Page 21 of Roll With The Punches
Chapter Six
After ending their chat with Jeff, Brandon pulled Stuart into his arms. “Sorry we can’t get wild and crazy tonight. No spanking.” If Em wasn’t home, he’d tie Stuart up and cane his adorable ass before fucking it.
Unfortunately, there was no way to hide that kind of noise. They knew, because one evening when Em wasn’t home, the men had conducted a few sound tests. Even with the master bedroom on the other side of the hall and at the far end, spanking and other impact play sounds carried, even with both TVs turned on and the doors closed.
Good old fucking, however, didn’t.
As long as no one was moaning too loudly.
Or screaming.
“I think I’d rather try slow and steady tonight, Sir.”
Brandon rolled on top of him. “You would, huh?” He laced fingers with him and raised Stuart’s hands over his head, pinning him there. “I think I know what that means. Might take us a while.”
Stuart grinned up at him. “Can we try it? We get to sleep in late.”
“Not real late. Em’s got the swim meet tomorrow morning at nine. I figured we could go out for a late brunch with her and Grace after.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“You don’t have to go. You can sleep in.”
Stuart wiggled his hips against Brandon. “No, Sir. I want to go. We can film it for Jeff.”
Brandon slanted his lips over Stuart’s, slowly exploring, teasing, tasting. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
He wiggled his hips again. “Because of my spankable ass?”
“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t spankable. But that’s not what I meant. I love how you take an interest in Emma.”
For a moment, pain seemed to linger in Stuart’s green eyes before he blinked it away. “This is my family, Sir,” he quietly said. “All of you. I’m finally getting the kind of family I wished I’d had growing up.”
Brandon licked a path down Stuart’s jaw, to the hollow of his throat. “I’m sorry. My family wasn’t great, but not anywhere near as bad as yours.”
“No reason for you to apologize, Sir.”
Brandon sat up, releasing Stuart’s hands and smiling down at him. “Stay.” Already, he could see—and had been feeling—the outline of Stuart’s cock pressing against the front of his shorts.
After double-checking their bedroom door was locked, Brandon turned on the TV for a little background noise insurance. Then he fetched Stuart’s leather cuffs and collar from the dresser and brought them to the bed. He retrieved a towel, condom, and lube, too.
Last night, both of them had been too tired to do anything but cuddle. It felt weird with only the two of them in the king-sized bed, and they’d ended up in the middle, spooning together.
It didn’t feel right not having Jeff there with them.
He completed them.
Their personalities made this work, in spite of their age differences. They complemented each other.
Brandon stripped. Kneeling on the bed, he buckled Stuart’s ankle cuffs on him first. Stuart still didn’t move, Brandon’s good boy, obeying instructions.
As he pushed Stuart’s thighs apart, Brandon leaned in, mouthing Stuart’s cock through the fabric of his shorts and enjoying the sound of his boy’s soft moans.
“That’s it, baby,” he said. “You know what your Sir likes to hear.”
He reached up and hooked his fingers under the waistband of Stuart’s shorts and started edging them down his hips. He smiled as Stuart’s rigid cock was exposed, standing up from his body.
“That’s what else I like.” He leaned in and licked the tip of Stuart’s cock. “Love knowing my boy’s cock belongs tome.” He glanced up Stuart’s body and the sweet, glazed look on his face made Brandon’s cock twitch in response.
