Chapter Eight 2

“Maybe,” Jake grinned as he looked up at Brandon from his side. “I’m thinking a trip to your place to get your stuff for Monday might be in order. ‘Cause I don’t intend to let you leave tomorrow night.”

Startled, Brandon stared out the front window, hands gripping the steering wheel. “Is that so? What about the whole being careful thing?” he answered almost evenly as he made the turn into Jake’s subdivision.

“You get to school at like 6 a.m. anyway, right?” Jake asked, pulling the seat to an upright position. “Ah, damn it; we forgot my truck,” he muttered as they pulled into the driveway.

Brandon shut off the car. “We can get it tomorrow,” he said. Then he tilted his head, eyes slightly amused as he thought of something a bit out of place. “You know, you just told me I’m staying tomorrow night. What about tonight?”

“You already agreed to that,” Jake reminded as he reached over and grabbed Brandon’s shirt, tugging him closer and leaning over to kiss him.

Jake’s lips on his, hot and demanding, made Brandon’s head spin again. “Umm...” he mumbled as Jake only slightly pulled back and Brandon discovered both his hands were clutching the front of Jake’s T-shirt. “I forgot?”

“My feelings might be hurt,” Jake responded with a smirk.

“I’m thinking every time you kiss me I forget what we were talking about,” Brandon corrected.

“I’ll keep that in mind for when I get into trouble,” Jake laughed as he popped open the door and swung his legs out of the car. Brandon swallowed hard and got out as well, snagging the bags of groceries and following Jake up the stairs and into the house.

Jake awoke with a groan and flopped onto his side, throwing his arm and leg over the man in bed next to him and dragging him closer to wrap around him like a big blanket. He growled contentedly and then began fading back to sleep.

Dimly aware of being moved, Brandon roused enough to shift more onto his side from his stomach, where he usually sprawled. It was much warmer that way, he thought sleepily. Warmer? He slowly pulled one eye open, becoming aware of the limbs weighing him down. Oh... Jake . Brandon drew in a slow breath and sighed contentedly.

Jake floated for a while in a pleasant state, barely awake. He was aware enough to feel the body next to his, but asleep enough that his mind wasn’t yet wandering into the rest of the day. Finally the call for the bathroom was strong enough to rouse him, and Jake buried his nose in Brandon’s hair and inhaled deeply before raising his head and looking around. It was barely light outside. “Urgh,” he groaned. Still mostly asleep, Brandon answered with an inquisitive grunt, face still buried in the pillow.

“It’s too early,” Jake responded as he rolled onto his back and then kicked the covers off his legs. “What day is it?” he asked sleepily, rubbing his face to stifle a yawn.

“Mmm.” Brandon didn’t move, much too lethargic to wake up without his alarm clock jarring him from sleep.

“That, too,” Jake groaned as he swung his feet out of the bed and sat up. He got up without another word and went to take care of what had dragged him from sleep. Soon he was padding back out into the bedroom and cocking his head at Brandon with a smirk. He took a few steps, leaped back into the bed, bouncing the man on the mattress, and then crawled on top of him and kissed the back of his shoulder happily.

Brandon sucked in a shocked breath as the bed suddenly rocked, and he jerked his head around to see Jake climbing over him. He closed his eyes, trying to swallow his heart back down. “What the hell?” he muttered, voice rough with sleep.

“Grumpy,” Jake murmured with a smirk and a kiss along Brandon’s shoulder blade. “I thought you were a morning person?” he teased as he laid himself down on top of Brandon.

“Ehhh,” Brandon whined, trying to hide his face in the pillow. The rest of his words were mumbled. Jake sighed long and loud and pushed up onto his hands and knees, then flopped heavily onto his side and rolled onto his back. Brandon pushed himself up from the pillow and looked at Jake blearily. “You keep me up till 3 a.m. and you expect a morning person before dawn?” he asked mildly.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” Jake reminded with a sideways glance at the man.

