Page 39 of The Brotherly Shove

I can only imagine what's going through his head. I feel like me asking for him to fuck me can't have come as a complete surprise to him. I mean, we haven'tgone all the wayyet, but there has been plenty of touching and fooling around. In fact, I don't think a day has gone by since that night in the hotel that we haven't gotten each other off at least once. And it's not like I was a stranger to my prostate even before the first time Breaker started playing around back there during a blow job in the shower a few weeks ago. I know that not every person or couple needs penetrative sex to have a fulfilling sex life, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't crave it. I'd be more than willing to be the one to fuck Breaker if he'd ask, but I'm desperate to have him inside of me. To know what it would feel like to hold a part of him within myself. To join our bodies together in the most intimate way I can think of.

To have him make love to me.

Despite my screaming quads, still tight from all the squatting and low crouching I have to do during the game, I scoop Breaker up into my arms and carry him bridal style into my bedroom. His nerves finally break a bit into a small smile when I toss him gently onto the bed and crawl over top of him to get to my side and lie next to him.

"I thought we were talking," he says with an accusatory poke to the middle of my chest. I take his finger and bring it to my lips, kissing the pad of his finger tip twice before I release it.

"No one ever said it was against the rules to have a conversation while horizontal. I believe they call it 'pillow talk' for a reason, babe."

"They only ever call it 'pillow' talk if it happensaftersex."

"Ah, so you do want to have sex with me," I wink, attempting to tease the worry out of him. He curls his knees up to his chest and tucks both of his hands under his head and the pillow. I canfeel the hesitation radiating off of him in waves, and although I'm dying for him, I back pedal quickly.

"It was just a suggestion, baby. We don't have to. We never do anything we don't both want, okay? Everything we've done up until now is more than enough for me," I tell him, reaching out to stroke his cheek with my thumb. His five o'clock shadow snags at my skin, and even that small touch sends a spark of electricity shooting right through my hand and zaps me in the chest.

"I guess I was just kind of taken aback. I always thought that if we got to this point, you'd want it to be the other way around, and I would've been fine with that. I am fine with it, if you want it."

I give him a sly smirk at his admission.

"You thought I'd be the one trying to get into you, huh B? Why is that, hmm? Is it because I'm a baby bi and you think I'm afraid of a little backdoor action? Or maybe it's because I intimidate you and your chicken legs because I'm so big and manly?"

He laughs and shoves at my chest.

"You know I squat six hundred pounds, dick. Fuck you," he says with a smile.

"That's all I'm trying to get you to do," I tease. His smile falls, just a touch, and I watch as curiosity and intrigue begin to swim in his irises.

"You really want this, don't you? Not just because you feel obligated or anything like that, right?" He asks, and I can't help myself. I roll over top of him taking him with me as I go. I pin him into the mattress with my hips, and with a little shuffling around, our hard cocks are pressed against each other. I grind down onto him, slowly, so slowly, and lean down to kiss him.

"Baby," I say between pecks against his mouth, "Believe me when I say that feeling you inside of me feels as necessary andas urgent as dousing a fire with water. Please, B. If you want me, take me."

A strangled moan escapes his mouth when I roll my hips into his again, harder this time. He grips the back of my neck and pulls me towards him, smashing his mouth against mine. It's an angry, feral kiss. A crashing of mouths, a clanking of teeth. He bites my bottom lip and pulls, and I can't help the whimper that escapes me. I go to kiss him again but he pushes at my chest.

"Naked," he breathes. "I want you naked. Now."

I've never scrambled to rid myself of clothing so quickly in my entire life. I pull my tee over my head and push my joggers and underwear down, kicking them off of my ankles and over the end of the bed. I didn't even realize Breaker was suddenly standing until I lay back and turn my head, finding him standing on the side of the bed, his hand lazily stroking up and down his prominent erection.

I feel his eyes everywhere. My face, my chest, legs. I almost let myself slip into a state of self consciousness, but thankfully Breaker licks his lips and breaks his silence.

"Jesus, Lennon. You're so goddamn gorgeous," he sighs, and I feel my cheeks flush as the corners of my mouth tip up into a small smile.

I reach my hand out to him.

"Please," is all I say before he's shuffling to the nightstand, pulling out the bottle of lube I keep in there and tossing it next to me on the mattress. He follows quickly, crawling over me and kissing my face, my cheeks, my eyelids, and finally, my lips. Our dicks are a breath away from each other, mine bobbing on my stomach and already leaking for him. I could almost cry at the lack of friction, but when I buck my hips up, Breaker pulls away.

"Not yet," he whispers, and as much as I want to whine and complain, I know he's right. I've been keyed up since the game, and I know that it would only take a few strokes of us againsteach other in his fist and this whole thing would be over before I got what I really wanted.

He continues to trace kisses down my jaw, then my neck, over my collarbones. He nuzzles into the hair on my chest, inhaling deeply as he goes lower, lower, lower, kissing over my hips and the tops of my thighs. My whole body is lit up, every nerve crackling like summer lightning. My legs spread of their own accord, and I hiss when Breaker drags his teeth over the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.

I pry my eyes open to look down at him, and I find him staring at the juncture of my thighs, his own gold flecked irises pooled with lust. He mindlessly prys the cap off the lube, never taking his gaze away from my body. I watch him spread some of the liquid over his fingers, and my mouth drops into a load, whiny moan when he drags those slicked up fingers over my skin, circling the spot where I want to feel him with soft pressure.

"You're so beautiful like this, Lennon. Spread out like my own personal heaven. God, I could live between these thighs, honey. I'd spend every moment of my life like this, right here, giving you every ounce of pleasure that you deserve." His sweet words help to distract me from the burn I feel when he works his finger into me. He continues to praise me as he works in another digit, opening me up for him. He keeps me hard and focused with languid strokes of my dick with his free hand, and the occasional lick up the underside of my shaft. By the time he's pushing into me with three fingers, I'm a panting, sweaty, desperate mess. Each swipe of his fingers against my prostate sparks blinding pleasure that shoots up and down my spine.

"Breaker," I breathe out. "Please."

He looks up at me from between my legs and hums as he nods, deeming me properly prepped and ready for him.

"Condom?" he asks. I shake my head.

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