by K-lee Klein
“And that’s your gift to yourself?” JT bent his knees to tap his nose against Brett’s. Brett lifted his head enough for his lips to be claimed in a tender kiss. “Do you always give yourself presents?”
“Nope, but if it means I’ll get lucky, I’ll do it more often.” He winked at JT. “I am getting lucky, right?”
“I can guarantee you’re going to be a very lucky man.”
“Already am.” Brett’s eyes twinkled with moisture and mischief. “Race you to the house?”
“I’ll give you a head start, old man.”
“Why, you little….”
JT suddenly found himself on his knees, mud splattering his jeans and squishing through the fingers of one hand. Brett still held tight to the other one, his little trick of kicking JT’s feet out from beneath him not quite as effective since he supported part of his weight before he hit the ground.
Then he was gone in a bluster of little-boy giggles and squelching boots. JT cursed as he pushed himself to his feet. Brett was going to pay. He was going to pay with his little white ass, or better yet, he’d pay by using JT’s ass like he’d been planning all day.
JT SLIPPED and slid his way to the house. The lights already burned bright inside, and the lit porch was helpful in guiding him as he swore at Brett all the way through the door. He was immediately grabbed and manhandled, his back slammed hard against the wall, Brett’s lips devouring his with heat and passion. He growled into Brett’s mouth, his bruised ego encouraging him to pull away, but his hunger telling him to give as much as he was getting.
He switched their positions, using his height and the stability of the wall to power Brett to his own former position. Forcing his tongue between the seam of Brett’s lips, JT automatically ground his hips against his cowboy, the firm stroke of his tongue swallowing Brett’s groan.
Brett’s fingers crept under his layered shirts, sending prickles of heat over his belly and straight south to his dick. In a burst of panting breaths, JT drew away, yanking Brett’s head back by a handful of wet hair.
“Jesus, let me take this wet shit off. Where’s Whizzy?”
Brett tugged himself free, his breath hot and sizzling against JT’s damp skin. “Gave him a bone of his own to chew on, and I believe we already established that I like you wet.”
“Bastard.”
“Doesn’t this seem kinda déjà vu-like?”
Brett shoved his cold nose into the hollow of JT’s throat, lapping and sucking while JT tried to simply stay vertical, for now. He gripped Brett’s hair again. “Making out in the dining room?”
“And you complain about me not being romantic?” Brett clucked his tongue, then snickered as JT released his hair, taking the opportunity to lap a stripe along his bristly jaw. “We did have our first kiss here.”
“We did?” JT’s thoughts sloshed inside his head, seemingly all the blood in his body pooling in his groin, making his dick pulse with need but his brain rapidly shutting down for the count. “Actually you’re wrong.”
“Now just hold on. You know that never happens.”
With his free hand, JT smacked Brett on the ass. “You kissed me outside, then ran like a scared little girl.”
“Now who’s the bastard?” Brett snorted as he stole another kiss. His hands roamed low, fingertips dragging up the front of JT’s thighs, pausing to press along the seam of his crotch, then sliding back down.
“The song was… I don’t have the words.” Heat stained JT’s cheeks—irrational, ridiculous, and completely inappropriate since he was currently rubbing his rigid cock against the man who made him blush like a horny teenager. “I love you,” he finally whispered when Brett started fidgeting with the buckle of his jeans. “Now fuck me before Valentine’s Day is over.”
Brett’s reaction was nothing but pure amusement… for JT. He whipped his head up, mouth hanging open, eyes wide but darkened with lust. “Been a while since we’ve done that. I’m not arguing, but if you’d rather have my ass—”
“Would you just shut up for a while? This is what I’ve wanted all day.”
“Well, okay then.” Brett straightened to his full height, bumping his thigh against JT’s. “I just thought you preferred, you know, fucking me.”
JT splayed a hand over Brett’s chest, sliding his fingers between the buttons and thumbing the first one open. “I prefer any way as long as it’s with you. But tonight, I want you inside me.”
Brett agreed with a wide-eyed nod. He licked his bottom lip, moving his hands to frame JT’s face as he rose up to press their mouths together. “I love you.” His words were shaky, but his smile was genuine.