Brandon gave him a silly grin. “True,” he admitted.

Jake reached his hands above his head and pressed both palms upside down against the headboard, then stretched until it arched his back and made his toes curl. Brandon looked up and down the other man’s body, licking his bottom lip as he raised a brow in appreciation. Jake’s body twisted as the stretch wound down, and he turned onto his side and rested his head in his hand as he looked down at Brandon. “I vote for staying in bed the rest of the day,” he said with a smile.

Still comfortably lying against the pillow, Brandon smiled. “Nice thought. But I imagine you’ll be hungry soon,” he predicted.

“A minor problem,” Jake growled as he slid his arm under Brandon and scooted closer to him suggestively.

Brandon’s smile grew, and he shook his head in wonder. “You’re a big teddy bear,” he accused playfully.

Jake gave an insulted huff and pushed at Brandon’s shoulder to roll him over. “Better than Thundercat, I guess,” he murmured, bending his head to begin kissing along Brandon’s collarbone.

Brandon just purred and slid his hand down Jake’s body to cup his ass. “I like it when you go all Thundercat,” he drawled. Jake bit the man in retaliation and then continued on with his languid morning groping. Brandon chuckled and squeezed, arching into Jake’s hands with a hum of approval. Jake raised his head to press his lips to Brandon’s demandingly, his hand splaying out over the man’s stomach in a possessive manner while he scooted even closer. “You afraid I’m going somewhere?” Brandon murmured, slowly writhing under Jake, trying to touch his body all over.

“Not really,” Jake growled in response. “If you do I’ll start throwing things again,” he warned, shifting enough to slide his knee between Brandon’s legs.

“Mmm, that’s quite a threat. I’ve seen you throw a flip flop recently,” Brandon said, starting to move his hips to drive his rousing cock against Jake’s firm thigh.

Jake snuffed in response and bent his head to nip at Brandon’s neck, then began moving down Brandon’s body.

Eyes rolling up to the ceiling above him, Brandon dragged his hands up Jake’s back, sighing happily. “Hell,” he whispered. “Best morning I’ve had in a long while.”

Jake grinned and looked up at him, giving his stomach one last kiss before pushing up. “Oh good,” he responded with a grin. “Time for breakfast,” he announced cheekily as he rolled off Brandon and to his feet.

“You bastard!” Brandon threw his pillow at Jake at he sat up, pulling his feet free of the tangled sheet and quilt. Jake bit his lower lip and grinned, hands on his hips as he watched Brandon expectantly. Eyes narrowing, Brandon shifted to his knees and crawled to the edge of the bed, reaching out to grab Jake’s arm and yank him back toward the bed. “C’mere,” he growled.

Jake shuffled forward obediently and grinned wider. “Hmm?” he asked in an innocent tone.

“Don’t give me that angel act,” Brandon said, rising up on his knees to bump his chest and other parts against Jake. “You really want breakfast now?” he purred, sliding his hands up Jake’s sides.

“That depends on what you’re makin’,” Jake drawled as his hands came to rest on Brandon’s hips.

Brandon leaned forward to lick his way up Jake’s throat to his lips. “How about a protein shake?” he rasped before kissing him.

Jake laughed softly, the sound turning into a low growl as he lifted his chin up and smiled contentedly. Slowly he began to sink against the edge of the bed, fingers holding to Brandon’s hips as he got lower.

Shivering, Brandon felt his cock go fully hard at the thought of Jake’s very talented mouth. Jake kissed at his sternum and then gently pushed at his hips, standing up again to urge him to lay back with another, slightly more heated kiss. Brandon wrapped his arms around Jake’s neck and let the other man lower him to the mattress. He kissed him back, licking along Jake’s lips before deepening it.

Jake indulged himself for a long moment, enjoying the kissing before tearing away and making his way down Brandon’s body. He placed one large hand on each of Brandon’s hips and pressed down into the mattress, bending his head to lick at him experimentally.

