Page 29 of A Little Bit Reckless
“Not anymore,” Wells said. He threw his long body on the opposite end of the couch Bru was on. Wells worked his jacket off, his t-shirt intentionally ripped across the front and exposing his chest. He’d call that fashion, but my brother would probably call him a show-off. He liked to expose his body a lot. Especially on his YouTube channel.
I watched Wells’s cooking channel more than I liked sometimes. I couldn’t help it. I watched one video and, ever since, others came up in my feed.
Wrestling with my hands, I ducked my head. The boys sounded like they were about to squabble, which was good. That meant they were both distracted, and I could sneak into a room undetected.
“Watch in your room or something,” I heard Wells say. It was silent after that, but I looked over when I heard movement. I panned just in time to see Bru rip the remote out of Wells’s hand, and, when Wells went to grab it, Bru switched the remote to his opposite hand. Bru had a broad frame, so Wells wasn’t getting the remote unless he got up or tackled Bru.
Wells bared his teeth. “I said watch in your fucking room.”
“Nah. Not happening.” Bru proceeded to lounge back on the couch. He switched the channel back to whatever he was watching. “I was here first.”
“You were here first,” Wells singsonged before his eyes narrowed into slits. “What are you, five?”
“You’re one to talk about acting like a five-year-old. Coming in here and throwing your weight around.” Bru continued to change channels. His lips went tight. “Asshole.”
The word had been light, but Wells obviously heard it. Wells shoved Bru, and when Bru shoved him back, my stomach dropped into my butt.
Fists started flying.
It didn’t take much to set Wells off. He got in physical fights all the time with my brother and their other friends. That was just their dynamic, but Bru tended not to lift his fists as much as the rest of them. I knew this probably was because of a history he had with fighting. He didn’t like to do that if he could help it, but something about this argument caused Bru to engage the moment Wells swung at him.
Wells missed, but Bru didn’t, and he clocked Wells in his jaw. Wells’s eyes went wide, and he didn’t miss this time, when he socked Bru in the stomach.
Bru reared back, his own eyes wild before he shot a fist directly at Wells’s face. Wells dodged and a scream bubbled in my throat when Wells drew back his own fist. I was going to do anything I could to stop this, but my shout silenced when Wells released his fist. He folded a hand behind Bru’s neck and kissed him with so much force that Bru fell back into the couch.
Oh. My. God…
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think, because soon the guys’ tongues were dancing outside of their mouths. Wells was biting Bru’s lips, and Bru was biting Wells’s right back.
My hand wrapped around my throat. I didn’t know if I was trying to squeeze out the breaths or what, but if I had a necklace around my neck, I knew I’d be clutching it. The guys proceeded to make out, but then Wells started messing with Bru’s pants.
“What are you doing?” Bru panted. He was still tasting Wells’s tongue, and this time, Bru was forcing the kiss. He had his hand shoved into Wells’s dyed locks to keep him there, but Wells forced Bru away. Bru lifted off the couch a little, and, after Wells worked Bru’s pants down, Wells started messing with his own pants.
I backed up, but stopped when Wells forced Bru to turn over on the couch. He spit into his hand, then took Bru’s ass in a hard grunt. He fucked him so hard the couch moved.
It creaked.
Both guys grunted, Bru’s hands gripping the couch while Wells’s hands braced Bru’s hips. Bru was grabbing the couch so hard his biceps flexed, and Wells wasn’t looking at him. Wells had his eyes closed, and when they opened, they were rolled to the back of his head.
“Fuckingyes,” Wells called out, and Bru reached back and grabbed Wells’s hand. Bru put Wells’s hand on his own chest. He placed it right over his heart, and my own heart raced. It beat with the fury of a thousand drums, and my legs quivered.
They weakened.
I thought I’d fall, my legs were so weak and my heart beat so hard. I put a hand over my stomach, where Wells’s hand moved on Bruno. Wells forced his hand under Bru’s shirt and exposed his abs. The shadows of whatever was playing on the television screen danced across both guys’ mighty forms as they grunted, labored. Bru called out, and I reached beneath my skirt.
I squeezed my sex.
I came as Bru did, his eyes shut tight, and Wells was both literally and figuratively right behind him. A couple hard thrusts, and Wells was filling Bru’s ass. He did it with so much force and vigor that he ended up collapsing on top of Bru.
Bru held Wells’s hand while his own body sagged on the couch. His fingers laced with Wells, and Bru attempted to put Wells’s hand over his own heart again.
Wells didn’t let him this time.This time,Wells let go.
Wells pulled up his pants, and Bru closed his eyes before glancing back at Wells. Bru’s mouth turned down. “That’s it?”
Wells didn’t grace Bru with a response. He simply reached over and grabbed a box of tissues off the coffee table. He then handed it to Bru, but Bru shook his head.
Bru shoved the box of tissues away before working up his pants and leaving the room. I backed into the shadows, but it turned out I didn’t need to. Bru left the room in the opposite direction of where I hid.
