Brian smiled easily and stepped into his personal space. The closer he got the more Sway had to crane his neck to see those intense eyes. Brian said so much with his expressions that it always took Sway a moment to prepare for all the feels. Brian stared down at him as if he was waiting for a sign. Sway felt his heart stammer as he got lost in the darkness of those black orbs. So much behind those eyes. Want, warmth, hurt… pain. Sway stared back at him. Three little words came to his mind when he reached up and touched the center of Brian’s chest and felt his heart beating at an even faster pace than his own.
I’m here now.
Brian leaned down and touched their foreheads together, keeping the connection as he reached up and gently took Sway’s book bag off his shoulder, then his jacket. There was a deep oak hall tree on the opposite side of the door, Brian slowly turned and hung his coat there and took the bag and put it onto the bench. Sway felt he was under hypnosis. The sexy man did everything so precisely and stealthily… silently.
“This is really nice.” Sway pointed at the furniture. He cleared his throat to kick some of the huskiness it held. The dark wood was perfect in the dim hallway and the paned mirrors reflected the moon from the skylights.
“Thanks. I made it.”
Sway blinked. Did he read Brian’s sign right? Did he say he made that? Jesus. Sway whipped his head around to stare at the gorgeous furniture, seeing the beautiful craftsmanship in a new way. “Wow. You could probably sell something like this.”
Brian seemed happy with the praise. They stared at each other for a minute, like neither could believe the other was right there. Sway almost said he’d missed Brian, but he didn’t want to sound like a fool, since he’d just seen him yesterday. He didn’t know what to say or do. He couldn’t do what he really wanted to without coming off as a sex-crazed maniac, so he stood and blushed in front of this strong man.
He sounded like an angel to him. Sway in his home, his voice ricocheting off the walls and lingering in the atmosphere. His usually quiet atmosphere. It felt so good to hear a voice in his home that didn’t come from an electronic device. It was crazy, the little things people took for granted that they enjoyed every day. Sway’s voice was masculine and comforting. Brian was sure it helped his bedside manner because it wasn’t a deep, raspy voice like his own, it was a soothing tenor bass. He spoke as if his voice was made for comfort. And, God, did it ease him.
Brian liked Sway’s responses. To everything. When he’d opened the door. When he touched him. When he looked at him. The handsome nurse was an open book, whether he knew it or not. The blatant want and need were there in those big, bedroom brown eyes but a lot of other things were too. Brian’s greedy mind wanted to know them all. Wanted to know Sway inside and out. Brian took in and cataloged every single detail Sway involuntarily gave him. He let Sway tell him a beautiful story right there in his foyer. He told Brian how stimulated he made him by the way his chest continued to rapidly rise and fall the closer he got. Sway’s body whispered how just Brian’s eyes on him could make his jeans a little tighter. Brian slowly let his eyes roam lower, knowing he’d been right. Sway flushed gorgeously and cast his eyes to the floor. Brian had to clench his fists as Sway sang his submissiveness without even knowing it. If he didn’t stop watching Sway and reading his body like a romantic poem, he’d never stick to his original plan.
Just TLC, that’s all you’ll get tonight. Brian stroked some of Sway’s hair behind his ear. But, if you only knew what I wanted to do to you, you’d turn and run now. Brian gritted his teeth. He had to remember the deal he’d made with that annoying wench, patience. He needed to pace himself or he’d scare away his sweet nurse.
Instead of picking Sway up, hauling him into his bedroom and putting him on his knees in front of him like he wanted to; he put a couple of inches of space between them and eased his arm up Sway’s back until his palm rested on his neck. He moved them farther into the house, passing doorways, only dropping his hand as Sway relaxed and began to take in the rooms.
Brian brushed him gently on the shoulder to get his attention. “I’ll show you some more of my pieces if you want but first I want to feed you. Did you eat?”