Chapter Six
Bryan sat in his pool, looking up into the stars, a beer in his hand. They’d fucked, had a swim, eaten, fucked some more, and now Deke was napping. God, he could get used to this. Deke was a fucking stud and he was having the time of his life.
“Hey, Bry, you want some company?” Shae’s voice came from the edge of the pool to his right.
“Hey, stranger!” He looked over, tickled. “Grab a beer and hop in. How goes it?”
Shae snagged a beer before slipping in next to him with a sigh. “It’s going pretty fucking amazing. You?”
“I’ve been... Deke’s a cool guy, you know?” Like incredibly cool.
“You like him, huh?”
“Yeah. A lot. That okay?”
“Well, Jake’s a great guy, so I’m guessing Deke is, too.” Shae could have been more enthusiastic about it.
Maybe it wasn’t okay.
“Well, he’s going to head back to work soon. I guess Jake’s wanting to spend more time with him?” Deke was Jake’s brother, after all, and he could back off, but he didn’t have to be happy about it.
“What? Oh, no honey, not at all. I mean, it sucks for you that he’s going back to work. You’re going to miss him. He’s going to miss you, too.”
“Yeah, yeah, but he loves his work, so...” Bryan shrugged, trying to keep his face straight, calm.
Shae leaned in. “You really like him, don’t you?”
“Yeah. I really like him.” He dropped his voice so Deke couldn’t hear him. “Even if he is a sex maniac.”
That had Shae chuckling. “We didn’t work out, but I do seem to remember you were pretty hot for it the few times we tried.”
“Well, yeah, but we were...regular.”
“You mean vanilla? That was because I didn’t want to scare you off. I knew from hints you’d dropped that you were pretty straitlaced. We never really did talk about it, though.”
Bryan shrugged. His foster parents had been pretty strict about sex. About everything really, but as soon as it turned out that his older brother was gay, they’d started with the fire and brimstone. Bryan had stayed in the closet himself until he’d aged out of the system because of that. He didn’t know if they would have kept up a relationship with him or not, because as soon as they found out he liked men they’d pretty much cut him off. He knew it was crazy to hold on to their ways, but it had been deeply ingrained.
“The fosters were rather straitlaced. I guess it was ingrained more than I knew. Hell, I was with them since I was three.”
“You’re your own man now,” Shae pointed out.
Bryan nodded slowly. “I am definitely trying to be.”
“I bet Deke is making it pretty easy.” Shae nudged him with an elbow. “It would be neat, wouldn’t it? Being with brothers? We could be friends forever.”
“We’re going to be neighbors forever anyway, right?
Shae hesitated for a second. “You know it.”
“You’re moving.” Oh, man. He didn’t want to train another neighbor.
Shae shrugged. “I don’t know, man, but it’s a possibility. We’ll have to see what happens.”
“That sucks. I’d hate to lose you. You make the best steaks.”
Shae took a long sip of his beer before leaning back to look up at the stars. “And who’s gonna make you watch all the HBO series, then make fun of your face while watching?”
“Who’s going to call you and tell you that you’re going to wake the neighbors with your screaming?” He could play this game, too.
“Who’s gonna set your lawn on fire?”
“Who’s gonna trim your rose bushes?”
“Hey those are fucking prize-winning flowers, man.” He was a little attached to those damned bushes.
Shae snorted and took a swig of his beer. “Tell you what, no matter where either of us winds up, I will come and visit and set your lawn on fire with my welding equipment.”
“Fuck you, asshole.” He sighed softly. “Man, I wasn’t expecting you to suggest you were selling the house.”
“I’m not saying that’s what we’re doing, man. Not at all. You never know, though, right?” Shae shrugged. “I promise if we do, I’ll tell you before the sign goes up on the lawn.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He sucked back his beer. “Asshole.”
Shae gave him a shit-eating grin, not the least bit concerned with the name-calling.
“Your guy back at work?”
“Nope. He took a long-term leave of absence.” Shae stretched and arched in the water. “He wanted to focus on me.”
“You need that much focus?” Lucky bastard.
Shae smiled, looking blissed out. “Do I need it?” He shrugged slightly. “Do I want it? Hell yes.”
“You’re bad. I love it. You look blissful, dude. I like it.”
“Thanks, man. I feel blissed out. He does it for me, you know? I thought I was too old to find this kind of love, but, I guess it’s never too late.” Shae sat straighter and gave him a long look. “You’re looking pretty happy yourself.”
“I am. I was missing a fling, a love affair, something good.” He had a few friends, but none of them were that close. Shae had been—was—his best friend, but what they had wasn’t sexual. Deke was filling a hole he hadn’t even realized he had. But Deke was leaving soon and then where would he be?
