“How long have you been in here?”
“A few hours.”
“Why didn’t you wait in the loft?”
Brady’s cheeks heated. “I thought this way I wouldn’t really be invading your privacy.”
“So you’d only be breaking in my gym, not my house?” When he nodded, Ken chuckled and reached for the other glove. “You really are a giant Boy Scout.”
He shrugged. “Cops…Marines…we’re all just bigger, older versions. We still get badges when we’re good and everything.”
The last glove came off and then Brady felt Ken’s hand slip inside his boxer shorts, his fingers sliding over his erection. “Have you been good, Brady?”
Fuck. “I might lose my badge if you keep doing that.”
Ken stopped touching him long enough to drag his own shirt off over his head, and then he was pulling Brady’s head down for another kiss. “Fuck the badge.”
Brady groaned and wrapped his arms around Ken’s hot body, turned to press him against the gym wall. That mouth. Damn, he’d missed that talented mouth. He tilted his head and let their tongues tangle, his hands brushing Ken’s as they both fought to get his pants unbuttoned.
“I should shower.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Upstairs,” Brady gasped. “The lube’s upstairs.”
Kicking off his pants, Ken turned in Brady’s arms to face the wall and then thrust back with his hips as he bent forward. “Now. Fuck me right now, Brady. I can’t wait that long.”
Brady shuddered. “Tanaka…”
“Finn, please. Don’t make me take you down. Fuck me.”
That was all he needed to hear. He gripped Ken’s hips, spread his cheeks with his thumbs and dropped to his knees, sliding his tongue wetly over that tight hole he loved. So good. He wanted to make this good.
“Yes,” Ken moaned. “Damn it, Finn you make me crazy. You don’t know how many times I thought about th—God. Do you want me to beg again? I’ll beg.” Brady pushed his tongue inside Ken’s ass.
“Christ, yes, okay, I’m begging you. I need that big, thick cock in my ass. Don’t you remember how tight it was? How good? I need it. I need you to fuck me until I forget my name, forget you weren’t here—yes. Brady, baby, please.”
Climbing up to stand on shaky legs, Brady wet his palm with his tongue, sliding it over his erection. Ken’s cries had destroyed the restraint he’d been clinging to, and now Tanaka was going to get what he’d asked for.
They both shouted when he thrust inside, muscles wound tight and shaking as he filled and stretched Ken’s ass until he was all the way in.
“Brady.”
“Fuck. No, Ken don’t move.”
But Ken wouldn’t listen, pushing his hips back and swiveling them seductively. He looked over his shoulder and Brady saw the wild need, the mischief in his eyes. “If you don’t want me to move, Finn, then hold me down.”
Brady dragged them both to their knees and pushed Ken down until his face met the floor, then held him there with a hard grip on the back of his neck, under his braid. “Like that?”
“Yes.”
He’d needed this so much. Needed Ken. He’d wanted this to be perfect, instead he was covered in sweat and pinning his lover to the ground like an animal ready to rut.
“Fuck,” he swore, gripping Ken’s shoulder tightly with his free hand as he gave in to the call of the damn wild.
“Yeah. Oh, Brady, you’re so good. I can’t get enough. Faster. Yes, like that. Don’t stop fucking me. Don’t stop. Never stop.”
Never. He would never fucking stop. Brady flexed his ass and pumped his hips in a rhythm that was no longer controlled. He felt primal. Possessive. His fingers tightened and Ken quaked beneath his touch.
“Mine,” Brady muttered low and dangerous.
“Yes,” Ken moaned back. “Yes, you bastard, I’m yours.”
Ken’s easy submission stole the last of his control. “Say it again.”
“Anything you want. I’ll do anything. I’m yours, Brady. Fuck, I’m—”
Ken cried out and Brady knew he was coming. Knew he had to join him. “Yes.”
Mine.
Brady wasn’t sure how long he’d laid there on the floor, wrapped around his lover, his cock still buried inside him.
His. Ken was his.
He hasn’t said it back.
“You’ve started thinking already,” Ken murmured, clearly amused. “I’m impressed, Finn. I’m still not sure I have.”
“I was thinking about negotiating a scene.” Hopefully he’d worded that correctly.
Ken tensed against him. “Brady, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“I think it is.”
Rolling away, Ken leaned on his elbows and looked down at him with wary golden eyes. “I don’t have the right to ask after the things I said, but tell me the truth. Do you really think you’re ready, or do you just want to please me?”
Brady hesitated. “That’s a trick question. Of course I want to please you. And I want to share in the things you love because I…” He swallowed. “If you’d asked me a month ago, I would have said it was never going to happen, but now I can’t stop thinking about it. I have been for a while. I want to know how it feels to have your hands on me, to have you in control. I want so much, with you, from you, but I’m always getting in my own way by thinking too much. The psychiatrist said something about me carrying too much weight. Not physically but—”