Page 33 of Embers Glow After the Fire

Brendon moans, pushing his pelvis forward. The hard throb of his dick begs for release from the constraints of his shorts. It meets the head of Matthew’s, pushing taut under his clothes.

“Fuck,” softly escapes Brendon’s mouth. He hasn’t felt the welcomed heat of a man pressed against him in far too long.

Matthew’s hand slides up his back and back to his asscheek, pulling him in, grinding their bodies together. He steps back, claiming Brendon’s hand and leads the way to his bedroom.

The white flash of lightning cracks the darkness and strobes through the glass sliders. Rain pounds down on the roof and balcony, drowning out the world past these four walls.

Brendon peels his shirt off and tosses it to the floor.

Matthew’s eyes drink in his bare torso. His hands explore the long stretch of olive skin and his thumb teases the nub of Brendon’s nipple as he moves back in for a kiss.

Brendon wraps him and they fall back onto the mattress. He straddles the ginger bear with hard dicks pleading to meet through layers of fabric.

Matthew’s fingers caress Brendon’s bare back while they devour each other, finally satisfying feral cravings they’d both felt the whole trip.

Brendon crawls back and stands over the bed. Another strobe of white light fills the room and a boom of thunder quakes.

Matthew props up on both elbows to watch as Brendon release the button of his khaki shorts, slowly lowering the zipper and dropping them to the floor. He reaches into the waistband of light blue briefs and cups his dick and balls in his fist. Slowly pushing his underwear past his knees and kicking them away. He releases his hand and lets his dick flop free.

Matthew sits up, bracketing Brendon’s hips, and tracing his torso with both hands. He leans in so his cheek is just inches from Brendon’s cock and inhales the delicious musk of his naked flesh. A glistening bead of pre come clings to the tip. His eyes follow the narrow trail of sparse hairs up his belly and meets Brendon’s eyes. He scoops the salty liquid onto his tongue and spreads it over his lips.

Brendon’s belly heaves and air rushes from his lungs as Matthew takes him into his mouth. His fingers tangle in apricot waves as Matthew’s head moves slow, back and forth. His silky wet tongue slides under Brendon’s dick and sends shockwaves through his body.

The lighting strobes and thunder cracks again.

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Brendon's hand ruffles Matthew’s curls and pulls him close as he pumps gently against the back of his throat.

Pulling off, Matthew stands from the bed. Wrapping his fingers around Brendon’s wet dick. Pressing their lips together and sharing the flavors of each other’s mouths. He spins them around and guides Brendon to lay back on the mattress before tugging the tie of his trunks loose, and letting them fall.

Brendon pushes himself back against the pile of pillows and pulls Matthew on top of him. Their bodies fuse as Brendon’s long legs wrap Matthew’s waist.

Their naked dicks meet as Matthew pumps his hips. He raises a palm to his mouth and coats it slick with his tongue., reaching back down to stroke them both together.

Brendon gasps and his back arches. His mossy eyes roll back and his arms tighten around Matthew’s shoulders.

Matthew strokes faster. He nuzzles into Brendon’s neck and kisses his skin. His hand and hips pump in harmony, meeting Brendon’s subtle grind.

Hot breath covers Brendon’s shoulder with a moist fog.

Lightning floods the room, dimming and igniting several times before giving way to the loudest crash of thunder yet. The storm hangs directly overhead.

Matthew folds, moving his face down Brendon’s body. Trailing kisses and tender licks. Propping Brendon's slender thighs up on his shoulders, he takes his dick back in his mouth. Reaching down, he strokes himself while he pleasures the lanky lover.

Brendon’s body squirms and his fingers tighten their grip on Matthew’s curls. He rolls his hips and digs deeper into Matthew’s throat.

Matthew’s other hand paws at Brendon's stomach and slides up to his chest. He rubs a nipple with his thumb, wrapping his hand under Brendon’s ribs. He bobs faster against gentle thrusts until Brendon’s dick swells.

“Matthew—I’m going to come,” he whispers.

Matthew’s own cock spills into his palm as his mouth fills with Brendon’s release. He lets the shots slip down his throat waiting for Brendon’s convulsions to cease, as breath heaves his chest again.

He lays his cheek against Brendon’s thigh as their static charged bodies come down together.

The thunder cracks in the distance and the rain slows, as the storm moves away.

Chapter 14

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