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He wanted to say yes, but Nate had always been a bit insecure. He never thought he was good enough for anyone, but he’d always been more than good enough for me. Nate was the best person I knew, and I’d spent most of my life reminding him of that, so it’d be no burden at all to continue to do so. I took pride in the job, and with new tools to use, I’d remind him every chance I got how fucking amazing he was.
“Be mine, Nate. My baby. My daredevil.” My fingertips tickled the length of his cock. “Say yes.”
Whispered, his voice mingling with the sound of the swaying weeds and the rustling leaves, Nate’s lips moved against mine and said, “Yes.” He spit the gum to the side.
When he kissed me hard, I stroked my hand down his cock. He groaned against my lips, body writhing. Precum seeped from his tip, and I swept my palm over it before his purple underwear could absorb it. Using it as lube, I pumped him in my fist.
“All mine,” I warned him, jerking him off and feeling a rush of power over how hard his body trembled against mine. “No more threesomes, Nate. I’ll lose my shit.”
“Mmm,” he moaned, fingers tightening around my nape. “Just you. Fuck. I’ve wanted…”
I pulled my hand out of his pants and spit on my palm. Slathering it down his hard shaft, Nate shook from restraint. “You’ve wanted what?”
“You,” he confessed. “For so fucking long. I felt sick about it.” He gasped when I ran my thumb over the slit. “When we’d hookup with… whoever, I always cut her out. I’d pretend it was just you and me.”
With my lips under his jaw, I sucked a mark into his skin, feeling the wave of possession that came with branding him. “And what did we do in your pretend world?”
“I tried not to think about it,” he rasped. “Tried to keep it to just touching.”
“But?” I squeezed the base of his cock.
“But I pictured it. Fantasized about it. Told myself I didn’t, but I did.”
I wrapped my fingers around the side of his neck and pushed him back. When he looked at me with lusty eyes and a little embarrassment, I tilted his chin up, reminding him to own it.
“I fantasized about fucking you,” he said. “A lot.”
I pulled my hand out of his pants and stepped back. I bit my lip, knowing it’d draw all his attention. I figured it out months ago, before our confession, and I’d started doing it more often because I liked the way it felt when he looked at me like that.
“What’re you doing?”
“You don’t have to fantasize anymore,” I told him. Then I walked away. Walked to the trailer on Lot 62. The window in the door slid up easily, so I reached through and unlocked it. But Nate didn’t follow me inside. He liked to hesitate about things, which made me grin.
Walking through the corpse of our brothers’ old lives, I rifled through the cabinets in the bathroom that still had some of their stuff. A half-full bottle of lube had a layer of dust on it, but it’d work just fine. I did a quick freshen up, and when I pulled the door open, Nate was right there, ready to walk inside.
“Still stalling?” I asked, pushing him back outside.
“I wasn’t…”
“Gonna fuck me or not?” I set the lube on the railing of the deck, undoing my shorts and letting them fall to my ankles. “Come on, daredevil. Live up to your name.”
Nate got that nickname when we were thirteen and he was the only one dumb enough to jump off the top of the bridge into rocky waters. Became a bit of an adrenaline junkie after that, and the nickname stuck. I was the only one who used it after the first few weeks, but I liked to goad him with it whenever he hesitated to make a decision. Thirteen-year-old Nate never hesitated. Never.Was a mouthy little shit, too.
Determination flared in his eyes, and he took an authoritative step towards me. But I grabbed him by the throat and held him at bay. “You’ve got work to do first.” I forced him to his knees, dropped my boxers, kicked my slides off, and turned around. Leaning over the railing, I shamelessly put my ass right in his face.
Daredevil Nate didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my hips, pulled me back, and buried his face between my cheeks. And it felt so fucking good that my cock fucked through the railing slats, and I barely even registered the June bug that whizzed by my head.
“More,” I demanded. “Come on, Nate. Eat ass like you know what you’re—ah, fuckyes!” His tongue speared my hole, and his hands spread my ass cheeks open. His nose buried against my skin, panting harsh breaths, and his chin nuzzled my balls. Fuck, his new hair felt amazing against my skin.
I buckled forward, gripping the railing for support. He moaned, vibrating my taint, and when he pulled back and spread me open even more, I had a full-on body tremor when he spit.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Yeah,” he snapped at me, either pissy or impatient. “Not so bossy now, eh, Xav?”
“Get back to—”
He shut me up with his tongue in my ass, and when his saliva dripped down to coat my balls, I was close to delusion. When his fingers pumped into me, his tongue soothed the pain. The begging came even sooner than it did before, but I was conflicted. I could come just from his mouth, but I craved the fullness of him inside me. So many options, not enough time.
