Home of His Own by T. Chase (classic fiction .TXT) 📗

“Ready?” He caressed the firm ass cheek before him.

“Yes,” Brody hissed through clenched teeth.

Chuckling, he lined his cock up with Brody’s hole and pushed in with a steady stroke. He didn’t ease off or stop until he was buried balls deep. They both grunted as Brody clenched his muscles around Tony’s prick. He slid out until only an inch of his cock remained inside.

“No,” Brody protested.

He slammed back in, skin slapping skin. His cock nailed Brody’s gland, making his lover moan. Soon, they were rocking in the carnal dance Tony loved fucking almost as much as he loved riding bulls.

The base of his spine tingled and his balls drew tight to his body. Reaching around, he started stroking again, hard and fast. His actions blended until Brody begged him to let him come. He leaned forward, squeezed the cock in his hand and bit Brody’s shoulder.

Wet heat covered his hand and Brody’s ass clamped down on his cock, drawing his own climax from him. With a grunt, he froze and filled the condom. He collapsed on top of Brody whose arms gave out and they flopped to the bed.

Tony rolled off the bed, heading towards the bathroom. The condom got tied off and thrown away. Grabbing a washcloth, he cleaned up and went back to wipe Brody down as well. The cloth got tossed back into the sink and then he climbed back in bed, snuggling tight to Brody.

“I should go back to my room,” Brody mumbled.

“Why?” He wrapped an arm around Brody’s waist.

“The boys.”

“Trust me, those boys know more about sex than you and I did at their age. They aren’t going to be shocked to see you leave my room tomorrow morning.” He nuzzled Brody’s neck, tasting the salt off his skin.

A soft chuckle shook Brody’s body. “You’re right.”

“Always am.”

His eyes drifted shut and he relaxed, listening to Brody’s breathing even out. The sex was as hot as he remembered. He stroked his hand over Brody’s skin. It was crazy how much he wanted this man, but he wasn’t completely sold on his returning for Yancey.

Brody spoke all the right words about wanting the younger man to be happy, but they would see how long it lasted. He would give MacCafferty the benefit of the doubt.

Chapter Nine

The door slammed open, causing both Brody and Tony to sit up in surprise.

“What the hell?” Tony glared at the dark haired man standing in the doorway.

“Oops. Sorry. Didn’t know you had a friend staying over.” The man grinned and winked at Brody. “Hi, I’m Randy Hersch.”

Brody shook the rough hand held out to him, still trying to shake the sleep from his mind. “I’m Brody MacCafferty.”

“Yancey’s brother?” Randy frowned and perched on the edge of the mattress.

“Yes.” He shot a glance over at Tony.

Romanos had lain back down on his side with the pillow bunched under his head. He didn’t seem too surprised Randy seemed to have settled in for a chat.

“When did you get in?” Randy inquired.

“Yesterday. I brought Tony’s nephew, Juan, with me.” He leaned back against the headboard and pulled the sheet up, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Juan’s here as well?” Randy glared at Tony. “You didn’t say anything about him coming.”

“I didn’t know, though I told Les it was a possibility.” Tony reached out and trailed fingers over Brody’s arm.

“Told me what?” A honeyed voice drifted into the room.

Brody looked up to see a tall older man move through the door. He had a white streak over his right temple. This had to be Les Hardin. Les stood behind Randy, resting a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. Les grinned at him.

“He told you Juan might be coming to stay?” Randy’s voice held a question.

“Oh right. He did. I forgot to tell you in all the rush to get to the airport and everything.” Les brushed a kiss over Randy’s cheek.

“Hmm…I’ll let it pass for now.” Randy looked back at Brody. “So how long are you staying?”

“Umm…” He wasn’t sure what to say.

Les laughed. “Randy, how about we go and leave these two alone to wake up without you staring at them? You can be nosy all you want at breakfast.” Hardin tugged Randy to his feet, winking at Brody and Tony. “We’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“Thanks, Les. Can you check and see if the boys are up?” Tony stretched.

“Yancey is. He’s out helping Jackson and the hands with the horses.” Les dragged Randy out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

“That was Randy and Les, if you hadn’t figured it out.” Tony crawled out of bed and padded towards the bathroom.

Brody eyed Tony’s firm bubble butt, his cock aching to be buried in it. He threw the sheet off and strolled over to the bull rider. Snaking his arm around Tony’s lean waist, he tugged the man back tight to him, his cock nestling in Tony’s crease.

Pressing his lips to Tony’s ear, he said, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going to take a shower.” Tony rubbed against him. “You’re welcome to join me. It’ll save on water.”

“Environmentally conscious, that’s me.” He slid one hand down to cup Tony’s balls, fondling them with rough fingers.

“Let’s go before someone else decides to burst in on us.” Tony gripped his hand and led him to the shower.

He leaned against the sink, watching Tony place a condom and lube on the shelf in the shower stall. His lover leered at him over his shoulder and Brody crowded Tony under the water. The hot spray poured over their bodies, slicking their skins. He grabbed the soap and lathered his hands, running them over the muscles he’d fantasized about for months.

Tony stretched and turned, allowing Brody to touch him wherever he wanted.

Gripping Tony’s hips, he pinned the man to the tiled wall and knelt down. Tony threaded his fingers into Brody’s hair, massaging and petting. Glancing up, Brody grinned and then swallowed Tony’s cock down to the base.

“Fuck.”