“The Beteferoce brothers are definitely something good. I’m not sure they’re ‘fling’ material, but definitely something good.”
“I don’t think Deke Beteferoce wants more than a good fuck on his furlough.”
“You could be right. I don’t even know the guy very well.”
“Are he and Jake close?”
“It’s complicated. Deke and Jake are closest between the five brothers. But they don’t see a lot of each other. They both have demanding jobs, you know?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I get that. It’s a little weird, you know? He rescues people. I fix cars.” Bryan felt his cheeks heat.
“Hey, don’t put yourself down, man. That’s not you.”
“No. No, that’s not what I mean. It’s just...” It was just that he was a little in love, and Deke was going to go back.
“Just what? I can’t read your mind.”
“It’s nothing. Ignore me. What are you working on now?”
“Jake.” Shae blushed hard.
“No art, huh? No more dragons?”
“Oh, there are dragons. There are so many dragons. I have done about five thousand drawings and I’ve got a ton of pieces planned. Jake inspires the hell out of me.”
“Yeah? I can’t wait to see them.” He loved to look at Shae’s art, loved to try and see things like Shae did.
“You and Deke should totally come over. You wanna do a barbeque tomorrow afternoon? I’d let you see ’em tonight, but I have to sort some of them out.”
“Sure, sure. I’ll come by over after work, huh?”
“You’re going in to work?” Shae sounded surprised. “Huh. I would have thought you’d be taking a few days off.”
“Is it that obvious? That I want to, I mean? I called my boss...” He was waiting to hear.
“I wouldn’t say obvious...to someone who doesn’t know you. What did the boss say?”
“I’m waiting to hear. He’ll call in the morning, or text. We’re not slam-jam busy right now, so...”
Shae laughed softly. “You, my friend, are hooked—like utterly.”
He didn’t answer with more than a half-hearted splash in Shae’s direction. “Aren’t you supposed to be making hooting noises of pleasure from over there?”
“I do not hoot. Besides, he’s asleep. I tired the young buck out.” He gave Bryan a wink.
“No shit? Me, too.”
They stared at each other and began to cackle, both of them cracking up, the sounds ringing out.
Like it was a siren call, Deke showed up on the deck. “There you are.” The man was utterly naked, half hard and fucking stunning. “Oh. Sorry, Shae.” Deke turned around and went inside, but not before Bryan got a good look at Deke’s amazing ass.
“Are you flashing my man?” Jake asked, showing up from the other direction.
Deke flipped his brother off.
“Mmm. We were having a beer and a swim.” Shae pushed up, face lifted for a kiss.
Jake gave it to him, the two of them seeming to get lost in it, to forget that he was even there.
Deke’s snort caught his attention, his lover coming out again, this time in a pair of swimming trunks. “Now who’s putting on a show.”
“Grab a couple more beers, honey?” Bryan asked. “We’re having a little party.”
“A pool party with necking. That’s my kind of party.” Deke disappeared for ten seconds, coming back with an entire six-pack out of the fridge.
He offered one to Bryan, took one himself, and left the others by Shae and Jake who were still kissing. Then Deke slipped into the pool next to him, hand slipping onto his thigh. He floated over and lifted his face for a kiss. Deke gave it to him without the slightest hesitation, lips pressing against his, tongue slipping into his mouth. One big hand cupped the back of his head, holding him in place. Oh, God. Hello. Yes.
Bryan turned more fully toward his lover, feeding Deke a low moan. Deke grabbed his hips and dragged him so he was straddling Deke’s legs as they floated there together. Then Deke grabbed his ass, one cheek in each hand. God, it was such a perfect fit.
He heard the splash as Jake slid into the water and it gave him a moment’s pause, but he only acknowledged it distantly. His world was Deke. The massive, strong body that held him out of the water, the scorching-hot mouth that devoured his, and the big hands that felt like they owned him.
It was the easiest thing on earth to dive back into the kisses, the water lapping and making tiny waves between them. There was an extra something when he made love to Deke in the water, like his lover imbued all the liquid that slapped against him. His entire body felt flushed with heat.
Was it wise? To do this with Jake and Shae here? It made him the biggest kind of slut, didn’t it?
Did he care?
Shae and Jake certainly didn’t, going at it, the water only slightly disguising their bodies. He probably should at least protest—after all, the house was just up there. But honestly he wasn’t judging them for it, so why couldn’t he give himself the same leeway?
When Deke moaned, the sound went straight to his balls, making him reckless. He threw caution to the winds and focused on Deke, on the hungry kisses, the feel of his lover’s hands on his ass.
He was hard and ready, just like that, from only kisses. He could feel the heat of Deke’s cock, too, pushing against the trunks he wore like it was trying to get to Bryan. He slipped his hand between their bodies, underneath the elastic waistband. He wanted that cock.
