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

Les’ amused comment caused Brody to laugh. It wasn’t time to worry about their relationship. He still had time before he had to go back to L.A. His cell phone rang, interrupting his enjoyment of watching Tony and Randy wrestling in the dirt.

“MacCafferty,” he barked into the phone.

“Hey Mac.” Morgan’s voice rang in his ear. His business partner’s drawl spoke of the Deep South, unlike Les’ honey toned accent.

“Morgan. How’s things going?” He walked away for privacy.

“Good. I need to get a few figures from you on the Aaron job. She’s interested in installing one of our systems and hiring one of our guys. Her accountant wants the numbers.” A rustle of paper let Brody know his partner was at the office.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll call you back. I’m not near my laptop.”

“Sure. As long as you get back to me sometime today.”

“I will. Bye.” He hung up.

When he returned to Les’ side, Tony and Randy were still rolling around. He nudged Les. “If we pour water on them, it would be like mud wrestling.”

“A wet t-shirt contest, huh?” Les’ dark eyes twinkled. “While I’m not opposed to seeing Randy wet, I think it’s a little too cold at the moment.”

“Damn. Guess I’ll have to wait until summer for that.” His whistle was shrill, stopping the two men cold. “Hey sweet cheeks, I need to go in for a while.”

Randy’s mouth dropped open and Tony’s face flushed red. Both of them stared at each other. Randy looked at him.

“Um-m-m…okay.”

Brody chuckled. “While I’m sure your ass is sweet, it wasn’t you I was talking to.”

He gestured to Tony. “It was the short one.”

“You better start running,” Les told him under his breath.

He winked, spun on his heel and ran from the arena. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw Les grab Tony and stop the bull rider from chasing him. Brody had a feeling he would pay for the short comment and maybe the ‘sweet cheeks’ as well.

* * * *

“Tony, stop teasing,” Brody moaned.

Tony glanced up from where he knelt between Brody’s legs and grinned. He’d been plotting his revenge all during supper and watching movies with the others. He pumped his hand up and down over Brody’s cock, making sure his grip was tight. Licking along the throbbing vein on the underside of Brody’s shaft, he savored the salty taste of Brody’s skin.

Brody’s hips surged off the edge of the bed. Tony pinned Brody down with one hand and shook his head. Pulling off Brody’s cock with a soft pop, he glared at the man.

“No moving.”

A pout pushed Brody’s bottom lip out. “You’ve been sucking me for twenty minutes now, but you won’t let me come. Are you getting back at me for the short remark earlier?”

“Oh no. I’d never be that vindictive.” He leered at his lover. “I simply love sucking your cock.” He stroked the thick shaft in his fist, twisting his palm over the crown of Brody’s prick.

“Let go of my dick before lightning strikes you.” Brody flopped back on the bed and sighed. He waved a hand at Tony. “Get on with it. I might die before you let me come.”

“Poor thing. It could be an interesting way to go.” He flicked his tongue over the spongy head in his hand.

Brody twitched and then stilled. “How would Yancey explain that to my father?

Brody died because the guy sucking his cock wouldn’t let him come.”

Tony burst out laughing. “You’re right. Doesn’t look good in the obituary.”

Taking pity on Brody, he leaned forward and swallowed Brody’s cock down to its base.

“Fuck.” Brody’s voice was low and harsh.

Tony hummed his approval, allowing Brody to move in and out of his mouth. He slid one finger in along with Brody’s cock, making it as wet as possible. He eased his finger down behind Brody’s balls to where Brody’s puckered opening hid. Pressing the tip of his finger against Brody’s hole, he let Brody slowly begin to fuck himself on it. Tony didn’t try to push farther into Brody’s ass.

Groaning, Brody reached down and wrapped a hand around one muscled thigh. He lifted the leg up and out, displaying the stretched ring of muscles for Tony’s gaze. Tony’s own cock ached. He wanted to be buried deep inside Brody when his lover came. One finger became two and he managed to nail Brody’s gland with the second thrust.

“Tony.” Brody’s hands twisted in the sheets.

Tony moved away, reaching for the lube and a condom. Brody protested, rolling his hips to entice Tony back. Tony ripped open the foil package and slid the latex on his cock. Squirting some lube on his hand, he covered the rubber before crawling on to the bed.

Brody moved further up the mattress, settling against the pillows. Tony hooked Brody’s thighs over his arms and pressed the head of his cock into Brody’s ass. He rocked back and forth, each push in going deeper than the one before until his balls slapped Brody’s back. Brody braced his hands on the headboard and matched Tony thrust for thrust.

“Shit, Brody. I love your ass.” Tony grunted, slamming into Brody faster and harder.

Brody seemed beyond words, his blue eyes rolling as his inner channel clamped down on Tony’s prick and squeezing him. Cum exploded out of Brody’s cock, covering their stomachs and chests. Tony tightened his grip on Brody’s thighs and reamed his lover. His balls drew up. His climax burst over him. He drove deep and froze, filling the condom.

He dropped Brody’s thighs and collapsed on top of the man. Brody’s hands threaded through his hair and stroked the nape of his neck. Tony waited until his breathing calmed before he rolled to the side.

They groaned as his softened cock slid out of Brody’s ass. Tony stared up at the ceiling, trying to decide if he had enough strength to get up and clean off. Brody climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Tony’s eyes closed while Brody took care of the