by Faith Gibson
When he passed by the table, Mal gave him a smirk. Andy smiled, but he didn’t look at Bryan. That would have also been too cruel. Andy pushed open the door to the restroom and stepped up to the trough with a couple of other men. When his dick was soft enough to get it out of his jeans without being painful, Andy took a leak, making sure to keep his eyes on his own dick. The bathroom door opened, and his dance partner stepped inside. He leaned against the wall waiting for Andy to finish his business. Andy grinned, but didn’t speak, escorting the man out into the hallway. “I’m Stefano. What’s your name?” Stefano? Andy doubted that was the kid’s real name. Probably something boring like Steve.
“I don’t think we should exchange names. I only wanted to dance tonight, not hook-up with anyone.”
“You sure could have fooled me the way you rubbed your fat cock all over my ass,” Stefano purred, running his finger down Andy’s chest. He kept going lower, but Andy grabbed his hand before the guy could grab his dick.
“You’re a hot guy, what can I say? You sure did turn me on, Stefano.” There was no need in making the guy feel like shit just because Andy had used him.
“Then let me blow you. I can suck a baseball through a tailpipe.”
Andy laughed. “I’m sure you can. Maybe next time?”
Stefano pouted then smiled. “If you promise there’ll be a next time.”
Andy hated lying almost as much as cheating, but for the sake of his mission, he made an exception. “There’ll be a next time.” Stefano smiled and returned to the bathroom, leaving Andy to walk back to the table alone. He put on his best “I just got blown” smile and yelled, “I can die happy now.” Bryan and Mal still had beer, and Andy wasn’t going to rush them.
Bryan wouldn’t look at him, but Mal joked, “You ready to go find something to eat besides Twinkies?”
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
Chapter Twenty
Bryan
When Bryan got the message that Andy only wanted to be friends, he figured he didn’t have anything to lose by calling Addison and asking her out. When he picked her up, her mother was working in the yard. Yep, she lived with her parents. There was nothing wrong with that, but if they were going to see each other, they would have to get creative in being alone. The first date, however, didn’t go exactly as Bryan planned.
Once Addison was in the truck, she asked if they could go to a restaurant in the next town over. Bryan didn’t think too much about it since Franklin was larger than Arlo and had more places to choose from. He tried to hold her hand as they were walking inside, but she pulled away. He chalked that up to her being shy. When they were seated and she started asking questions about Andy, he began seeing the truth of why she’d agreed to the date. She didn’t want Bryan; she’d only agreed to go out with him so she could get the scoop on his best friend. It had pissed him off so much, he threw Andy under the bus and told Addison Andy was gay. That conversation hadn’t gone well, either.
“So, the guy you were with at the bank… Andy?”
“What about him?”
“Well, it just surprised me when you called instead of him.”
“Did he not tell you he was getting your number for me?”
“Yeah, but I thought he was being shy.” Addison’s whole demeanor changed when she mentioned Andy. He knew he shouldn’t, but he told Addison the truth.
“He’s not shy; he’s gay.”
“But wasn’t he a soldier, too?”
“No, he’s a Marine.”
“He’s still enlisted?”
“No, but once a Marine, always a Marine.”
“But he’s so big and muscular.”
Bryan was getting pissed. “You think gay men have to be what? Small? Feminine? Weak? Let me tell you something about being gay. It takes a strong man or woman to be true to their nature. There are too many bigots in the world putting people down just because they don’t fit what society sees as normal. Gay people who are out and proud are some of the most courageous people there are.”
“I didn’t mean… Never mind. I can see I hit a sore spot with you. It’s just unusual to see a gay man somewhere like Arlo.”
The date had gone downhill afterwards. He drove her home and walked her to the door, not bothering to thank her for a nice evening. Bryan did his best not to tell lies. When he arrived at the farm, Andy was waiting for him. Bryan hadn’t been in the mood to talk about his failed date or to tell Andy he was the one Addison had been interested in, so he mumbled hello and kept going to his bedroom. It was still early for a Saturday night, but Bryan preferred hiding out the rest of the night instead of facing Andy.
