Page 49 of Men in Shorts

“Fuck me,” Duncan said, hearing the naked plea in his voice. Then he pulled back to meet his eyes. “Will you fuck me, Brodie?”

“Aye,” he whispered, gazing up with fiery determination. “I will.”

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This.Is Actually. Happening.

In a way, Brodie was glad he’d waited all year to have sex, until he’d found someone like Duncan.

No. Not someonelikehim. Him.

Perhaps he’d been waiting for Duncan since the moment they met, that day in September at the start of freshers week. Brodie had brought all his stuff from home by himself, unaccompanied by his parents. He’d jammed it into one giant rolling suitcase, which of course broke a wheel halfway between the bus stop and the student village.

The case’s second wheel gave up the ghost just outside their block of flats, so Brodie had dragged the monstrosity across the lobby floor, leaving twin black streaks on the linoleum. Then the handle broke off, sending the suitcase crashing to the floor.

That’s when Duncan appeared, like an angel in a football shirt, offering help. Together they carried the case upstairs, one at each end. In the lift they discovered they lived on the same level. Their immediate rapport verged on flirtation, until they reached Brodie’s front door and realized they were to be flatmates. In an instant, camaraderie was replaced by caution, a habit that became hard to break.

But maybe that was the day, unbeknownst to either of them, when Duncan became the one.

In any case, here he was now, naked in Brodie’s lap, knees spread around Brodie’s hips, arse positioned above Brodie’s cock.

“You’d better hold it steady,” Duncan said. “I’ve never tried this position before, so it might take me a second to get things, you know, on target.”

Brodie did as instructed, focusing intently on the place where they were to join.

“No. Watch me.” Duncan lifted Brodie’s chin with one finger. “Watch my face as I take you in. See how good you feel inside me.”

Brodie wanted to close his eyes, especially when he felt Duncan envelop him with a grip tighter, hotter, and slicker than any hand or mouth. He wanted to retreat deep inside himself to savor this new, exquisite pleasure.

But then he saw the way Duncan’s eyes rolled up, lashes fluttering, and the way his mouth formed a wide oval, jaw trembling. And Brodie could only watch, imprinting the sight into his memory, knowing he’d never forget this moment as long as he lived.

Holding onto Brodie’s shoulders, Duncan took him deeper with each slow rise and fall of his hips. Brodie dug his heels against the mattress, fighting the urge to thrust upward, instead letting Duncan’s body set the pace as it relaxed to make room for him inside. It seemed impossible that this masculine lad would let himself be so thoroughly invaded, but he seemed to love every moment, judging by his deep sighs and the flush of excitement in his curved, parted lips.

When at last Duncan engulfed all of him, he stopped and looked down, eyes glazed with pleasure. “You feel incredible.” Below, Duncan’s cock did a wee waggle. “See? It agrees with me.”

“Then it’s unanimous.” Brodie pulled him close, drawing up his knees for Duncan to lean back against. Then he ran his hands over the lean, defined muscles of Duncan’s chest. “Seeing you like this, up close, sober…” He reached up to caress Duncan’s jaw, finding a hidden spot of stubble where he’d missed shaving. He wished they could kiss, but in this position, Duncan would need to practically bend in half.

Duncan went one better—he took Brodie’s left hand and slipped the middle two fingers into his mouth. Brodie groaned at the sight, and at the feel of that tongue darting over, under, and between his fingers. His cock twitched inside Duncan.

Duncan moaned. “Fuck, I need you. Now.” He grasped Brodie’s hand, interlacing their fingers, and put his other hand on Brodie’s knee, hoisting himself so he could plant his feet on the mattress.

Then he began, stroking Brodie with his arse again and again. As a flood of hot, electric pressure rushed up and down Brodie’s spine, he marveled at the coiled power of Duncan’s flexing thighs.

Duncan rode faster and faster, panting with need, his erect cock slapping Brodie’s belly with each bounce. As swept up as he was in the wave of sensations, Brodie noticed Duncan’s look of delight changing to one of intense focus.

Is that supposed to happen? Is he close to coming? Is he getting further away from coming? Should I do something to, I don’t know, help?

Instinctively he shifted his hips, thrusting up as Duncan came down.

“Och!” Duncan froze, eyes bulging. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” Brodie felt a complete idiot. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” he replied, too quickly. “I just wasn’t expecting it.” He gave Brodie a fleeting smile. “Nae bother. You can stay still and let me do everything.”

“Okay, but…”

“But what?” Duncan dipped his head to examine Brodie’s face. “Is it all right? Does it feel good for you?”

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