Page 24 of Once Upon A Valentine
“No.” Julian said in the tone of voice that brooked no argument, “Your brother wants to celebrate your one-month anniversary of working at Frost Financial. It’s a nice gesture and you’re not going to cancel on him.”
“One-month anniversary?” Bran’s face twisted into a scowl, “Who the hell celebrates a one-month work anniversary? That’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid. It’s sweet.”
“They’re just going to want to talk about the wedding. That’s all they talk about these days and it’s still like six months away.”
“Seven.” Julian corrected, “Now, if you want to keep whining, I’ll go back to my spreadsheet until it’s time to leave for dinner.” Julian met his gaze and arched an eyebrow, “Or, if you’d rather be an adult and accept that we have less than an hour until we have to meet your brother for dinner, I’m sure I could think of another way for us to pass that time.”
Bran pouted beautifully but nodded, “I’m done whining.”
“Good. Take off your clothes and go get in the shower.”
“The shower?” Bran’s eyebrows rose.
“Branson, are you going to make me repeat myself?”
“No, sir.” Bran grinned as he slid off Julian’s lap and headed towards the bedroom.
Julian watched him go and once he disappeared on the other side of the wall, he let himself grin the ridiculously happy and sappy smile that he’d barely been able to contain. He loved this man so damn much. He loved when he acted whiny and pouted for Julian’s cock. He loved it when he followed orders and called Julian sir. He even loved it when Bran felt like rebelling and chose to do so by disregarding his demands which always ended up with him bent over, ass in the air and Julian’s handprint leaving a stinging red mark before he fucked his lover senseless.
His cock was pulsing as he pushed up from the couch to follow Bran towards the shower. Would he play along tonight or would he be in the mood for another spanking? There was never any way to tell, at least not that Julian had been able to glean in the last three months. That was part of the fun.
He tried to get his grin back under control as he followed the trail of clothes through his bedroom towards the master bathroom. Bran knew Julian hated it when he left his clothes all over the place but he supposed he would let it go this time. After all, he’d told Bran to take of his clothes and go to the shower so technically he was only following orders.
Julian put the annoyance of the clothes out of his mind as he stepped into the shower. The heat from the water was already beginning to steam up the mirror so he left the door open behind him. He didn’t want the bathroom to fog up so much that he wouldn’t have a nice view of the man behind the glass door.
Bran was naked beneath the stream of hot water and my god was it a sight to behold.
The man was tall and broad-shouldered with thin hips and an ass that Julian would bet his entire bank account he could bounce a quarter off of. Bran had his back to him as he lathered soap over his body and Julian swallowed the saliva that filled his mouth as he watched a stream of bubbles slick down the small of Bran’s back and between his butt-cheeks.
Bran must have felt his gaze because he turned his head over his shoulder and gave Julian that smug, knowing grin that said he knew how much he turned him on.
“Come on in, the water’s perfect.”
“I’m good right here.” Julian leaned back against the vanity and crossed his legs at the ankles and his arms over his chest, as if he was completely at ease. “But please, don’t let me stop you from enjoying yourself.”
Bran narrowed his eyes, “You’re not coming in?”
“Not yet.” Julian hadn’t actually decided if he was going to join Bran in the shower or not. That would depend on what Bran did next. Or what he didn’t do. “I’m going to watch.”
“Watch me shower?” Bran turned, sliding a hand down his body slowly, making sure Julian was watching before he gripped his fully erect cock.
“Watch you do exactly what I tell you.”
Bran’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, “Okay.”
Julian licked his lips, “Stroke yourself for me.”
Bran didn’t have to be told twice. He ran his hand up and down his shaft, his breathing increasing in speed as he did. Julian watched the way his muscles flexed as his hand worked his cock. Up and down. Up and down. He put a slight twist in his wrist and his whole body reacted, arching into the touch. Julian let his gaze soak in the sight of Bran pleasuring himself, of the way the soap and water sluiced over his muscular body, and then slid his gaze back to Bran’s face.
Bran was staring at him. His gaze never left Julian as he worked himself over. Julian’s cock jumped in response, wanting to feel that same touch.
“What are you thinking about?” Julian asked as he slowly flicked his belt open and then pulled at the button on his slacks. He slid his zipper down without taking his eyes off Bran. “What is that vivid imagination of yours picturing right now?”
“You.” Bran’s voice was low, throaty.
“My hand?” Julian slid his hand into his own briefs and fought the urge to close his eyes as he gripped his sensitive cockhead.
