Rather than stop, he merely pulled back. “Lean your seat back.”
Reese’s eyes darted to their surroundings before he unhooked his seat belt, then reached down on the door side and pushed the button to recline the chair. In the process, Reese lifted his hips, allowing Brantley to push his jeans down enough to free his rigid cock.
“You miss this, don’t you? Me touchin’ you like this.”
“Brantley…”
“I fuckin’ love when you say my name,” he whispered, watching Reese’s face as he jerked the man’s cock. He gave no quarter, working him toward release, wanting Reese to remember what he was capable of doing to him.
He damn sure wasn’t going to let Reese push him away. Not when they’d already crossed the line. There was nothing and no one stopping them from moving forward, and Brantley damn sure wasn’t of the mind to let what this was between them slip by. He’d waited his whole fucking life to feel like this. There was no teen lust disguising itself as something more. This was real, it was potent. Did he love Reese? Hell, he didn’t know the man enough to safely answer that question. But he was more than willing to let things play out until he knew for sure.
“Fuck … Brantley … you’re gonna make me come.”
“That’s the plan.”
A few grunts escaped Reese as his stomach muscles tensed beautifully. Brantley turned his attention to the cock in his hand, watching his hand move over the velvety length, the tip glistening more with every passing second.
“Brantley … oh, fuck…”
It wasn’t comfortable, but Brantley leaned over as far as he could, propping his torso on the center console as he took Reese’s cock in his mouth. He sucked him in deep just as the man exploded with a roar.
He drank him down, then gently lapped at him before returning to his seat.
“Son of a bitch,” Reese growled softly, working to fix his jeans and sit his seat back up.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna ask you to return the favor.” He knew Reese wasn’t ready for that yet. He would be, of that he had no doubt. But again, he saw no reason to rush this.
They had plenty of time.
***
“Come inside with me,” Reese whispered, turning to Brantley after he’d righted his clothes.
“Probably best if I head home.”
“Come inside,” he repeated, reaching over and curling his hand around the back of Brantley’s neck. “Don’t make me do this out here.”
Brantley pulled back, his eyes searching. Brantley evidently heard the uncertainty in his tone. He hadn’t meant to show that particular emotion, but it had slipped out, nonetheless.
“Okay.”
Releasing Brantley, Reese grabbed his house keys from the cupholder where he’d stashed them earlier. He got out of the truck, shut the door, all while his stomach churned with nerves. And while it was a bit disconcerting, it wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling.
Once inside, he took a deep breath, locked the door behind them. Before he could lose his nerve, he reached for Brantley’s hand, tugged him toward the couch.
“I don’t have a bed,” he said as though it wasn’t obvious. “But I figure this’ll work just fine.”
“Work for what?”
Fearful he was going to lose his nerve, Reese reached for Brantley, pulled him close until their mouths met. He kissed him, not caring that Brantley would likely sense his anxiety. In fact, he was hoping he would, because right then, Reese could’ve used the man’s steadying hand. Brantley always seemed to know what he needed.
Warm hands came up to cup his face, Brantley slowing the kiss but not pulling away. Their lips brushed, tongues mingling and drifting apart only to come back together until Reese’s mind stopped spinning.
When he felt as though he wasn’t going to topple over, Reese reached for the button on Brantley’s jeans, intending to remove them. His movements were halted when Brantley wrapped a firm hand around his wrist.
“I’ve never done this before,” he whispered.
“And you’re not gonna do it right now, either.”
Pulling back, Reese felt shame wash over him. Was Brantley seriously rejecting his advances?
Before he could retreat, Brantley’s arm snapped out, his hand curling around his neck, keeping him rooted in place. Those stormy blue eyes peered into his, had Reese’s breath locking in his throat.
“That’s not how this works, Reese. It’s not tit for tat.”
“But I thought…”
“You thought what? That I want to feel that sexy mouth wrapped around my dick?” Brantley’s eyes were hooded, the words spoken low. “More than anything. But not like this.”
“But I want to.”
“If I thought that was true, I’d be naked right now.”
“I was gettin’ to that part,” Reese said defensively.
Brantley’s thumb dragged along his jaw. “We’re in no hurry.”
As they stood there, nearly nose to nose, Reese realized his heart had slowed, his pulse no longer frantic. And the anxiety had waned.
“I just want to return the favor,” he said, desperate to explain.
