Pillows were stacked under his ass, lifting it off the mattress. Miles was completely focused on hearing, feeling, now that he’d lost his ability to see.
A slick finger pushed against his back entrance. “Let me in,” Brad said.
Miles pushed back, sighing when the finger popped past his ring. He’d never been a strict top, but it had been a while since he’d been fucked. Casey had been the last one and even that had been months before he’d broken up with him.
In hindsight, there had been a great deal of issues with their relationship, and Casey being a bottom only who hated to top had been one of them. Miles loved to fuck, but he loved bottoming as well. He’d rarely gotten the opportunity with Casey, one of the many signals their relationship was never as solid as he had thought it to be.
Brad rubbed his pucker with his finger, circled it a few times, before adding another one. Wordlessly he pushed, circled, scissored, and stretched. Miles bit back a moan. Everything this man did felt so delicious, setting fire to his skin and insides.
Brad pulled his fingers out and Miles let out a whimper of disappointment. Brad chuckled. “You like that, huh? No worries, I got something better.”
A slick pressure demanded to be let in, and Miles bore down. A dildo. Brad pushed slowly until it was completely in. It created a hot burning that spread from his ass to his balls, and all the way to the tip of his cock. It made him want to fuck, badly.
Again, something he hadn’t done in a while. He’d had a few one night stands since Casey, but they had been highly unsatisfactory. Most men could not appreciate a premature ejaculation—and the mere act of fucking turned him on too much to keep himself from orgasming.
“You like having something in your hole?”
He nodded. “Yeah. It makes my orgasm more intense. Especially when it…ohhh!”
Brad had pulled the dildo back, then slid it back in, aiming directly for Miles’ prostate. “Fuck, yeah, like that…”
Brad repeated the move, causing goosebumps all over Miles’ skin. “Do you prefer stopping when you come, or continuing, so your orgasms come right on top of each other?” Brad asked.
“If I can keep going, fuck straight through an orgasm, ‘cause the next one is way more intense.”
Nobody had ever asked him this kind of shit. Not even Casey. He’d merely wanted to know how Miles got off quickest, not what felt best for him.
“Can I try something?”
“Brad, my love, you can try whatever the fuck you want, as long as you…”
The dildo was yanked out of his ass, then shoved back in. Miles let out a yelp that transformed in a deep moan when Brad repeated the move. His balls buzzed with excitement, hiding flush against his body. Come on, come on, so close…
“Ooooohhhh…” The moan was so loud everyone in the house would be able to hear it, but he didn’t care. His balls contracted, then emptied as his cock spurted. The dildo was rammed right back in, causing him to emit another load onto the sheets.
He was still panting, when he felt a weight on his legs, then a hand on his dick, which was still trembling with aftershocks. The damn thing was still hard, of course. What was Brad doing? His answer came when his cock was pressing against something warm, tight, then popped in.
“Shitshitshit…whatareyoudoing? Ohmyfuckyoufeelgood,” Miles babbled. His cock speared straight into a tight, slick heat, aided by his own cum and what felt like some extra lube inside of Brad. Brad was fucking him. Holy shit, he was riding him.
His hands sought, found Brad’s hips. He was still too weak to help him lift up and sink back down, but at least he could touch him. Brad had the perfect rhythm going, fast enough to rebuild his orgasm from the ground up, but not so slow it would take forever.
“Fuck, I want to turn you over and fuck the shit out of you,” Miles groaned.
“When you’re healed, you can have my ass as long as you want to. This one is on me.”
He moved his hand toward where Brad’s cock had to be, but his hand was slapped away. “Don’t touch my dick.”
“I want you to come, too,” Miles protested.
“This isn’t about me. Do not touch me, or I walk away.”
For a second he wondered what the issue was with him touching Brad, but then his arousal got the better of him. He raised his hips as Brad moved downward, moaned with satisfaction at the increased force.
“You’re so fucking responsive. It’s like taking candy from a baby. I love it,” Brad panted.
Was it Miles’ imagination, or was Brad more free with him now that Miles couldn’t see him? Interesting.
