Chapter Seventeen

The night was crisp but not overly cold. It would have been a beautiful night for an outdoor fire and marshmallow roasting, with a blanket spread out next to it so they could make love.

The only problem with that image was Brian's backyard butted up against the Flynn brothers', and there wasn't a privacy fence between. He'd never wanted anything close to what his image brought him with anyone before, and that scared Brian a little. He was more the quick- fuck-and-then-get-out type.

That was not what he'd have with Greg. Brian already felt a connection, and fucking would strengthen it. Not fucking. Making love.

Brian cursed under his breath and wrung his hands. Why had he fallen so hard and fast?

Greg darted his gaze to Brian even as he pulled onto his street. "Are you okay?"

No one stirred in the neighborhood. Everyone had probably gone to bed long ago. Most of Brian's neighbors were families with kids, a few older people, and then the Flynns tucked in to keep things a little more diverse.

"I'm…nervous." He chuckled at the confession because it seemed ridiculous, considering they had gotten each other off in the back seat a little over an hour ago.

Greg let out a shaky breath. It sounded louder in the still of the night than it would have during the day. Weird thing to notice, but Brian had to focus on something other than the way his fingers itched to touch and how his body vibrated with the need to forget about the damn drive. He needed to not take his seatbelt off and throw himself against Greg's hard body.

"Good. I'm not the only one. I'll get tested too by the way. I haven't been with anyone but you, but you shouldn't take my word for it." Greg pulled into his driveway and put the truck in park.

"I trust you, but maybe you should, and it'll be a thing we do." Brian didn't care about tests. He should've but thoughts of making love with Greg consumed him.

Greg put his hands on the wheel again and stared straight ahead. "I'm scared I'm going to do something to fuck it up."

Brian took off his seatbelt and opened his door. He didn't have enough patience for the discussion Greg needed to have. Not with the way his body hummed with need. "There isn't anything you could do wrong."

Greg let out a disbelieving laugh. "I disagree."

Brian climbed out. "Get out of the truck."

He shut the door behind him and came around to the driver's side. He pulled the door open and then grabbed hold of Greg's shirt, slamming their lips together. The kiss was meant to prove a point, not stoke the fire, but that was what it did.

Greg stepped out of the truck even as he reached for Brian. He turned until he pressed Brian to the side of his vehicle, all without breaking the kiss.

At some point the hard, close-mouthed kiss became a demand and Brian complied, opening for Greg. Greg had a way of kissing that melted Brian's bones and made him pliant even when his blood heated.

Greg broke the kiss, trailing down Brian's jaw. "We should go inside," he whispered against Brian's skin. His breath fanned across his neck, making him shiver.

Brian nodded but didn't move. The last thing he wanted was for Greg to stop kissing.

"Give me your keys, honey."

Comprehension took longer than Brian cared to admit. But once he did, he let Greg go and fished around his pocket for his keys. He handed them to Greg once he had them.

Brian whimpered and plastered himself against Greg. "Hurry."

"Gotta find the right key." Greg managed to get the key in the lock a second later. He turned the knob and pushed the door open, letting Brian go first.

As soon as they were inside, Greg had him pressed against the wall, kissing his neck, latching on, sucking up what would leave a mark by tomorrow morning.

Brian didn't care. Getting horizontal and Greg, pressing him into a mattress, was a top priority.

And then Greg lifted his knee between Brian's legs, pressing it against his balls.

Brian hissed at the sensation.

Greg took advantage of Brian's incapacitation and moved away enough to lift Brian's shirt off. Greg's shirt came next, and then he was back.

Hot skin pressed against his own and he sighed with a smile. Strong arms held him close. Their cheeks pressed together, and Brian closed his eyes, letting himself fall into the moment.

Brian ran his hands down Greg's back, feeling the warm, smooth skin. The overwhelming need to get Greg inside him didn't disappear entirely but something about their bare skin touching lessened it until the closeness was enough.

A door shut softly from somewhere in the house. Greg stiffened, and his arms tightened around Brian.

"It's all right. It's Andrew." Brian kissed the part of Greg he could reach, which happened to be right next to his ear.

Greg nodded, and he relaxed again. He moved until his lips touched Brian's shoulder. This time the urgency was gone. Instead, it was a slow and tender assault.

When Greg kissed his way up to Brian's lips, it was like making love with his mouth. A slow but steady assault on Brian's emotions and, for the moment, he was okay with it. By tomorrow morning the ache in his chest might have everything to do with commitment-phobia and not about love. He would worry about that when it happened.

Greg pulled back. "Bedroom."

Brian led the way down the hallway, taking Greg's hand in his.

He'd never wanted someone as much as he wanted Greg. And that feeling skyrocketed when Greg let go of his hand and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down his legs and off.

God, Greg was beautiful. He was hard in all the right places. He had a scar on his abdomen that went from his side to a couple of inches from his belly button, and even that seemed to add to his appeal.

