A Subtle Breeze

to Brendon’s. Zeke groaned when his tongue met the other man’s, the flavor exploding throughout his senses, his cock jerking and releasing more pre-cue as he reached out to pull Brendon to him. The hand that cupped his face slid down, across Zeke’s shoulder and lower still until it found his nipple, already hard and aching. Zeke moaned his approval as their tongues twined together and Brendon scraped at the nipple with his thumbnail.
Zeke’s back arched so fast his hat fell off and he almost slid out of his chair. Grabbing Brendon by the arms, Zeke pulled him up as he stood without breaking their kiss. He steered them to the living room, knowing he’d never make it to the bedroom, never survive the walk. Twisting around, Zeke fell back onto the couch, pulling Brendon on top of him and reaching down to grab his firm ass.
Brendon threw his head back, groaning as he thrust his cock against Zeke’s. “Need to…ah, God, Zeke,” Brendon panted, pushing himself up on his knees between Zeke’s thighs. “Clothes. Get them off.” He jerked off his own shirt before reaching down and tugging the hem of Zeke’s tee from his waistband. Zeke rose up enough to pull the shirt off over his head, then reached out and stroked Brendon’s nipples, pinching the hard buds. Brendon moaned and unfastened the snap on his pants before pushing them and his underwear down his thighs.
The sight of Brendon’s cock, the fat crown glistening with moisture, had Zeke’s hands stilling on Brendon’s nipples. It’d been too long since Zeke had seen another man like this, touched a dick other than his own. He slid his hands quickly down Brendon’s hard abs, unable to fully appreciate the firm muscles there when something much more tempting was so close to his fingertips.
“Oh, God, Brendon, you’re so thick, so…” Zeke trailed off, eyes wide as he ran his thumb over Brendon’s glistening cockhead, pressing slightly on the slit. With a low groan, Brendon grabbed his hand, stilling the movement.
“Going to come if you keep doing that, Ezekiel,” he explained, then stood to pull off the rest of his clothes. Zeke straightened and started to unbutton his jeans, but Brendon stopped him and waited until Zeke met his gaze. Only then did he bend down and pick up his discarded pants. Zeke watched him dig through the pockets and pull out a strip of condoms. He tossed them on the floor beside the couch with one hand while dropping the jeans behind him with the other.
“You had a plan or something, Brendon?” Zeke teased, enjoying the way a bright blush swept over Brendon’s body. Nope, he decided it didn’t offend him in the least that Brendon had come out here with the idea of seducing him somewhere on his list of things to do. Zeke knew, judging by the hardness of his own erection, that particular part of him was really glad about the whole seduction scheme.
“Yes,” Brendon admitted, not a trace of humor in his steady gaze. “I’ve wanted you since…since Gloria showed me your picture weeks ago. Enessa and Gloria thought we’d, uhm, get along.”
Well, then, hallelujah, and far be it from Zeke to deny either of them this night. He admired the way Brendon didn’t flinch or beat around the bush—he’d stood proud and almost daring when he made his proclamation. The man both humbled him and made him want to fuck until they were boneless lumps. Even knowing Gloria and Nessa had been priming Brendon, feeding him information on him, couldn’t douse the sheer need Zeke was feeling. He was hot, he was horny, and his cock was so hard he could hammer nails with it.
Zeke was also determined to meet Brendon’s honesty tit for tat even if it was embarrassing. “I haven’t…been with anyone in over four years,” he offered. The effect that statement had on Brendon was immediate and apparent. His whole body vibrated with a level of anticipation Zeke could almost feel.
“Well, then,” Brendon drawled, reaching to unbutton Zeke’s jeans, “maybe it’s time we stopped talking and…” Zeke’s cock nearly burst out from its confines as a swift jerk from Brendon freed all the buttons at once. He watched as Brendon paused when he saw how big the cock was that he had just released.
“Damn, Ezekiel, that thing is almost…illegal,” he muttered before tracing a prominent vein running down one side. Zeke took Brendon’s hand and cupped it around his dick, hips jerking when the man fisted the heavy length.
“It’ll fit, you’ll fit it just fine, but I want…” Zeke sucked in a breath as Brendon pumped his cock, “I want you to fuck me, Brendon.” Brendon’s head jerked up, hand stilling on Zeke’s shaft.
“You sure, Zeke? ’Cause we can…either way, you know?”
He had seen that quick flash of fear in Brendon’s eyes, and Zeke didn’t view it as a sacrifice to be on the receiving end tonight. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d bottomed. Generally, he did prefer to top but he wanted to feel the man’s long, thick cock spearing his ass. Zeke kissed Brendon, intending for it to be a soft, reassuring kiss, but it quickly became a mashing of lips, nipping teeth and thrusting tongues. When Zeke was finally able to make himself pull away, he was breathing like he’d run a marathon.
“You include lube, baby, in all your planning?” Zeke teased, fighting the desire to cross his fingers in hope. The way Brendon pinked up all over again practically answered the question for him.
“Yeah, yeah, just let me…” Brendon turned back to dig through his pants pockets again, finding the little packets of lube he had brought with him. He turned and almost dropped the lube while grabbing the base of his dick and squeezing hard. Zeke had pretty much hoped for such an effect when he’d turned and bent at the waist, forearms braced on the arm of the couch. There was something to be said for the