after.
He clutched Braxton’s hands before they got his zipper down.
Parting from the kiss, Fabian studied Braxton’s expression.
Looking slightly defeated, Braxton stopped trying to strip
Fabian’s pants off. He stepped back and ran his hand over his
hair.
Fabian buckled his belt and fought with the sense of dealing
with a man who would eventually break his heart. “Uh, I don’t
have anything to eat there. So, what should we do for dinner?”
“We can call and get something delivered.” Braxton suddenly
appeared conflicted.
“Okay.” Fabian looked around the office, disoriented from
the rawness. Struggling to think, he searched his desk and patted
his pockets for his phone and keys, still dizzy from the contact.
Not to mention the concept of a man who wanted to fuck him…
everywhere risqué.
Leading them out, Braxton walked down the hall, shutting
lights and continually trying to get his long hair back from his
forehead and eyes, as if either it was driving him crazy or he was
nervous.
They stood together waiting for the elevator in silence. Since
it was after six, and Friday, the building had cleared out. Once
inside the elevator, Braxton pushed the parking lot level button
and fidgeted, shifting his weight, hands in and out of his
pockets…biting his lower lip.
“You sure you want to come?” Fabian asked.
“Sure I’m sure. Do you not want me to?”
The look of defensiveness shouldn’t have surprised Fabian.
He was getting used to it. “Only if you want to. I mean, if all you want is a fuck,” Fabian sneered, “we can do it in your car.” He
didn’t intend for it to come out nasty, but it did.
The elevator opened at their level and both exited, stopping to
confront the other.
“It’s not all I want. If it was all I wanted why would I be
asking to spend the evening with you?” Braxton did not seem
pleased.
“Fine. Okay.” Fabian wanted him so much, he knew this kind
of talk would turn Braxton off and they would each go their
separate ways. “Don’t lose me.” Fabian walked to his car.
Under his breath he heard Braxton reply, “I’m trying not to.”
Fabian smiled to himself and sat behind the wheel, starting
the car. He pulled out and waited as that sexy Porsche nearly
kissed his rear end. They drove to Pasadena, ‘spooning’
bumpers.
~
Braxton tapped his earpiece to answer a call as he kept the
Lexus in front of him while on the way to Fabian’s home.
“Braxton Todd,” he said, checking the clock on the dash and
knowing he should be allowing the answering service to pick up.
“Braxton? It’s Dack. You never returned my calls.”
Braxton moaned to himself and rubbed his forehead. “Look,
Dack, I’m really not interested.”
“But I thought we had some chemistry. You know.”
“No. I don’t know. We didn’t have any chemistry.”
“I got a great contract for a reality show. I was thinking
maybe you can be my PR guy. Get me interviews on talk shows
and into the magazines.”
“And your sugar daddy will pay my fee?” Braxton shook his
head in disgust.
“Yes.”
“Christ, Dack. Come on. You know how expensive it is to
hire me?”
“The old man wants me to succeed. He said he’d do anything
I wanted. And I want to be a celebrity.”
“Pull your pants down on your reality show. That’ll get you
in the news.” Braxton slowed down as Fabian’s car exited the
highway and began weaving through local neighborhoods.
“Are you serious? Is that the advice you’re giving me?”
“No. I’m joking, sort of. But you’ll be noticed and the ‘old
man’ won’t have to pay.”
“Would you do it? Pull your pants down on TV?”
“No.”
“Then why are you telling me to do it? I want a career, not a
reputation as an idiot!”
“Look, Dack, I’m sorry. I’m just exhausted and need to get
back to you about it Monday. If you’re serious.”
“Of course I’m serious. And…I really would love to…ya
know…”
of a large apartment complex. He followed, looking for the guest
spot.
“…have sex with you.”
“I…” Braxton watched Fabian park and said, “I’m in a
committed relationship.” Never in his life had Braxton said that,
lying or for real.
“You are? Or are you just telling me that to put me off?”
“No. I’m in love with someone and won’t cheat on him. Ever.
So if all you want is a business contract, let me get back to you
on Monday.” He parked and noticed Fabian walking to his car.
“You’re full of shit. You’re just saying that.”
Braxton shut the ignition of the car and opened the door,
craning his finger at Fabian to come closer. He did, appearing
curious. Braxton said to Fabian, “Dack Torrington doesn’t
believe that I am in a relationship and won’t cheat.”
“Dack the dick?” Fabian laughed.
Braxton nodded and put his phone on speaker. “Say hi to my
lover, Dack.”
“Who?” Dack asked.
Fabian leaned into the car and said, “Leave my man alone,
got it?”
“Who the hell are you?” Dack sounded angry.
“My name is Fabian, and no one messes with my man.” He
caressed Braxton’s hair.
“Is this the truth or are you getting some guy in a bar to say
that, Braxton?”
“You hear any music, Dack?” Braxton touched Fabian’s thigh
as he stood at his open Porsche door.