Things after that were strained. Mal was being a complete ass. Andy was acting like there had never been any sexual tension between the two of them. He even went as far as telling Mal he preferred twinks over someone like Bryan. His friend’s message was loud and fucking clear, so Bryan did the only thing he could think of to counter Andy’s declaration. He went on another date. At least that’s what he told Andy. In truth, Bryan rode around the back roads listening to the radio until he decided to find another way to expel his pent-up aggression. He found the local gym, and even though he preferred to work out at the farm, he decided to at least check the place out. Once he got inside, Bryan turned around and left. The good old boys of Arlo had made it clear his kind wasn’t welcomed.
Bryan got back in his truck and drove to Franklin. Being quite a bit larger than Arlo, he found a sporting goods store and bought a basic weight set he could put in the barn. When he got back, Andy looked at him funny but didn’t mention anything about his date. Instead, he helped Bryan get the weights out of the truck and set them up in an empty stall. The one good thing about Mal being in a shitty mood because of Cade was that Andy and Bryan split the duties on the farm. They still had breakfast together most mornings, but after that they went their separate ways. Andy was back to his jovial self, and Bryan had retreated into his quiet.
Bryan also installed a bar over the door where he could do pull-ups. He spent as much spare time working out as he could, getting his body back to where it had been when he arrived on the farm. All the home-cooked meals had softened him up a bit. Working out also wore him out, and he didn’t have the energy for nightly jerkoff sessions.
When Cole and Toby arrived, everything but the threat to Mal’s life was all but forgotten. With that threat cloaking the farm, everyone’s priorities changed. Bryan was happy to have something else to focus on other than Andy or Addison. On the day of Dwight’s parole hearing, Cole and Toby left early to accompany Cade’s uncle to the prison. Mal’s father agreed the amount of money being offered was worth more than finding his son and finishing the job he started ten years before. Toby and his sniper rifle might have added to the incentive.
Mal and his mother were safe. Mal still wasn’t convinced he should let Cade back into his life, but Bryan could see his boss softening each time Bryan mentioned Cade’s name. Bryan might not have someone in his life to love, but he wanted Mal and Cade together. He knew Cade was about ready to give up on Mal, and Bryan needed to help push them in the right direction. When Andy suggested they go to Primus to celebrate, Bryan had been furious. Being around other gay men was the last thing Mal needed, but when Mal agreed to going, Bryan went along with the plan.
When they arrived at Primus, Mal didn’t seem interested in being there, so Bryan took it as a good sign. When the same man hit on Mal three times, Bryan lost his cool. He point-blank asked Mal if he had broken up with Cade, and Mal said he hadn’t. Bryan was still hopeful, at least for his boss. When Andy all but fucked a twink on the dance floor, Bryan almost lost his grip on his jealousy. Knowing Andy didn’t want him was one thing, but seeing him blatantly rub it in his face was something else. And when he took the twink to the back for a blowjob? Bryan was ready to kill someone, namely a kid who probably never shaved a day in his life.
Afterwards, they left the club and went in search of something to eat. When neither Bryan nor
Andy would make a decision, Mal chose Hooters. It was the safest place for two gay guys to go, and Bryan figured Mal had done it for his benefit. None of them enjoyed their supper if the amount of food left on their plates was any indication.
When Mal got up to go to the bathroom, Bryan lit into Andy. “What the fuck was that back there at the club? I thought you were on Mal and Cade’s side! Why would you try to get Mal to cheat on Cade?”
Andy leaned over and narrowed his eyes. “You idiot, I wasn’t. I wanted to fucking test him. Show him he had something so much better waiting on him than some fucking piece of meat at a gay bar.”
Bryan wanted to yell back that Andy also had something better waiting. He hadn’t told Andy how he felt, so how would he know? Fuck! What if he let down his guard and Andy didn’t want to be with him? Could he handle the rejection again? Mal returned to the table, and they decided they’d all had enough excitement for one day.
The ride home was tense. Bryan was ready to jump out of the truck and take a taxi back to Arlo. Sitting next to Andy, being able to smell a strange cologne on his skin, was torture. Knowing Andy had either had his mouth on that kid’s dick or vice versa was on a constant loop in his brain. As soon as Mal parked the truck in the driveway, Bryan threw open the door and stalked into the barn. He needed to hit something. Since he didn’t have a punching bag, he did the next best thing. Bryan ripped his shirt off and began working out.