“Can you do something else for me too?”
“’Course.”
“I want you to call it making love because I know you hate when I say fucking.”
Was that a tinge of blush in Brett’s cheeks? “Wasn’t sure the other way was comfortable to you. Just a difference of wording I suppose.”
“Try again.”
A sweet smile danced over Brett’s lips, but his gaze was pure lust, hungry, wanting. “Okay. You got me there. If I didn’t love you, I’d fuck you, but since I do—love you I mean—I’d rather make love to you. That all right?”
“As long as it’s right now.”
“Anxious little colt, ain’t ya? Wanna go upstairs, then?”
JT fisted Brett’s shirt, pulling hard as the buttons ripped and he finally had bare skin to consume. He bent to do just that, Brett’s salty flavor making him helpless to fight the whimper rising in his throat. “Right here.”
“That was a new shirt.” Brett snickered into JT’s hair, tilting his head to the side to give him more room to nip and suck. “Step back, Darlin’.”
JT ignored him, tasting the entirety of Brett’s jaw before moving lower to lap at a nipple.
“Step back,” Brett repeated, his tone stronger and ripe with authority. JT hesitated but lifted his head. He met Brett’s darkened gaze, one foot sliding behind the other as he curiously obeyed. “You’ve got me too wound up. Nothing good’s gonna come of what you’re doing, pardon the pun.”
“I like the sound of that, making you come in your pants on this auspicious occasion.” He kissed Brett with a soft determination, knocking his head against the wall but quickly pulling away. “How about you get your pants off and I’ll grab the supplies?”
“Mmm-hmm. Sure you don’t want to hit the bedroom?”
“I’m sure. Déjà vu, remember?”
“We didn’t get this far then though.”
“But we should have. Is there still lube and condoms in the office?”
“Silly question, kid.”
“Get your pants off, cowboy.”
Brett had his boots and jeans off by the time JT hustled back. He stood barefoot in a puddle of more drying mud than rainwater now, hard cock curling deliciously toward his belly and a mischievous smirk on his face. JT was positive he’d never wanted him more. He tossed the condom in Brett’s general direction as he reached down to tug off his boots. Brett’s hand stilled his movements.
“Let me,” he said, taking the tube from between JT’s fingers. “Back to the wall… now.”
JT was suddenly worried he’d do exactly as Brett feared—come in his own freaking pants. He took his position, gasping quietly when Brett ghosted a hand down his chest, trailing down his belly before stopping to stroke him through the damp denim. He kissed JT, nibbling, sucking, licking on his bottom lip. Then he was on his knees, moving faster than JT ever recalled, fingertips slowly tracing the inseam of JT’s pants as he breathed heavy, hot, against the bulge in his crotch.
One boot came off quickly, the other following close behind as JT lifted his feet in compliance. Brett’s mouth stayed glued to his crotch, his lips suckling at the damp material, tongue riding the hard ridges of his erection. Once the boots were gone, Brett immediately cupped JT’s ass. He pressed his face against the juncture of hip and thigh, rubbing his nose—snuffling—from one side to t
he other just beneath the bottom of JT’s zipper.
“Fuck…. Brett.”
Brett peered hungrily up at him while he tugged off JT’s socks. He tossed them to the side, scraping his teeth over JT’s clothed dick, back and forth, up and down. JT could do nothing but gasp and moan, his hands splayed flat against the wall on each side of his quivering body. Brett moved away long enough to snap open JT’s pants, dipping his fingers in the waistband before hauling them down without hesitation.
Straightaway, his dick was engulfed in wet heat, Brett’s tongue going to work, tugging and fingering JT’s balls just the way he liked. It was almost sensation overload when a hand slipped under his button-up and T-shirt, Brett’s callused fingers finding and pinching his nipple. JT flinched, his hips bucking, skin crawling with need.
“My ass—for Christ’s sake finger me.”
JT barely recognized the desperation in his own lust-lowered voice, but Brett sucked harder instead, moving his hands to stretch flat over JT’s taut thighs, pressing him more firmly against the wall. His tongue manipulated JT’s cock—his shaft, his tip, the underside—like magic, taking him deep, then pulling back until the head was cradled between his lips. When he slid a hand to cup his balls again, JT shuddered.
