Page 27 of The Brotherly Shove

I pause, turning towards the door. Did I order room service and forget? That can't be right. I know I'm tired, but I'm notthattired.

I grab my pants and hop each leg into them as I cross the room. I look through the peephole, and lo and behold, there is Breaker. I can see how pink his cheeks are, even through the fishbowl lens of the peephole. He looks like he's shifting his weight from foot to foot and he keeps glancing around the hallway.

I don't even stop to try to figure out how the hell he knew exactly where to find me before I'm ripping open the lock and throwing the door open wide. There's no time to think when everything I want and everything I need is standing on the other side of this door.

I keep my mouth shut as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth, looking up at me through his thick black lashes from the hallway. We stare at each other for a moment before I step back, motioning with my arm for him to enter the room. He takes a step through the doorway and I let go of the door, letting it slowly close and latch behind me.

"B," I sigh, not knowing what to say. I turn to face him and apparently, I don't need to say anything. Instinct takes over and I reach my hand out to him, wanting to touch him, feel him, hold him close.

He takes the hint and then some, and in one second my back is pushed up against the door and Breaker's lips are crashing into mine. I'm stunned, stuck in place with my mouth sealed shut and my arms limp at my sides, but only for a moment. My brain quickly catches up to my mouth and I'm kissing him back, our lips tangling in a dance that we seem to instinctively know the steps to. His hands come up to cup my face, and I wrap my arms around his waist. He feels…

Different. Good. Like coming home after a long and exhausting day. He feels like exactly where I want to be.

His stubble scratches at my face, igniting my nerves in a way I've never felt before. I take my hands off of him, moving them so that I can grip his hips under his sports coat instead. The hard planes of his muscled torso feel like blue flames licking at my palms. His tongue runs over my bottom lip and I whimper into his mouth, opening up to explore him further. I always imagined that kissing Breaker would feel like a fight for dominance both of us clawing for control, but I am putty in his hands. He overpowers me in the most glorious way, claiming my mouth with his teeth and his tongue. I dig my fingers into his flesh and pull him closer, and as soon as our hips are flush I can feel his hardness rubbing against my thigh. I can't hold back my moan, and Breaker pulls away quickly.

"Fuck, Lennon," he says, turning and running his hand through his thick hair. I come up behind him, my hands working to pull his jacket over his shoulders as I nuzzle into his neck. Even with his palpable hesitation, he subtly leans into my touch.

“I can't stop my mind from racing. I can't stop thinking that this is all insane. I keep thinking?—”

"Don't think, baby. Let's not think. Let's not talk," I whisper against his ear before I place a soft kiss on the lobe, and he groans. "No more talking. Not tonight. We've been hurting for so long, and I'm sick and tired of it. I don't want to hurt anymore. I want to feel good. I want to make you feel good. Can we do that, B? Can we try to make each other feel good?" He pauses for a second, and then he's tearing off his shirt. Buttons fly everywhere as he turns and wraps his arms around my neck, swallowing my mouth whole with his kiss. I run my own hands down the sides of his body to his firm, muscled ass.

Breaker surprises me by using his leverage to hop onto me, his legs circling my waist like a sloth clinging to a tree branch. His bare chest is pressed against mine, and we're all skin and hands and tongue as I walk us over to the bed. I place him down gently, and I watch his eyes track my movements as I unbutton my pants, pushing them over my hips but leaving my underwear on. He does the same, tossing his pants to the side and inching up the bed to rest his head on the still wet pillow. I climb over him, caging his body between mine and the mattress, the same position I had him in in the pantry, just horizontal. I'm careful as to not push my full weight onto him. I want to make him come, not crush him to death. I lean down and he meets me halfway with a soft kiss.

"You'll tell me what to do?" I ask, trying and failing to mask my nerves. I've spent hours and hours imagining Breaker underneath me like this, the ways I could touch him, feel him, taste him. I know I want to be intimate with him. There'sabsolutely no question about that, but I still feel a bit like a helpless virgin. He reaches up and cups my cheek, and I rest it against his warm, calloused palm.

"Have you done this before?" he asks. Not a judgmental question, but curious. Like he just wants to gauge where I'm at.

"I've explored a bit alone. Ya know, online research," I feel my cheeks go red hot under his touch. "But not with another man. Not when I've only wanted you."

"Lennon," he sighs out with a smile. "I've got you. Roll over to your side." I do, and he follows. I expect him to touch me again, maybe push me over and lay on top of me, but he surprises me by tucking both of his hands under the pillow, cradling his head while his eyes meet mine in a heated gaze.

"Hi, Len," he says, just barely above a whisper.

"Hey, B," I answer, mirroring his movements and putting my hands under my own pillow.

He pulls that pretty bottom lip between his teeth again as his eyes start to roam all over my body. I see his throat bob when they land on my cock, hard and straining against the dark grey fabric of my boxer briefs. He looks back up at me, and I give him a knowing smirk. We stare into each other's eyes for a moment, the room growing hotter and hotter with each passing second. I can feel the electricity sizzle and crack between us, and as tempted as I am to reach out and touch him, there's something delicious about this agonizing anticipation.

"Is this real?" he asks, his voice shaking with what I'm choosing to believe is excitement.

"I really fucking hope so, baby," I whisper, my eyes zeroing in on his pink, plump lips.

'Baby' seems to be the trick to break the tension, because Breaker flings himself at me, pushing me on my back and crawls over me, the opposite of how I had him under me just a moment ago. Unlike myself, Breaker has no qualms about pushing hisbodyweight down on my body, and I have no problem taking it. He leans down, attacking my lips with a searing open mouth kiss, our bodies lining up perfectly for the friction I'm praying he grants me soon. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and my hips buck, pushing our hard cocks together. Breaker groans and grinds down on me, and I swear to god I have to put all of my focus into not embarrassing myself because I'm already two seconds away from coming. My hands trace lines up and down his sides, my short nails lightly scratching at his skin.

"Lennon," he moans against my jaw as he begins peppering kisses down my beard and over my throat. His teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh of my neck as he works his hips in another slow but rough stroke on top of me, and my hands fly to his chest, pushing him up.

"Was that not okay?" he asks, worry dancing in his eyes as I take a few calming breaths.

"It was so much more than okay, baby. I just need to slow down. I want this to last, and you have me ready to blow already." The anxiety leaves his face and he gives me a cocky half smile.

"I think I know something we could do that would make us both very happy," he says, his fingertip toying with the waistband of my underwear. "If you're willing to take these off."

"Yes, yes, oh my god, yes. Take them off, B," I beg and he giggles, shaking his head.

"So eager," he works his way down the bed, pulling the underwear with him. I lift my hips so that he can tug them down further, and when he frees my erection, it hits my belly, hard and heavy. I'm aching to stroke it, but I need to know what he has planned. He stands from the bed, turning so that I can see his perfect ass as he bends and removes his own briefs. I push up onto my elbows so I can see him better. He's all thick body hairand tight, round muscles. I want to crawl over and take a bite out of one of those juicy cheeks.

I watch as he bends over and rifles through his pants, and I'm grateful for his boy scout tendencies when I realize he's looking for supplies. He finds what he's looking for he turns back to me, and my mouth waters at the sight of him. Gorgeous face, strong pecs, abs that could cut glass and a line of black hair that starts at his belly button and trails down to the place where he is lazily stroking himself, watching me watch him.

"Enjoying the view?" he teases as he runs his thumb over the tip of his cock.

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