Deke groaned into their kisses and bucked toward him, pushing the thick prick through his fingers.
“So hot for me,” he muttered, trying to disguise what he was doing as he jacked Deke with sure strokes.
“You know it. You make me lose my fucking mind.” Deke held him in place, fingers hard on his ass, digging in.
That couldn’t be too bad, right? Especially since Bryan was in the same boat.
“Together,” growled Deke. “Take it out. Hold it with mine.”
“Bossy.” He did it, though, because it was the best idea in history.
“I am.”
He loved that Deke didn’t even pretend to deny it, simply totally agreed.
He pushed the trunks out of the way, holding their pricks together loosely in one hand. Deke grunted and nodded, hands rubbing up and down his ass. The water felt cool around them, but the cocks in his hand were on fire.
Sharp little bites made his toes curl, made him shiver, Deke’s toothy kisses making him crazy. Deke’s growl vibrated along his spine, curling around to settle in his balls.
He’d never heard a sound quite like that.
“Faster,” Deke ordered. “Make us come.”
“Shh. They’ll hear.” He squeezed harder, jacked faster.
“No hushing me, baby.” Deke’s eyes were dancing with humor. “They’re fucking. They don’t care.”
He opened his mouth to protest, and Deke took it again, tongue pushing in and refusing to let him voice his concerns. Whatever. They were all consenting adults. They could fuck in a swimming pool. And if that made them all sluts, then it did. He couldn’t deny how much he wanted this.
He tightened his hand around their cocks, his movements speeding. Deke groaned for him, and dug his hands into Bryan’s ass. Dragging hard, he rolled his palm over the tip of their pricks.
“Fuck!” Deke bucked upward, pushing into his grasp, Deke made sure they stayed together, the rest of their bodies rubbing warmly in the cool of the water.
“Soon. Soon, Deke. God.”
“Yes. Yes. Soon.” Deke nodded, head bobbing, a low groan coming from him. “Don’t you dare stop.”
The temptation to stop just because Deke had said not to was huge, but he couldn’t. He didn’t.
Deke moved, bucking against him, pushing up into his touch and moving them both in the water. Small sounds came out of Deke’s mouth, moans and whimpers. God, look at his lover. Look at that. Deke was something else, something special.
Deke nodded and gave a low groan. “Good. Amazing touch. Amazing. Baby.”
He stroked, over and over, driving them both higher.
“Now, baby. Fucking together.”
Together. The word echoed inside him, sending his inhibitions away.
“Together. Now,” Deke said again, and that was it. Deke said those words and shot, heat flowing over Bryan’s hand before being stolen away by the water.
Deke nudged his balls, pushing just enough to make him grunt, and then he was coming, too, slumping in the water. Deke held on to him, keeping him from drowning.
He’d never had sex in his pool. Never. Especially not with another couple in the same pool at the same time.
“Mmm. Needed that.” Like Deke hadn’t already had a gazillion orgasms today.
“Yeah.” He cuddled in, trying not to feel self-conscious.
Deke turned his face, taking a sweet, soft kiss that stole his breath and left him boneless and floating.
Shae and Jake were quiet, floating together halfway down the edge of the pool, and that helped.
“You don’t have to worry about anything other than you and me,” Deke said softly.
“No?” Wouldn’t that be heavenly?
“Nope. Just you and me and I’m right here.” Deke’s fingers slid along his spine, up and down.
“I like it.” He kissed Deke’s jaw.
Deke hummed and leaned his head back, exposing his neck, offering it. He licked and nuzzled, kissed and nibbled. God, that was fun.
Deep chuckles sounded when he hit one spot, Deke’s hands tightening on him.
“Stop or more?”
“More, baby. Lots more. That was a ticklish spot, but I still liked it.”
“Rock on.” He focused there, sucking steadily, pulling up a mark.
Deke moaned for him. “So good, baby. You have a wonderful tongue.”
He was fascinated by the way that Deke tasted—salt and sea. He kept exploring, finding new patches of skin to taste and lick.
Deke hummed, and then the massage started, fingers digging into his muscles, demanding his release. It felt so good, it made him want to forget what he was doing and take the pleasure Deke offered.
The humming turned into a song that vibrated inside him, something deep and joyous that rang through his nerves.
He stopped what he was doing to lean back and look into Deke’s eyes. He saw caring and pleasure there, all of Deke’s focus right on him. Then Deke brought their mouths together, and the taste addictive.
Still that song sounded.
When their lips parted, Deke rested their foreheads together, keeping him close. Those blue eyes were hypnotic, the world fading away into nothing. They stared at each other for so long, and the song built inside him, filling him more and more. Something inside him cracked open, and his breath caught. This was bigger than anything he’d ever felt before, this thing between him and Deke. He moaned, his lips parting. Deke dove into his mouth for an all-consuming kiss.
