by Faith Gibson
The gate was open when Bryan pulled into the driveway. He closed and locked it before parking the truck. He didn’t want there to be any surprise visitors interrupting their night alone. He noticed his truck wasn’t parked where he’d left it, so Andy must have gone to town. Bryan didn’t mind Andy borrowing his vehicle. He’d left him the keys for that purpose. He was curious to know where he’d gone and how he’d spent his night alone.
When he walked into the kitchen, the first thing Bryan noticed was almost all the lights in the house were off. The second thing he noticed were rose petals strewn across the floor. Bryan’s heart fluttered at the romantic gesture. He’d never been in a relationship, but more than that, he’d never had anyone care enough about him to do something so special. Bryan followed the path. Instead of it leading to his bedroom like he suspected, it led to the other side of the house. When he reached the door to Suzette’s old room, Bryan stopped and took in everything Andy had done.
Dozens of white candles lit the room, casting shadows over the walls. On the table beside the bed, a bottle of what Bryan assumed to be champagne was chilling in an ice bucket. A platter of strawberries sat next to that. But the best part of the room was the sight of Andy leaned back against the headboard wearing nothing but some skimpy underwear. Bryan’s mouth watered, ready to have a taste of what was waiting for him. Andy didn’t speak, but he did adjust his cock. Bryan clocked the movement before meeting Andy’s eyes.
Bryan took one step into the room giving himself space to remove his clothes. He untucked his T-shirt from his jeans and pulled it over his head dropping it to the floor. He took another step. Andy’s eyes were on Bryan’s chest, so he rubbed a hand across it from one nipple to the other. Andy loved to tease the little nubs, and the sensation was something that sent fire to Bryan’s dick every time. He moved his hand lower, letting it rest against the band of his jeans. As nervous as he’d been on the way home, Bryan was having a hard time not ripping his clothes off and putting his ass in the air for Andy to have his way with. Where this sexy bravado was coming from, he didn’t know until he caught the heat in Andy’s eyes. His man loved his body and had told him so every time they removed their clothes. Bryan would work hard to keep fit if it turned Andy on that much.
Working the button loose, Bryan hesitated before lowering the zipper. Andy licked his lips in anticipation, and Bryan didn’t make him wait. Hooking his thumbs beneath the denim, Bryan eased his jeans over his hips only far enough to free his dick. His cock sprang loose and hit him in the stomach, pre-come coating his skin. He’d worn his cowboy boots on purpose. Toeing off one boot then the other, Bryan bent at the waist and pushed his jeans the rest of the way off. He’d not thought about buying some skimpy piece of fabric to cover his cock, but Andy would have probably ripped it off by now if he had. Andy had the comforter fisted in both hands. Lastly, Bryan pulled his socks off and took one more step closer to where his lover waited.
Andy scooted off the bed and stood less than an arm’s length away. When he met Bryan’s eyes, he said, “Hi.”
“Hi,” Bryan whispered back. He wanted Andy. Needed to touch him. Taste him. Feel their bodies together. He took the final step that left no distance between them and placed his hands on Andy’s hips. His fingertips brushed bare skin, and Bryan figured out Andy was wearing a thong. “Fuck, Lily. That right there has me ready to blow. You know I love your ass.” Bryan moved his hands until they were holding onto Andy’s tight globes. Bryan had only gone so far as to kiss Andy’s cheeks, making sure to stay away from his hole. Until Andy gave him permission to play there, Bryan wasn’t going to risk it.
“And I love yours, B. I can’t wait to have your tight hole surrounding me. Squeezing me better than your fist does.” He put his arms around Bryan’s back and pressed their mouths together. Their tongues did a slow dance, neither one seeking dominance. Tonight was about making love, not fucking. When Andy pulled away, he asked, “Would you like a glass of champagne now or later?”
