Chapter 14

Brandon

A ndrew felt off, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to improve his mood as we stumbled back into his bedroom. We could talk more about what was bothering him afterward. Something told me he needed this distraction, anyway.

His apartment was so much smaller than mine, a tiny studio compared to the two-bedroom place my parents helped me pay for. Andrew was so proud of the fact that he could afford it on his own, but he was worried about his hours being cut back because Seattle was stupidly expensive.

The worries about job hours and all that other nonsense disappeared when I fell back on his bed. I was in awe of the naked man in front of me. Andrew was only half hard, but even now, he was so damn sexy. I was pissed that I’d waited so long for this. When he climbed onto the bed with me, I stopped him with a hand on his hip.

“What are you doing?” His question came out husky and full of gravel. I enjoyed hearing him so turned on, making tingles race through me, knowing it was me who made him that way.

Instead of answering him, I leaned forward and nuzzled into that space where his balls and groin met. My glasses pushed up my face, and I tossed them onto the comforter in irritation before going back to give his gorgeous cock attention. He growled and wrapped a hand into my hair.

Andrew always had a pleasant smell, but fresh from the shower, he carried the aroma of soap and something so characteristically him I wanted to bottle the scent up and wear it. Let people really know that I was his.

My tongue dragged along the crease of his balls before traveling up to the tip. His dick jolted as my hand wrapped around it as I continued to rain small kisses along the side of the length.

He was warm, heavy, and long. Perfect for me. When my lips wrapped around his tip, Andrew let out a hiss. His hips bucked, and I didn’t try to stop him. His cockhead hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag, but I coughed around the momentary burn and kept going. My lips sealed around him, and I sucked until my cheeks hollowed out. My head bobbed as Andrew moaned.

Turning him on had the heat racing through me, so I scrambled to undo my own pants. My dick was rock hard and desperate for relief. The second I was free from the confines of my pants, Andrew pulled back from me and I blinked in confusion at the empty space where he’d been standing in front of me.

“Lie back.”

“Wha—what? ”

Andrew chuckled. “Lie back. I want to do it, too.”

Oh shit. Okay. We were really going to blow each other. I liked giving head. I had been more than happy to do that for guys I had been with in the past, but it was rare for them to return the favor. It had been mind-blowing when Andrew had done it the other day, and he wanted to do it again now. No way I’d tell him no.

I quickly stood and shucked my pants and underwear down my legs before lying back on the bed as Andrew lay opposite me.

I shouldn’t be this nervous. I’d just had his dick in my mouth for crying out loud. Maybe it was the prospect that we were doing this at the same time? People did this. It wasn’t weird, but my palms grew sweaty the longer I stared at his dick in front of my face.

“Is everything okay?”

I laughed and scooted closer, wrapping my hand around the base of his erection. “It’s fine.”

“Well, don’t laugh at it.”

I couldn’t help the chuckle that still worked its way free of my chest. That chuckle quickly turned to a groan when Andrew grabbed hold of my length and ran his tongue from root to tip.

My brain was back in the game and my lips were back around his head as I sucked him down as far as I could. Andrew’s moan vibrated around my cock as he copied my movements. This was unreal and perfect as we worked in tandem to bring each other to the brink of orgasm .

Like they had a mind of their own, my hands moved and gripped Andrew’s ass, pulling him closer to my face. He doubled down his efforts, sucking me noisily. I wanted to focus on what he was doing to me, but it was hard when I wanted to give him just as much pleasure.

My mouth filled with drool as I continued to suck and lick at him, little bursts of salt melting on my tongue each time he pumped pre-cum into my mouth. I loved this. Wanted to do this all the time.

“Oh, fuck.” Andrew pulled off me for a moment, forehead resting against my thigh as I bobbed faster and faster over his dick. He had to be close if the way his breath panted against me was any indication.

I wanted his cum, wanted him to paint my throat. The taste of him needed to be branded into my memory.

“Coming.” And there it was, an explosion of salt and musk and everything so perfectly Andrew exploded, and I rushed to swallow it all down.

After he was done, Andrew pushed me onto my back once more. The warmth that surrounded my cock was perfection. I wouldn’t last much longer with the way he kept swirling his tongue along the ridge of my head.

On a low groan, I pumped my release into his perfect and waiting mouth .

We collapsed onto the bed, and Andrew pulled me into his chest. I traced lazy patterns across the designs there as he hummed his appreciation.

“Thank you. I needed that and you after the day I had.”

I hummed and kissed one tattoo before responding to him. “Did you have a bad day?”

He sighed heavily. “I almost quit today. People are the worst.”

We lay there in silence for a few moments as I processed what he’d said. Andrew wasn’t a quitter. Things got hard, but he never gave up, so things had to have gotten bad.

I rolled us so that Andrew was under me, and I straddled his lap. He blinked up at me. This was such a comfortable position, and I wanted to give him as much comfort as I could. His hands rested on my thighs as I thought of what to say.

“I’m sorry it was so rough. Never be afraid to tell me if you need me. I’m glad I surprised you.”

Andrew’s hips pushed up. His dick was half hard again, and it nudged the crease of my ass. My eyes widened as a blush raced down my face to my shoulders. I’d thought about fucking with him. Of course I had.

“I like surprises like this. And I’m thankful you came by.”

I rolled off him, because while I had no objection to more sex, we needed to talk about some things before that. I wanted to do everything with him, but I wanted them in a certain way.

“Andrew... ”

His eyebrows raised as he rolled to face me. “What is it?”

“Can you come with me tomorrow?” I chewed on my bottom lip as Andrew studied me.

“Where are we going?”

My heart rate picked up and I should be able to talk to him about these things. He’d come with me before because I always wanted to be safe, but I was worried about what he’d think when it came to him.

“I want to go to the clinic. Make sure everything is still all good.”

A smile spread across his face and I instantly felt better. The nerves settled and a different sort of tingle set in. “Yeah? Maybe I can get things checked out as well.”

I returned his grin. “I was hoping you would.”

“ A re you going to be okay?”

I laughed as Andrew squeezed my hand a little tighter. Needles and I were not friends, but it always helped when he came with me. This meant so much more now because I was doing this for him. We were doing it for each other .

A nurse came out and called me back. I asked if Andrew could come with me and explained that he was here for the same thing. She was friendly and allowed us to come back at the same time. We took turns in the chair and holding each other’s hands. The needle always looked fucking huge, but it was amazing how you never seemed to feel it. After we each completed a urine test, they sent us away with instructions that we would receive the results in a few days.

As we left the clinic, Andrew grabbed my hand and threaded his fingers with mine. A warmth spread through me as we walked down the street.

When Joe came out of a store, I froze, almost yanking my hand from Andrew’s grasp before I remembered that this was normal for us. Joe looked up at us and smiled, shoving a bag behind his back. It wasn’t suspicious at all, and all I had to do was look up to see that he’d come out of a camera store. Was he buying something for Aiden? And if he was, why was he trying to hide it?

“Hey guys!” Joe sounded strained and nervous, and the way he shifted back and forth showed that he was uncomfortable.

“What’s up, man?” Andrew held out his fist, as if to bump, and it took Joe a minute to reciprocate the motion. The whole encounter was awkward as hell. “What are you up to?”

Joe laughed awkwardly, pulling the bag from behind his back. “Just picking something up.”

“Are you getting a part for Aiden or something?” I asked .

Joe stared at me for a moment before it occurred to him that I was with them the other day when we’d met up at Seattle Center.

“Uh, yeah. That’s it. I’ve gotta get these to him, actually.” And just like that, he was darting down the sidewalk.

What the hell was he hiding?