8. Brock

Chapter eight

Brock

G etting off with Eddy had been so easy. I loved everything about him. We could fit together so easily, and I think Eddy could feel the same if it wasn't for his problem with his brother. I wasn't sure if they were out to kill him, hurt him, or something else, but it was obvious there was trouble. I didn't know if I should or could help him with it, but he needed that. Maybe I could be that someone. Even if it was only to listen, to believe him, and offer some small comfort.

We sat and cuddled up on the couch. I loved holding him against me, bare skin rubbing each other. "Tell me more about yourself and all of this. Why would these guys be after you?"

"Well, I told you I started a gaming company with Greg and his husband, Kurt. Mostly Greg, but Kurt got in it, too. Provided some of the initial investment. But we made that money back and so much more. Hell, our first game was such a success, it made us rich."

I ran my nose through his soft hair, loving how he smelled a little tangy and exotic. "What was this game?" I asked, even though he'd told me earlier. I wanted to hear him talk, no matter what he was saying. "Tell me about it?"

"Uh, it was a combo fantasy adventure and first-person shooter game with a great backstory."

"And you're working on something new now?"

"Yeah… Trying to. But I've been interrupted. A lot. By Greg, mostly. And it's not like him to do that."

"Maybe he's jealous."

Eddy wiggled around, turning to face me. That worry had crept back into his colorful eyes. "Maybe he wants this new game for just him and Kurt. Or they want me dead. Out of the picture. I don't get why. I made them rich, and this new game will only add to that." He was getting flustered and wringing his hands. I needed to change the subject quickly.

"Let's forget about it for a little while. We can get pizza and put some music on."

"Yeah. That sounds great. I could use a break from all of this."

"Then I only have one question for you."

"What's that?" he asked, relaxing against me again.

I kissed the top of his head. "What do you want on your pizza?"

The small chuckle he gave me was worth cherishing. "Pepperoni. Extra cheese."

"Can we add any veggies? Mushrooms or onions?"

"Okay, mushrooms. That's it, though." He stuck his tongue out. "Onions, yuck."

I placed an order for delivery and then put on some classic rock. My playlist had some great tunes from the late 70s and 80s.

What I Like About You from The Romantics started playing. "Oh, I love this one. Come on." I grabbed his hands and dragged him to the middle of the living room. That was the best part about my place, plenty of space. Eddy stood there while I shook my ass and started singing to him.

I held up my fist like it was a microphone. "Tell me all the things that I wanna hear…"

"You're crazy."

"Cause it's true, that's what I like, that's what I like about you." I pointed at him, acting like I was the singer.

Eddy laughed but still didn't dance. I wanted him to cut loose and have a little fun. Be silly. He seemed like he needed it desperately.

I kept singing. "What I like about you, you really know how to dance…" I grabbed his arms and shook them as I danced around the room, and reluctantly, he joined in. After a few minutes, he was singing the chorus with me and shaking his ass.

Bon Jovi's You Give Love A Bad Name was next, and we sang it, acting out hand motions along with the music until we fell on the floor laughing.

"I haven't done anything like that in years," Eddy confessed when he finally stopped laughing.

"Well, you should do it more often. It's fun."

"What else do you do for fun?"

"Okay. I'll share. But first, get off the floor." I stood quickly and jumped onto the couch.

"What? Why?"

"Floor is lava!" I yelled and bounced around the couch, while Eddy jumped on a side chair. A game of chase ensued, but unlike regular chase, neither of us would set foot back on the floor. I jumped at him from the couch, and he cut across the living room on the coffee table. I knew it would probably not hold me, so I tackled him to the couch, landing on top of him with an oomph. "You okay? Eddy?"

"Yeah." He looked up at me with sparkling hazel eyes that sparkled in the fading light. I wanted to kiss him again. And again.

Then the doorbell rang. "That's pizza."

"You better get it."

I stood and rearranged my cock in my underwear and grabbed my jeans. He couldn't help but see how hard I was. "You're making me answer the door like this?"

"Yeah. Guess so."

"Evil…" I zipped up and went to the door, opening it as the driver rang again.

After paying cash—this was a small town, after all—we ate at the kitchen island. We spent time chatting and getting to know each other. It felt like a first date, but I also wanted insight into why his brother would have it out for him. What else was going on in his life? I wasn't a detective by any means, but there had to be something we were missing.

"What else do you do?" I asked him between bites.

"What else?"

"Besides work, creating games. What else? Hobbies? Do you bowl?"

"I, apparently, dance and jump on the furniture like a twelve-year-old."

"Ten."

"What?"

"We jumped around like ten-year-olds."

"Right." His face twitched like he wasn't sure whether to laugh.

"Besides that."

Eddy shrugged. "I don't know. Game. What do you do?"

"Listen to music. Ride my Harley."