Bryan could probably use the liquid courage, but he was also afraid to drink anything until after. His stomach was already in a knot. “Everything looks wonderful, and I appreciate you going to all this trouble for me, but let’s save it until after. Right now, I want to taste you,” Bryan said against Andy’s ear. Andy shivered, and goosebumps formed on his skin. Bryan kissed Andy’s neck and shoulder. He kneaded the muscles of his ass. He drew Andy closer so his aching cock was rubbing against Andy’s erection. The silk material added an extra sensation to the friction. Andy moaned in Bryan’s ear, and Bryan kissed his way back to where the vein was pulsing in Andy’s neck. The previous mark he’d put on his lover had faded, and Bryan decided it was time to rectify the situation.
With their lower bodies melded together, dicks rubbing back and forth, Bryan sucked on Andy’s neck, pulling the blood to the surface, once again marking his man. Andy waited until Bryan dragged his mouth away before he put his hands on Bryan’s hips, halting their movements.
“I need you, Bryan. I need to be one with you, but you have to promise me you want this, too.”
“I promise,” Bryan vowed. “I’m ready, Baby. Make love to me.” He was scared shitless, but he was ready to give himself over to Andy. Let Andy mark Bryan in a different way.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Andy
Andy wanted their first time to be special, and Bryan said he appreciated the champagne and berries. He wasn’t sure if Bryan would want the opportunity to ease into things before they made love for the first time, so Andy gave him the option. When Bryan opted to forgo the refreshments, Andy was glad. Nervous, but glad. This had to be scary for Bryan. He’d never had sex with a man, much less be on bottom for his first time. Andy was going to do his best to make it pleasurable for both of them.
“How do you want me?” Bryan asked.
“I’d love to have you on your back so I can see your face, but on your knees might be easier on you the first time. Your choice.” Andy didn’t know that for a fact because he’d only ever been fucked from behind.
Bryan crawled to the middle of the bed and remained on his hands and knees. Andy had already placed the lube and condom on the foot of the bed, so he climbed on and situated himself between Bryan’s legs. “Spread your legs for me, B.” Andy smoothed his hand over Bryan’s shoulders, caressing the ink. He traced a path over Bryan’s spine until he got to his ass. Andy rubbed both cheeks, getting Bryan used to having attention close to his hole. He allowed his thumbs to dip in the crease, getting near his pucker. When Bryan’s arms began to tremble, Andy pushed on his upper back. “You can relax onto your chest if you want.”
Andy knew Bryan was a strong man, but under the circumstances, Andy’s arms would probably be ready to give out as well. When Bryan was situated with his head resting on a pillow, Andy resumed getting Bryan ready. Other than what he’d read about online, he honestly had no idea what he was doing. He’d never had anyone get him ready to have sex other than slap some lube over his hole before they pushed their way in. Andy was doing what he would want done if their positions were reversed. The closer he got to Bryan’s hole, the more he desired to lick it. Andy had never rimmed anyone or had it done to him, but he wanted everything with his man.
“Your hole looks delicious, B. It’s so tight and pink. I want so bad to lick it. I want to taste you there. Is that weird?”
“Fuck, no. It’s… No, it’s not weird,” Bryan said, breathing harder.
Andy decided to save that for another time. Right now, he wanted to bury his cock deep in his lover’s ass. He wanted them to be connected in the most perfect way. Wanted them to become one. Reaching behind him for the bottle of lube, he explained, “This is gonna be cold, but I’m going to warm you up quickly. I need to get you ready for me, B. Is that still what you want?”
“Yes, Baby. I want it. I want you,” Bryan assured him. Andy didn’t miss the fact that Bryan was stroking his cock.
Andy poured a generous amount of lube on his finger
s. He tested Bryan’s hole with the tip of one, circling the entrance and letting Bryan get used to it. When Bryan pushed back, Andy slid the digit in up to his first knuckle. He slid it in and out, deeper each time. He added a second and continued working Bryan’s hole open a little at a time. Bryan began thrusting against his hand. “That feels… more, Andy. I want more.”
Andy added more lube. It was probably overkill, but since he’d never had enough when Patrick fucked him, he was going to make sure he used plenty. It was a tight fit when he added another finger, but he continued until Bryan was loose. Feeling adventurous, Andy twisted his hand and searched for Bryan’s prostate. He knew the second he found it, because Bryan jerked, moaning. “Holy fuck, what did you do?”
