Carter could barely breathe waiting for Brand's answer. A slow smile bloomed across Brand's face and he whispered, "Yes."

Carter pushed up, capturing Brand's lips in their second kiss. After waiting so long, of telling himself to be patient, of being told to be patient, it was hard to believe that this was happening, but here Brand was, accepting him, kissing him back, and now…

Carter pulled back gently. "What now?" he asked. "Do you want to tell anyone first? Jax, your family…?"

Brand blushed. "Um, your mom…"

Carter hadn't thought to ask how Brand had found him, he'd been so wound up at just the sight of him. His face drained of color as he realized that Brand must have talked to his mother to find out where Carter was. "What did my mom say?"

"Nothing bad!" Brand hurried to assure him. "She's a little terrifying though. Remember how I told you how some omegas can come across very dominant in protecting those they love? Well, your mom has that on max. I wouldn't be surprised if that little Allie grew up to be something like her."

Now that Brand said it, Carter could definitely see the resemblance. "So what did she say?"

"Well, first she glared a lot, and then she kind of threatened me, and then…" Brand's blush deepened. "She said that if we did figure things out, to not come back for a few days."

For a moment, Carter was absolutely mortified. Yes, he was a grown man, and he'd been mated for years and had a kid, so his mother definitely knew he'd had sex, but everything with Brand was brand new, and he felt like a kid again. He pushed the feelings of embarrassment away quickly, though. The important thing was that they had his mother's tacit approval, and she was willing to watch Jax for as long as they needed.

"Is that what you want?"

Brand nodded shyly. "It's not what I had imagined, none of this is, but maybe it's better. We're not strangers. I already know you're an awesome dad. I really like talking with you. It's really hard letting go of my expectations but… I like you."

Carter's heart swelled. That mattered more to him than any damn biological draw. He'd been determined to win Brand over with or without it, and he'd never imagined that he'd both won Brand over on his own and that Brand would feel the same crazy draw to that Carter felt.

Carter stood and pulled Brand into an all-encompassing embrace. There was nothing sexual about it, just the relief and comfort of holding him closely. That didn't mean that Carter wasn't well aware of their erections pressing against each other, and Carter soon turned his head to nuzzle at Brand's neck, reveling in the intimacy of such a small thing. Brand sighed in pleasure and slumped a little in Carter's arms.

"Let's move to the bedroom," Carter suggested, walking backward and tugging Brand along with him.

Brand bit his lip. "Um. This is… you'll be my first."

His words stopped Carter in the bedroom doorway. "Really?"

Brand looked away, embarrassed. "I just didn't think it made much sense to play around."

Carter was beginning to love the old-fashioned side of Brand.

"I know it's silly, and I probably won't be very good—"

Carter stopped Brand for continuing by pressing a finger to his lips. "I'm not upset, and I don't think it's silly. I think it's amazing. You're amazing. I can't believe I get to be your first." He pulled Brand further into the bedroom and guided him to sit on the bed. "And hopefully only. Are you nervous?"

Brand scratched his head, looking away, and nodded. Carter lifted Brand's chin up and toward him. "Don't be embarrassed. You only get one first time. I'm sad to say mine was pretty lackluster, but I'm going to do my best to make sure yours isn't. If there's anything you're uncomfortable with, just let me know. If you decide at any point you're not ready for this, tell me, and I'll stop."

Carter wasn't lying to Brand; he was excited about being Brand's first, but he was also terrified. Brand didn't mean for it to, and Carter would never let on, but it put an insane amount of pressure on Carter to make it good, to not push him too much before he knew Brand was comfortable with communicating his needs to Carter.

"Just watch for now," Carter said. He almost wished he had put a shirt on so he could really put on a show for Brand, but he was also terribly impatient. He slowly brushed his hands over his chest, Brand's eyes following their path hungrily. Carter fingered his waistband, dipping his fingers underneath the fabric teasingly before popping the button on his pants before slowly drawing the zipper down. Carter had never mastered making the actual removal of his pants look sexy, but he did his best, swaying his hips back and forth and curving his back. Brand didn't seem to mind his lack of skill. His chest was heaving, one of his hands creeping further into his lap.

Carter hadn't bothered with boxers, just the pants, and as they fell to the floor, Brand's eyes darted everywhere, trying not to look directly at Carter's cock, but unable to keep himself from staring. Carter stepped closer and Brand fixed his gaze on Carter's eyes.

"You can look all you want," Carter said softly. He reached down and took Brand's hand and wrapped their fingers around Carter's cock, Carter's fingers wrapping over Brand's. "You can touch all you want too." His voice was ragged now, Brand's touch breaking his control into fragments as Brand tentatively explored this new sensation. Carter rested both his hands on Brand's shoulders, staring down at the other man, trying to remember what it had been like that first time he'd placed his hand a dick that wasn't his own. The newness of it. The way it blocked every other sensation from his mind.

Brand slowly slid his grip down Carter's length and Carter moaned in encouragement. Brand was biting his lip in concentration, and he gave a few more tugs. This was an excruciatingly slow kind of foreplay, but Carter would never force Brand to hurry through this first time. He could take his tentative, sweet time for as long—sweet moon in the sky!

Brand surprised Carter by ducking his head down and taking the full head of Carter's cock in his mouth. Carter had always been a fan of blow jobs, but it had been a couple years since he'd had the pleasure. The force of his moan surprised even him, and Brand looked up nervously.

"Did I do it wrong?"

"Hell no," Carter gasped. "That was amazing. But if you're going to keep doing that, my legs are going to give out." He stepped around Brand's legs to crawl on to the bed, settling firmly in the middle. Brand crawled up next to him, his nervousness dissipating, leaving only excitement.

"Come here," Carter said, pulling Brand on top of him. He really wanted Brand to put his mouth back on him, but more than that, he wanted Brand to feel free to explore. He wanted Brand to get comfortable with touching Carter's body. Brand perched delicately over Carter's hips and Carter grabbed his hands and pressed them against his chest before moving pushing his hands under Brand's shirt to rest on the skin of his sides. Carter wanted to guide Brand, not force him. Thankfully, Brand took the hint, and rubbed his thumb over Carter's right nipple. Carter moaned encouragingly, and Brand responded by doing the same with the other side. Carter ground his hips up into Brand, who surprised him by rocking back into them. Brand leaned down and took one of Carter's nipples into his mouth, teasing, scraping his teeth lightly over it.

"You're more adventurous than I expected," Carter gasped.

A slow, sinful smile spread over Brand's face and a wall of heat swept through Carter's body. This was a side of Brand he'd never seen, never imagined.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time," Brand said. "And I've read a lot."

He leaned back down and sucked a line of kisses along Carter's collarbone, an action so simple, but so erotic, his mind went blank of everything except the sensation.