"Well, I'm here now. You can ride me."

I raised my eyebrows. Was he serious? "Eddy?"

"This time in a bed. I, uh, I could bottom." He ducked his head, suddenly shy and so cute. "I would. For you."

"Do you usually?"

He shrugged. "I don't. I don't usually do anything."

"Are you a virgin?"

"No, huh." He huffed. "I just haven't had a lot of boyfriends, and I don't like casual sex. Despite what this looks like. I don't…"

"I don't either." I didn't think either of us slept around much or at all. This was different.

"Okay, so I can go…"

"No. That's not what I meant." I reached across the island and put my hand on his. "I meant that you feel special. I'm not asking for what you can't give, but I'll give you what you ask for."

"Okay. Let's clean up and go to bed."

We made short work of throwing the last few pieces of pizza in the fridge and getting rid of the trash. Then, I showed him upstairs. The main bedroom was over the foyer and stretched the width of the house on that side. The big closet was beside the even bigger bathroom. I turned the light on, and he went in. "This is nice."

"Thanks."

"Can I have a few minutes?" he asked. "It's been a long time."

"Eddy, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"Brock," he mocked. "I want this. I want you."

After imagining being inside him, I wasn't going to say no. I nodded and watched him shut the door. I knew what he was going to do in there, and that made my dick hard as a rock. I stripped and turned the blanket and sheets down on the bed before crawling in to wait for him.

I didn't have to wait too long. He opened the door and stood there in nothing but a towel draped low on his waist. His hair was damp, and it took everything I had not to jump out of the bed and tackle him again. "Hi," he said softly.

"Hi. Come here." I spread my arms and waited. If he wanted sex, I would give it to him, but he needed to come to me. I wasn't forcing him.

Eddy smiled brightly and walked over to the bed. Confident but still a little shy, he dropped the towel on the floor and crawled in. He straddled my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his back. "I'm so excited." He glanced down at his hard cock that had bumped up against mine.

I gently pulled him to me, and he leaned forward. I kissed him hard, with passion, wanting to show him how much this meant to me, even when I hadn't had a chance to figure that out yet. Lust we had, and a burgeoning friendship, but could it be more than that? I didn't know, but I sure as hell wanted to find out.

Eddy kissed me back, and I rolled to put him on his back. "You ready?"

"Yes, no. I mean. There wasn't any lube in the bathroom, so…"

"That's okay, that's my job." I winked at him and rolled away to get the lube from my nightstand. I opened it and turned toward him. "Feels like we're jumping straight in without like, the buildup."

"Oh, we had plenty of buildup. My cock says we're good to go on that." He spread his legs, showing off the goods, and they were definitely good. His cock wasn't as thick as mine but was nearly as long. It was tan, darker than his skin tone, but the head was even darker, leaning to a deep pink. Black hair circled the base, neatly trimmed. I lifted his balls, rolling them in my fingers and getting a look at his dark hole beyond. I dropped some lube on my fingers and scooted closer. I slid a slick fingertip around his rim, and he bucked, thrusting toward me. "Don't tease, Brock."

So I pushed in, breaching his muscles, and got to work. Prepping didn't take long, but then I had a problem. "Eddy. I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I-I don't think I have a condom."

"Well, shit."

"There. There's other things. You know? That we can do." I was so hoping he would stick with me on this one.

"Yeah? Do something. I'm so fucking horny right now."

"I can do this…" I pulled his cock away from his stomach and licked around the head. Then I sucked him down while fucking his hole with my finger and searching for his P-spot. I was a little out of practice, but generally had been pretty good at it previously.

"Yes. Yes, keep going, Brock."

I pulled off only long enough to tell him to fuck my mouth, and he took me at my word. He grabbed the side of my head and drove forward, shoving his dick into my mouth, then pulling back and fucking himself on my finger. All the while, he moaned, begging and panting.

Then he came with a shout. His head rolled to the side, and he closed his eyes. His face was like an angel's. "You want me to…" He rolled his hand in the air.

"No. I want to look at you. That's all. Open your eyes."

I stared down into his hazel gaze. His lips quirked up into a smirk when he realized what I was doing. I jacked myself off using a combination of what was left of the lube and his spend that had dripped out around his cock that I didn't manage to swallow. It didn't take much to push me over the edge. Eddy was gorgeous. I came all over his stomach and chest with a grunt, then collapsed beside him.

Afterward, Eddy rolled toward me and put his cold nose on my arm. "This has been fun, but it doesn't solve my problem. And I don't want to go back to the hotel. Don't want to be alone. Fuck! That makes me sound like a coward."

"It does not. Stop. You have reason to be scared. But I'm not going to let you out of my sight until we figure this shit out. So, let's see if we can get some sleep. Then, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Okay." Eddy snuggled in next to me. I hoped I could help him.