They sank behind the water and he found himself lost in the kiss, almost forgetting to breathe. It went on and on, longer than he could imagine holding his breath for. Distantly he thought he should panic, but he didn’t, he was so caught in the kiss. He didn’t even realize they’d floated back up to the surface until Deke broke their kiss.
He gulped in air, his lungs burning. Deke took a couple of deep inhalations, but didn’t seem particularly out of breath. He wasn’t choking at least, wasn’t gagging from sucking in water. He wasn’t sure how, but he wasn’t.
Deke smiled and kissed him again, this time quick and hard.
“Hey.” He rolled his eyes, grinned. “That was crazy.”
“It was damned hot was what it was.”
“Yeah, that, too.”
Deke stretched, his body long and muscled.
He couldn’t believe they’d done this, together. Together, all four of them. Of course, Jake and Shae still only had eyes for each other. Which sort of worked, because Deke had all his attention and that made it easier to deal with.
Deke drew him in for another kiss, then rubbed noses with him. “You wanna swim with me, baby?”
“I do.” He loved swimming. Loved it. And he cut through the pool, heading toward the far end.
He heard Deke’s laughter following him. Then far more quickly than he would have suspected, Deke was drawing up next to him, powering through the water. Fast. So fast. That rocked.
Once Deke had caught up to him, they swam together. Deke matching him stroke for stroke.
His muscles began to burn as the exercise made him ache. Deke was the one to call it a halt, dragging him up against the strong body, warming him immediately.
He wrapped his legs around Deke and held on. Deke kept them afloat, legs moving, treading through the water.
“In the water with you in my arms,” Deke noted. “Fucking perfect.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it is.” The dark was like a blanket around him.
“We should put some steaks on the grill,” Shae suggested, startling him. He’d managed to put Shae and Jake out of his mind.
“I could definitely eat steak,” Jake said.
Deke’s lips twitched. “We are a bunch of meatatarians.”
“Meat and salad? Rolls?” He was starving and wasn’t feeling particularly picky.
“We’ve got the steaks if you guys have whatever else you want,” Shae suggested.
“I’ve got a bag of salad and some bread from the grocery.” He’d shopped the day Deke had arrived, so he was more or less well stocked.
“Less bread than you think,” Deke murmured.
“Were you snacking?”
“Guilty as charged.”
“Deke is always snacking,” Jake put in.
“Don’t make me beat you, big brother.”
“He works out a lot, huh? For work,” Bryan came immediately to Deke’s defense.
“Have you seen us? I could take him.” Deke insisted.
“In your dreams. Deke is the babiest,” Jake pointed out.
“And the biggest.” Deke growled. This sounded like an old argument.
“And the hottest,” Bryan whispered for Deke’s ears only.
Deke kissed him hard. “Thank you, baby.”
“Simply the truth.”
“You hear that, big bro? I’m the hottest.” Deke sounded pleased.
“That’s a matter of opinion.”
“Nah, everyone knows it. All you older brothers don’t want to admit it.” Deke kissed him again and he could feel the man’s smile right there against his lips.
It was something new—to have someone to play with, to have someone to join up with.
“That’s our signal to go grill steaks,” Shae said, and Jake laughed.
“You don’t want me and Deke to fight.”
“Nah, I don’t want to have to call Bryan out for backing the wrong brother in the good-looking-sexy-wonderful-best-brother competition.”
“I’m glad we have brothers to fight over,” Bryan said.
“Well, you couldn’t have mine if he was the only one, period.” There was this...possessive note in Shae’s voice, like he was ready to square off with whoever he had to. Even Bryan.
What the heck? “Like I’d go for your man, Shae. I’m your friend.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. Sorry. Feeling a little...”
“Possessive,” Jake suggested, sounding very satisfied with that, too.
Shae nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, honey. I want you. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
“Love you, Shae.”
“God, I need the dentist,” bitched Deke.
A wave of water hit him and Deke, like a tsunami or something.
He curled toward Deke, hiding his face from the splash. And Deke turned his back to the wave, totally protecting him from it. “I’ve got you,” Deke growled.
“I’m a big boy, but...” He liked it. Whether he should or not, he did.
“Nothing wrong with being held.” Deke said softly, turning again to shield him from Jake and Shae.
“No. No, there’s not.” Especially when compared to having orgasms in public, or semi-public.
“Careful,” murmured Jake. “You two are in danger of becoming saccharine.” Which was like the pot calling the kettle black.
“Fuck off.” Deke threw his brother the finger.
“Be nice, Jake,” Shae whispered. “Bryan’s special.”
“Gee, thanks, Shae.” He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help that Shae’s words made him feel good—everyone wanted to feel special.
