Page 44 of Fall of Us
“Anyway, man, I gotta get home. There’s this killer project at work and the coding is fucking confusing. I love the challenge, but I might have to go into the office to get help with it and Chase keeps distracting me.”
I laughed at my friend as we waved goodbye. His retreating back did nothing to settle my anxiety. Telling him about moving in should have made me feel better, but somehow it didn’t.
“So then Mom said it was totally fine. Andrew? Are you even listening?”
My head snapped up, and I looked over at Brandon, who was stirring a pot of soup at the stove. At some point, I’d tuned outwhat he was saying and now I wanted to know what his mom was fine with.
“Uh...”
Brandon dropped the spoon on the stove, flipped off the burner, and was across the kitchen, pressing his hand to my forehead in less than a second.
“Are you feeling okay?”
I playfully shoved his hand away, grabbing it to pull him closer and place a kiss against his lips. A grin plastered itself across his face as he sat on the stool across from me.
“I’m fine.” I wasn’t. “Just thinking about talking to Nathan today.”
Brandon tilted his head to the side. He was always so adorable when he did that, his eyes wide behind his glasses, like a puppy begging for attention.
“What did you guys talk about?”
“Moving in.”
That smile spread further. “So funny. We both talked to someone about it to someone then? Mom’s excited, by the way...” he was up and moving back to the stove. I had my answer to what he’d been talking about. I needed to focus better when I was here with him, but at least this was becoming a permanent thing.
Brandon kept rambling while he cooked, and I got up from my seat. He didn’t seem to notice, and even after thinking that I should pay better attention, I still wasn’t. Maybe I was justtired and needed the escape to clear my head. The bedroom was dark and when I flipped on the light, the sheets were just as we left them this morning. I was always the person who made the bed, but Brandon didn’t always bother. It wasn’t something that was a deal breaker, but it was something I had always noticed about him.
I pulled the sheets back and then made the bed neatly. Although the pillows were overly deflated and would need to be replaced soon, Brandon said he sometimes liked them that way. He said he could fluff them up or stack them to be exactly the way he liked them. There was nothing quite like a new pillow to me, but I hadn’t had a new one in a while. More often than not, when I was here, I woke up with his head on my chest, so it wasn’t like the pillows really mattered, anyway.
“Something is bothering you.”
My heart pounded as I spun to find Brandon in the doorway. He gnawed at his bottom lip while one arm wrapped around his middle.
“I’m just overthinking. It’s okay.”
Brandon came into the room, approaching slowly as if he moved too quickly I’d take off running. I wasn’t afraid of him.
“Do you need help to take your mind off of things?”
Those doe eyes were back, and I knew what he was implying. I gave Brandon a smile, hooking my hand around his elbow and pulling him closer. He gave me a wide grin as my mouth descended on his.
And maybe it was what I needed, because my brain short-circuited at the contact. All I could think about was him and how good he felt. How, even if there were aspects to our relationship that weren’t perfect, he still felt right, this still felt right.
When we tumbled to the mattress, Brandon was on top of me. He bracketed his legs on either side of my hips and sifted his fingers through my hair as we continued to kiss. His tongue pushed between my lips and he took on a forcefulness that was different for him.
Things became heated between us so quickly, never staying tender for long. The second Brandon ground against me, my hands tangled in his hair and I rolled us so he was beneath me. I enjoyed being in charge as much as he liked me that way.
Shirts, pants, and underwear disappeared, leaving us naked and aroused together on the bed. Our heated skin slid together, making me hiss.
Brandon’s chest rose and fell with each labored breath as I kissed and licked my way south. He was so smooth and beautiful, a painting, and a work of art.Mine.
He cried out as my tongue licked a stripe from his balls to the tip of his cock. A liberal dewdrop of pre-cum sat at the tip and I sucked it down like it was my last meal on earth. His flavor exploded over my tastebuds as I sank down around him, supplying suction.
Like we’d perfected this dance our entire lives, Brandon’s hips lifted and canted, giving me access as I bobbed and sucked. Myhand stroked his dick where my mouth was covering, and I fumbled for the bottle of lube that now lived on the nightstand instead of the drawer.
My fingers flicked open the cap, and I had to hurry to douse my fingers. My body was on fire, craving to be inside the man who had been with me through everything. Who was my everything, even if he wasn’t making me feel like the greatest person at the moment.
It was messy. So, so messy. More lube probably spilled on the floor than my fingers, but I pressed one slicked-up digit to his entrance.
