Page 63 of Heart Strain

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Jameson

“You okay, baby?” Holds hasn’t said a word since Gavin pulled out of the driveway at Drix’s house to return home. I glance over at him in the passenger seat as I drive us back to my house. “Do you want me to stop for something special for dinner on the way home?”

“No, I’m not that hungry. I was thinking we could have some of the leftovers from the last couple of days, if that’s okay with you. Or were you craving something specific?”

I bite my tongue. Now is not the time to talk about what I’m craving. “Nah, we actually have tons of food left from Gavin’s visit. I’m sorry he couldn’t stay longer. I know you miss him.”

Holds reaches over and sets his hand on my thigh while tilting his head back against the headrest and looking over at me. “I do miss him. I’m worried about him, too. Life hasn’t been easy for Gavin, and I’m really the only person he has. We’re the best of friends now, but even in the beginning, when we met in college, we shared a special connection. Life hadn’t been the easiest for either one of us before we graduated from high school.” A slight smile graces his face. “He’ll tell you that he’s spent the last nine years taking care of me, but a lot of time I played it up. When he gets lost in the past, taking care of me pulls him out of his funk. I’m just not sure what he’ll do now, who he’ll take care of. He’s already lost weight and he hasn’t been sleeping.” A sigh slips out of his lips.

“You two may not live in the same place, but he’s not going to lose you, and you’re not going to lose him.” I lay my hand over the top of his hand and rub it gently, so he knows I’m here for him.

“You’re right. He doesn’t believe it, but I’ll have to prove it to him. I’ll keep in such good touch with him, he’ll get sick of me.”

I laugh quietly at his forced bravado. “Holds, I know we planned on you spending the night tonight, but I can take you home if you need some time to yourself. Or stay at my house and I’ll sleep on the couch. We don’t have to force anything if you’re not in the right headspace. I understand. I promise.” And thank goodness, I’d had the last few days to observe Gavin and Holds because I really do understand now. The first day Gavin was here was hard for me. I was continuously having to push down my jealousy, every time they shared a joke or a story, I wanted to cling to Holds. When they ran to the cafeteria for chocolate pudding and Drix asked me if I planned on taking a piss on his brother to mark my territory, I knew I had to chill out. After that, I began to see their relationship for what it was. Holds and Gavin are both more touchy-feely than Drix and I, but their bond is the same as the one I share with Drix—brothers, family.

“You’re a good man, Foxy.” Holds turns his hand up under mine so we’re palm to palm, gracing me with a soft smile. The rest of the drive passes in an easy, companionable silence. As soon as we get to my house we go through our normal routine with the animals, me feeding Simba and Nala, filling Peanut’s bowl, and Holds taking his dog outside.

“Foxy,” Holds says, as he wraps his arms tightly around my waist from behind as I’m setting Peanut’s water bowl on the floor. Hugging me close, he drapes his body over the top of mine, preventing me from being able to stand up.

“What are you up to, goofball?” I ask, chuckling as he squeezes even tighter and tries to stand back up and pull me up. “You’re not going to be able to get me off my feet, you know?”

A cute giggle sounds from behind me as he loosens up enough for me to turn in his arms. “Hi,” I say softly.

“Thank you,” he responds as quietly, slipping his arms up so that his forearms are flat on my chest, hands resting easily on my shoulders.

“For what?” I brush my thumb over his cheek.

“Understanding my friendship with Gavin.” He leans up, pecking a quick kiss to my lips. “Being willing to give me space if I need it.” He kisses my right cheek. “Having my back.” Then another kiss lands on my left cheek. “But Foxy, I’ve been looking forward to spending the night with you for days, there’s no way I’m going home or you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“Good. But that doesn’t mean we have to—” His lips collide with mine, cutting me off. It’s been days since we’ve been completely alone, so I immediately draw him closer, tilting my head for a better angle and luxuriating in the heat of his mouth, the licks of his tongue against mine. After our first time together being accidental, I want to take tonight slow, so reluctantly I begin to pull away from him.

“Where are you going?” he whines, lifting up on his toes for another kiss, but I lean my head back.

“I thought I’d romance you a little tonight,” I say, ignoring my aching dick and how badly I want to grind up against him.

Holds worries his bottom lip with his teeth for a minute, then smiles slyly. The only time he usually makes that face is when he’s about to whip my ass in cards. Before I know it, he’s slipped through my fingers onto his knees and his sapphire blue eyes flash up at me. “Foxy, as much as I love your idea, I think you’ll appreciate mine.” His fingers are working at unfastening my jeans as he speaks. “Why don’t we take the edge off first?”

“Holds,” is as far as I get before he’s pulling my jeans and boxers down around my knees and nuzzling his cheek against my hot length. “Baby,” I try again, only for him to turn his face and skim his soft lips up and down me.

“Admit it,” he says right against the head of my cock, “you don’t want me to stop.” He reaches around and pulls his hair tie out of his hair, letting it cascade around his face. Not being able to resist, I tangle my hands into his hair, pulling it back so I have a clear view of his face—of his mouth—then he winks and swallows me whole. My head drops back and I allow myself to revel in the way his tongue strokes the underside of my dick as he bobs up and down on me. My Holds is going quick and dirty, and my moans fill the space in my kitchen.

Forcing myself to lift my head back up so I can watch him work me over, my eyes are immediately drawn to the pump of his arm on his own cock. It’s hard and angry red, and he’s sliding his hand up and down his perfect length just as fast as he’s swallowing me into the back of his throat—inhaling me as if my dick is all he needs to breathe. His carnal display of desire for me pulls a deep groan from the center of my being, causing his eyes to rise back up to me. The sapphire orbs have darkened to reflect stormy seas, and I feel my balls draw tight.

When he moves his left hand from my thigh where he’s been bracing himself against me to roll my balls, his hand warm and firm, I can’t hold back any longer, so I tighten my hands in his hair in warning. He moans in pleasure around me as he pushes me deeper into the tight cavern of his mouth than he has yet, and I blow down his throat. I watch with fascination as his own cock erupts milky cum up out of the top, spurting around his hand like the chocolate fountain he’d surprised me with. Although my dick is spent, a new hunger hits me and as soon as he finishes swallowing every last drop of my release, I pull him up to lick his hand clean, sucking on his thumb and fingers to taste every drop.

“Foxy.” Holds grabs my face and slams our mouths together, the taste of our cum mixing in our mouths to create a new flavor, one unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before, one I’m certain I’ll never get enough of.

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The cheesy grinswe’ve been exchanging all morning are going to drive Drix crazy if we don’t knock it off. After stripping our clothes the rest of the way off and cleaning up the floor last night, I’d swung Holds up into my arms and carried him to bed. Once his orgasm was over, Holds had been tired, so I’d fed him and held him the rest of the night, enjoying gentle touches and lying together naked.

He’s sitting on my bed watching as I finish getting ready to go to the hospital to see Drix, and as I slip my wallet and pocket watch into my jeans, he asks, “Hey, Foxy. Where did that pocket watch come from? I’ve never seen you with it before.”

“Oh yeah, it’s always in my left pocket, everywhere I go. The only time I don’t carry it is when I’m out on patrol, but even then, I leave it in my locker at the station.”

“May I see it?” Reluctantly, I pull it back out of my pocket and hand it over to him.

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