“What? You are!” Shae insisted.
“Shut up, neighbor. Steaks, remember?” Food was a safe subject.
Deke dragged him over to the edge of the pool. “We’ll go in and get the rest of the food. That is what we’re calling it now, right?” Deke winked at him.
“Uh-huh. Bread and...something.”
“We could have protein shakes while we’re getting the something.”
“Mmm. Is that code?” Bryan wondered.
“You better believe it. We wouldn’t require real protein shakes before having steaks...” Deke’s hand squeezed his, drawing him into his house.
Deke closed the door behind them, and locked it. “I thought you maybe wanted a beat to recover from having sex in front of Shae and Jake.”
Bryan felt his cheeks go hot. “Deke! You can’t say things like that.”
“I’m sorry—you were okay with it, then?”
Bryan wriggled. “I have never done anything like that before in my life.”
“But you wanted me enough you overlooked it.”
“I’m not a slut,” Bryan insisted.
“I think we should take that word and own it. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sex.”
Bryan shifted; he didn’t really have an answer for that.
“There isn’t,” Deke insisted, pulling him close and wrapping the big, strong arms around him. Deke petted him, hands warm and soothing. “You were very brave for letting go of your inhibitions and doing it.”
“I wanted you,” he admitted. Deke made him want so many things, made him forget himself. And maybe what freaked him out the most was that he wasn’t that freaked out about it. About what they’d done.
“Good. I wanted you, too.” Deke laughed softly. “Which was no doubt super obvious. You want a glass of water or anything?”
He was surprised, actually. He’d thought Deke had dragged him in here for more sex. That Deke was caring for him, making sure he was okay after the public sex, warmed him down to his toes. And, perversely, made him horny.
He grabbed Deke’s shoulders and tugged him closer, taking a kiss. He poured his worries and his desire into it, making it intense, passionate. Groaning, Deke kissed him back, pushing him against the wood of the door.
Their mouths came together again and again, the kisses hard and sure. God, that was sexy, Deke’s commanding need. They slid together, wet and slick, driving together as Deke possessed his mouth. Wrong or not, he wanted this. He wanted Deke so bad his whole body ached with it.
The surface of their skin was cool, but they warmed quickly as they rubbed together. The hard length of Deke’s cock was like a red-hot brand. It was so easy to slide down, to kneel before Deke and suck that heavy prick in. It might make him a slut but he wanted to make Deke come again and he knew their time together was finite. He could worry about being easy later.
Deke moaned for him, legs spreading slightly, steadying the big body. He grunted, his hands landing on Deke’s muscled thighs. A moment later Deke’s hands slid through his hair, wrapping around his scalp and warming his head. It was a comfort, made him want to nuzzle and suck stronger.
He rubbed his chin against Deke’s balls, his beard tugging, teasing.
“Never had a lover with a beard. Fucking love it.” Deke’s voice was husky.
He groaned and rubbed again, teasing easily.
“You are something fucking special, baby. Not giving you up.”
Oh, wouldn’t it be nice if it were true? Still, it felt good to hear.
Deke’s thighs tensed and relaxed over and over, like he was fighting not to take Bryan’s mouth hard and quick.
He pulled off completely, staring at the thick length in front of him. He wanted to be able to take it all in. He wanted to give Deke the best blow job he’d ever had in his entire life.
“I want...”
“What, baby?” Deke asked, one hand coming down to cradle his head. “Anything. Just tell me.”
“Todeepthroatyouandhaveyoucomedownmythroat.”
“What was that?” Deke asked, frowning slightly.
He cleared his throat and stared at Deke’s cock. “I want to take it all in. I want to swallow your pleasure.”
“Oh...” Deke’s fingers curled in his hair. “I’d love that, baby. I really would.”
Beaming at Deke’s response, he went to take the head of Deke’s cock back in, only to discover smiling and blow jobs didn’t really mix. He opened his mouth, taking the head in properly, closing his lips around it. This part was easy.
Deke moaned slid his hands to Bryan’s hair, carding his fingers through it. “Great start. Perfect start. Best thing to do is go slow, back off often and take a little more every time you pull me back in.”
He’d be worried about how much pleasure Deke was getting from this, given the almost clinical instructions, but Deke’s voice was so husky, pleasure evident in each word.
Sliding his lips down to the ridge that marked the end of the head, Bryan swallowed and pulled back, not quite letting Deke’s cock go. Then he went down again, taking the same short amount in.
“Yeah. Keep your lips tight. It’s so good. Use your tongue, too. Slap at me, lick me. Doing that will help relax you and make it even better for me.”
Bryan followed the instructions given, and every moan from Deke felt like a gold star.