When his arms would no longer support the weight he was lifting, Bryan dropped the bar with a loud clang and stood from the bench. He was still so fucking angry. He threw his head back and yelled at the top of his lungs, fisting his hands at his sides. When he turned to make his way to the pull-up bar, he saw Andy standing at the stall doors petting both horses. Bryan’s chest was heaving, and while he should have been embarrassed that Andy saw his outburst, he was even more pissed.
“Haven’t you tormented me enough for one night?”
Andy crossed his arms over his massive chest. “How did I torment you?” Andy’s face was furious. Why the fuck was he mad?
“You all but fucked that guy on the dance floor. Then you disappeared so you could suck his dick!”
“And what business is that of yours? You’ve been going out on dates, but I’m not allowed to have one night of fun? Fuck you, Bryan.”
Bryan strode to where Andy was standing, leaving little room between them. “Addison didn’t want me. She fucking wanted you! She was so goddamn embarrassed to be seen with me, she had me take her to Franklin where I wouldn’t stick out like the mutt I am!”
Andy closed the distance and bumped Bryan with his chest. “So what? Because you didn’t get any action, I’m not allowed? I’m supposed to continue to jack off every night while I think about–”
Bryan didn’t let Andy finish. If he was thinking about someone besides Bryan, it would kill him. He grabbed Andy behind the neck and slammed their mouths together. It wasn’t soft or filled with love like Bryan dreamed it would be. It was painful when his teeth cut into the back of his lips. He didn’t give a shit. Andy grabbed Bryan’s biceps and pushed him away.
Bryan touched his lips to see if he was bleeding. His mouth wasn’t, but his heart was. Now he knew. He’d taken the chance and it backfired. Andy was fuming. When Andy’s hand came toward Bryan, he braced for Andy to hit him. Andy growled, “It’s about goddamn time.” Instead of punching him, Andy pulled Bryan forward. Andy’s kiss was forceful but much less painful than Bryan’s had been. Andy slid his tongue over Bryan’s lips, and Bryan opened for him. As soon as Andy’s tongue touched his own, Bryan thought he was going to cry. Andy was dominating his senses to the point Bryan couldn’t think. Their tongues swirled together as naturally as if they’d kissed each other hundreds of times. Andy tasted like whiskey and hot wing sauce. Bryan wanted to know what Andy tasted like every moment of the day. Coffee and biscuits. Fried chicken and sweet tea. Steak and beer. Bryan wanted to know what Andy tasted like when he came. He had tasted his own spunk out of curiosity, and now he wanted to taste his best friend’s.
Andy slid his free hand around Bryan’s back and pulled their bodies together. Andy’s erection was hard against Bryan’s, and he was afraid if they didn’t stop, he’d embarrass himself all over again.
“Andy, stop,” he begged, breaking the kiss.
“You have got to fucking be shitting me right now!”
“No, I’m not saying I don’t want this. I do. God knows I want this more than I want my next breath. I just don’t want to come in my pants again.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Andy asked, frowning.
“What’s wrong…? It’s fucking embarrassing.”
“Is that why you ran off? You were embarrassed?”
“Well, yeah.”
“God, B. I thought you freaked out because I shot jizz on your stomach.”
Bryan mentally slapped himself. He was such a fool. “No. That was hot.”
Andy’s eyes darkened, and he licked his lips. “Don’t you fucking move,” he commanded. Bryan froze in place, obeying Andy’s directive. Dominant Andy was fucking sexy. Andy took his time gazing at Bryan’s body. When his eyes landed on Bryan’s hard dick, Andy reached out and unbuttoned Bryan’s jeans before lowering the zipper, allowing his fingers to caress Bryan’s length as he did. Bryan couldn’t help the moan that escaped his throat.
“I’m not going to last if you touch me,” Bryan admitted.
