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Chapter Seven

Brandon grinned as the kids pumped their fists in the air and cheered at closing out the final inning on a win. He jogged over to join the line as the two teams passed each other, slapping hands and congratulating each other. He had a few words with the other team’s assistant coach and then headed back to the dugout to start packing up equipment. It had been a great game, in his opinion, with most all of the players staying invested and focused.

“They can do that,” Jake told him after Brandon had started on the equipment. He was smiling slightly, patting kids on the back as they passed by him, telling them first what they had done right and then what they could do better next time.

Sitting down on the bench, Brandon watched the kids pass by, complimenting them on particular plays he remembered, taking high fives. It pleased him how much the team accepted him. With that thought, his eyes strayed to Jake. During the game, he’d been able to stay focused. But now there was nothing to keep him from thinking highly inappropriate thoughts about the head coach in a high school setting.

Jake glanced down at Brandon and met his eyes, looking at him for a much longer time than he probably should have. The curl of nervous anticipation he hadn’t felt for a very long time had started as soon as the last inning began, and he had been damn lucky that his boys were well-trained and could play without a heavy hand from the dugout. He was nervous enough that he thought he might be ill, but the excitement overpowered that feeling. It was one that came when you were about to get something you never thought you could possibly get. Jake didn’t get that feeling often, and he intended to enjoy it. Every time he looked at Brandon, it got stronger.

Catching the look in Jake’s eyes, Brandon swallowed hard and got up to help with the equipment again. He couldn’t sit still under that scrutiny, not if he was to have any hope of walking even somewhat normally. He chatted idly with a couple of the sophomores who were toting bats, and when they were done, he stood at the fence, leaning and looking out over the field as he listened to the cars depart.

Jake made one last survey of the dugout, making certain there was no trash or sunflower seeds or God knew what else on the ground as he closed up the equipment storage. He stepped out of the dugout and looked over the field, his eyes dark under the brim of his hat, his clipboard and scorebook under his arm. He half expected Brandon to have bolted. They’d both had a lot of time to think about what they had started in the heat of the moment, and Jake quite frankly wouldn’t have blamed the man for running scared. He turned to look over the right side of the field, and his stomach jumped as he saw Brandon leaning against the fence. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself, he turned and began to walk slowly over to him.

The early afternoon had been tense. Not bad tense, just tense. As the kids started arriving it got easier, and time passed. Then the game ended, and now Brandon could feel that banked tension transforming into butterflies as he watched the sun sinking in the early evening sky. He wondered if Jake would invite him back over to finish what they started. He wondered if Jake would leave without even speaking to him. He squeezed his eyes shut and made his own wish, though it would make his life much more complex. God help him, he wanted Jake.

Jake’s footsteps were silent as he came up to Brandon, and he looked around them carefully before leaning his elbows against the fence. Their arms barely brushed as he turned his head to watch the last few cars leave the lot.

The fence gave slightly and Brandon knew who it was. Every nerve in his body jumped to attention and nearly screamed, thinking about Jake being this close. He drew in a shaky breath and opened his eyes, turning his chin to look at the other man, hoping his face was composed. He knew he couldn’t do anything about the desire in his eyes.

Jake licked his lips and then turned his head to meet Brandon’s eyes with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile. When he was nervous he immediately sank back into his comfort zone, and his comfort zone was smiling and joking. “I hear you have a hot date tonight,” he drawled to the man with a glint to his black eyes.

Brandon blinked and chuckled, his nerves popping. “Yeah, well, I got lucky, I guess.”

“Not yet you didn’t,” Jake snickered as he leaned into Brandon and nudged him a little. Lips pursing, Brandon’s eyes flashed with heated amusement, and he stuck the tip of his tongue out in comment. “Don’t tempt me,” Jake growled as he leaned closer. He was all too aware that they were not anywhere near being in a private place, and he wanted to get to one. Now. “Care for a beer?” he asked in a low voice as he met Brandon’s eyes with a little glint.

Brandon really didn’t want to wait that long. “How about a shower first?” he suggested as he pushed himself away from the fence, walking backward toward the gym, eyes locked on the other man. He didn’t know how he found it in himself to be so bold, but something about the heat Jake infused in him gave him unusual courage.

