6. Brady

"Doyou want to move to the bed?" Cole asked. His pink lips were slick from kissing, and Brady couldn't look away. He imagined them wrapped around his cock. He was imagining a lot of things at the moment, but he didn't want to get ahead of himself.

"Yes," Brady said. He wrapped Cole's loose tie around his hand to pull him in for another quick kiss, then pulled the end of his tie out of the knot and slipped it free from his collar. The only time he had ever taken off another man's tie was when one of his buddies had gotten too drunk, and he'd had to put them to bed mostly fully clothed, sans ties and shoes. He began working on Cole's shirt buttons, and he was happy that he wasn't nervous or scared. Well, maybe a little scared. Self-conscious about something he had never done before. Mostly, though, he was excited.

Cole was bare chested under his shirt, his body defined but not chiseled, smooth and hairless, unlike his own body. He caught the first hint of body hair when he made it to the final buttons and tugged the shirt out of Cole's pants. Dark hair trailed from his navel down, disappearing into his pants.

Allowing himself to look at a man and feel how aroused it made him was heady. Usually when he was around attractive men, he put a lot of energy into not noticing them. People who aren't attracted to men probably don't need to do that.

Brady dropped to his knees. Above him, Cole gasped. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he said. Brady didn't need the comfort.

Slowly, he opened Cole's pants and was greeted by his erection, straining against his black underwear. Black underwear. Was black underwear inherently sexy, or was Brady on a hair trigger? He pressed his face in close, taking in how good Cole smelled and nuzzling against his erection. Cole gasped, a hand coming down to cover himself.

"Fuck, stubble," Cole said. He threaded a hand into Brady's hair, tugging him slightly away from where he wanted his face to be.

"I'll be good," Brady promised, and Cole took his hands back, pressing them against the wall and out of the way. Brady held Cole's hips in place as he mouthed at him through his underwear, mindful of his stubble. His fingertips slid around the top elastic of Cole's briefs. There was only thin fabric in the way of having a cock in his mouth for the first time. He had to give himself a squeeze through his dress pants to take the edge off.

"Go on," Cole said, encouraging Brady along. He raked his fingers through his own hair, and it was messy. Brady felt like the most embarrassingly eager person on earth, but Cole looked just as needy.

He pulled Cole's underwear down slowly, until his erection sprang free. His underwear was bunched around his thighs, shirt open, thighs trembling already. Brady took a moment to admire Cole, hard and long and angry red at the tip. He didn't overthink it. He went for it, closing his mouth over the tip of Cole's erection.

Above him, Cole whined, one of his hands finding Brady's hair again, this time to keep him in place. Brady ran his tongue along the underside of Cole's cock, humming at how silky it felt. Cole shook as he exhaled.

"That feels so good. Too good."

Brady pulled off, and a string of saliva kept him connected to the shiny head of Cole's dick. Fuck. He was really doing this. "Do you want me to stop?"

Cole shook his head no. "Yes. Let's actually make it out of the entryway."

Since Brady was on his knees anyway, he unlaced Cole's shoes and helped him out of them. Then his socks. As Cole pushed the rest of his clothing all the way off, Brady got to work on his own buttons. He worked much faster when Cole walked over to the bed, his round ass on display. He had those little dimples above his ass, and when he threw a look over his shoulder to see how Brady was coming, Brady nearly tripped over his pants in his haste.

Be cool, he thought. He didn't want Cole to think he was a loser. He knew Brady hadn't been with a man before, but he didn't want Cole to think he was a virgin. He wanted him to think he was cool—to like him.

By the time Brady made it to the bed, he'd stripped bare. Cole pulled the blankets to the side and was waiting for him on his back, propped up on his elbows.

"You are… Wow," Brady said, his gaze tracking up and down Cole's body slowly. His cock was still shiny from Brady's mouth, and his own erection was aching. He didn't know what Cole had in mind for him, but he would take anything Cole gave him.

"I could say the same." Brady wasn't used to being on the receiving end of desire like this. He was used to being desired because he was a pro hockey player and made decent money. Not for his body. There were plenty of guys on his team who were more ripped than he was. He always had a hard time getting definition in his stomach, but that didn't seem to bother Cole.

Cole reached for his hand and pulled him onto the bed. He carefully settled on top of Cole, not wanting to crush him. They both groaned when Brady lined their erections up together. He was dick-to-dick with another man. The soft, warm body beneath him was turning him on more than anyone he had dated in years. Sex had never been a chore with women, but nothing had ever been as exhilarating as what he and Cole were doing. And then Cole took his face in both of his hands to kiss him, and he let himself turn his brain off and chase that feeling.

