Page 19 of Hold Me Down

"Get up here and come on my chest," Dave's next words shot like a bullet through him, and Travis was scrambling to straddle Dave's stomach without a second thought.

Coming on Dave, especially on that vast expanse of freckles everywhere, was almost as good as coming in him, and that was saying something.

Dave took a hold of Travis's ass and gripped him tight.

"You freak, stop staring and come."

His voice was way too soft to be mean, and they both knew he didn't mind Travis's obsession with his freckles. Even if Dave didn't get it—calling themjust dots on my skinmany, many times—he still enjoyed Travis looking.

And Travis totally got that. Dave's focused, heated gaze on him made Travis hot nine times out of ten outside of work—and sometimes at work, too, even though they were trying to cut that down.

Now, it only took a few tugs on his cock before Travis was painting Dave's skin with his come as the pleasure exploded inside him. Dave's grip on his ass tightened even more and Travis fell forward, one hand landing on the pillow next to Dave's head and the other right in the mess on his chest.

Catching his breath, he stared at his fingers as he rubbed his come into Dave's skin, his mind blissfully blank.

"Like I said," Dave muttered affectionately with a light slap on his ass. "Freak."

Travis leaned in to press his face against Dave's neck, inhaling deeply. He might be too tired for the way his spent cock twitched at the strong scent of them and sex, but he couldn't help himself. He loved it.

If that made him even more of a freak, so be it.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The first time Dave had learned what a luxury it was to have a shower you could just walk into was during his deployment. Once he'd returned stateside, he'd had what some would call a religious experience in his parents' guest room en-suite, equipped with decent water pressure and a seemingly endless supply of hot water.

And now, once again, showering wasn't a normal, everyday occurrence that could be done on autopilot. He had to take his time and be careful, because his damn cast needed protection.

To make things worse, it was only one of many normal, everyday tasks that needed way too much forethought and preparation these days—if they were even possible in the first place.

While Dave was never a fan of morning workouts, he still looked on in envy on Monday morning as Travis headed out for a run. They'd eaten breakfast together beforehand, but now Travis was gone and Dave was situated on the couch, surrounded by everything he might be needing—and then some.

Travis hadn't left before he made sure—twice—that Dave really couldn't think of anything else he might want to have on hand.

"And that's what's pissing you off?" Colin asked over the video call. "That he's what, overbearing?"

Dave shook his head as he buried himself deeper against the cushions.

"He's not overbearing. If he was, I'd be justified in my irritation."

"You can feel however you're feeling."

"Yeah, well, thanks a lot, but I'm not the one—"heading to mandatory therapy. Dave caught himself in time, but almost spilling Travis's personal business only pissed him off more. "I'm a lot to deal with, right now."

"You're a lot to deal with even without an injury, little brother, and yet Travis has been managing for basically half your life."

Dave huffed, but he could feel his shoulders drop an inch.

"Yeah, well, you're also a lot."

"Duh."

They fell into silence after that, and Dave stared at the corner of his screen, knowing his brother was waiting him out.

"I'm a lot more to deal with than usual, though," Dave finally said. "And I will be, for however long. Knowing how much I can't do right now is honestly worse than any physical pain."

"Of course, because you need your independence like you need the air to breathe. To have to depend on someone else, day in and day out, without feeling like you're also pulling your own weight, goes against everything you believe in."

That hit way too close to home for Dave's liking.

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