That anticipatory twist of nerves hit Jake again, and he found himself following Brandon as if the man had latched a hook through his nose. “Getting clean is begging for trouble,” he warned in a low voice, his big shoulders rolling as he practically prowled forward.

Successfully getting Jake to follow, Brandon’s breathing picked up as his arousal returned in full force. He swallowed and licked his lips. “Didn’t say anything about getting clean,” he taunted before turning and jogging across the parking lot to the doors leading inside.

Jake growled under his breath and looked left and right, assuring himself that no one was left in the back of the campus before starting off across the lot after Brandon. Was he actually considering doing something on the school grounds? Yes. Yes, he was. The fact that they could easily be caught seemed to only make it more arousing.

Brandon pushed through the double doors and made directly for the visitors’ locker room, turning at the door to wait, just long enough to see if Jake would continue to follow. He had no idea how he thought they could do this—this, whatever it would be. More kisses? And more, he suspected and hoped. And right here at school. Dear God, he was a total slut. He swept into the locker room and checked around, making sure it was empty. Jake stalked in after him, trusting that Brandon had cleared the room ahead of him, and he grabbed Brandon as soon as he stepped through the door and kissed him hungrily.

The heat flared out of control and Brandon clutched at Jake. The only thing that would have made it more intense would have been Jake pushing him against the lockers. And he wasn’t sure that still wouldn’t happen.

Jake knew on a basic level that they couldn’t fuck in here. But holy hell, that was what he wanted just then. He let his hands travel over Brandon’s body shamelessly as he kissed him and it just wasn’t enough. He yanked at Brandon’s jersey, hearing a seam rip somewhere and not caring as he continued to pull at it and kiss the man messily. It still wasn’t enough, and he pushed Brandon toward the nearest hard surface, slamming him brutally against the empty bulletin board.

Brandon thought he’d died and gone to heaven when his back hit the wall and his choked cry of approval was lost in Jake’s voracious mouth. He could feel the coach’s hands all over him, and Brandon wanted to do the same. His fingers dug into the waistband to drag Jake’s jersey and Under Armour free so he could slide his hands up onto hot skin.

Jake growled in response, pushing Brandon harder against the wall and sliding his hands up the man’s body to tangle in his hair. Brandon wailed softly and clutched at him, spreading his legs to a wider stance so Jake could push closer. And Jake did, insinuating himself between Brandon’s spread legs and growling ferally as he reached down to hitch Brandon up off the ground. He pressed him against the wall hard, holding him up more with the force of his body than with any strength in his arms.

“Oh God, yes,” Brandon hissed, head thrown back as he held onto Jake’s shoulders and wrapped his long legs around him, and he moaned aloud as their groins rammed together. He spared a thankful prayer for neither of them wearing a cup today and squeezed his legs tighter.

“Wildcat,” Jake teased breathlessly as he licked at Brandon’s neck and nipped at the tender skin.

Brandon laughed desperately, moving to catch Jake’s face between his hands and dropping his head to kiss him, unable to get enough of the taste of him. It was as if that first tentative kiss had unleashed all the longing and desire inside Brandon, and now it was boiling over uncontrollably. Jake groaned into the kiss, a plaintive sound that spoke of the desire to get Brandon naked and in bed with lube and condoms so he could do all kinds of dirty things to him.

Lips sliding apart, Brandon dove back in, sliding his tongue over teeth into Jake’s mouth to tangle with his tongue. It was sloppy and hurried and hot and Brandon couldn’t imagine it being any different. He was pinned against the wall with Jake grinding against him, and it was the best he’d felt in he couldn’t remember when. A goddamn wet dream come true. He pulled back, panting. “We staying here or not?” he rasped.

“I dunno,” Jake panted in answer, “I can’t think. What are you thinking?” he asked breathlessly before diving back in for another kiss.

Brandon’s words disappeared into Jake’s mouth before they pulled apart again. “Jesus, can’t think of anything but you,” he swore, biting his lip and moaning as Jake rubbed against him again.

