His turn? Turn for wh—? Brian hissed when Sway’s soft hands smoothed up his bare chest. His thin fingers combed through the hair that spread over his pecs and abdomen.

“When did you get up and shower?” Sway was gazing longingly at Brian’s torso. “You move and I don’t hear you. You moved me and I didn’t feel it.”

‘You were asleep,’ Brian mouthed, feeling so damn carefree.

“No. You’re stealthy. And I find it very sexy.” Sway licked his lips as he turned his long strokes into an inviting massage. Brian moaned, barely keeping his hips from rising. Sway straddled his lower body, his tight ass sitting right over his aching wood. ‘Fuck, baby.’ Brian almost brought his hands down to clasp that narrow waist, but Sway caught him before he could.

“Don’t even think about it,” he chastised. “You have to take it easy. Your ankle, babe. And try not to work your ribs too much.”

Brian almost laughed until he realized Sway was serious. He actually thought Brian was in pain. A sprained ankle and a couple of good shots to his ribs didn’t do a damn thing but give him a copay and some legal narcotics. It damn sure didn’t cause him any pain. But God bless his sweet nurse.

Sway’s hands didn’t resume their massage until Brian complied. He wasn’t used to giving up control, but he trusted Sway. He’d been way more vulnerable than this and Sway had only ever given Brian the compassion he needed.

“You’re so beautiful, Brian.” Sway’s hands had stopped on his belly. His fingers twitching under the raised scars. Sway held Brian’s eyes as he leaned down and traced his tongue over them. Treated the ugly welts as if they were precious gems. Kissing and cherishing them, slicking down more of the black hairs with his tongue as he went. Brian craned his head back, his arms flexing, wanting to touch, grab, pull.

“Everything about you calls to me.” Sway licked across Brian’s belly, dipping that wicked tongue into his navel. Sway whispered against his hot skin, “Your strength.”

Brian groaned, wanting Sway lower, and wanting him to keep talking.

Sway gave him a devious smile. “I know exactly what you want.” Sway flicked his pink tongue out again, “because it’s exactly what I want, too.”

Sway didn’t make him beg. Instead, he rid Brian of his thin pajama pants and made himself comfortable as if he was going to be there for a while. Brian thought he’d vault off the bed when Sway’s tongue swiped the thick bead of precome off his head. From that moment on, Brian felt that Sway had made it his personal mission to make him a writhing, moaning, somewhat embarrassed man as he explored and devoured his entire body. His legs, his chest, his hands, even feet were touched and loved. Brian didn’t miss how careful Sway was with his ankle and when he was near his ribs. When Sway asked Brian to turn over, he knew this would be his real undoing.

Sway started at the top of his head, massaging and rubbing. He placed delicate kisses at the base of Brian’s neck, while he rubbed over Brian’s shoulders. “I’m so attracted to you in every way,” Sway said in Brian’s ear, then traveled lower. Placing silky saccharine kisses on his spine.

When Sway dipped even farther, Brian wondered what he was doing. As soon as he felt Sway’s cheek running along his sensitive flesh, against his scars so intimately, it took a lot for Brian to rein in his intense reaction.

Sway seemed mesmerized.

Colton had been telling Brian for years not to hate his scars, not to cover them. He’d told him to show them, accept them as part of who he was, and not to be afraid of them.

Sway had managed to do what Brian had avoided for years. Embrace his war wounds. They told a hero’s tale and had made him the man he was. Even more courageous than before. Sway helped him see that. Brian closed his eyes, and let Sway make him whole.

When Sway was done, he climbed up Brian’s body and rested there, smiling lazily over his shoulder. “I could keep exploring you for days, but I need you inside me. So badly,” Sway groaned, pushing his erection against Brian’s spine.

Brian’s body was sluggish, relaxed. Exactly how he was supposed to feel after an amazing amount of pampering. He felt loose. Brian rolled until Sway was beneath him. Like he should be. Protected and warm. Sway opened his legs wide to fit Brian’s bulk. With him so open, Brian couldn’t resist going for his own taste. Stretching Sway with his mouth, erotically prying him open with his tongue. Then back to his weeping slit. Sway tasted delectable and Brian had a hearty appetite. That barbecue he’d just eaten had nothing on Sway’s special sauce. The more Sway leaked for him, the more Brian licked for himself.

“I’m ready.” Sway impatiently moved his legs. He bucked and snapped at Brian that he was ready to take him. Wanted to feel him stretching him, wanted to feel Brian owning him. “Take it.”

This wasn’t going to be like the slow, sensual love-making they’d had recently. This was going to be a replica, a part two, of what they’d started all those weeks ago in that sex club. Brian groaned against Sway’s head, driving his aching cock between those soft ass cheeks. They snuggly cradled his length, applying just enough pressure, and if he wasn’t careful he could bust one out before he even began, that’s how turned on he was.

Sway rose onto his knees, shoving Brian deeper against him. Sway moaned sensually. “I’m ready. Now, Brian.”

Brian grasped a fistful of Sway’s hair and pulled until his head was as far back as it could go.

“Yes!” Sway yelled out, trying to lean towards Brian’s mouth. He discovered that Sway didn’t mind being man-handled by someone he trusted.

Brian turned up his strength. He’d give Sway what he craved. Brian reached over and yanked his necessities out of his nightstand. His hands were steady as he tore the foil and he was extra careful not to stroke himself when he rolled on the tight latex. Sway’s ass was up in the air and being offered like an innocent, sacrificial lamb. Brian wanted to roar, wanted to pound his chest like the alpha male he was. Instead, he growled and jerked Sway’s ass back to him.

Sway’s grunt was followed with a sultry whimper. “God, yes Brian.”

