Sway
Oh, fuck me. Sway grunted as he was held immobile by Brian’s mass. How the fuck could he be so scared and so turned on at the same time? Damn, when he heard that gun… had to be a gun… Sway thought he’d piss and come on himself. He knew Brian wouldn’t fire that thing in his home or anywhere near Sway, but it was the knowledge that Brian could fire a weapon that had Sway breathless. The whole time he’d rushed through the house—setting up tricks—his dick had been hard and aching. The fact that he never heard a sound until Brian was right up on him and he was trapped, was testament to how good he was.
Brian’s thick leg nudged between his and forced his legs wider. “God, I’m so ha—”
Brian hissed again for him to be quiet. Sway panted, his dick jerked with Brian’s mouth against his earlobe. The way Brian was handling him, Sway wanted to push his pants down and surrender. Take me now, his mind screamed. Brian’s thick erection pulsed to the same wild rhythm as his own. Was this really how he arrested criminals who tried to avoid trial? If so, Sway was now considering not showing for his speeding ticket hearing. Did those count? Brian roamed his hands over Sway’s body as if he were frisking him. When Brian reached Sway’s straining cock tenting his pants, he felt him groan in his chest, vibrating through Sway’s back and straight to his groin. Brian spun Sway around to take what he was more than willing to give. He needed Brian so badly. Need. Please. His lethal man had him so turned on he was struggling to put his words together into a coherent sentence. If he was allowed to speak yet. Damn, if Sway—his own boyfriend—was shaken by Brian’s skills and his deadly silence, he could only imagine how real criminals felt. Brian completed his mock-arrest by taking Sway’s hands and putting them behind his head, all while he kept his big, warm body pressed tightly against his, rendering him immobile… captured.
Sway begged and writhed on Brian’s thigh as if he was a dealer withholding Sway’s favorite heroin. Those deep brown eyes looked drugged as he sagged against Brian’s chest. He was holding himself in tight control, but Brian was far from unaffected by their little hunting game. Sway’s fingers desperately dug at the collar of his shirt, pulling at the neck to get to Brian’s throat. He leaned back and let Sway kiss and love him in that sensitive place before he dipped down and claimed Sway’s mouth. He was still grinding and panting, like he couldn’t be held accountable for any of his actions… it was all Sway’s fault.
“You can stop being a gentleman, now,” Sway groaned, driving his hands into Brian’s hair.
Sway’s last word was said on a startled yelp when he was lifted off his feet as if he weighed nothing. Brian’s strong hands dug into the smooth flesh along Sway’s ribs. He might not have been as bulky but he wasn’t really a “squirt” anymore. He had fit arms and legs—perhaps from miles of walking hospital halls and lifting patients. And, Brian couldn’t wait to run his tongue along the subtle definition of his chest and stomach.
He made sure Sway’s lean legs were clasped securely around his waist when he turned and stormed out the room. His thick boots loud now against the hardwood flooring. He had to be careful not to stumble or bump into anything as he moved, seeing that Sway thought it was a good idea to chew on the shell of his ear.
Brian moaned and slammed Sway against the wall on the opposite side of his den.
“Yes!” Sway yelled, going for Brian’s ear again.
He was playing with fire. Brian thrust his hips, but he had nothing to rut against.
“Bed, bed, now,” Sway snapped at him, sinking his teeth into Brian’s fleshly lobe.
Brian moaned, low and hoarse. The sound made Sway’s dick pulse against the thin fabric over his stomach. He finally got them moving again—after Sway stopped torturing his sensitive ear—and stepped up on the platform and slowly lowered his treasure onto his bed. Sway’s cotton pants had ridden low on his narrow hips, and his T-shirt was pushed up to the start of a thin patch of toasted honey colored chest hair. Brian stared down at the beautiful creature who claimed to be all his, salivating. Sway’s creamy skin was all flushed and hot from his touch. He’d let patience have her time, now Brian was finally going to have his. He’d wanted back inside of Sway’s sexy body for so long. He hadn’t had him since their first encounter…
…not since Sway ran from me.
Brian blinked, remembering how he’d felt when he’d chased Sway into that empty bathroom. The sinking feeling he’d felt at the misplaced trust. Sway had caressed him in places no one else had ever wanted to. It’d been more than a fuck all those weeks ago. Like now. It was so much more than that. But, Sway had still run… he’d felt it too, and still run. Sway already meant a lot to him. Too much. Now, he was going to have him again. He had to make this perfect, everything. Brian’s chest rose and fell fast as he stared. He’d make it perfect, so he never ran again. Brian closed his eyes and wobbled on his feet. Trying to calm himself, he took a deep breath, but it came out broken and harsh. Fuck! Calm down! Before Brian could even register that he was working himself up, he felt warm, strong hands on his cheeks and vanilla-scented breath ghosting over his flexed jaw. Sway’s soft smell engulfed him and calmed him. His strong arms around his neck, anchoring him.