Jake moved back slightly and eased Brandon back to his feet. His hands began to tug at Brandon’s belt, easily getting it loose and unfastening the pants underneath. “We’ll go back to the house,” he breathed as he pushed Brandon’s pants down, then slid his hands under the man’s briefs and began to push them down as well. “As soon as we take care of this,” he murmured, wrapping long fingers around Brandon’s erection.

Brandon choked on a gasp as a strong hand covered him, and his eyes rolled back into his head. “Jake, damn!” he hissed, jerking helplessly into his fist as he clung to the taller man’s shoulders. Any remaining lucid thought dissipated.

“Keep your feet,” Jake ordered in his coach’s voice as he began to sink in front of Brandon. Brandon’s eyes flew open, huge, and all he could do was whimper. Jake’s knees hit the cheap locker room carpet, and he gripped each of Brandon’s hips with his hands and looked up at the man. Without waiting for any sort of response he pulled slightly at Brandon’s hips and opened his mouth wide, letting the motion essentially force Brandon to thrust into his mouth.

“Unnghhh!” was Brandon’s response as his head banged back against the cork board. This was so far above and beyond what he’d ever imagined that he was swiftly losing control—this was going to be embarrassingly short. But fuck all if he cared! He was gonna go off like a fucking rocket at this rate. “Jake...” he gasped, voice deep and needy.

Jake smiled around the man’s cock and plunged his head deeper. His hope was that Brandon would come quickly, and he could drag him home and spend the rest of the night doing more unseemly things to him. He also gave a passing thought to wishing he had locked that door when he’d come in, but soon he was overpowered by the erotic joy of sliding his tongue around the head of the man’s cock. He hummed long and loud and wrapped his arms around Brandon’s hips.

“Jesus!” Brandon yelled before slapping one hand to his mouth, biting on the heel of his hand as he thrust forward. Almost ... almost ... The world spun around him, and the only thing holding him down was Jake. The orgasm threatened suddenly and he pawed at the other man’s shoulders. “Jake—Jake!” he tried to warn.

The rasping calls only spurred Jake on, and he lifted up slightly, tilting his head and sucking as he wrapped one hand around the base of Brandon’s cock.

Looking down at Jake was the wrong thing to do if Brandon wanted to stave off the explosion, and with a snap of his hips and a gasping mewl he came so hard he saw spots. It seemed to go on and on, and he had to remember how to breathe when it finally ended.

Jake swallowed as his fingers dug into Brandon’s hips. He was breathing heavily through his nose, and his heart was racing as his body throbbed needily. One last lick and he pulled his head back, looking up at Brandon in fascination as the man tried to regain his breath.

The cold air on his hot skin got Brandon’s attention, and he opened glazed eyes to peer down at Jake, speechless. He truly couldn’t string together two words at this moment, much less two sentences.

Jake grinned up at him and kissed his bare hip sloppily, then licked his lips and settled down on his heels. “You’re gonna have to help me up,” he told the man with a laugh.

Brandon stared at him blankly for a few seconds and managed a weak laugh. He braced his ass against the wall and leaned over to slide an arm under each of Jake’s to help him to his feet.

Jake took the opportunity as soon as he was on his feet to fall into Brandon’s arms, pressing him against the wall again and kissing him roughly. He wanted more, but he knew waiting until they at least got to his house would be well worth the five minutes it would take to get there. He hoped it would, anyway, because it was very plausible that he wouldn’t make it that far.

Totally pliant, Brandon relaxed completely against Jake, smiling against the mouth that practically ravaged his. Replete, he purred and rubbed against the coach sinuously.

Jake groaned wantonly and gripped Brandon tighter. “I can’t fuck you here,” he practically whined.

Brandon would have fallen over right then and there if it weren’t for Jake holding him up. “Then take me somewhere you can,” he urged, already reaching to pull up his briefs and pants. Jake continued to kiss him as he fumbled to help with his clothes, finally reaching down to yank his belt off so he wouldn’t have to deal with it.

“Come on,” he breathed as he grabbed Brandon’s hand and tugged him toward the door. “Whichever car’s closest, I don’t care,” he growled. “We’ll steal one if we have to,” he declared, pushing Brandon ahead of him through the door.

Brandon laughed in disbelief, but let Jake push him along before digging in his heels. “Wait, keys, I need car keys!” he exclaimed.

