Page 73 of Brace and Chase

“Yes,” he hisses. “Harder.” I do as he says, and pull him up a little while I’m at it. The tips of our cocks brush against each other with the movement and I see stars.

“Jesus, fuck,” I cry.

“Charlie,” Nikolay pants out like a warning.

My eyes glued to all the action, I see the second a drop of precome comes out of his cock, andthat’s a new experience, I think to myself.

I want to lick that drop. So bad.

I lick my lips instead and he groans, as if in pain.

I look up to see him staring at my face while he keeps the pace going with his hands. How he’s pulling this off, I’ll never know, but I’m sure not going to stop him now to ask. Still...

I reach for his dick and wrap my fingers around his base.

“Let me,” I ask.

He does, then leans his now free hand next to my head so his face is right above mine again. I keep staring at my hand, at another drop of precome. I swipe it with my thumb and smear it down his length.

He makes another pained sound and I snap my head up to make sure I haven’t hurt him. His gaze isn’t on our groins like I expected it to be, but on my eyes.

“You like it?” he asks in a whisper.

It’s not meant to be seductive, at least I don’t think so, but the barely there hint of vulnerability in the question drives me fucking insane.

“Yes,” I tell him through gritted teeth. “I love it.” I bring my knees up so my feet are flat on the mattress and that puts him right where I want him. I let go of his ass and grab the back of his neck, taste those magical lips again.

I focus hard on stroking him up and down, on bringing him as much pleasure as he’s bringing me, but soon enough I don’t have any attention left to give, because he focused too.

We pant into each other’s mouth as we bring each other to the edge. I feel him all around me, his forehead leaning against mine, his legs next to mine, his hand on me and mine on his.

Ragged breaths are the only sounds in my room, until with two groans only a moment apart, we both reach the point of no return.

TWENTY-FIVE

SANTA

Instead of droppinglike a stone on top of Charlie, I manage—barely—to roll to the side.

I lie beside him and stare at the blank ceiling of his bedroom. It’s totally white, and it’s all my mind can focus on for some reason.

“Why are ceilings white and boring?” I ask, willing myself to stop saying useless shit. But there’s no taking the words back.

There’s a long moment of silence where I fear Charlie’s going to kick me out of bed, but then a soft snort comes from my left.

A chuckle follows it, and then a beautiful belly laugh that has me smiling as if I just won the lottery.

“Sadly for you,” Charlie says, laughter spilling out between every word. “I have an Italian grandmother who’s obsessed with the Renaissance, so I can tell you all aboutthe times when people painted their ceilings so elaborately it would take years to finish each room.”

“I think I want to do that,” I say, obviously speaking out of my ass.

Somehow already knowing I’m not talking seriously, he snorts again, but what I like the most is how he rolls, once more facing me like he did only a while ago, and lays a palm over my chest, then pats me there two times.

“Sure you do, Nikolay.”

I chuckle weakly, somehow unable to meet his eyes right then.

His hand resting on my T-shirt reminds me that we didn’t even take our clothes off. We’re just two dudes, almost fully dressed with our spent dicks out, and Charlie’s lower belly is covered in come.

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