“Brett… fuck!” He fisted Brett’s hair, twining and twisting until his saliva-sopped dick fell from between Brett’s lips.
A few well-placed licks and nips, then Brett was peering up at him. He squinted blue eyes almost black with uncontained desire, gently shaking his head until the grip on his hair was more relaxed. JT’s breath hitched with anticipation when Brett slid two fingers into his own mouth, tonguing, wetting, sucking. He needed Brett’s mouth back on him, needed his fingers deep inside his body, but first he wanted to devour his lips. Brett seemed to read his mind when he surged up, his mouth crushing JT’s in a flurry of teeth, tongue, and bitter precum.
One of Brett’s hands threaded through JT’s hair as he pressed his wet fingers against the corner of their joined mouths. JT sucked them in, his eyes closing when his tongue met Brett’s and they laved the digits together. Brett deepened the kiss after he plucked his fingers away, pressing flush against JT’s torso as those spit-slickened tips teased at the crack of his ass.
Brett pulled back to look into JT’s eyes, rubbing his hole in small circles before pushing slowly inside. JT held his gaze, flexing the muscles in his butt until Brett’s finger breached him completely. They breathed together, Brett brushing his nose to JT’s, back and forth, until JT nodded that he was ready.
One tender kiss, then Brett slid his lips over JT’s jaw, dragging his teeth over the pressure point before biting gently into the curve where shoulder met neck. He slipped the first finger out, pushing back in with two, thrusting slowly in and out of JT’s body, hooking his prostate with every deep stroke.
Then Brett was back on his knees with JT’s shaft in his mouth, thrusting into his body with increasingly harder pressure. He twisted his fingers, easing off just a little as he coddled JT for a few moments too long, his pace slow and languid—too careful, too damn gentlemanly.
“Jesus. Another. Dammit, Brett. I need—”
One more finger had JT writhing and squirming, but once he’d become accustomed, all he felt was sweet pleasure entrusted in Brett’s capable hands. He rode the sensations for a few more minutes, groaning when Brett pulled off his cock to lick and suck at his balls.
“Enough, baby. Please. Fu—make love to me now,” he pleaded without hesitation. “Please.”
Rising to his feet again, Brett pressed a tender kiss to JT’s lips. JT moaned into his mouth as he reached down to grasp Brett’s dick. He thumbed over the sticky tip, his lust shooting up the charts when he felt how far gone Brett already was.
“Where’s the condom?” he hissed, easing back from the kiss.
Brett reached down to grab the latex and lube from the floor. “You get yourself the rest of the way there while I wrap up, all right?”
JT didn’t have to be asked twice. He took the tube from Brett’s hand, then yanked off his jacket and shirts. He was slick and ready by the time Brett rolled on the condom. He squirted more lube in his hand, stroking over Brett’s gloved shaft and leaning in to kiss him again.
“How do you want me?”
Brett growled his reply, the gravelly sound vibrating down JT’s body, through his dick, and straight into his ass. “Turn around… legs wide. Lean over, elbows on the wall, ass out. Gonna make you happy.”
“Please.”
As he nudged his slick cockhead against JT’s hole, Brett leaned in to suck and bite at his neck. JT pushed his hips back, and Brett finally sank home. A full-body shudder sizzled through JT, a whimper rolling from his throat when Brett bottomed out. Brett stilled, hands gripping JT’s hips, the stubble on his jaw chafing a trail over JT’s spine. When JT nodded, Brett pulled back, then pushed in again, a muted groan quivering against his bare skin. JT manhandled his own shaft, his forehead forced hard against the wall to give him more balance.
Brett drew back until the crown stretched only the first ring of muscle, then plunged in again. JT hissed between clenched teeth as Brett started a rhythm, driving into him slowly but deeply, his balls slapping against JT’s ass. He snaked an arm under JT’s chest, tugging at him until his back arched, and their lips met in a heaving kiss.
“Love—Jesus Christ, I love you,” Brett panted into JT’s mouth, the pace of his thrusts increasing, becoming uncoordinated and sloppy.