Brandon hissed and moved slightly, hips lifting. “Jake, c’mon,” he encouraged. “Sooner I’m done, sooner you get attention.”

“Impatient, too,” Jake observed with another slow lick.

“Yeah, well, we established last night that neither of us are that strong in the patience area,” Brandon replied, but his voice was teasing. Jake responded by plunging his head down and humming deep in the back of his throat. “Oh shit ,” Brandon breathed, shuddering, his hands sinking into Jake’s hair as his head fell back.

Jake’s back arched and one arm slid under Brandon’s hip to lift him up, his movements sinuous and animalistic as he aimed for more of Brandon’s cursing.

It didn’t take long before Brandon sucked in a breath and obliged. “ Fuck , Jake ... ohhh fuck ...” Brandon’s voice got quieter and his language got dirtier until he was practically hissing with each thrust into Jake’s mouth.

Jake’s arm tightened around Brandon’s hips, his fingers digging into the skin as he swirled his tongue and plunged his head repeatedly. He groaned at Brandon’s words and shifted his weight, tugging Brandon with him until they were on their sides and Brandon was able to truly thrust into his mouth.

Hips now able to move freely, Brandon moaned as he fucked Jake’s mouth, muscles straining. Then he shivered and started to come, chest hitching. “Baby,” he breathed, eyes squeezed shut, fingers clutching Jake’s shoulder.

Jake’s grip tightened, and he swallowed as Brandon emptied into his mouth. His free hand clutched at Brandon’s chest as he did so, his toes curling with Brandon’s obvious pleasure. Brandon wailed softly before melting back against the bed, panting, fingers loosening, and he petted Jake’s arm absently. The bigger man rolled Brandon again until he was flat on his back, and then crawled up his body until he could rest his chin on Brandon’s chest. “Now I know what gets you up in the morning,” he quipped with a smirk as he watched Brandon try to breathe again.

Brandon groaned and covered his eyes with one arm. “You don’t need any help,” he muttered. It was true. At this point, all Jake had to do was look at him and he was hard. Jake touching him was gravy. Jake blowing him was indescribable, and then there was still the fucking...

Jake laughed softly and crawled the rest of the way up Brandon’s body to kiss him again, disregarding the arm covering his eyes. “Now,” he purred, “what would you like for breakfast?” he asked. “It’s the only meal of the day I can make.”

Laughing low and grinning, Brandon took advantage of Jake’s movement to grab him and roll them over, settling his weight on him. “Yeah, but it’s really delicious,” he drew out, leaning to lick Jake’s lips.

“Mmm,” Jake responded as he stretched like a large cat under Brandon’s weight.

Grinning, Brandon dragged his hands over Jake’s chest, following them with his mouth, licking along the defined muscles and abs before kissing at the crease of Jake’s legs, his chin rubbing against the hard flesh nearby.

Jake tensed and finally jumped and gasped as Brandon moved lower. “I was actually offering real food, but okay,” he groaned in a rough voice, beginning to squirm.

“This is ‘real’ food,” Brandon said before licking him from balls to cock head. “Protein, fructose, amino acids, vitamin C,” he recited between teasing licks, taking longer with the lick each time.

“Fructose?” Jake groaned distractedly as he arched his back and his fingers dug into the sheets.

Brandon purred as he lapped up a cloudy dot of liquid. “Fructose. A simple sugar found in many foods, one of the three most important blood sugars.” He mouthed the swollen head, sucking lightly before pulling away to lap again. “Found in honey, berries,” he said throatily, “and some root vegetables...”

“God, shut up,” Jake moaned, his fingers sliding into Brandon’s hair.

Brandon smiled and sucked Jake into his mouth, dipping his head rhythmically with a purr of pleasure. He loved Jake’s reactions to what he did to him.

Jake writhed, letting his body take the lead over his mind, as he so often had in his life. It was shamefully easy to get him to whimper, but he knew that if he didn’t come soon Brandon’s jaw would probably lock or something. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling for a brief moment before pushing onto his elbows to watch what Brandon was doing to him. Watching the head of his cock disappear between those full, wet lips was the surest way of getting off, Jake decided. Hell, just the memory would work in the future, he realized as his gut tightened.

