“This is going to sound really weird, but would you like it if I bought fake cum?” Holden’s cheeks darkened with the question, and Bryce parted his lips to speak but his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and no sound came out.
“Is that too much?” Holden scrunched his nose, covering his face with both hands. “I know you said you weren’t into the pregnancy part of it, but I just thought?—”
“I’ve never,” he interrupted, pulling Holden’s hands away from his face. “I’ve never thought about it. No one has brought it up.”
Holden bit his bottom lip.
Bryce tugged it free. “Tell me more.”
Holden was back as he’d been the first day they met, silent and reserved. But even without using words, his face telegraphed everything he was feeling, all of the want and curiosity that had existed between them from the very first meeting.
“Tell me more, or I won’t stop talking,” he tried, drawing in a breath and hoping Holden gave him an answer because Bryce had no idea what to say. He loved that Holden was willing to gag him and he loved being gagged, but he’d never felt pressured to speak when it was just the two of them together. It wasn’t anything like his life back home.
“God, you’re a menace.” Holden groaned, pushing harder on the plug which definitely drew a noise out of Bryce, but nothing coherent. “I know you like the idea of being filled, the act of it. They sell like, I don’t know, fake cum. We could fuck and I would still come in you, but I could use some of that so you could leak…if you wanted.”
Bryce rubbed his lower lip, a sudden itch that refused to go away. That was possibly the most Holden had ever said to him,but also the sweetest thing anyone had ever offered him in his entire adult life.
“Would you like it?” he asked.
“I don’t know. But I’ll try it.”
“That might be the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.” A fresh wave of tears threatened the corners of his eyes, but Bryce was absolutely not going to cry over his boyfriend offering to pump him full of fake jizz.
“That can’t be true,” Holden said with a laugh. “But we’ll see. Until then, I think you were trying to say you needed to get back to your brother’s place.”
“I take it back.”
Holden laughed and smacked the outside of his thigh. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
With as much reluctance as his tired body could manage, Bryce protested the attention for five seconds before quickly giving in and letting Holden walk him into the shower. He didn’t even pretend to hate it when Holden washed his body and his hair, and he had no fight in him at all when Holden toweled him off.
“Can I ask for something?”
“You can ask for everything,” Bryce murmured as Holden helped him back into his clothes.
“Before you go to sleep tonight, when you take the plug out, will you record it and send it to me?”
Another flare of heat burned behind Bryce’s sternum, and he managed to nod his agreement.
“I know you like the cum inside of you, but would you push some out while you’re filming? Then if you want to, you can scoop it back inside.”
Bryce had obviously died and gone to heaven. “You make it hard to want to leave.”
Holden finished buttoning Bryce’s jeans, then slanted their mouths together and kissed him until both of them were near the front door again, breathing frantic.
“I don’t work Sunday,” Holden whispered. “Spend the night Saturday?”
“Absolutely.”
“Drive safe,” he said next.
“I’ll do my best.”
Getting back to Merrick’s was going to be work because how was Bryce supposed to remember traffic laws with the tip of a plug teased against his prostate and a load’s worth of cum tucked safely inside of him?
He did manage it, though, and when he walked into Merrick’s apartment, his brother was awake in the living room, watercolor pad open on the coffee table and the handle of a paintbrush between his teeth.
“The prodigal brother returns,” Merrick said, looking back at the dragon he was painting.
