slightly and slid his hand up and away from Shea’s ass.