Jake growled in frustration and flopped his hands around. “Well!” he demanded impatiently. “We’ll hotwire it,” he exclaimed with eyes that sparkled mischievously.

Brandon laughed again, a richer, fuller sound. “Just hang on a sec.” He loped back to the locker room, turned the corner and snagged his back pack, emerging with it while digging for the keys, which he held up with a triumphant, “Ah ha!” Jake watched the man light up and grinned at him, wanting him even more. “Come on!” Brandon said, grabbing Jake’s arm and pulling him out to the parking lot and toward the Jetta, where he threw the bag in the back seat and climbed in.

It was the shortest mile on record. They hit that damn stoplight just right and got to Jake’s house in 96 seconds, a new land-speed record, and Brandon barely had the car in park before Jake was out the door. Brandon grabbed the keys and his backpack and launched out of the vehicle, following the other man up the front steps.

It took Jake a bit of fumbling with the key before he remembered that they’d left the door unlocked, and he shoved it open and pulled Brandon into the house. Once again he was tugging at the man’s clothing, tearing the jersey even further as he yanked at it and pushed Brandon toward the staircase. “Nice driving,” he grunted as his hands wandered, slowing their progress but enjoyable all the same.

“Thanks,” Brandon said breathlessly as he tried to unfasten the buttons on Jake’s jersey. But he finally stopped and forced Jake’s arms up so he could pull both the jersey and Under Armour over his head, knocking his cap to the floor as well. The sight of all those muscles made Brandon get aroused again. He had no problem figuring out what it was about Jake that was driving him wild—his forcible nature, his strength, his hard body, his passion. “I was motivated,” he added, starting in on Jake’s belt before his hands got smacked.

“I’ll show you motivated,” Jake growled, herding Brandon up the stairs and down the hall. “Faster,” he snarled as he shoved Brandon into the bedroom and pushed him toward the bed.

Brandon’s face flushed and his eyes glazed again as Jake took control. He stumbled back to the bed, kicked off his shoes and pulled his jersey and shirt over his head, tossing them to the floor. Christ. He wanted this so badly he could taste it, taste Jake on him and in him and around him. We’re totally nuts to be doing this , some residual voice of reason told him. Brandon pretty much kicked it aside and ignored it.

Jake stood at the end of the bed and watched Brandon get rid of his shirts hungrily. He was waiting until he could really pounce on the man, just like he had wanted to do that day in the locker room. He pushed his own pants down and stepped out of them, sliding his briefs down next and kicking them away as he stalked closer.

Focusing on stripping off his pants, briefs and blue socks, Brandon straightened to see Jake walking toward him, face set and eyes flaming. He was stunned by the other man’s body—he’d known it was muscled and firm and big all over, but he’d had no idea. “Christ,” he breathed. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Jake barked a laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing a little as he got closer. “Quit talking about yourself,” he scolded as he slid his hands over bare skin and shivered in anticipation.

Making note of how Jake played off his words, Brandon slid his arms around the other man, bringing their bodies into contact. All over. He moaned. “I believe you mentioned fucking?” he said weakly against Jake’s ear.

Jake made a noise that he wasn’t sure he’d ever made before. Something between a whimper and a moan that ended up just sounding pitiful. “Yes,” he groaned softly, pressing his lips to Brandon’s neck and sliding his hands experimentally down the man’s back. “Does that interest you?” he asked cheekily, his voice gusting over Brandon’s skin.

Brandon jabbed Jake in the ribs. “You said it first, Thundercat,” he prodded. “You gonna make good or not?”

“Oh Christ, not if you keep calling me that,” Jake groaned as he pressed himself hard into Brandon and toppled them both to the bed.

Laughing all the way down, Brandon wrapped his arms and legs around Jake and clung close. “Why not?” he mock-whined. “If you don’t like it, tell me something else I can call you to ‘crank you up’,” he teased, invoking one of the popular cheers.

“Are you trying to kill the hard-on?” Jake asked incredulously as he pinned Brandon’s elbows. “Is this some sort of long-term revenge for something I did to you in high school? ‘Cause I have to say,” he murmured, kissing along Brandon’s jaw, “bravo for patience.”