With Sway’s face buried in his pillow and his knees tucked under him, Brian leaned over him, covering his body with his own. Even though this was going to be rough and fast, he’d still fulfill Sway’s most basic needs and that was to feel secure.

Brian added more lube to Sway’s hole before he began to push into him. Brian eyes fell closed at the feeling of intense tightness. With only his head surrounded by that amazing heat, Brian felt as if he’d explode. Despite the urge to thrust, he was careful with his angel. Trust, Brian wanted nothing more than to slam inside and pound until he hollered, but he wasn’t an animal and he’d always think of Sway first.

You okay, baby? Brian paused and let Sway adjust when he was halfway in. His hands were fisted in the covers, his forehead scrunched with focus. He touched Sway’s cheek and turned his head, rubbing his beard along his cheek, nipping at his lips.

“I’m good. Keep going,” Sway panted.

That was what he was looking for.

Brian got onto his knees and rocked his hips with shallow pumps. Adding just a little more of his length each time. Sway gasped and curled in on himself. Mumbling nonsense and soaking Brian’s sheets. He tucked his head and reached between his legs, his hand disappearing under his body.

Not yet. Brian yanked Sway’s hand away. Sway hissed at him, turning with venom in those soft brown eyes.

Well look at that. My sweet nurse just turned into a hungry cock slut. Brian snarled at him and snapped his hips, making Sway take his last couple of inches like a man, since he wanted to glare like one. Sway yelled with passion and bucked against him. Brian placed his palm in the center of Sway’s back and sent him down to the mattress. And then it was a battle of wills from there.

The faster Brian pounded into Sway’s tight ass, the louder he cried his name. He ground his cock deeper every time Sway screamed in ecstasy. Screamed in that sexy, low tenor pitch and filled his home with the sounds he longed for. Filled his heart with them. He mouthed Sway’s name over and over against the shell of his ear, then licked around it while his hips did a furious dance all its own. Sway’s name was there… on the tip of his tongue. But, Brian was breathless, his dick so hard and relentless. He was crazed drunk with lust. How did Sway possess this power over him… and so quickly?

Sway canted his hips in another direction, taking Brian’s dick with him. Brian clutched Sway to his chest and moaned deep in the pit of his stomach, the vibration rocking both of them. Sway tried to look over his shoulder but Brian held his face to the side so he had full access to that throat. Sway was sweating, panting, pleading for Brian to make it stop. To give him what he craved so badly and put him out his misery. To cure both their suffering.

Brian loved this. Loved feeling like a king, loved what his body could make Sway do.

It wasn’t long though when Brian felt his balls pulling up tight. He dropped his weight onto Sway and heard the air gush out of him.

“Bastard,” Sway grunted, chuckling dazedly.

Brian made sure he touched him everywhere, surrounding him until Sway only breathed him. Until Brian was his air. He leaned in and covered his mouth, kissing noisily. The position making it hot and messy. Brian licked Sway’s cries while he set a cruising pace. No longer blazing towards the finish line but not creeping either. It was just fucking right. Only his ass moved, up and down, in and out of Sway’s heat, while he stayed latched onto Sway’s gorgeous body. His smooth, flawless body.

Sway’s name was the only thing in his mind. Brian wormed his hands beneath them, making Sway take all of his heft; and by the elevation of his moans he loved it. When he finally maneuvered his hands under Sway’s groin, he kept them palms up and let Sway grind his sensitive cock against the hard gun callouses. He knew of the amazing friction they provided. Sway cried out.

That’s it, sweetbaby. Call my name. Brian was close. He needed Sway to come, he couldn’t hold out anymore. The torture was over. They both needed release. It felt as if his whole being got on one accord. His body, his mind, his spirit… his heart. His body reacted dramatically to the man beneath him. Sway reached behind him until he clasped Brian’s neck. He was beyond intelligible words, only sighs, hums, and whimpers. Sway was his. Brian’s chest swelled and he thrust deep, stilling there, growling with ecstasy in Sway’s ear. Sway, Sway, Sway. With each bottomless plunge, Brian mouthed his name.

Sway gasped as if something had scared him, he tensed, then hollered Brian’s name as he emptied violently into his rough palms. Sway’s orgasm triggered razor sharp blades down his spine and lightning strike in his balls. His eyes rolled back and his body went offline. Haywire. Brian pumped his hips, his cock growing and thickening even more, the stretch so tight, coupled with Sway’s snug channel that it had him gone… floating. Brian jerked his hips to a wild, off-beat rhythm only he could hear until his spine locked and he felt the first burst of his release. He opened his mouth in a silent yell, his throat working with each thrust, with each new jet of his seed. It was so much, and he was buried so deep inside, he never wanted to come out. For a moment all time stood still. It was calm and peaceful. Brian rode out the last few quakes, his pelvis pressed tight enough to Sway’s soft ass to leave an impression. Huffing against Sway’s back, Brian buried his face in the now dampened curls and just breathed.

When he finished shuddering, Brian realized Sway might need to breathe, too. He eased out of him, Sway not making a sound. Brian tried to see his face but it was partially smashed into the pillow. Sweetbaby? Brian turned onto his side to face Sway, tapping on his shoulder. When he pulled his face out, he wore the same look as him, but with a lot more awe.

‘You okay?’ Brian mouthed, holding Sway close, watching his blown pupils. Sway’s eyebrows dipped, and oh so slowly, one of his hands shakily came up and touched Brian’s mouth.

Brian smiled against his warm fingertips, kissing them gently.

Sway swallowed hard, his glimmering eyes fixed on his face. He took his other hand and laid it over the jagged scars along Brian’s throat, a faint tremor in his touch. Sway blinked at Brian, then whispered in a voice that sounded full of love and anguish, “Brian, you… you called out my name.”