Brady only enjoyed kissing under certain circumstances. He liked an affectionate, chaste kiss, and sometimes he liked to kiss during actual intercourse. But lying here and making out with Cole while they slowly rocked their bodies together was making him float. Cole's hair was dark against the white sheets. He was breathtaking, and Brady told him as much.

"Let me—" Cole looked around, searching for something.

"There's lube in the side table," Brady told him. He'd used it alone the night before, but he was having a lot more fun now.

Cole found the lube and poured some onto his hand. He reached between them, and Brady gasped when Cole's long fingers curled around him. He spread the lube up and down Brady's cock.

"Fuck, baby," Brady said, the term of endearment slipping out so easily. The connection he felt with Cole was already deep—scary deep.

Cole knew what he was doing, and he wasn't timid about it. Sometimes with girls, Brady got the impression that touching his dick was something they got through, not something they enjoyed. Cole was fully enjoying himself.

Cole grabbed the lube again and drizzled some on himself too, shivering at the temperature of the cool gel. Brady assumed it was an invitation for him to jerk Cole off too, but instead, Cole pulled Brady's hips down to meet his again. Their hips automatically shifted to line the two of them up perfectly to slide against each other, and Brady realized what his intent was.

"Yeah, exactly like that," Cole said when he saw Brady putting the pieces together. Brady slid their hips together and let his eyes drop closed.

"Jesus." He bit his lip as he continued to move until Cole pulled him back into a kiss.

"Look at us," he said, and Brady looked between the two of them. He was between Cole's spread thighs, and they were shiny with lube, their cocks moving against each other in the most delicious friction. He couldn't take his eyes off of them.

While his attention was glued to the place they were pressed together, Cole dropped his hands from around Brady's neck in favor of pulling his legs wider. He arched his back.

"You look fucking obscene," Brady said, reaching between them to get a hand on both of them. "I'm so fucking close."

"Me too," Cole panted. "I'm almost there. Make me come, Brady."

Brady stroked them together as they reached the edge. Cole was rock hard in his hand, and when he started to shoot, Brady could feel him coming on the underside of his own cock. He didn't need any more than that to reach his own climax.

He stroked the two of them together as they coated Cole's chest in come until his arms gave out and he let himself collapse into Cole's embrace.

"You did so good, holy shit," Cole said, his voice light and giddy after his orgasm. He shifted his hips against Brady's to chase that feeling a little longer. "Mmm."

"That might have been the hottest thing that's ever happened to me," Brady whispered into Cole's neck. All he did was rub off on a guy, and he was about to write a poem about it. Brady wasn't like some of his teammates who were always trying to get laid, but he wasn't inexperienced. "I'm not sure I've ever come that hard."

Cole kissed his cheek. "So your first time with a man—good?" he teased.

"Very, very good." He rubbed his cheek against Cole's soft skin again, and a shiver ran all the way down Cole's body. They should get up before things got gross, but Brady couldn't yet. He was basking. "Thank you."

"For what?" Cole asked, as though Cole hadn't dedicated his entire week to making Brady not be a big fucking baby and/or a liability at the wedding.

"Well, for that orgasm, first. And then for everything. For being my date tonight. My shoulder to whine on. For putting up with having to play mini golf with an overcompetitive asshole. Showing a grown man how to hold a chef's knife. For holding my hand through all my Blake feelings." He rolled his eyes at himself. For a year and a half, he had been trying to convince everyone he didn't have a crush on Blake. It seemed like the only person he successfully convinced was himself. "I'm so pathetic."

"You are not. You're processing. And I had fun. I wanted to hang out with you, look after you, take you to bed." Cole kissed his forehead.

God, Brady was fucking tired. His eyes were starting to droop, betraying his exhaustion. He wondered if Cole was as tired as he was.

"Shower?" Cole asked.

Brady nodded but didn't move until Cole shoved him off.

They were only under the spray for long enough to wash off the come and lube. Cole tossed him a towel, and then Brady realized Cole might want him to go back to his own room. Brady didn't want to. He wanted to get under the covers on the bed they fucked on and bundle Cole into his arms.

"Glad we didn't make a mess of the sheets," Cole said. He yawned and turned the lamp off as he got into bed. "Well, c'mon," he prompted, and Brady scrambled in next to him.

"I've never been more tired in my life." It was a lie. Brady was a professional athlete. He was constantly exhausted.

"We have brunch at ten thirty."

"Ugh," Brady complained, but he was glad to have one more mandatory reason to get to hang out with Cole.

Brady had dreaded this weekend for all the wrong reasons, and now he didn't want it to end.