Brandon snickered and shook his head, shifting under Jake to press up against the thick, hard length digging into his thigh. “You have no problem with this hard-on,” he said. “And my highly vaunted patience is quickly waning. I can’t imagine what state yours must be in.”

Jake pushed up and looked down at Brandon with a grin. “Are you saying I’m impatient?” he asked as he reached for the drawer in the side table. His fingers brushed the handle, and he growled and stretched harder.

Hard put not to laugh again, Brandon pressed his lips together and instead gave Jake an apologetic look.

“Shut up,” Jake huffed as he bent his head to kiss him again, a brief refill before pushing back up and reaching again for the drawer. “Damn it!” he swore, finally letting go of Brandon and crawling the tiny bit more he needed to open the drawer.

He couldn’t hold it back. Brandon convulsed with laughter as Jake climbed over him. And since he had the opportunity, he groped.

“Now you’re laughing at me!” Jake cried as he got his hands on the lube and the box of condoms and then smacked them down on the mattress beside Brandon’s head.

Brandon sat up and pushed his way into Jake’s arms. “Sex is supposed to be fun, Jake. Enjoy it,” he said with an honest smile.

“Enjoy it, damn, but don’t laugh,” Jake muttered with a grin, nuzzling against Brandon’s cheek. “You could injure my manhood,” he purred into Brandon’s ear as his hands slid over Brandon’s skin slowly.

Humming with pleasure, Brandon moved to close a hand around Jake’s considerable ‘manhood’. “I’ll just nurse it back to health,” he drawled, stroking the thickened cock slowly. “Feels healthy enough to me.” Somewhere inside, Brandon was stunned by his forwardness in this whole encounter. All he could think of to explain it was how right it felt. Exciting, explosive and right.

Jake groaned and pushed his hips against Brandon’s hand. “Oh God,” he moaned against Brandon’s cheek, all desire to joke gone as the lust overpowered him. He panted and moved to kiss the man again, murmuring, “I’ve wanted you for weeks now.”

Brandon kissed him back, their mouths open and wet, digging the fingers of his free hand into Jake’s shoulder while his other hand continued to move. “I’m here now,” he said in a voice shaking with desire.

The words sent another shiver through Jake and he reached down to grab Brandon’s hand before he got carried away. He reached for the lubricant and hovered over Brandon, looking down at him seriously as he spread his legs further apart with his knee. “I’m going to fuck you now, Brandon,” he murmured, “unless you stop me.”

Brandon looked up into dark, serious, hungry eyes, not even trying to pull loose. “Not stopping you. I want it too,” he breathed.

Jake kissed him hard, the hand holding the tube traveling down to tug at Brandon’s thigh. He pushed up again, breaking the kiss regretfully, and squeezed out a line of the clear lubricant onto his finger as his eyes devoured Brandon. Without giving him time to second guess, Jake adjusted his position and kissed Brandon again, slowly this time, using a well-practiced finger to massage tense muscles.

Sighing long and low, Brandon pulled his legs further apart, one folding up against Jake’s side. He kissed Jake, hard, not wanting him to stop. Ever . “More, please, more,” he gasped against warm lips.

Jake practically snarled against Brandon’s lips and pressed his fingers inside, roughly. Brandon jerked under him with a cry of approval, tilting his hips up closer to Jake’s hand. Jake bit lightly at Brandon’s lower lip and twisted his fingers brutally, tangling his free fingers in the man’s hair when Brandon started to shift under him, trying to snap up his hips. Brandon shifted both legs even further apart, heels digging into the mattress as his body took over, leaving him to pant and make rasping cries with each plunge of Jake’s fingers.

Jake’s breaths came in painfully short gasps as he ran his tongue along Brandon’s teeth. Any inclination he possessed toward going slow flew completely out the window with Brandon’s cries. After another brutal twist of his fingers, he grunted demandingly and thrust his hips forward. If Brandon wasn’t ready, Jake wasn’t sure he cared at this point.

Shaking all over, Brandon dragged his eyes open as he practically wailed under Jake’s ministrations. “Oh fuck...” he bit off, voice gone dark and low. “Do it, for God’s sake! Please !” he urged, convinced he was about to go insane, and it would only get better.