Feeling Jake shift and tilt, Brandon moved to his knees to slide more of Jake into his mouth, and when he heard a low gasp, he looked up at Jake.

Jake breathed out heavily as he met Brandon’s eyes. “Brandon,” he murmured helplessly, then bit his lip and let his head fall back. His hips lifted just enough to make him moan softly.

Brandon redoubled his efforts, wrapping his palm around Jake and focusing his sucking toward the head, listening to Jake’s breathing pick up. He hummed again, sliding his free hand between Jake’s legs to rub there as well.

Jake cried out and arched his back again, fingers digging into the sheets and toes curling as Brandon’s talented mouth sent him spiraling. He didn’t even have time to call out a warning.

The hot seep of thick liquid on Brandon’s tongue made him swallow convulsively as he kept sucking, and he could feel the large body under him quaking. When it stilled, he pulled away, licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jake’s tense muscles all relaxed as he forced his eyes back open. “God,” he murmured stupidly.

Brandon chuckled. “You keep saying that,” he teased, rubbing one hand over Jake’s chest in a soothing fashion. Although it and many of his other touches qualified as intimate to him, Jake didn’t seem to mind.

“You’re killin’ me,” Jake groaned with a smile that said it was a wonderful way to go.

“Nope,” Brandon said, shifting out from between Jake’s thighs to kneel beside him, where he leaned down to kiss him gently. “Physical therapy,” he joked.

Jake groaned and rolled his eyes. Brandon laughed and lightly slapped his belly. “C’mon. We’re awake, might as well get some things done.” He climbed off the bed and offered Jake a hand. “We can always nap later,” he pointed out.

“Things?” Jake asked incredulously. “Done?” Brandon put his hands on his hips, trying not to laugh and not having a lot of success. “Shut up,” Jake muttered as he rolled onto his stomach and began to burrow under the sheets.

“Awwww, baby,” Brandon said, crawling back onto the bed. “C’mon. You said we’d go out to my house so I can get clothes for tomorrow,” he reminded.

Jake rolled quickly and grabbed him, yanking him down and wrapping around him in a classic wrestler’s hold while pulling the sheet over them.

“Jake!” Brandon yelped, pulled down and engulfed by the other man’s arms and body, struggling and finding he could hardly move.

Jake snickered evilly and tightened his grip. “What’s the problem?” he asked in an innocent voice, muffled by the sheets.

Brandon stopped moving and closed his eyes. Aw hell. This is wonderful . He inhaled deeply, wallowing in Jake’s heat and scent. “Nothing,” he said, starting to move his hands over whatever skin he could touch.

“No getting frisky,” Jake growled in a warning. “I need my beauty sleep,” he preened.

So instead, Brandon just curled his arms around him and squeezed him close. He could almost believe this connection he felt between them had been there for months instead of hours. It just feels right . He pressed his lips to Jake’s shoulder.

“Exactly,” Jake murmured with a smile as he closed his eyes and settled in, holding Brandon closely. “You know,” he sighed after a moment. “This feels pretty good.”

Brandon didn’t move a bit. Although Jake’s words were thrilling, he didn’t sound exactly all that thrilled about it. Almost like he didn’t know what to think about it. Brandon wasn’t sure he did, either. “Yes. It does,” he murmured.

Jake opened his eyes, unable to think of what to say now. He had always been a little too impulsive for his own good. He had always worried his loved ones with his decision making, throwing all his heart into things before they were on solid ground. He bit his lip on any of the things he wanted to add to what he was saying. Brandon relaxed utterly, letting Jake support him, content to wait until the other man moved. Jake laid there holding him until his stomach rumbled, demanding food. He huffed and smiled slightly, lowering his head and hiding his face against Brandon’s cheek in embarrassment. “Guess we should get up before I start starving.”