“Huh. Okay. Bye.”
Braxton disconnected the line and climbed out of his car,
putting the earpiece into his pocket. “You believe this? Next
person I expect to hear from is Virginia Steinman. My luck she’ll
call and beg me for a three-way with a straight jock she’s conned
into joining us.”
“I’m not surprised after they went on a date with you. You’ll
get them all trying to bag you, Braxton.” Fabian shook his head
and smiled.
“I only want one to bag me.” He shut his car door and
without looking, pointed his key fob at it to lock it. “Or should I say, shag me.”
“One?” Fabian reached out his hand. Braxton took it.
Holding hands? Braxton Todd holding hands? Impossible!
But it felt really good. Braxton laughed at himself and
squeezed those fingers tight.
~
Fabian led the way to his unit on the third floor and wondered
if all this talk was for show, a slick charmer to continue getting
what he wanted, or if it was sincere.
After opening his door to his apartment, Fabian said, “It’s not
much of a place. Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Braxton removed his tie and suit jacket, draping
them over a chair in the living room.
“I just had Chinese food last night, so, what else could we
order?” Fabian toed off his shoes and also removed his tie and
jacket, headed to his bedroom to hang it up.
When he did, he turned around to see Braxton at the doorway,
investigating the contents of the simple bedroom, and him.
Seeing Braxton strike a pose, leaning on the frame of the
door, Fabian could imagine how easy it was for this man to get
anyone he wanted, anytime he wanted. But, was it lonely there?
Lonely having people only want you for one thing? Fabian knew
the answer to that.
He hung up his suit jacket and tie and opened the top buttons
of his shirt. “Pizza?”
“Anything.” Braxton crossed the room and held Fabian
around his waist. They pecked lips and pushed their crotches
together.
The attraction was so strong, it wasn’t something Fabian
could control. With a hand on resting on each of Braxton’s
shoulders, he ran it down Braxton’s arms, feeling solid muscle.
“Do I get to see you naked?”
“Before pizza?” Braxton teased, rubbing noses playfully.
“Uh…” Oh hell yeah. Now?
As if it were a dare, Braxton stepped back and removed his
shoes and socks.
While Fabian watched, his mouth watering, Braxton slowly
His cuffs, his shirt buttons, open, allowing the material to
hang free, just enough to see Braxton’s cut chest and six pack
abs. And giving a great show, Braxton unbuckled his belt and
opened his zipper, spreading the material wide to reveal a pair of
black boxer briefs.
Fabian’s cock engorged and pulsated as he waited.
Braxton stepped out of his suit trousers and tossed them on a
low padded stool beside Fabian’s dresser. He stopped before
going any farther, and asked, “Good so far?”
Fabian gazed from Braxton’s golden eyes to his jaw, down
his neck, his chest, naval, and the dark treasure trail that led to his briefs. The outline of a prefect cock was showing through the
cotton material.
“Fuck yeah.”
Braxton allowed the shirt to drop to the carpet.
There he was, gorgeously bronze, sculpted like a
Michelangelo statue, hairless chest, as if he waxed or shaved,
and long lean muscular legs. Fabian couldn’t believe his eyes.
Yes, he imagined Braxton was built nicely, but this? This is what
he was hiding under his Ralph Lauren suits?
“Where…Jesus, where do you work out?”
“Got a personal trainer.” Braxton stalked him. “Your turn.”
Fabian had no idea if he could compete with that! He backed
up, his legs hitting his bed as Braxton began to turn predatory.
Braxton helped Fabian with his shirt buttons as Fabian
drooled over this Adonis who was getting him naked.
His shirt was tugged out of his trousers and gently urged
down his arms to drop onto the floor. Braxton ran his hands over
Fabian’s chest to tweak his nipples. Fabian was about to come in
his pants yet again. This man was pure animal lust and he adored
the bastard.
As Braxton leaned forward to take one of Fabian’s hard
nipples between his teeth, he worked on Fabian’s pants, making
sure Fabian’s briefs dropped with his trousers. Fabian’s cock
flipped upright when it was exposed, hitting his own pelvis and
wagging in delight.
Braxton kissed his way down Fabian’s chest to his low
abdomen and then sat on his heels as he admired Fabian.
It felt as if Fabian was struggling for oxygen, he was so
excited. He looked down at Braxton. Just the size of the man’s
shoulders and biceps was making Fabian weak in the knees.
Braxton urged Fabian backwards so he was lying on the bed
width-wise, then he removed all of the lower half of Fabian’s
clothing.
While Braxton kissed Fabian’s inner thighs and pushed his
knees apart, Fabian felt his heart pounding beneath his ribs and
stared at the ceiling. Don’t fuck me and leave. Don’t.
Braxton used his lips to caress his way to Fabian’s balls then
sucked one into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it.