Jake made another whimpering sound that he hoped at least sounded a little bit like a growl, and he pulled his fingers out and swiped them through the rest of the lube on Brandon’s thigh. “Roll over,” he breathed as he pushed back to kneel between Brandon’s legs and wrapped his lubed fingers around his own cock.

Dragging in deep breaths, Brandon pulled up one knee so he could move, and he climbed to his knees, bracing himself on his forearms near the headboard. If this went as he hoped, he’d be hanging onto that headboard very, very soon. He looked back over one shoulder, arrested by the sight of Jake—absolutely fucking gorgeous, built and very well-endowed Jake—moving behind him.

Jake shivered involuntarily as he watched Brandon move. Christ, was he really preparing to fuck him? Jake shook off the slight misgivings and placed his hand on the small of Brandon’s back and edged forward behind him. His fingers dragged across the skin, leaving behind red trails as Jake guided himself closer. “Ready?” he panted.

Brandon nodded, meeting Jake’s eyes. “Yeah,” he said, arching to press harder against Jake’s hand. He wanted this so much .

Jake pressed the head of his cock against Brandon and watched the line of his shoulders as after a couple of tries he pushed slowly in. He groaned softly and his fingers curled against Brandon’s skin. Gripping Brandon’s hips, he flexed his own forward slowly, groaning again and unable to stop himself from rocking deeper.

Brandon gasped, tensing for a long moment, then relaxed, letting Jake in. It was an incredible feeling. Pleasure and pain because Jake was certainly the biggest he’d taken. He moaned Jake’s name and shifted back, trying to ease the ache and burn.

Jake gripped Brandon’s hips harder and pushed further into him, finally groaning out loud as the throb in his groin increased from the tightness. “If you keep moving this won’t last long,” he groaned roughly as he pushed his hand up the back of Brandon’s spine and leaned over him.

“Oh God—not the ‘move; don’t move’ thing again,” Brandon groaned, digging his fingers into the sheets as he tried to stay still.

“I didn’t tell you not to move,” Jake responded in a tight voice as he thrust forward slowly. “Just that it’ll be quick,” he groaned, reaching around to glide his fingers over Brandon’s balls.

Brandon arched and shoved back in response to his touch, crying out as Jake was pushed deeper. “Jesus,” he said weakly. “It’s gonna be quick and it’s still gonna kill me.” He could feel his cock aching, just barely brushing the bed below him with each of Jake’s pushes. It wasn’t enough stimulation yet.

Jake closed his eyes and breathed out deeply, knowing this felt incredible and different, but not sure why. He began to rock his hips slowly, his fingers digging into Brandon’s hip as his other hand encircled Brandon’s cock and squeezed. “Oh God,” Jake growled as he rubbed his thumb over the head. His stomach coiled and his groin throbbed pleasantly. “I see no reason to extend this past the few fucking seconds it’ll take for me to come,” he ground out as he pulled out, little by little. He rocked there as the pleasure continued to coil, and then he slammed into the man with a powerful snap of his hips.

Brandon’s ecstatic yell echoed off the walls as he quivered under Jake, all the clenching and knotting in his groin pulling tighter and tighter. Jake’s hand around him was just that much more working to tip him over the edge. “A few seconds,” he gasped out. His voice was thinned and borderline wild.

Jake’s free hand gripped Brandon’s ribs, slid down his side and back up to grab his shoulder and hold him still as Jake hit his rhythm. His hips rolled against Brandon’s ass and he thrust deeper and harder, working himself closer to completion, his hand massaging Brandon in the same punishing rhythm. His body flushed with heat and he bit his lip as he pounded into the other man even harder. “Fuck!” Jake shouted, his fingers digging in at Brandon’s collarbone. “Brandon,” he gasped, lowering his forehead to the man’s sweaty shoulder and whimpering as his orgasm rushed through him.

He’d remember the sound of his name on Jake’s lips for a long time, Brandon thought as he slid into orgasm with a deceptively soft gasp, moaning with each pulse as the fingers wrapped around him kept moving, extending the sensations until he trembled all over.