Brad shifted slightly and the next move downward was so deep, it made Miles’ teeth rattle. “I’m close,” he warned.
Two thrusts later, he lost the battle. He shouted it out, as he came inside Brad, who sat down on him and stopped moving. A second later, he reached backward and shoved the dildo back into Miles’ ass, straight at his prostate. He was still orgasming when his balls erupted all over again, sending wave after wave of white, blinding pleasure through his body. He shuddered, winced as pain traveled through his battered body, then ground his teeth at the force of his release.
His lungs drew in a desperate breath, as his legs jerked once more. Holy fuck, he’d never, ever come that hard. He’d had what felt like two orgasms at once. “What the fuck was that?” he managed.
“You like?”
“You damn near killed me.”
Miles’ soft cock slipped out of Brad’s ass, a testament to how intense his orgasm had been. He was truly sated, and that didn’t happen very often.
“Don’t take your blindfold off yet,” Brad said. The weight from Miles’ hips disappeared, leaving him strangely lonely. He’d felt connected to Brad, even with the blindfold on. But if Brad needed him to not see him naked, for whatever reason, he’d respect that.
Seconds later, the blindfold was untied and he blinked against the sudden light. Brad leaned over him, kneeling on the bed, his boxers back on. His cock was soft, so he must have come, though Miles had no idea how or when.
“Hi,” Brad said, with that cute, shy smile.
“Hi back atcha. That was pretty intense, man. The good intense. I’ve never come so hard.”
The proud smile on Brad’s face did funny things to Miles’ insides. Why did the guy take such pride in pleasing Miles, a complete stranger? He was an enigma, this one.
“They say an anal orgasm is different from a penile one, so I wondered how it would feel for you to have them both on top of each other.”
“Really, really, really good. That’s how that felt, in case you were wondering.”
Brad grinned. “I got that impression, yeah.”
“Any chance you’d be willing to help me shower?”
5
Brad’s post-fuck exuberance vanished instantly. It had felt so good, Miles’ thick cock inside him. And that double-orgasm had wrecked Miles in the best way. The bliss on his face had been all Brad had hoped for.
Now, the man wanted to shower. Showering meant being naked. There was no way in hell Brad was stripping completely in front of Miles. He was already insecure as it was, afraid Miles would spot it even with his boxers on. Charlie had said it wasn’t visible unless you knew or really paid attention, but Brad wasn’t taking any chances. The man was an FBI agent, after all.
“It’s okay if you want to leave your boxers on,” Miles said. “You can borrow a pair of mine afterward.”
Did he know? Brad hadn’t seen him study his groin, but still. Or maybe he’d picked up on his reluctance to be naked and wanted to respect that? That seemed more likely.
“Okay,” he said. He could hardly say no. Miles needed to shower, first of all, and who else could help him? Even more, Brad wanted to take care of him, serve him. If it hadn’t been for the entirely naked requirement, he’d jump at the opportunity right away. It was still a risk, but he didn’t see any other way.
“Thank you.”
Miles was so polite,
always thanking him. He had no idea what pleasuring him meant to Brad. He didn’t need the thanks.
“I need to take off these bandages first. Noah will put new ones one later,” Miles said.
“I’ll do it.”
Brad kneeled next to Miles, helped him sit up on the bed. He swiftly unwound the bandage around his chest. There were still some blood crusts underneath, but it didn’t bother him. The incision on his belly was healing well, as far as Brad could tell. He’d only ever had the one surgery, but he’d seen his brother Blake after his and that had looked pretty similar—though Blake’s wound had been way bigger. No wonder, they’d had to cut him open entirely.
He rolled off the bed, held out both his hands so Miles could pull himself sideways. He did, but it cost him effort. Brad leaned in to help him stand up, then slung the man’s arm around his shoulders so he could take part of his weight. Step by step, they made it into the bathroom.
He helped Miles sit down on the bench in the shower. Mighty convenient that this shower was handicapped accessible. At least Miles could sit down the entire time. Brad turned on the shower, waited till the water had the right temperature, then handed Miles the shower head. “Here, hold it on yourself. I’ll wash your hair.”