“Oh, hell yeah.” Fabian spread his legs wider and peeked at
the nightstand where his supplies were.
With just the tips of his fingers, Braxton held Fabian’s cock
upright, not stroking it, but giving his nuts a tongue bath and
good sucking.
Craving more, Fabian raised his heels to the bed, straddling
wide in invitation.
Braxton ran kisses against his inner thighs, nuzzling Fabian’s
balls with his nose and mouth.
What a lover. What a fucking lover…
“No wonder everyone wants you.” Fabian whimpered and
tried to watch the action below.
Braxton sat up and smiled. “Time to order dinner?”
“Are you kidding me?” Fabian laughed nervously and pulled
on his leaking cock.
“You sure you don’t want to wait?” Braxton grinned
wickedly.
The statement stunned Fabian. Suddenly he was wondering if
he had sex now, if Braxton wanted to leave, or if Braxton was
giving him the option of at least having dinner first, before he
vanished.
~
Braxton admired Fabian’s gorgeous runner’s body. Lean,
tightly packed and not heavily muscled. Just as he loved it. And
that cock? Ideal. Cut, straight, and six inches? He ran his hands
along Fabian’s legs from his knees to his balls, wanting to savor
this, not wanting to fuck too quickly and feel awkward after. For
the first time, Braxton did not want to run away. He wanted to
take his time and enjoy the evening.
Braxton rose to his feet and reached into his briefs to feel
how sticky he’d gotten from the sexual play.
Fabian opened his mouth to say something but didn’t, staring
at Braxton’s build in obvious admiration.
“My trainer kills me. I better look fucking good for all the
agony.”
“You look good, Braxton. Make no mistake. Holy shit. I
could stare at you all night.” He started working his cock.
Braxton wagged his finger. “Uh uh. No way.”
Fabian released the hold he had on himself. “You act like a
dom.”
“Do I?” That amused Braxton. He was certainly a top in his
mind, but a dom? “I don’t know if I want to tie you up…never
did anything like that.” Braxton moved closer so their legs
touched. He gave Fabian’s body another slow once over. “Have
you?”
“No. I have thought about it. I mean, not all the leather gear.
Just being helpless with a powerful man. Like you.”
The surge to Braxton’s groin at the comment was like
lightning. He reacted, grabbing Fabian’s knees and pushing them
backwards against Fabian’s chest, then he knelt on the bed
between them.
“Rubbers and lube…in the drawer.” Fabian’s chest rose and
fell as he pointed to the nightstand.
Braxton turned to look in the direction he indicated.
“So…you want me to fuck you? Now?” Braxton was confused.
At first he tho
ught Fabian wanted to have a leisurely evening,
not fuck first. The mixed signals were hard for Braxton to deal
with.
“I don’t know what I want.”
Seeing the apprehension in Fabian, Braxton released Fabian’s
legs and crawled higher so they were lying face to face.
“Why are you confusing me?” Braxton pressed their cocks
together after making sure they lay side by side.
“I’m not trying to.”
“You said in the parking garage if all I wanted was a fuck to
fuck you in the car. And you said it like you were angry.”
“I did. I’m sorry.”
“Now, I’m trying to go slow, have dinner first, and you’re
anxious to get me in bed. What am I missing here?”
“It’s me. I’m crazy.”
Braxton wondered how crazy Fabian was. He couldn’t handle
a nut case at the moment. He was one.
Feeling both their erections soften, Braxton rolled off the bed
and put his pants on.
“Are you leaving?” Fabian leaned on his elbows.
“No. Do you want me to? I just figured we’d eat with our
pants on.” Braxton stopped getting dressed and said in
frustration, “Just tell me what you want me to do!”
Water welled in Fabian’s eyes and he didn’t answer.
“God!” Braxton ran his hand through his hair and faced the
wall. “It’s too complicated! I can’t handle one more
complication in my fucking life!” He balled his fists.
He heard movement behind him and felt the touch of
Fabian’s hand. “Don’t go. I want you to stay. I’m not trying to be
difficult. I’m trying to do the right thing for both of us.”
Braxton spun around and met Fabian’s blue eyes. “And
what’s the right thing, Fabian? Huh?”
As gently as if he were touching a child, Fabian cupped
Braxton’s jaw and drew him to his lips. At the tenderness,
Braxton’s anger left. He held Fabian’s head, enjoying the
affection, starved for it.
“Let’s order a pizza.” Fabian smiled.
“Sounds good.” Braxton rested his forehead against his.
Chapter 13
Fabian wore a pair of jeans and a T-shirt while Braxton relaxed
in his suit trousers, his sleeves rolled up and his shirt open low
on his chest. They had ordered a pizza and while they waited for
it, were sitting together on the sofa, drinking wine, facing each
other. Mirroring postures, both men were leaning back on the
arm of the couch, one knee bent, facing each other.
“I came out young.” Fabian sipped the red wine. “I suppose