Soon he was bobbing quickly, taking more than half of Deke’s cock in. The flesh was shiny as it slid out of his mouth, and every now and then, a drop of pre-come dripped from the tip onto his tongue. Damn, but Deke tasted amazing.
Bryan began to bob his head, swallowing as he took more and more into his mouth. The praise and instruction from Deke faded away, desire changing his words.
“Yes. Yes, please. Bryan. Fuck.” Deke began to move, to rock his hips and slide the thick cock on Bryan’s tongue, and he took as much as he could.
Deke’s hands dug into his head, holding him in place as Deke worked the thick cock over his tongue. He slapped the tip as Deke pulled back. The hands in his hair tightened, but Deke kept rocking, kept taking his mouth and giving them both exactly what they needed, never pushing too deep, though he was taking more than he ever had.
He could feel Deke’s cock swelling even harder as he kept the suction going. He was going to make this magnificent specimen of a man come again.
He was going to make Deke need.
Deke panted, grunted, and groaned, each sound a reward of the best kind, and when he reached up and rolled Deke’s balls, his lover arched.
“Bryan.” His name was repeated over and over as Deke held his head and fucked his mouth hard. It should have been too much, too rough, but it wasn’t. It felt like heaven. It felt like Deke wasn’t ever going to stop, either, like the man could do this forever.
He grabbed Deke’s ass and pulled the man in deep. He wanted it all, damn it. Deke grunted and pressed his face against Deke’s pubic bone, hips moving into his mouth in fast, short strokes. Faster and faster, Deke fucked his face. He almost gagged a time or two, but Deke was moving fast enough the thick prick didn’t stay so deep for long enough to let him.
Come on. Come on. Shoot for me.
Like Deke had heard his thoughts, he shouted and slammed into Bryan’s mouth, coming down his throat. Salt poured into him and he took it, swallowing convulsively over and over.
Deke continued to hold him still, groaning as he kept licking and taking the head of Deke’s cock back in. He stroked and petted, caressing Deke’s thighs.
“Fuck. Bryan. You have a magical mouth.”
He’d just sucked Deke off in the foyer, soaking wet. And he was harder than diamonds doing it.
“Come here, baby. I know you’re wanting.”
“Yes.” He stood on shaking legs. Deke’s strong arms wrapped around him, steadying him against the muscled body.
“Easy, baby.”
“Sorry. All my blood rushed from my head,” he managed to tease.
Deke laughed. “I bet I know where it went, too.” Deke grabbed hold of his cock, jacking him with easy strokes.
“Yes. Yes, right there. Exactly.”
Still laughing, Deke squeezed him and worked his cock with a little twist at the head, thumb brushing across the top. That had him going up on tiptoe, rocking up to get more of every sensation.
Dropping kisses on his lips, Deke kept working his cock. The sensations moved through him in waves, promising a great orgasm any moment now. His head fell back and he sawed his hips, back and forth, his world spinning.
Deke’s lips landed on his throat, the suction immediate and matching the pulls to his cock. It felt like Deke was giving it to him from both ends, making him fly.
“Yes.” He groaned, clinging to Deke’s shoulders.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve totally fucking got you.” Deke proved it by holding him up, keeping him from falling. The tongue pushing into his mouth and the hand around his cock didn’t hurt, either.
He shot, grunting into Deke’s kiss, his entire world making him crazy. Deke kept moving his hand, extending Bryan’s orgasm and making him shiver.
“Fuck, you’re inspiring, baby.” Deke sounded pleased.
“You... I’ve come more with you than anyone.” It was crazy. He couldn’t deny the draw, though.
“Ditto. I guess we bring it out in each other.” Deke swatted his ass. “We’d better get moving, though. Bread, salad, beer and dessert, right?”
“Uh-huh. They’ll be busy.” He didn’t really want to walk in on them doing what he and Deke had just done.
“I imagine by the time we get everything and go over there, they’ll be finished. Or almost finished. And if not, we’ll tease the hell out of them.”
He laughed, tickled as shit. “That’s a plan.”
“That’s me. The man with a plan.” Deke followed him into the kitchen and they gathered a few things together: bread, salad, beer, and cookies and cupcakes. “I didn’t know we had these.” Deke took the liner off a cupcake and pushed the whole thing into his mouth.
Bryan pushed close, tongue dragging along Deke’s lips, stealing a swipe of sweet. Deke smiled, but he finished the cupcake, swallowing it down before he opened and let Bryan in, leaving him the hint of sweet flavor.
It was enough, a tease.
Deke grabbed half the stuff, and Bryan took the other half and they headed back out, crossing the yards to get to Shae’s deck.
Deep, needy sounds were coming from Shae’s house, and Bryan looked back at Deke, wide eyed. “We should go.”
