He closed his eyes and promptly fell asleep.
Bryce dreamed of indecent things, things that only happened in books he’d read and porn he’d seen on the internet. He woke up later in the night, hard and leaking, Holden’s cock barely still inside of him. He moved his arm back, grasping Holden’s hip before falling back into dreams.
He woke again later to moonlight streaming through the window and an ache in his shoulder from holding Holden’s thigh for what had to have been hours. Holden’s face was still buried against the back of his neck, Holden’s cock hard and wet against his asshole. He didn’t mean to wake Holden, but his hips pushed back against the erection his body so urgently wanted.
“Again?” Holden rasped, the sheets rustling as he moved.
“Please.”
Holden made an affirmative sound and rolled Bryce onto his stomach. The lube opened, some of it spilling down Bryce’s crack, and then the familiar sound of wet skin against wet skin as Holden slicked his cock.
“You’re a leaking mess,” Holden told him, lining the head of his dick up with Bryce’s still tender hole. “I don’t even know if there’s room for me in here.”
Bryce’s entire body shivered, and he bit the pillow to stop himself from saying anything back. Holden thrust into him, the wet squelch of his entry enough to wake Bryce’s dick up along with the rest of him. Holden fucked him steady and hard, the bed creaking beneath them with every slam of Holden’s hips. Holden fucked him for a good five minutes before coming, another hot rush of cum into the deepest parts of him that had Bryce writhing against the sheets.
He arched his back, grabbed Holden’s hip, and kept the other man deep inside of him. Holden came hard with a low and rumbling growl that caused gooseflesh to prick up along the back of Bryce’s neck.
“I could stay like this for days,” Holden said quietly, dusting a kiss against Bryce’s warm skin. “Just fucking you and filling you and falling asleep then waking up and doing it all over again.”
“Tease,” he murmured.
Holden didn’t stay inside of him for long after the last orgasm, and Bryce winced at the emptiness. He rolled onto his side to face Holden, whose expression was as unreadable as it had been the day before when they’d met for the first time.
“I’m serious,” he said, and Bryce swallowed hard, stunned into silence.
CHAPTER 9
Holden
The sheets were a tangledand sweaty mess. Bryce was flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead, and Holden could only guess what the insides of his thighs looked like. Holden shoved his hair away from his face and rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with a forearm.
He shouldn’t have said that.
But he’d meant it just the same.
After the admission, he’d expected Bryce to have something witty or horny to retort. What he got instead was a sad little whimper and the insistent press of Bryce’s body against his. Holden wrapped his arms around him and kissed the top of his head, hating the way it made his chest feel to have Bryce so close. Neither of them said anything for an achingly long time until Bryce finally murmured, “I don’t want to go back to my brother’s house.”
The reminder of Merrick’s role in their lives was a rude awakening, dashing any ideas he’d had about keeping Bryce locked in the bedroom all weekend, of tying him to the bed and pumping him full of cum. It was a shame, Holden thought, that Bryce didn’t want to role play the whole breeding part of thebreeding kink, because for the first time in his life, he saw the appeal of it. The primal rutting and thrusting of it, the need to get as deep as possible, to come more than he ever had before.
“But I don’t want to overstay,” Bryce said next, and Holden petted his fingers along the side of Bryce’s face.
“Please stop talking.”
Bryce hummed and went quiet.
Holden closed his eyes. He needed to think, needed to assess the possible options and outcomes for the mess he’d gotten himself into. Fucking Bryce was absolutely supposed to be a one-time thing, maybe two…three at best. He definitely hadn’t set out with the intent to like fucking Bryce so much. He’d gone into it pretty sure fucking Bryce would be like fucking anyone else. Maybe there would be a little more sense of adventure because he was Merrick’s little brother, but the feelings Holden was having about Bryce didn’t reflect any of those earlier plans. If the first option was out the window, he might as well try number two and see what results it would yield.
“Don’t move,” he said, unfolding himself from Bryce’s still trembling body. He’d planned to go get some snacks from the fridge, but seeing Bryce naked and so very messy in bed, Holden didn’t feel right leaving him there without covering him up. Unfortunately, he didn’t want to put him into a bath either, knowing without asking that Bryce wasn’t ready to lose all the cum Holden had so carefully loaded into him.
Trying to meet himself in the middle, he went and grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and adjusted as much of it over the sheets as he could manage before rolling Bryce back onto the top of it. It wasn’t warm, but at least it was dry.
“Are you okay?” Holden asked, tapping his mouth with the side of his first finger.
Bryce opened his mouth and quickly closed it, answering Holden with a nod.
“I’ll be right back.”
Holden went around the divider, this time into the kitchen. He didn’t have a ton of stuff in the fridge. He was a snacker at best, a youngest child who’d grown up with ingredients not food. Holden was used to making do with the things he had available. So he did his best to assemble a plate that looked a lot like rabbit food. He took it and a bottle of water back to the bed, ignoring the way Bryce’s eyes went soft at his return.
