Page 21 of Fall of Us
Brandon: Are you home yet?
Everything inside of me wanted to hop in the shower, wash off my shitty day, and go to him. I was so flipping exhausted it would have been a miracle if I made it to the bathroom.
Me: Home, but tired.
The dots bounced on the screen a few times before disappearing. When nothing else came through, I shrugged anddragged my ass off my bed and into the bathroom. The spray from the shower felt fucking amazing and my muscles loosened one by one the longer I stood there.
Miss Carmichael threatened to call the district manager, but in the end, she had to call her vet like we’d told her to in order to get the script refilled. She left, still convinced that we’d been wrong. Rebecca put a request into the system to have her transferred to another location so we wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore. She said we didn’t have to deal with abusive patients like that and I was thankful. Rebecca was the nicest person I’d worked with since starting. I checked the schedule before leaving to see if we had any more upcoming shifts together.
I lost track of how long I’d spent in the shower and nearly jumped out of my skin when the curtain pulled back and Brandon stood there grinning like a lovesick fool. Seeing him made my heart flip around, and suddenly, my day felt just a little better. He was dressed, but it wasn’t like I had that much hot water remaining if he wanted to join me.
As I cut off the water, Brandon handed me a towel and stepped out of my way. He continued to grin as I dried off and it was amazing how his happiness was infectious. I was smiling before I knew what was happening.
“You had to come see me, huh?” I asked as I rubbed the towel through my hair.
“I missed you.” Brandon’s voice was laced with a trace of a pout and as I dropped the towel to the side, the corners of his mouth tipped down.
“What has you so happy?” It was a weird question to ask him, but the smile was back, regardless. I must have done something right because my ass hit the cool porcelain of the sink as Brandon backed me into it.
“The realization that this isn’t weird. That it’s totally okay that I do this.” He punctuated his statement by placing a hand on my chest and leaning in to kiss me. He was so unbelievably sweet, and I felt so damn lucky that he’d finally agreed to give this a chance.
When he pulled back, his fingers danced over the few tattoos that were scattered over my chest. “I like these. I think I always have. Have I ever told you that?”
I captured Brandon’s hand with mine, holding it against where my heart was pounding against my ribcage. “You might have said something once or twice.”
And that was it. There were no more words.
Chapter 14
Brandon
Andrew felt off, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to improve his mood as we stumbled back into his bedroom. We could talk more about what was bothering him afterward. Something told me he needed this distraction, anyway.
His apartment was so much smaller than mine, a tiny studio compared to the two-bedroom place my parents helped me pay for. Andrew was so proud of the fact that he could afford it on his own, but he was worried about his hours being cut back because Seattle was stupidly expensive.
The worries about job hours and all that other nonsense disappeared when I fell back on his bed. I was in awe of the naked man in front of me. Andrew was only half hard, but even now, he was so damn sexy. I was pissed that I’d waited so long for this. When he climbed onto the bed with me, I stopped him with a hand on his hip.
“What are you doing?” His question came out husky and full of gravel. I enjoyed hearing him so turned on, making tingles race through me, knowing it was me who made him thatway.
Instead of answering him, I leaned forward and nuzzled into that space where his balls and groin met. My glasses pushed up my face, and I tossed them onto the comforter in irritation before going back to give his gorgeous cock attention. He growled and wrapped a hand into my hair.
Andrew always had a pleasant smell, but fresh from the shower, he carried the aroma of soap and something so characteristically him I wanted to bottle the scent up and wear it. Let people really know that I was his.
My tongue dragged along the crease of his balls before traveling up to the tip. His dick jolted as my hand wrapped around it as I continued to rain small kisses along the side of the length.
He was warm, heavy, and long. Perfect for me. When my lips wrapped around his tip, Andrew let out a hiss. His hips bucked, and I didn’t try to stop him. His cockhead hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag, but I coughed around the momentary burn and kept going. My lips sealed around him, and I sucked until my cheeks hollowed out. My head bobbed as Andrew moaned.
Turning him on had the heat racing through me, so I scrambled to undo my own pants. My dick was rock hard and desperate for relief. The second I was free from the confines of my pants, Andrew pulled back from me and I blinked in confusion at the empty space where he’d been standing in front of me.
“Lie back.”
“Wha—what?”
Andrew chuckled. “Lie back. I want to do it, too.”
Oh shit. Okay. We were really going to blow each other. I liked giving head. I had been more than happy to do that for guys I had been with in the past, but it was rare for them to return the favor. It had been mind-blowing when Andrew had done it the other day, and he wanted to do it again now. No way I’d tell him no.
I quickly stood and shucked my pants and underwear down my legs before lying back on the bed as Andrew lay opposite me.