Deke rolled his eyes and shouted, “Call us when you’re ready to be civilized.”
“Fuck you, little brother! Take steaks with you!” The sound of flesh smacking flesh was sharp, as was Shae’s moan.
“Grab the steaks,” Deke told him. “We were promised meat, we’re going to have meat.”
“I...” He was frozen there on the deck. The sounds were obscene.
Deke turned to him and smiled. “Does it turn you on, baby?”
“What? I’ll run to the 24-hour grocery and buy steaks.”
“What’s the problem with grabbing a couple steaks from their fridge? Trust me, they’ve got plenty.”
“Okay. Okay, just go!” At least there was the big outdoor fridge thing. Spoiled brat. But also thank goodness, because he did not want to walk in on what he was hearing. It would have been both rude and pervy.
Deke had been right, though. There was a shit ton of steaks in fridge so he grabbed a couple of big porterhouses.
Shae moaned again, so he grabbed and ran. TMI. Totally TMI.
Deke’s laughter chased him, and before he got to his own deck, Deke’s hand landed on his ass, swatting him hard.
“Be good!” he yelped.
“Please, you loved the spanking on the beach.” Deke swatted him again as they went up his deck.
“Stop it!” He hadn’t loved it, right? Right?
Deke rubbed his ass. “Let’s have our steaks and see what comes up after.”
“I’ll put them in the skillet.”
“You don’t want to do them on the grill?” Deke asked, licking his lips as he looked at the steaks.
“Sure. Sure, I hope I have gas. I usually use Shae’s.”
“And you’re not willing to go back and use his tonight, eh?” Oh, Deke was laughing at him.
“Shut up or I’ll make you sleep in the howler’s house.”
Deke pouted at him. “You’d miss me in your bed.”
“I would.” Why deny it? “You’re nice and warm.”
“Let’s hope you have gas for your grill, then, so we don’t have to test either of our resolves.”
“I’m sure I do. Chill out by the pool and I’ll cook.”
“You sure?” He nodded and Deke grinned. “Cool. Gotta admit, I like being taken care of.”
“Well, they’re steaks. Easy peasy.” Right?
“I’m still feeling cared for,” Deke told him, tugging off his wet swim trunks and slipping back into the pool.
He started the grill and turned on some music, to cover up any stray noises from next door. He watched Deke floating as he waited on the food. His lover lay on his back, spread-eagle and exposed.
Perverse. Gorgeous, but perverse.
It would have been less so if Deke’s cock hadn’t been hard and glistening in the moonlight. If Deke’s whole body hadn’t been calling to him.
He wasn’t going to answer, though. Right now it was about food and being a rational human being. He got the steaks cooked—Deke wanted his rare, but Bryan was a medium, almost medium-well man. He put a little char on the bread as well, to be fancy.
“Come eat, man.”
Deke turned over and swam to the edge of the pool. He pulled himself out with ease.
God, he was beautiful. So fucking sensual. Bryan watched the entire time it took Deke to come up to the deck. He could lick the fine son of a bitch dry.
Deke caught him looking and offered him a smile, flexing his muscles. “You want to eat the steak, or me again?”
“The steak is ready.” That was a non-answer answer, but it was safe.
Laughing, Deke grabbed a towel from the ones hanging over the edge of the deck and put it on one of the lounge chairs, then sat. “Steak it is.”
Bryan grabbed the meat and the bread, disregarding the salad, because it was too much work. When he handed Deke’s plate over, their fingers slid together and Deke took a little bit too long to take the plate from him.
“Flirt,” he whispered.
“Absolutely.” Deke grinned, looking entirely unrepentant.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s working, too. Butthead.”
“Excellent, excellent. Better eat your steak—I’m going to give you a workout after dessert.”
“We’ve already come a million times.” They couldn’t possibly get it up again.
And he was totally lying to himself.
“Uh-huh. Multiple times. I’m aiming to do it again.”
“Is your aim pretty good?” He would be shocked if Deke said no.
Deke looked him up and down, gaze like a physical touch. “When I’m motivated. Absolutely.”
Bryan had to grin. Had to.
“Seriously, eat your steak, baby.” Deke sat and cut into his own, taking a big bite.
“It’s cool?” Not that he was worried, but...
“No, it’s warm.” Deke grinned and ducked his swat. “Seriously, baby. It’s perfect.”
“Thank you.” He dug in. Even tastier than normal. “Shae buys the best steaks.”
“Yeah, he’s trying to feed my brother, so that’s not surprising.”
“I guess he’s all about the paleo diet, huh?” Paleo folks ate a ton of protein.
“He just likes meat. That kind of runs in the family.” Deke was proving that, putting away the porterhouse like it was a tiny piece of meat.
“You want mine, man? I’ll share.”