They barely spoke as Brad shampooed his hair, then helped him rinse it. He’d found washcloths in a bathroom cabinet, had taken one. The shower gel smelled fresh, ocean-scented. He squeezed out a healthy amount and started washing Miles from his neck down.
Miles groaned, not unlike he did when Brad was pleasuring him. “Feels good?” Brad asked.
“You have no idea.”
By the time he’d rinsed Miles, the guy was looking mighty pale again. Time to rest, Brad reckoned. He toweled him off, noting with deep satisfaction that Miles’ cock stayed soft. He’d worn him out for now, which according to his information was no small feat.
He helped him back to the bedroom, still half wet himself and wearing soggy boxers. They were not coming off, though. Not in front of Miles, anyway. He quickly helped him into a pair of soft pajama bottoms.
“There’s boxers of mine in the drawer,” Miles said. “Feel free to grab a pair.”
Brad did, closing the bathroom door behind him as he dried himself off completely and put the boxers on. They were a little wide on him, but he preferred that. He always bought his underwear at least a size bigger so it would conceal more.
Miles’ eyes were closed when he stepped back in. Must have fallen asleep again. Brad got dressed quickly, making as little noise as he could.
“You can sleep here tonight, if you want,” Miles suddenly said.
Brad turned around, startled. “Oh. Erm, thank you, but no. I wanna hang out with Charlie, and I have to work tomorrow.”
Miles opened one eye. “Yeah, so? You can come back after spending time with Charlie and get up early. I don’t mind.”
Brad put his jacket on, grabbed his backpack. “I do mind.” He sighed. Better make this crystal clear. “This is sex, Miles, nothing more.”
Miles opened his other eye as well, leaned halfway on his side to make eye contact. “It could be more, maybe. I like you.”
Brad scoffed. “You like that I can satisfy you sexually, that’s all. You don’t know me at all.”
“Maybe I want to get to know you.”
Brad walked out. With the door knob in his hand, he looked over his shoulder. “I don’t want you to get to know me. I want to make you come, but that’s all you’re gonna get from me. Get some rest.”
* * *
Miles woke up groggy, unsure of where he was for a second. He blinked, turned his head to investigate the noise that had woke him up. Brad was sitting on a chair across from him, tying his shoes. Max was right next to him, observing him, it seemed.
Right, he was in Indy’s guest room.
“Hi,” he whispered.
Brad looked up. “Hi. Sorry if I woke you up. I left my shoes here yesterday.”
“S okay. Where are you going?”
Brad looked at him as if he was stupid. “Work. It’s Friday morning.”
Miles pushed himself into a half-sitting position. “Right. Sorry. Not entirely awake yet.” He dragged a hand through his hair, discovered that it was standing up straight, way past what he could pull off as a bedroom look.
Would things be weird, after Brad’s parting words yesterday? It had been potentially humiliating, to admit you liked someone, only to be shot down like that. Yet it hadn’t felt that way to Miles. There was a hell of a lot more going on with Brad than a mere rejection because he didn’t like Miles. No, this guy was hiding stuff, which made Miles all the more determined to keep digging.
Brad himself looked a tad pale. It was hard to spot considering his slightly darker complexion, but Miles was a trained observer. Brad was tired. “Did you get any sleep?” Miles asked.
Brad rose, looked down on Miles with surprise. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re the guy with all the injuries and shit.”
He’d expertly dodged the question, Miles noted. What was it with Brad that he kept everyone at a distance? Why was even a simple inquiry like this too close for comfort for him?
Miles offered him a slow grin, despite his thoughts. “It is a very comfortable bed.”
“You and I will have to make sure to thoroughly test it,” Brad said.
Miles was hard instantly. Brad was so uninhibited about sex. Aside from the fact that he wouldn’t let Miles see him naked, that was.
Brad noticed his arousal, shot him a semi-exasperated look. “Not now, I have to leave for work. I can’t be late.”