JT’s climax edged closer, and he pulled hard on his dick—fisting it and begging for release. He leaned his forehead against the wall again when Brett’s hand wrapped around his, and he sucked and licked across JT’s neck and shoulder. JT tugged his hand from Brett’s, splayed both wide on the wall again. His fingertips glowed white against the beige, forced so hard into the paint, he wouldn’t have been surprised if he left indents with the sheer pressure of his passion.
Brett traced the skin at the top of JT’s spine with the tip of his tongue, rocking harder, deeper into JT’s body. JT moaned aloud, his balls drawing up, a grenade of fire exploding in his gut, heat searing him from the inside out… and then he was coming. For a moment he couldn’t breathe, and he thumped his head against the wall when his back bowed and his mind flashed white. His release splattered the wall as his cock pulsed and thrummed.
The muscles of his ass clamped down on Brett’s cock, and his cowboy’s orgasm rolled closer. Brett bucked forward, gripping JT’s hips, his thrusts losing their rhythm, getting messy and quick. One last deep ram into JT’s ass and Brett grunted out his climax, his body convulsing and spasming against JT’s back. JT canted his hips, encouraging Brett to use him, to shudder out his aftershocks while he arched to kiss him again.
After minutes of pure pleasure and sweet agony, Brett slowed, his body becoming hot and heavy against JT. “I gotta sit down, Darlin’, or I can’t promise I won’t fall on my ass in a very ungentlemanly mess in the mud.”
“Let’s go upstairs.” JT rested his head on the wall again, all his energy depleted as his cum slid disgustingly down the paint. “We could really use a shower.”
“After I sit for a spell. Not as young as I used to be.”
With a strangled chuckle, JT flattened both hands against the wall. “All right. On three?”
“Fuck no. I’m going now.”
Then Brett was on the floor, dragging a gasping JT right along with him, his softening dick sliding from JT’s ass. He pulled the condom off, hesitating for a moment as he peered around him until he finally tossed it on top of his socks.
“That’s really gross,” JT teased from his sprawled position in Brett’s lap. His breath was evening out, but his head spun with the aftereffects of being fucked good and hard. “And you’re going to make me clean it up tomorrow, aren’t you?”
“Damn straight.” Brett laughed before laying a kiss on the side of his mouth. “You tell me the last time I made you do anything? Go on.”
&
nbsp; JT didn’t hesitate. “You sent me on a date with Ray.” He supposed he could add “but you definitely just made up for it.” Brett had never ridden him so hard, and just thinking about it got JT excited all over again.
Brett groaned into JT’s hair. “That’s gonna follow me around for a while, ain’t it? Changing the subject a little, can I ask you a question while we sit here in a goddamn mess of mud and spunk?”
“And you say I’m the unromantic one? You’re not going to put that in a song, are you?” Brett’s groan was answer enough. There was hesitation this time, JT’s mind searching for what exactly the soft and polite change in Brett’s tone meant. “Go ahead… I think.”
“Don’t be scared. It’s just something my mama mentioned, and I’m wanting to get your take on it.”
“Can we shower first?”
“Nope. You know how I call you Darlin’?”
JT nodded. So far so good.
“Does it bother you any? Because I know you read my letters—now, now, don’t be getting all riled up. This isn’t about that. Mama said you might be a little, I dunno, offended that I use that name on you when I used to say the same to Walt.”
JT thought quietly for a moment as Brett’s strong arms wound around him to keep the chill away. He tipped his head back to rest on Brett’s chin. “Um… no. I used to think it was more about Walt. I like it, but I wonder if it’s something you mean to do or if it’s just a habit.”
“I guess you could call it a habit, but not in the way you think. You know how when you’re young and get all embarrassed by your mama when she loves on ya in public?”
“No, can’t say that I do.”
Brett pressed a lingering kiss to JT’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I know better than to ask something like that.”
“It’s all right. Go on.” JT smirked at Brett’s damn gentlemanly consideration, but he couldn’t imagine him any other way.
“All right. Well, my mama was a little, mmm… overbearing when I was growing up.” Now that was a damn funny understatement if JT had ever heard one. He opened his mouth to make some smartass comment, but Brett soldiered on. “And it got to the point when I was heading into my teenage years that I said enough is enough, woman.”
