Brian pulled the neckline of Sway’s thin T-shirt, so he could suck on his sensitive collar bone. Sway gasped but didn’t cry out. Brian knew how crazy this made him. Brian reached down and cupped Sway’s hard length.
Sway breathed heavily in Brian’s ear, still not calling out.
“I force myself to be quiet now.” Sway’s eyes opened drowsily. “Like you, Brian.”
Brian gripped him harder, loving what his boyfriend just confessed. He began a slow stroke through his jeans, wanting a live demonstration. ‘Show me,’ Brian mouthed against Sway’s lips.
“Brian, I haven’t mastered it yet.” Sway stared at Brian. “Especially when I’m thinking about you.”
The zipper was loud in the otherwise quiet room.
“Fuck,” Sway whispered.
Brian splayed Sway’s jeans open and reached inside his boxer briefs. Sway’s tip was moist, his cock already rigid and hot. Brian gathered the thick bead of precome and used it to smooth his way. He dipped down so their foreheads were together and mouthed again, ‘show me.’
Sway bit his bottom lip and nodded once. Brian took the permission, and drove his hand even farther, going for Sway’s sac. He squeezed it, already feeling it draw up in his palm. Yeah, baby. Show me.
Sway slowly rocked his hips. “I take my time… like you do,” Sway murmured. Only because Brian was watching his mouth was he able to understand him, Sway was so quiet. “I want to call out when I think of you… but I don’t. I stay quiet, Brian.” Sway keened against the side of his jaw. He was really fighting to stay silent as Brian tugged a little harder. Sway’s brow creased. Brian began to stroke him at an agonizingly slow pace. ‘Feels so good,’ he mouthed followed by a salacious moan.
“Shhhhh,” Brian hissed, with the shell of Sway’s ear in his mouth.
Sway bucked, the door rattled but not too loud. Brian’s heart leapt, Sway hadn’t perfected this, yet. He needed more practice and Brian could certainly help with that. Or maybe it was his company, his touch and Sway couldn’t help himself. Either of those reasons had Brian feeling like the world was his.
“I can never hold out. I think of you and I know I’m there. I’m gonna… gonna—”
Sway clung to Brian’s shoulders, still pressed tight against the door, he arched his neck and clenched his teeth. He was falling apart, his breaths getting heavier and louder.
“Shhhh.” Brian tried again. He pressed in and used his body to hold Sway together, with both hands in his jeans, he cupped Sway’s balls and worked his dick with the other.
“Fuuuuck,” Sway groaned a little louder than he probably intended. Brian grinned and covered Sway’s mouth with his own. Sway cried on his tongue. “God, I’m coming. Mmmm, Brian I’m coming so hard.”
Okay, Brian thought they may have heard that last one because Sway was shooting into his fist as Brian thrust his tongue deep into Sway’s mouth. If he added his own hips into it, some friction for his own need, it probably wouldn’t take long for him to climax, either. Dammit, if Sway’s mom hadn’t been only feet away, Brian would have Sway on that bed, testing its durability.
Sway got a towel and helped Brian clean up. He wobbled as if he was walking in Jell-O and Brian loved the sated, dazed look in those pretty brown eyes.
His phone vibrated with a message. He opened it up and read that Dana and Ford wanted him to meet them at that ritzy hotel. Brian was typing a message on his phone when he felt Sway’s long arms wrap around him.
“What time do you have to be to work?” Sway asked.
Brian stood and righted himself. He took his heavy, black peacoat off the foot of the bed. “Now, baby. I’m sorry. I’ll text you later.”
“No problem.”
“What are you gonna do the rest of the day?”
“Sit on that couch out there and spend some time with them.”
“And, let them grill you.”
“Like a piece of steak.”
Brian hugged Sway, kissing him deeply before he left the room. “It’s gonna be a busy week, but I’ll let you know if I get a day off.”
“Ditto,” Sway added.
Brian stepped into the living room and both the women quickly tore their eyes away from the television. “Ladies, again it was a pleasure. I wish I could stay longer, but I have to get to work.”
“We understand,” Sway’s mom said politely.
“Squirt, you look high, shuga’. Why you walking like—?”
“Brian, I’ll walk you to the door,” Sway cut over Tweetie.
Sway’s mom laughed, her eyes crinkling beautifully. Her youth showed when she was happy.
Brian ignored Sway and went to Stephanie. He leaned down, and placed a delicate kiss on her cheek. He moved to Tweetie and she quickly stood and threw her arms around his neck. Umph. Brian caught her weight against his, making sure they stayed upright.