“No, I’m happy to fill up on the sweets. Besides, you do need your energy.”
Deke made him feel like the most desirable man on the planet.
Deke’s smile was warm, the look in his eyes heated and it made Bryan squirm. Ridiculous, the way this man got to him.
Steak finished, Deke grabbed the box of cupcakes and made short work of the first one, then began munching on a second.
Bryan leaned back and watched, half wishing he’d made a couple more steaks. They’d been good.
“You want some?” Deke asked, catching his gaze.
“Maybe a bite, sure.”
Deke ran his finger through the icing, then slid it across Bryan’s lower lip. Then Deke leaned in and licked it off.
He thought about pointing out that he didn’t get a bite, but whatever. This was better. Deke did it again, this time pushing his tongue into Bryan’s mouth instead of licking the icing from his lips. He crawled into Deke’s lap, hoping the deck chair would hold them. He wasn’t going to examine the fact that he hadn’t needed to be coaxed.
Deke’s hands slid around his waist, holding on. “Well, hello there.”
“Hi. Fancy meeting you here.”
“Mmmhmm.” Deke slid their lips together, fingers rubbing his skin.
He traced Deke’s lips with his tongue, eyelids going heavy.
“Sexy man. You’re an addiction,” Deke told him.
“That sounds good to me.” And he was right there, too fucking into Deke to be safe.
“I could hold you until the sun comes up and it still wouldn’t be long enough,” Deke told him. It should have sounded corny, but it made him feel warm all over. It made him want that, too.
“I could let you.”
“I’ll do it. If there’s more cupcakes.”
Bryan reached over and grabbed the plastic container from the table. There were five more still in the box.
“Oh, goody.” Deke grabbed one and, after peeling off the paper holder, shoved the entire thing in his mouth.
“Did they not feed you sweets when you were young or something?” Bryan asked.
Deke tilted his head, then shook it. “No, cakes and the like were very few and far between. You wouldn’t believe how old I was before I had my first candy.”
“Well now you have to tell me.”
“I don’t.”
Bryan flicked his finger across one nipple, feeling daring. “Sure you do.”
“Well, if that’s how you’re going to ask... I was fully grown. Not a lot of treats available when I was young.”
Bryan thought that was sad, but he also related. Although there was always decent food to be had at the foster home and supper almost always included dessert of some kind, even if it was only a chocolate bar shared out between all of them. “So now you’re making up for not having sweets as a kid?”
“Yep. What about you?”
“I did okay. That’s where most of my allowance went. Not that it bought me a lot of candy, but it bought me some every week.” A little bit, because he’d been encouraged to save at least half of it. And he’d had to tithe ten percent—in the offering plate on Sunday mornings. “Were your parents strict?”
Deke took a moment to answer. “In some ways yes, in others not at all. And it was just my mother.”
“All alone with five boys like you? She must have been a saint. Are you guys Catholic?” They liked big families. His folks had been Methodists. No dancing, no singing in church. Lots of strong, silent types who thought fun of any kind was a sin. He was pretty sure his foster mom was rolling in her grave right now.
“No, not Catholic. Not any...how do I put it? Not any organized religion.”
“No? We did church on Sundays, Sunday School, the minister preached about fire and brimstone every first and third Sunday of the month, and hell on the other two.”
“Sounds very...uh.”
“Yeah, that about sums it up.” He nuzzled in, enjoying the way Deke warmed him up enough that he didn’t feel the cool night air.
“You can make up for it now. With me.” Deke grinned, teeth glinting in the moonlight.
His reply was a snort, but he couldn’t say Deke was wrong. “So where’d you grow up?” He didn’t know anything about Deke or his family, which was weird as Deke’s brother was with his best friend. On the other hand, it wasn’t like he saw nearly as much of Shae, and therefore Jake, as he had before they’d gotten together.
“We never stayed in one place very long.”
“Military family?” That would make sense, given that Deke was in the service now. It tended to run in families.
“No, I... We didn’t stay anywhere very long. We didn’t want to be noticed, I guess.”
Bryan frowned. “Why not?”
“Five rambunctious boys can get into a lot of trouble.”
“Yeah, I guess. Moving a lot seems, kind of extreme.”
Deke shrugged, and Bryan couldn’t help but feel that he was holding something back. It looked like he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t had the brightest childhood. He handed Deke another cupcake. Grabbing and peeling it, Deke offered him first bite. He got more icing than cake, which was okay with him, and he licked at the frosting on his lips as Deke shoved the rest of the cupcake right in. It made him laugh and he hugged Deke. It didn’t matter if they’d had bad childhoods, they had this right here with him in Deke’s lap, coming down off making love and sugar highs. He’d never been so sure he was right where he wanted to be. Never.
He could only hope that Deke felt the same way.