“I’m counting on it.” Andy dropped to his knees, and Bryan tensed. Not because he wasn’t ready for what was going to happen next, but his mind flashed back to earlier in Primus. Andy looked up at him, and as he pulled Bryan’s jeans and briefs down his thighs, he said, “Nothing happened. Earlier tonight? I went to the bathroom alone and took a piss. I turned the guy down and came back to the table.” Andy fisted Bryan’s cock. “I was trying to make you jealous, B.” Andy slid his tongue across the leaking tip of Bryan’s throbbing head. Keeping his eyes on Bryan, he said, “I’ve wanted you since the first day we met.” He ran his tongue from the base of Bryan’s cock up the vein that stopped just below the tip. “I’ve jacked off to thoughts of this almost every night.” Andy sucked the head into his mouth, mimicking kissing him earlier. Bryan drew in a sharp breath at the sensation. “I’ve fucked myself with toys pretending it was you doing the fucking.” With that, he swallowed Bryan’s cock down as far as he could, gagging a little before pulling off.
Bryan had been on the receiving end of a couple of blowjobs. He’d enjoyed having his dick sucked, and even though the girls had been somewhat enthusiastic, they were nowhere near as skilled as Andy was. His mouth was hot and his hand firm. Andy pulled on Bryan’s balls with just enough force to be both pleasurable and painful. Bryan couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his cock sliding in and out of Andy’s mouth. That alone was enough to make him come.
Andy kept his hand stroking up and down the length while he said, “I want you to come in my mouth, B. I want to see if my imagination is anywhere close to how good you really taste.” All Bryan could do was nod. And groan. Andy took him all the way down again and began bobbing his head up and down. Bryan grabbed hold of Andy’s hair, pulling tighter than he probably should. Andy moaned around Bryan’s hard-on, so Bryan pulled again. Andy moaned again, and the vibration shot up Bryan’s dick. He had been right when he said he wasn’t going to last, but Andy’s mouth felt too good to hold back.
“Fuck, I can’t… I’m gonna…” Bryan squeezed his eyes shut as his balls tightened and he shot spirt after spirt of come into Andy’s mouth. His hands held Andy in place so he could thrust into his mouth harder. “Jesus Christ.” When the last aftershock subsided, Bryan opened his eyes. Andy was grinning and licking his lips. He had a drop of Bryan’s jizz at the corner of his mouth, and it was the hottest thing Bryan had ever seen next to Andy fucking his ass with a toy. Bryan dropped to his knees, not caring how bad it hurt. He licked the corner of Andy’s lips, tasting his own spunk. It wasn’t enough. B
ryan angled his head, eagerly sucking Andy’s tongue into his mouth so he could taste the two of them mixed together.
Bryan was so turned on, his dick was already getting hard again, and Andy had to be in pain by now. He tried to deepen the kiss, but Andy pulled back. “Was that okay?” Andy asked, his face full of worry.
“Okay? God, Lily, that was beyond amazing,” Bryan whispered. “I don’t want to think about how you got so good at it.” And he didn’t. Bryan didn’t want to know about anyone who had come before him. No pun intended.
Andy seemed to accept his answer. He leaned back in, bringing their lips together once again. This time it wasn’t as urgent or needy. It was softer. Sweeter. The kiss was filled with so much emotion that the backs of Bryan’s eyes started to burn. It had been a long time since Bryan had cried, and he didn’t want to then. This was a tender moment, and he didn’t want to ruin it with stupid tears.
“I’ve never given a blowjob before,” Andy admitted when they came up for air, his eyes imploring Bryan to believe him.
“Could’ve fooled me.” Bryan’s heart skipped a happy beat knowing he was Andy’s first. Andy would be his first blowjob. His first at a lot of things if things continued as he hoped they would. His mind was still muddled at the thought of being gay, but he decided to not worry about the label and focus on his feelings. Holding Andy, kissing him, being with his best friend intimately felt right. Andy turned him on, and Bryan wanted to go with whatever was happening with them and find out how far they could go together.
“I’ve thought about it enough, though.” Andy stood and helped Bryan to his feet. Bryan pulled his jeans up, tucking his dick in.
“Then I guess you’ll be okay with it being my first time, too.” Bryan reached for Andy’s button, but Andy pulled his hands away. “You don’t want me to?”
“Of course I do, but I think we need to talk first.”
“Okay,” Bryan agreed, even if he was scared to talk. He was still confused over his feelings for Andy and why Andy pushed him away if he truly wanted him. “Can I ask you something?”