“I found your prostate. Did you like that?”
“God, yes. You can do that all day long. Well, not all day, because that was… intense.” His breathing was erratic, but Andy figured that was a good thing.
Andy ran his free hand over Bryan’s back as he continued getting Bryan good and stretched. Andy was more than ready. His cock was pulsing and the tip was leaking. He was waiting on Bryan to tell him he was ready.
“Andy, I need you. I’m never going to be more ready than I am right now.”
Andy removed his fingers and found the condom. He was clean. He’d not had sex in over eight years, but he wasn’t going to breech Bryan without a condom. Not until they talked it over. He rolled the latex over his cock and took a deep breath. He coated the sheath with lube and scooted on his knees as close as he could get and still have room to move his cock over Bryan’s hole. Andy teased the ready pucker, rubbing up and down. Andy placed the tip at Bryan’s entrance and began pushing.
Bryan tensed but didn’t say anything. “Take a deep breath, exhale, and push against me.” Andy had read up on how to have sex without hurting someone. He continued rubbing his free hand over Bryan’s lower back, hoping to soothe his nerves. When Bryan pushed back against him, Andy eased his cock in a little more. “Fuck, B, you are so goddamn tight. I think I’m going to nut before I get all the way in.” Andy squeezed the base of his dick to keep from ruining their first time.
“Just do it, Babe. It’s going to hurt, but I can take it.”
Andy didn’t want it to hurt. “I don’t think…” Bryan pushed back, impaling himself on Andy. “Shit, B!”
“It’s fine, just give me a second.” Bryan’s breathing was heavy. His fists were gripping the bedding. “Ok, yeah. That’s good. Now, move, Baby. Please.”
Andy prayed Bryan wasn’t lying just so Andy could enjoy himself. He eased out, leaving the tip inside, and slowly inched his way back inside. God, it felt so much better than he imagined it would. “Feel’s good, B. Better than good. It’s… perfect.” Andy never wanted to be anywhere else than where he was at that moment. Moving his hips a little faster with each thrust, Andy asked, “You okay?”
“Fuck yeah. I feel full, but god, Babe, this is… like you said, perfect.” Andy leaned over Bryan’s back and kissed him several times on his shoulders. Bryan reached one hand around and grabbed hold of the back of Andy’s thigh. “Come on, Lily. Let me see what you got,” Bryan taunted. Andy didn’t want to hurt him, but he wouldn’t mind moving faster. He had both hands on Bryan’s hips and pulled back as his hips thrust forward. Bryan wasn’t making any sounds, and Andy didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. Andy filled the silent house with his grunts and the sound of his skin slapping Bryan’s.
“I can’t hold out, B.” Andy had held his orgasm off as long as possible, giving Bryan time to come with him. “I want you to come with me.” Andy leaned over and grabbed hold of Bryan’s cock to jack him off. Bryan’s limp cock.
“What…?”
“Don’t stop, Andy.”
“What’s wrong?” Andy asked, his hips faltering at the thought of Bryan not enjoying what they were doing.
“Don’t you fucking stop!” Bryan growled and thrust his hips back, encouraging Andy to finish.
Andy’s throat threatened to close up, and he grunted through his release. Tears pricked the backs of his eyes. He squeezed them tightly as he caught his breath. Andy grabbed the edge of the condom and pulled out of what had started off as heaven. “Oh, god, B,” he choked out.
Bryan flipped over and immediately pulled Andy into his arms. “Hey, shhh. It’s okay. Everything is fine.” Bryan kissed his neck and shoulder. When his lips met Andy’s wet face, he placed his hands on Andy’s cheeks. “Babe, what is it? Did I do something wrong?” Now Bryan’s eyes were misty.
Andy shook his head, but a sob caught in his throat, keeping him from speaking. It was supposed to be perfect. Bryan pulled the condom off Andy’s limp cock and tossed it in the garbage can. “Come here,” he said, pulling Andy down on top of him. With one arm around his back and the other on his face, Bryan did his best to soothe Andy.
