Merrick
I’m not mad
Well, I am mad. But I’m not mad that you’re sleeping with my brother. I’m mad you didn’t tell me you were sleeping with my brother and I’m mad my brother didn’t tell me he was sleeping with you. I thought he’d been out with randos or worse and he never told me otherwise and he’s new to town and I didn’t want him to get hurt. I don’t think you’ll hurt him, you don’t seem like the type, but I don’t think I know you well enough to decide one way or another. Bryce is a good judge of character, though, and I don’t think Riggs would have hired you if you were shady, but that’s all I have to go off right now so I am mad. I am mad, but I think all things considered, you’re probably not a bad choice for him. He talks a lot and probably can’t be with someone who talks a lot too and you never talk at all. How long has this been going on, by the way? It can’t be since the first day he got into town?? Is it since then? I wish I had thought of all these questions when I saw you two on the beach, but I was so shocked to see either of you there, let alone seeing you together. Like TOGETHER together. I love my brother, and I want him to be happy. I don’t think his ex made him happy. Has he told you about her? Probably, he talks a lot, but I don’t think he was happy with her and I haven’t seen him a lot since he moved down, but I hope he’s happy with you. Anyway, I’m mad but also mad at myself thathe didn’t think he could tell me about you or that he didn’t want to tell me. I don’t know which is worse honestly. He’s not mad at me, is he? Are you? Fuck, I hate this. Please don’t wait too long to talk to me about this.
Holden read the message a few times, picking up something new on every pass. Merrick’s brain was a wild place, Holden realized. It took work to make Bryce look soft-spoken, but somehow Merrick managed to do it. Even with how much talking Bryce had done on the way home from the beach, he at least managed to stay on topic. Merrick was like a pinball machine, jumping from one idea to the other. It was enough to give Holden whiplash.
He texted Merrick back.Everything is fine. Don’t worry.
Then he turned off his ringer and set his phone face down on the nightstand.
Fifteen minutes later, Bryce emerged from the bathroom with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. His chest looked flushed and there was a growing bulge below the knot of the towel. Bryce looked at him sheepishly, standing a few feet away from the foot of the bed.
“Where do you want me?”
“Right there,” he said. “I want you to drop the towel, and I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Bryce loosened the knot and the towel fell to his feet. He was hard, like Holden had guessed, and Bryce wasted no time taking himself in hand and stroking his full length. Holden watched Bryce touch himself until his own dick was hard, then he angled his head toward the bed in invitation. Bryce made a show of crawling up from the bottom with his back arched and his ass in the air. He looked good enough to eat—and Holden planned to—but he was going to spend plenty of time making sure Bryce was ready for it first.
“Never in my life have I come as hard as I do when I’m inside of you,” Holden whispered, situating himself behind Bryce and petting his hands over the swell of his ass cheeks. “It pours out of me like I’m made of nothing but pleasure meant to fill you up.”
This was part of his plan. They both knew Holden had gone to the store and bought a bag of that fake cum, and they both knew he planned to get it into Bryce’s body, but they hadn’t discussed the intricacies of how that was going to happen. He had Bryce’s consent for the act itself, but Holden hadn’t thought it would be really sexy to simply funnel fake cum into Bryce until it leaked out of him. He wanted something more intimate, something that wouldn’t take either of them out of the moment.
In the end, it had been easy to rig the bag with a thin enough tube he’d be able to get the end into Bryce’s ass alongside his own cock. He’d be able to pump Bryce full of fake cum and real cum at the same time, riding out an orgasm with everything he wished his body could allow him to give.
“I want you.”
“You have me.”
Holden had hidden the bag under the blanket at the foot of the bed but he’d left the lube on top. He slicked his fingers and thrust them into Bryce’s exposed hole, leaning down and adding his tongue to the mix. Holden gave himself permission to be loud in their silence, sucking and lapping at Bryce’s rim. He swirled his tongue around his knuckles, scissoring his fingers open so he could lick the inside of Bryce’s hole. Beneath him, Bryce pushed back, rubbing Holden with his ass. Holden dug his fingers into Bryce, twisting his wrist until he found Bryce’s prostate. Bryce buried his face into the pillows and moaned, his entire body trembling when Holden got three fingers inside and against him. Bryce was so wet with lube, the sounds of Holden’s handworking him open sounded more like a pussy than an asshole, and Holden had to rest his forehead against Bryce’s ass to steady himself.
“It feels so good,” Bryce whined when he went still. “Don’t stop.”
“I want this to last.”
“I want you now.”
“I want you to stop talking now,” Holden said simply, and with a crackle, the air in the room changed. Bryce sucked in a shaky breath, his entire body relaxing at the statement. Holden could have gotten his whole hand into Bryce at that point, but that was another conversation and another game entirely.
Bryce was silent, and Holden lined his cock up and thrust inside.
Bryce did speak after that, a muttered curse before he bit the pillow between his teeth. His eyes rolled back as Holden started to move. He didn’t plan for this to last long, he never could with Bryce, but he didn’t want it to end before it even got going. Steeling himself against his own pleasure, he sank fully into Bryce’s well-lubed hole. Bryce held him tight, and Holden reached around and grabbed Bryce’s dick in his fist. He started to stroke him, slow and loose, working him toward an orgasm he had no plans on seeing through. He wanted Bryce trembling and desperate by the time he finished.
He pressed his chest over the curves of Bryce’s back, kissing the nape of his neck and pulling them both into an awkward and tight seated position. He banded his arm around Bryce’s chest to hold him steady and dragged his tongue up the side of Bryce’s neck.
“Ride me,” he whispered. “But don’t come. And don’t you dare make me come.”
Bryce groaned, starting slow. Holden tightened his hand around Bryce’s cock, knowing it wouldn’t be long at all beforehis boyfriend was a sweaty and writhing mess on his lap. Holden bit the inside of his cheek and closed his eyes because watching Bryce move on top of him would have sent him flying over the edge and past the point of no return.
“You’re so tight,” he rasped, sliding his hand down and pinching Bryce’s already hard nipple between his fingers. “So fucking hot.”
“I’m close.”
“Don’t.”
“I can’tstop it,” Bryce protested, his pace faltering.
His breath came in rough and staggered pants, and Holden shoved him forward, pulling back and letting his cock slide free. It hurt to not be inside of Bryce anymore, but they were both perilously close to coming and Holden wanted to make it count. He teased the fingers of one hand over Bryce’s swollen hole and aligned the tube of the cum bag along the top of his shaft. He’d picked one thick enough to not pinch closed, but thin enough that he hoped Bryce wouldn’t feel it.
