Marry Me by G. Hauser (best love story novels in english TXT) 📗

Braxton held Fabian’s cock

upright, not stroking it, but giving his nuts a tongue bath and

good sucking.

Craving more, Fabian raised his heels to the bed, straddling

wide in invitation.

Braxton ran kisses against his inner thighs, nuzzling Fabian’s

balls with his nose and mouth.

What a lover. What a fucking lover…

“No wonder everyone wants you.” Fabian whimpered and

tried to watch the action below.

Braxton sat up and smiled. “Time to order dinner?”

“Are you kidding me?” Fabian laughed nervously and pulled

on his leaking cock.

“You sure you don’t want to wait?” Braxton grinned

wickedly.

The statement stunned Fabian. Suddenly he was wondering if

he had sex now, if Braxton wanted to leave, or if Braxton was

giving him the option of at least having dinner first, before he

vanished.

~

Braxton admired Fabian’s gorgeous runner’s body. Lean,

tightly packed and not heavily muscled. Just as he loved it. And

that cock? Ideal. Cut, straight, and six inches? He ran his hands

along Fabian’s legs from his knees to his balls, wanting to savor

this, not wanting to fuck too quickly and feel awkward after. For

the first time, Braxton did not want to run away. He wanted to

take his time and enjoy the evening.

Braxton rose to his feet and reached into his briefs to feel

how sticky he’d gotten from the sexual play.

Fabian opened his mouth to say something but didn’t, staring

at Braxton’s build in obvious admiration.

“My trainer kills me. I better look fucking good for all the

agony.”

“You look good, Braxton. Make no mistake. Holy shit. I

could stare at you all night.” He started working his cock.

Braxton wagged his finger. “Uh uh. No way.”

Fabian released the hold he had on himself. “You act like a

dom.”

“Do I?” That amused Braxton. He was certainly a top in his

mind, but a dom? “I don’t know if I want to tie you up…never

did anything like that.” Braxton moved closer so their legs

touched. He gave Fabian’s body another slow once over. “Have

you?”

“No. I have thought about it. I mean, not all the leather gear.

Just being helpless with a powerful man. Like you.”

The surge to Braxton’s groin at the comment was like

lightning. He reacted, grabbing Fabian’s knees and pushing them

backwards against Fabian’s chest, then he knelt on the bed

between them.

“Rubbers and lube…in the drawer.” Fabian’s chest rose and

fell as he pointed to the nightstand.

Braxton turned to look in the direction he indicated.

“So…you want me to fuck you? Now?” Braxton was confused.

At first he thought Fabian wanted to have a leisurely evening,

not fuck first. The mixed signals were hard for Braxton to deal

with.

“I don’t know what I want.”

Seeing the apprehension in Fabian, Braxton released Fabian’s

legs and crawled higher so they were lying face to face.

“Why are you confusing me?” Braxton pressed their cocks

together after making sure they lay side by side.

“I’m not trying to.”

“You said in the parking garage if all I wanted was a fuck to

fuck you in the car. And you said it like you were angry.”

“I did. I’m sorry.”

“Now, I’m trying to go slow, have dinner first, and you’re

anxious to get me in bed. What am I missing here?”

“It’s me. I’m crazy.”

Braxton wondered how crazy Fabian was. He couldn’t handle

a nut case at the moment. He was one.

Feeling both their erections soften, Braxton rolled off the bed

and put his pants on.

“Are you leaving?” Fabian leaned on his elbows.

“No. Do you want me to? I just figured we’d eat with our

pants on.” Braxton stopped getting dressed and said in

frustration, “Just tell me what you want me to do!”

Water welled in Fabian’s eyes and he didn’t answer.

“God!” Braxton ran his hand through his hair and faced the

wall. “It’s too complicated! I can’t handle one more

complication in my fucking life!” He balled his fists.

He heard movement behind him and felt the touch of

Fabian’s hand. “Don’t go. I want you to stay. I’m not trying to be

difficult. I’m trying to do the right thing for both of us.”

Braxton spun around and met Fabian’s blue eyes. “And

what’s the right thing, Fabian? Huh?”

As gently as if he were touching a child, Fabian cupped

Braxton’s jaw and drew him to his lips. At the tenderness,

Braxton’s anger left. He held Fabian’s head, enjoying the

affection, starved for it.

“Let’s order a pizza.” Fabian smiled.

“Sounds good.” Braxton rested his forehead against his.

Chapter 13

Fabian wore a pair of jeans and a T-shirt while Braxton relaxed

in his suit trousers, his sleeves rolled up and his shirt open low

on his chest. They had ordered a pizza and while they waited for

it, were sitting together on the sofa, drinking wine, facing each

other. Mirroring postures, both men were leaning back on the

arm of the couch, one knee bent, facing each other.

“I came out young.” Fabian sipped the red wine. “I suppose

my parents were liberal enough, they just said, ‘be happy.’ I was

lucky.”

Braxton set his glass on the coffee table beside him. “I dated

both for so long, I couldn’t decide what I wanted.”

“I’ve never been attracted to women.” Fabian finished his

wine and placed his glass down, reaching to touch Braxton’s arm

as it rested on the back of the couch. “I can admire them, but

there’s nothing about them I want.”

Braxton shrugged. “I can appreciate both sexes. I suppose I

am a true bisexual. But I’ve learned over the years it’s easier to

have just a sexual relationship with men. They get it. Women are

more prone to getting hurt.”

“Not me. I get hurt.” Fabian used one finger to trace along

Braxton’s solid forearm.

“I figure I must as well. I just think I’ve built up a wall. But

I’m really tired of everything. I work hard, and I don’t have the

energy to keep something real going.”

“I totally get that. And most relationships take a lot of work. I

don’t know an easy one.”

“Exactly. I guess I miss the companionship when I’m on my

own, but not the drama.”

Nodding, Fabian couldn’t agree more. “The longer I’ve been

out of a relationship, the harder I think it will be to make that

transition. I’ve gotten used to being on my own, and doing my

own thing.”

“Then we’re in the same place mentally.”

“Not exactly. I’m looking. I would love to get a permanent

partner.”

“Permanent like in…get married?”

“Yes. Marry.” Fabian thought about the signed coaster. It was

in his