“Babe, please, tell me what’s wrong.”
Andy couldn’t look at Bryan. “I wanted it to be perfect.”
“I’m sorry I ruined it,” Bryan whispered.
Andy jerked his head up. “You? You didn’t ruin it. I did.”
“How did you ruin anything? That was so much better than I imagined. I was scared at first, but then you hit my prostate, and I couldn’t hold back.”
“You mean you – ”
“Shot my load before you even got your dick anywhere near me? Yeah. If you want proof, I’m laying in it.”
“I thought… Oh, Bryan, I thought you didn’t enjoy it.” Andy dropped his head to Bryan’s chest and laughed. It wasn’t really funny, but he couldn’t help it.
“I wanted to come with you, but I gotta tell you, that prostate thing is something else. You kept hitting it with your dick, but I guess I needed more recovery time.” Bryan shrugged one shoulder. “So, other than worrying about me, how was it for you? Was it as good as you hoped?”
“Better. God, B. Being inside you is pure heaven. You fit so tight around my dick, squeezing it in a way our hands can’t. It’s like you were made just for me.”
“Kiss me, Andy.”
Andy rose up and kissed his man. Bryan rolled them over and settled between Andy’s legs. “I was made for you.” Bryan peppered kisses all along Andy’s cheeks, down his chin, on his neck. He pulled back and touched the mark he’d made earlier. “This means you’re mine, Andy Holcomb. You get that?”
“Yeah, I get it.” And he did. Andy never felt as wanted or loved as he did when he was with Bryan.
“Let’s open the champagne. I’d like to make a toast. We’ll sample the strawberries, and then, we’re going to do it all over again. Only this time, you’re going to keep your fingers away from my sweet spot so we can come together. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Bryan rolled off Andy, propped the pillows against the headboard, and scooted back against them. Andy poured them both a glass of champagne and put the berries on the bed where they could reach them. Settling in next to his man, Andy waited to hear what Bryan had to say. Bryan laced their free hands together and kissed Andy’s knuckles.
“I never thought I would have what other people have. When my father got sent away, I knew then my life would be different. I never expected to find someone and fall in love. I never expected to fall in love with a man. But I have, and I realized that part doesn’t matter. You and I are what matter. I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know I want to face it all with you by my side. Like I told you before, the only thing I have to offer is my love. I will love you until the day I die. I will stand by you through thick and thin. I’ll support you no matter what choices you make, as long as you allow me to be part of your life when you’re making them. If you want to find another job and move, if you want to live here and help raise cattle, if you want to pursue a business degree and take over management of the farm, or if you and Cade decide to form a band and tour the world –whatever you decide, I want to be there with you.
“Here’s to a life together.” Bryan held h
is glass up, and Andy touched his to it. They sipped the bubbly liquid, and Bryan licked his top lip. “That shit’s good,” he raved.
Andy laughed at his expression, but he should have already realized Bryan might not have had a reason to celebrate in the past. Andy had been allowed to drink champagne at his parents’ parties, but he couldn’t remember one thing they’d celebrated that was more important than him and Bryan. “I love you, Bryan Moore. I want everything you mentioned, but I want something else. You said you’d love me ‘til you die, and that sounds like you’re willing to make a commitment to me. I’m not asking for this now, but one day in the future, I’d really like to become Andy Moore.”
Bryan blinked several times, his mouth hanging open. “You want to marry me?”
“Of course I do. That’s what loving someone until death should be about. Right?”
“Sure, but wouldn’t you rather I take your last name?”
Andy shook his head. “No. I haven’t been a Holcomb for over eight years. Your family is about love and acceptance, and I want to be part of that family.”
Bryan kissed Andy, smiling. “Andrew Theodore Moore does have a nice ring to it.”
Andy set his glass down and picked up a strawberry. “I just realized I don’t know your middle name. Why is that?”
“You’ve never asked.”
“Well?” Andy asked, holding the berry out for Bryan to take a bite. He did, and the juice ran down his chin. Andy leaned over and licked at Bryan’s jaw, tasting both the sweet of the fruit and the salt of his man.