Greg wore these boy-short things. They were black with a blue band and worked with his pale skin. The sight of them was so unexpected but incredibly delicious at the same time.

"Take off your pants, Brian."

Never in his life had Brian been so turned on. He unbuttoned and then unzipped his jeans, pushing them off.

Greg moved in closer, licking a path from his neck to his nipple. Brian arched into the touch.

"Mmm. You like that." Greg did it again, worrying the nub with his teeth. The sensation went straight to Brian's dick. Greg moved to the other nipple, playing with his piercing. Greg began licking a path down his stomach.

When he fell to his knees, Brian wanted to praise whatever god had allowed the night to happen. Someone somewhere loved him.

Greg pushed his underwear down and then took his hard shaft into his hand, jacking it a couple of times to tease.

Brian hissed when Greg licked around the head. Wet heat engulfed his cock, sinking down until half of the shaft was inside his mouth. Brian bit his lip and tried to stay still, not wanting to make Greg uncomfortable by thrusting, even though that was exactly what he wanted. Instead, he cupped the back of Greg's head and held him there.

Greg pulled off part way and sank back down again.

"That's good. Real good, baby."

Greg rubbed a finger around Brian's pucker but never penetrated him. All the while, he sucked on Brian as if he couldn't get enough.

Somehow, Greg had slicked up his finger, although Brian hadn't been aware of when and where Greg had gotten lube. Brian had some in his nightstand, but that was several feet away.

It was all too much. The buildup of his orgasm hit him all at once until he couldn't control himself anymore. "Oh God. You're gonna make me come already."

Brian tightened his fingers in Greg's hair, pushing his dick farther in his mouth and then pulling back out. Brian silently demanded that Greg stay still and let him take control, which Brian did almost instinctively. Brian cried out and shuddered as the hot mouth around his dick worked him through an orgasm.

Greg pulled off. "Please tell me you're a bottom."

Brian laughed, but the sound of it came out breathy as if he'd run a marathon. His body still hummed from the orgasm, and he wanted more, although what he needed, he couldn't say. "You're asking that now? Yes, I bottom."

Greg stood and kissed Brian even as he walked him backward to the bed. He tasted his own cum and the mint Greg had eaten at some point during the night.

Brian felt a cold tube of lube pressed against his side where Greg held it and him at the same time. He was pretty sure Greg held a condom in his other hand.

When Greg ended the kiss, he turned Brian around.

Brian got the hint and climbed onto the bed on all fours, his back arching as he presented his ass. "Where'd the lube and condom come from?"

"My pants pocket." Greg put the condom and lube on the bed beside Brian and took off his underwear. It was almost a shame to see them go. The man's ass was a work of art in them.

And then Brian saw Greg's cock. Even better. "Yeah. Hurry up. Get in me."

"Shit. You're amazing like that." Greg stroked his cock with one hand, rolling a condom down it and ran the other across Brian's ass. "I wanna see you play with yourself."

Brian nodded and took the tube of lube, squeezing some onto his fingers. He reached behind him and inserted a digit, working it around.

"Shit, honey. That's so hot." Greg inserted one of his own, and they fucked him together. They rubbed over his prostate, and Brian nearly came undone.

Greg pulled his finger free and then grabbed Brian's wrist, pulling him out. He grabbed the lube and coated his cock with it.

He pressed the blunt head to Brian but didn't enter him. "I'll go slow. I promise."

Brian didn't need slow. He wanted it fast and hard, so he'd feel it in the morning.

The head stretched him, and the burn took over. Brian sighed and forgot everything else. He smiled even as he pressed against the invasion, wanting more. "That's so good."

Greg gripped his hips, pulling him back at the same time as he pushed inside.

Brian panted.

Greg got the point and started a slow, steady pace. Greg covered him, his chest against Brian's back. Lips kissed in between his shoulder blades. Greg braced them both when he brought an arm around Brian's chest, holding him in place. "Fuck. You feel good."

Greg groaned as his pace picked up. Greg licked a path to Brian's neck, kissing under his ear. "You gonna come for me again? Come on."

Greg took Brian's dick in hand and started jacking to the timing of his thrusts.

"Fuck!" Brian pushed into Greg's hand. His orgasm slammed through him like a train. He couldn't have kept his voice down if he'd tried. Greg pumped into him a couple of more times, stilling when he came.

Brian fell onto the bed, Greg's weight sending him down faster. Greg lay over him. He kissed him on the back of the neck. "I'll be right back."

Brian felt Greg's absence immediately.

Greg returned before Brian could even think about moving. A warm cloth caressed the skin around his ass, wiping off the lube. "Turn over, honey." Brian did, rolling away from the wet spot, because… Eww. The sheets need to be changed, he thought absently as the cloth cleaned around his dick and balls.

Brian closed his eyes and promptly fell sleep.