Jake’s body convulsed violently as he emptied himself into the man, his teeth sinking lightly into Brandon’s shoulder while he rode out the waves. He stayed like that for a long moment as his ears buzzed and head swam, until he pushed up and carefully pulled out of Brandon’s body. He flopped to his side with a groan and sprawled.

Once Jake moved, Brandon collapsed in place and fell to his side, curled up facing Jake and breathing hard. He was still seeing stars and he could still feel where Jake’s cock had been inside him. He moaned, stretched, and shifted his hips, feeling wet warmth trickle out, and he turned his face into the sheets to moan again, fingers clutching in the quilt. Fuck if that wasn’t the sexiest result of an incredibly hot fucking. It was nearly enough to get him hard again.

Jake lay next to him, breathing hard and utterly spent even though his mind was telling him to get up and do something. Preferably that, again. Eventually he turned his head to look at Brandon, chest rising and falling heavily as he tried to recapture his breath. “Fuck,” he groaned, raking his eyes over his partner. God, Brandon looked incredible; stretched out and glistening with sweat, face pressed into the sheets, hair loose and a mess, practically writhing from their fucking. “Fuck,” Jake offered again, this time a little more reverently.

Brandon opened hooded, dazed eyes to see Jake next to him, and the hunger that swamped him anew was inhuman. How was it possible for him to be so intensely attracted to this man? He lifted a shaky hand and reached out to touch Jake’s chest with his fingertips, just to make sure. He didn’t think there was any way this was a dream, not with his ass aching, his head spinning, and slick, warm come leaking between his thighs.

Jake folded his hand over Brandon’s and closed his eyes as he tried to slow his breathing. “Fuck,” he repeated for a third time. “God, you’re incredible,” he murmured without opening his eyes.

Brandon’s pulse slowly ratcheted down, and he gazed at the other man in wonder, a slightly amused smile tilting his lips at the continued profanity. He didn’t know what he’d done to catch Jake’s attention, but he hoped like hell he could keep doing it. He felt Jake’s heart beating under his fingers, and the time seemed to stretch as he lifted that hand, taking Jake’s with it, to lightly trace the other man’s cheekbone and jaw. The tenderness almost seemed out of place, but he couldn’t help himself. It occurred to Brandon that he’d really like to be held right about now, but he didn’t know if Jake would go for it after the rough, frenzied, and mind-blowing sex.

Jake’s eyes opened as Brandon began to move, and he turned his head to the side to meet Brandon’s eyes as the man’s warm hand slid over the lines of his face. He gripped Brandon’s wrist hard, stopping the motion, and he gave the arm a little tug instead. “C’mere,” he growled, stretching his other arm out to the side and under Brandon’s neck.

Startling when Jake’s hand tightened, Brandon wondered if Jake was reading his mind. He scooted over close to Jake’s chest, curling his arm over his waist, laying his head on Jake’s shoulder and sighing. Jake rested his chin on top of Brandon’s head, wrapping his arms around the man as if they had done this a thousand times before. His thumb slowly slid back and forth over the side of Brandon’s wrist as he held it, and he wedged his foot in between Brandon’s ankles, burrowing his toes under the warmth of the other man. The fingers of his other hand slowly stroked up and down Brandon’s shoulder.

The warmth of Jake’s body lulled Brandon into a doze. He felt very safe and very comfortable, and he was sure he didn’t want to move anytime soon. Although he knew he had things he could—even should—be doing, none of them held any appeal. He sleepily mused that they had not only tonight, but tomorrow, and it seemed too good to be true.

Jake lowered his head slightly to breathe in the scent of sex and dirt and shampoo. Finally adjusted and comfortable, he sighed heavily and opened his eyes again.

Sitting unobtrusively on the corner of the mattress was the little box of condoms.

Jake lay there staring at the box for a long while, too comfortable to actually move anything to reach for them. He wasn’t all too concerned, if he were honest with himself. He should be, he knew. Jake had truly forgotten them, overcome by lust that had apparently sucked his brains out of his ears. But Brandon had forgotten them, too, and Jake didn’t want to cut this short by pointing it out and sending the other man into a panic. Panic could come later, maybe. Along with the other panics that their little tryst would no doubt produce in them both. Until then, Jake closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against Brandon’s forehead, practically purring as he held the man.