“Then don’t say shit like that. Massive turn on, man,” Miles complained. He reached for his cock, rearranged it so it wasn’t as uncomfortable.
“Oh, what the fuck. I’ll suck you off. But you better fucking come fast, you hear me?”
Completely dressed, he kneeled beside the bed and gently pulled Miles toward him. He whipped Miles’ cock out of his pajama bottoms before Miles could say another word. Fuck, he loved it when Brad got so wanton. He was such an enigma, shy and struggling for words one second, and then all sexy and almost desperate the next.
Miles’ hands went to Brad’s head, dug into his curls. He loved holding him like that when Brad sucked him off. Holy fuck, the boy could suck cock. Miles already felt his orgasm building.
A door squeaked, and Miles stiffened, but Brad was unrelenting. He sucked him in deep, let Miles fuck his throat. Someone was coming into the room, dammit. Should he let go of Brad’s head? Brad’s grip on his base intensified. Footsteps came into the room. Miles’ hips bucked, his body prioritizing orgasming before anything else.
“Brad?”
Oh, fuck, that had to be Charlie. Miles hadn’t seen him yet, but he recognized his voice from hearing him talk to the others in the living room yesterday. He stepped into sight now, the cutest face Miles had ever seen. Charlie spotted them on the bed, and his eyes widened.
Brad would have to stop now, right? Miles was so close, dammit. Brad held up a finger to Charlie, as if to indicate he needed one more minute. Miles wouldn’t, not if he kept sucking like that.
“Oooohhh!” Miles groaned, jerked into Brad’s mouth as he came.
Brad licked him clean efficiently, then tucked his cock back in. “There, that should tide you over till I get back. Should be around four fifteen.”
He rose, licked his lips in a gesture that did strange things to Miles’ insides. “Hey babe,” he said to Charlie. “Sorry, needed to get my morning protein shake in.”
He kissed Charlie on the lips, and the kid crumpled his nose. “I can still taste him on you,” Charlie said.
Brad chuckled. “Little protein for you, too, then. He tastes good, you know. Anyway, I gotta go. See you this afternoon, okay?”
He kissed him again, and Charlie didn’t seem to mind. Definitely too affectionate for casual friends. What was the story with these two? Seconds later, Brad was out the door, and Miles was left with Charli
e and Max.
“Hi,” he said gamely. He managed to push himself up into a sitting position, made sure to cover himself completely. What the fuck did you say when a complete stranger saw you getting a blow job? “I’m Miles, as you’ve probably figured out.”
“The constantly horny FBI agent,” Charlie said.
Miles winced. “Yeah, that would be me.” He cleared his throat, acutely embarrassed. “Sorry you had to see that.”
“No worries. Brad gives me a play by play anyway, so it’s not like you had any secrets to begin with.”
Miles swallowed. “He what?” That had to be a joke, right? Brad, who you had to force to reveal anything, had told Charlie about the sex with Miles? What the fuck?
“He didn’t tell you?”
“Brad doesn’t tell me much of anything.”
Charlie let out a sound that appeared to be a laugh. “Too busy making you come, huh?”
Miles didn’t know what to say to that one. “But apparently, he tells you a lot, huh?”
“More than others anyway.”
Imagine that, Brad did actually confide in someone. What did Charlie have to do to make Brad trust him?
“How did you two become friends?” Miles asked.
“He was my teacher,” Charlie said.
“Come again?”
“Brad. He was my math teacher in high school. I was a junior, and he was a substitute for my real math teacher who had a heart attack. He was fresh out of college and substituting when he saw me getting stuffed into a garbage can by some jocks who objected to my sexual orientation. He intervened, and became a sort of mentor to me afterward.”
Miles’ mouth was slightly open. “Brad’s a math teacher?”
“Yeah. He teaches middle school now. You didn’t know?”
“No. I asked him what he did for a living, but he wouldn’t tell me.” And now Miles wondered why. It wasn’t like math teacher was a profession to be embarrassed about. Why had Brad not even want to share that with Miles?
Charlie looked at him, his gaze surprisingly sharp considering how damn early it still was. “Do you like him?” he asked.
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