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ryce pulled his truck up at their worksite. He loved that—their site. It was obviously theirs too. Ava had invested in canvas signs that hung on the safety fences surrounding the block announcing that it was “Another build by Triple Threat Enterprises.” He grinned, getting a kick out of it. He’d never imagined that his pitch would be the basis for their name.
He’d wanted to show them that they made the perfect team. He had no idea how his brain had conjured up those words at that very moment, but it had stuck. The name was the easiest part of their business to set up—it was their very first unanimous decision.
He slipped through the fence and secured the padlock in place. Bryce was tired and achy from practice, but he was pumped too. It was Cole’s birthday, and he and Ava had spent the day together while Bryce was at training, and Bryce knew that not much work had been done. It was his time to spoil his beau now, and he had every intention of making his man come apart again.
“Cole,” he called, closing the front door behind him. There was a fresh coat of paint on the walls that completely changed the mishmash of colours it had been when they’d first seen this house. This flip was a simple one—on the inside Cole had demolished a couple of walls to open up the living spaces, they’d updated the bathrooms and laundry, changed the kitchen bench, repainted, and replaced the window coverings. The outside was a matter of updating the gardens, adding a few more plants in to replace the dead ones, and trimming back a few overgrown trees.
“In here,” he responded, and Bryce paused to light the candle on the cupcake he’d bought before following the sound of his voice.
He took a moment to admire his man. Dressed in khaki work shorts, tan steel-capped boots, and a high-vis polo shirt, Cole was hotness personified. Bryce wanted to drool. But it was the tool belt that did it for him. Ava had confided how she’d imagined what Cole would look like in just his belt and boots. Ever since their conversation, he’d been like one of Pavlov’s dogs. Cole pulled out the belt and Bryce drooled. Watching him in action up a step ladder adjusting the hinge on a cupboard door was a fantasy he didn’t even realize he had.
“Happy birthday to you,” Bryce sang when Cole turned and spied him staring. His grin turned sappy as Bryce kept singing. He probably looked absurd in a party hat, wrapped in streamers and carrying the cupcake, but getting a smile like that out of Cole was worth it every time.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Cole said, sauntering over to him and blowing out the candle. He didn’t wait for Bryce to put it down, instead wrapping his arms around Bryce’s shoulders. His belly flip-flopped. The smile that Cole gifted him with was radiant. It shone from within, something that he’d seen more and more of in the last few months. “But you brought me cake, so you can keep being as ridiculous as you like.”
“Happy birthday, babe,” Bryce murmured against his lips before stealing a kiss. His soft stubble brushed Bryce’s lips as Cole kissed a line down his throat, and Bryce shivered, imagining it between his legs. But it wasn’t about him today.
“Nrgh,” Cole half mumbled, half whimpered as Bryce slid his free hand up under his shirt and flicked his nipple.
“This tool belt gets me every time,” Bryce murmured, fingering the clip and moving back to Cole’s mouth. He tossed the cupcake on the kitchen bench, uncaring whether it landed the right way up, and threaded his fingers into Cole’s hair, holding him in place while he devoured him.
Cole rocked into him, grinding his hard length against the leg Bryce had pressed between his, kicking Bryce into action. He danced Cole’s shirt up his body and tossed it aside. Falling to his knees, he licked and nipped at every inch of Cole’s chest and abs on his way down. And damn those abs. Tight and dusted with a dark treasure trail and decorated with tattoos, Bryce couldn’t help follow the directions to the pot of gold—or whatever the metaphor was. He couldn’t think straight. His brains were scrambled by his hot-as-hell lover’s hands in his hair, tugging at the overgrown length, while he rubbed his cock against Bryce’s face all but begging for friction.
Bryce was happy to oblige.
He flicked open the button on Cole’s cargo pants and lowered the zip, slowly revealing a pair of tight black boxer briefs trapping Cole’s thick length. He mouthed the head, being rewarded with a taste of pre-cum, and breathed his man in.
“Please,” Cole begged, and Bryce drew down his shorts and underwear in one go, baring his man to him.
He’d never get sick of the sight before him—Cole wanton and desperate. His dark cock was throbbing, the veins along its length standing out in stark relief to the smooth shaft. The blush-pink head was decorated with a drop of pre-cum as another slid down his length. His man was desperate and needy, even after having come multiple times that day already.
Bryce loved it.
He buried his nose in the thatch of dark, trimmed hair at the base of his cock and breathed his subtle spicey musk in, nudging Cole’s balls with his nose before licking them.
Cole cried out and Bryce licked up his shaft, capturing his crown between his lips. Sucking deeply on the downstroke, Bryce tongued his cock, slowly releasing the suction as he pulled off. Over and over he did it until Cole was riding the edge of an orgasm, leaking onto Bryce’s tongue. He loved his taste, couldn’t get enough of it, but that wasn’t how Cole was coming this afternoon. No, Bryce had plans on just how he wanted to make his man scream.
He spun Cole around, guiding his hands to the kitchen bench. “Lean over and hold tight,” he instructed, his voice a low rasp. Bryce’s cock was steely and seeing that perfect arse framed by the tool belt hanging down his legs, Bryce thanked his lucky stars for tradies.
Smoothing his hands up Cole’s lean legs, the dark hairs tickled his palms and then his lips as he trailed them along the same path, circling ever closer to his tight hole. Bryce licked and nipped at Cole’s skin, tasting the faint musk of sex on his tongue. Bryce sucked a mark onto Cole’s skin right at the crease where his cheek met thigh and he moaned.
Cole gasped pushing his butt closer to Bryce’s wondering fingers. He brushed over the pucker he desperately needed to be inside of, and Cole clenched, a shiver passing through him.
Bryce’s dark chuckle was strained, his fingers shaking as he reached for the travel lube he’d stuffed in his wallet. He coated his fingers and pressed in achingly slowly, drawing out Cole’s moan as he did. Tight heat surrounded his fingers and Cole’s cry bounced around the room at the same time as Bryce gasped. God damn, he was on the edge already and he hadn’t even managed to get a second finger in yet.
Cole canted his arse, begging for more and Bryce dipped a second finger in, breaching his tight ring and stretching him for his cock. Every time he brushed the spongey pad of Cole’s prostate, his man shuddered, crying out. Pre-cum leaked from his cock like a dripping tap and his balls were drawn up tight. His pleas and moans were incoherent, but his body spoke loud and clear. He was riding the edge on the brink of an orgasm that would turn into an out-of-body experience for his man.
When he begged Bryce to get a move on, he knew he was almost at the point of no return. Cole wasn’t the only one. Bryce hadn’t touched his cock, but watching Cole’s reactions, seeing how he responded to every one of Bryce’s touches had him towing the line too.
Slipping his fingers free, he nearly swallowed his tongue as Cole’s hole stayed partially open. Fuck me. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Bryce was on his feet in a split second and clumsily pushing his track pants over his hips as he slicked himself up with another sachet of lube.
He needed to be close to his man. To be connected with him from top to toe.
Blanketing Cole’s body with his own, Bryce pressed a line of kisses along his shoulders as he lined himself up and slowly pushed inside. The resistance gave way and with just the head of his cock in nirvana, Bryce paused, letting Cole get used to the intrusion. He wasn’t small, and although he’d prepared Cole thoroughly, he didn’t want there to even be the slightest bite of pain for his man.
Cole wound his fingers back in Bryce’s too long hair and arched into his touch, crying out as he shifted, inching forward into his channel. Bryce couldn’t pull him close enough. He couldn’t get enough of him.