“Don’t want you wasting away,” Brandon said, but he smiled against Jake’s shoulder.

“Hmph,” Jake offered as he forced his way between Brandon’s cheek and shoulder and bit lightly at his neck. Brandon’s response was a low moan and a wiggle. Jake snickered and lifted his head to kiss him slowly. “Any requests for breakfast?” he asked.

Brandon smiled against Jake’s lips and murmured, “Here we go again.” I want to eat you alive, he wanted to say. I want to sink into you and stay . God, how did this happen so fast? He was dizzy with it, with Jake’s passion, his laugh, his growl, the deep brown eyes that darkened with hunger when they looked at him. Brandon shivered and wrapped his arms around Jake’s neck to hold on tight.

Jake jabbed at Brandon’s ribs with his knuckles, huffing a bit.

Brandon sighed regretfully. “All right. Breakfast out? Couple of places we can stop at on our way to Mountain Park, if you still want to go, that is. I ... I could drop you off at your truck.” Now faced with going back out into life, away from the bedroom, he felt his nerves quiver anew. He told himself not to worry, but it sure didn’t help.

“I’ll have to get dressed for that,” Jake practically whined.

“Jake,” Brandon said.

“Hmm?” Jake asked with wide eyes as he looked down at Brandon.

Fulfilling a hidden want, Brandon reached up to place long fingers upon Jake’s forehead, sliding them down over his eyes and cheekbones with a feather-light touch until they rested on Jake’s lips. Jake’s eyes closed automatically and his lips formed a smile. He opened his eyes to look up at Brandon and kissed his fingertips.

And Brandon knew without a doubt. He was in love. Oh. Fuck. A. Duck.

“Okay?” Jake asked with a small smile as he gave the fingertips a nip.

No. Not okay. Not okay by a hell of a long way. But what could he do about it now? So Brandon just nodded as his heart swelled in the quiet of the moment. “I’m afraid you will have to get dressed,” he said apologetically. “Would be quite the stir if you were mobbed nude in the Waffle House.”

“Waffle House,” Jake echoed dubiously. “Ooh! Waffles!” he beamed as if the idea had just occurred to him. “Yeah, okay,” he grunted as he pushed up and kissed Brandon before climbing out of the bed.

Brandon looked after him incredulously. Where did Jake hide all this when he was at school? Was it a case of every action having a complete and opposite reaction? Sure seemed like it. He sighed and swung himself out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Jake slid into a comfortable pair of old track pants and rummaged for a T-shirt and sweatshirt as Brandon disappeared into the bathroom. “You need more clothes, right?” he called as he pulled out another pair of pants and searched for more.

“Yeah,” Brandon shouted back from the bathroom as he took the time for a decent cleanup, deciding to skip a shower because he didn’t want to wash Jake’s scent off. Then he froze, staring at himself in the mirror. “Man. You have it bad ,” he told himself aloud.

“I have what?” Jake called, straining to hear while yanking out an old sweatshirt that had his worn fraternity symbols on the front.

Brandon’s eyes bugged out. “Ah. Nothing important,” he said back, tossing the washcloth he’d been using into the nearby hamper.

Jake ducked his head around the corner of the bathroom door and grinned. “I thought you said I had a nice ass,” he teased with a wink, throwing the man the clean clothes.

“You do have a nice ass,” Brandon agreed, catching the clothes against his chest and starting to put them on. “Maybe I should get to know it better,” he chanced. He’d been more than happy to be fucked several times so far, but he was curious whether Jake would want the same. Better to hint or ask outright than be shot down in an attempt.

Jake laughed and ducked back out of sight. Brandon heard a few rummaging sounds and soon Jake reappeared and tossed a little tube of ‘travel-size’ lubricant at him, grinning widely. “Put that in your knapsack for the trip to your place,” he snickered before disappearing again.

Brandon looked at the bottle he’d bobbled to catch and got a wide, silly grin on his face.