Chapter Twenty-Five

Hovering over Fighter, Brick gazed into the deep brown of the man’s eyes. He couldn’t get over how lucky he was to be dating this man. And he thanked whatever power that be that he’d been given a second chance.

If dreams came true, he was in one right now.

He wanted to go slow and draw this out, but Fighter’s hand on his dick was driving him wild. When he was pulled down, he buried his mouth in Fighter’s throat and marked his skin.

Fighter groaned and gyrated beneath him, the hand on his dick faltered, and Brick reached his own hand down to wrap it around Fighter’s cock.

When the man’s back bowed off the bed, Brick wrapped an arm around Fighter’s waist and flipped them until the man was on top and straddling his hips. Settling his back on the bed, Brick gazed up at Fighter and again wrapped his hand around the man’s cock. Fighter moaned and sent his hips thrusting.

“Wait.” Fighter moved back from his hand.

“What?” His voice came out scratchy.

“I want a taste,” Fighter said and scooted back to take his dick in hand and lick at the tip of the head.

Oh shit. His whole body went rigid and he fisted the sheets to keep from grabbing Fighter and fucking him into next week. Fighter licked and laved his tongue down the vein and around the head before taking him into his mouth. There was no way to take him all the way, but the half that Fighter did manage to put inside his mouth was enough.

Fuck! Brick groaned and he felt the cheap sheets tear beneath his fisted hands when Fighter’s hot mouth and tongue devoured him. He stood it for as long as he could before he was fisting Fighter’s hair and pulling the man off his cock.

Fighter licked at his wet glistening lips and Brick growled. He power-lifted Fighter and rolled them again. He’d thought to have Fighter on top to control their moves, but he wanted…no, he needed to have Fighter beneath him. Fighter eyes were needy and hungry and his hands were everywhere on his skin.

Settling between Fighter’s parted legs, Brick reached down and slid his hand along the back of one thigh and lifted the man’s leg to his hip. Fighter wrapped his other up around and sent his hips grinding upward.

“Get a condom,” Brick growled and then added, “Who’s doing what?”

“I’m bottoming,” Fighter ordered, and Brick couldn’t argue with that at all.

He caught both of Fighter’s hands and pulled them up over his head before he dropped down to take the man’s mouth in a hard kiss. Fighter nibbled at his bottom lip and sucked at his tongue, drawing a moan from him. Brick released Fighter’s hands and slapped at the bed, located the lube, and poured some between them. He swiped his hand at Fighter’s cock before he began a slow stroke.

“Yes,” Fighter hissed, bucking into his fist and fucking his hand.

“Put a condom on me.”

Fighter found a package and ripped it open with his teeth. Brick lifted up and Fighter rolled the condom on his dick and then smeared some of the lube from his stomach onto the outside. Brick’s cock turned to steel.

They kissed again. He delved into Fighter’s mouth, cupping the back of his head to lock him tight before he drew back and dumped lube on his fingers. Holding Fighter’s gaze, Brick trailed his hand down the man’s cock, balls, and then into the crease of his ass. He teased the puckered opening with the tip of his finger until Fighter was gyrating and trying to push him inside.

One finger inched in and when that one had an easy slide, Brick added two. He held himself up with one hand planted next to Fighter’s shoulder and his mouth was sucking at the man’s nipples, one right after the other.

“Shit!” Fighter’s cry was strangled and the man’s fingers fisted his hair with a hard grip.

Brick fucked Fighter with his fingers while he licked, blew, and lightly bit at Fighter’s nipples.

Slowly removing his fingers, he settled his hips between Fighter’s splayed legs and pinned him there. Drawing his thrashing legs up to wrap around his waist again, Brick placed the head of his cock at Fighter’s entrance and eased inside.

Fighter’s head rolled back and forth on the pillow, his straight dark hair falling into his eyes.

There wasn’t anything more beautiful on earth than Fighter and in that moment, Brick knew his life and future had been forever altered. He eased inside Fighter until he was buried deep.

“That feels so good,” Fighter moaned.

Brick could only give a guttural growl of agreement; he was well past the point of words.

“Hurry,” Fighter said, raking his nails along his back and Brick lost it.

He pulled out and shoved home. He didn’t go slow. There’d be time for that later. Right then, all he cared about was getting them both off.

Hard and fast, he slammed down as Fighter thrusted upward. Brick leaned down and gave Fighter a panting kiss. The man moaned and caressed his scalp with his short nails. Chills swept down Brick’s neck and back and pleasure shot to his balls.

He gripped Fighter’s shoulder for leverage with one hand and with his other, he snaked between them to wrap around Fighter’s engorged cock. He began to stroke it as quickly as he was fucking. Their open mouths met and tongues fucked as hard as their bodies.

Brick grunted into Fighter’s mouth, chasing his lips when the man tried to breathe. Brick couldn’t slow down if his life depended on it and when his orgasm rolled over him, Fighter pulsed in his hand.

“Fuck, yes…” Fighter moaned into his mouth and then sucked in air when Brick yanked his head back to breathe.

Brick’s hips snapped, dick shoving deep, until he’d spent into the condom and he kept his hand wrapped tightly around his cock until Fighter’s cock stopped pumping out come.

Unable to keep himself upright, Brick dropped down onto Fighter. Their chests heaving, panting, he lay like that until his breathing evened out. Only then did he think of moving, but when he tried, Fighter wrapped his arms around him and held him tighter.

“Don’t go.”

“I’m not.”

His softened dick slid out of Fighter’s channel and the man’s come was squished between them, but Brick wasn’t going to move one inch until he had to. His hope was that they would never spend another night apart.

He’d found his home in this man’s arms.