The quiet rumbling made Brandon smile, and he turned his chin slightly to press his lips against Jake’s throat. He floated in a pleasant haze he knew would end, but for now he would soak up as much of it as he could get, just in case. Jake tilted his head and rolled slightly, catching Brandon’s lips with his own and kissing him gently. Brandon sighed against warm lips, the languid kiss pushing away the wakefulness that approached. It was so easy to just push everything away while he was in Jake’s arms. His chest began to tighten as he had the thought that this might be it. One time to get it out of their systems. Brandon already knew once wouldn’t be enough for him.

Jake fought with himself over whether to bring the issue up now or to leave it until they weren’t happily tangled together in bed. He wished his better senses would have told him to speak out with it as soon as possible, but Jake didn’t really have better senses. He pulled Brandon closer to him and kissed him harder before murmuring a teasing, “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” Brandon mock-whined in protest. Jake kissed him again and rolled until he was on top of the man once more. He pushed up onto his elbows to look down at him.

Brandon opened his eyes as he rolled and looked up at Jake, the last of the lassitude draining away. Time to face the music, he thought regretfully.

Jake smiled slightly and settled back down, his thumb gliding over Brandon’s lower lip as he slid his other fingers into his hair. “Hi,” he offered softly.

Brandon blinked. That wasn’t what he’d expected. He smiled tentatively. “Hi,” he whispered back, placing his hands along the small of Jake’s back.

Jake bent his head to kiss Brandon slowly, one last time, and nuzzled his nose against his cheek briefly before whispering, “We have a small problem.”

Tensing, Brandon wished, wished, wished this didn’t have to happen. “We do?” he murmured.

Jake nodded and lifted his head, looking up at the corner of the bed and reaching slowly to snag the edge of the box. He settled back onto his elbows, Brandon still securely beneath him, and waved the box through the air with a little flick of his wrist.

Brandon frowned as Jake shifted, and he followed the other man’s movement until he could focus on the box. He stared at it for a moment, connected it with the stickiness between his legs, and his brows shot up. He pressed his lips together to stifle a laugh. “Um,” he offered. “Some health teacher I am.”

“I’ve found that you laugh at rather inappropriate times,” Jake observed with some amusement. He chucked the box over the edge of the bed and bent to press a kiss to the side of Brandon’s neck before flopping to his side again.

The science teacher chuckled and covered his face with both hands before groaning in resignation. “Do I need to be worried?” he asked calmly after pulling his hands away. He really didn’t think so, but you never knew. He also wondered how the hell he’d keep a straight face when he gave the standard safe sex lecture at school.

“No,” Jake answered immediately, not asking the question in return. If the answer had been a yes then Brandon wouldn’t be quite so calm, he reasoned. “I’m sorry,” he offered sincerely. “I don’t usually get carried away like that.”

Brandon smiled. “Well, I’m rather glad I inspired it, actually. You don’t need to worry, either,” he added. It had been far too long and too many standard checkups ago to even think about, he added silently.

Jake couldn’t help but smirk slightly as he snaked his arm across Brandon’s waist. “So, Mr. Health Teacher,” he teased in a low voice. “Practice what we preach, huh?” he snickered, pulling himself closer to nuzzle Brandon’s neck. The relief over it not being a big deal was enough to make him a little giddy.

Brandon rolled his eyes and groaned, but he still hugged Jake close. “I’m going to hear about this for awhile, aren’t I?” he drawled before thinking. He stiffened. What if there wasn’t awhile?

“Oh yeah,” Jake laughed gleefully. “If I’m still Thundercat after fifteen years, you’ll be hearing about this for at least as long.”

Brandon’s pulse raced again at the implication, and he just looked at Jake’s smile until he couldn’t resist kissing it.

Jake groaned in surprise and tightened his hand in Brandon’s hair. They kissed for a long moment that stretched on and on, and Jake found himself in serious danger of enjoying it just a little too much. “Stay here tonight,” he requested impulsively.

Brandon gazed at him, recognizing the fact he wanted nothing more. He was already in so, so deep. There wasn’t going to be any way to save himself anyway. “Okay,” he agreed quietly.

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