Page 59 of Night of the Living Manny
“Fuck, it’s good. Don’t stop. Please, Liam. Please.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He let Brenden feel the vibrations, then rubbed his tongue along the ridge on the underside. Brenden’s cock swelled, parting his lips just a little wider.
Oh, his pretty man was going to come for him. Liam worked harder, reaching underneath to fondle Brenden’s surprisingly heavy balls.
Brenden grunted, bucking toward him, filling his lips. The heat and saltiness of come hit him at the same time, Brenden giving a stifled cry. He swallowed as hard as he could before backing off, the last spurts flying free.
“Damn.” Brenden bent to kiss him, giving him no quarter. Brenden was a hell of a kisser, firm and deep and sweet, and when Brenden climbed into Liam’s lap, he drew them together.
Brenden wrapped both arms around him. “What do you need, Liam?”
“You. Touch me. Something. It’s been a long time.”
“I can so do that.” Brenden kissed him again, hands sliding over his shoulders and down his back.
He arched up, his whole body just a ball of need.
“You’re so hot, honey. You need, I can tell.” Brenden slid off to the floor, hands on his thighs, stroking.
“Uh-huh.” The whole world was broken; he needed something good.
“I got you.” Brenden took his cock between both of those callused hands, rubbing up and down. His knees spread like they had minds of their own, opening up for Brenden’s touch. Brenden’s warm breath fell on his skin, but it was those hands…. How did a man like Brenden get those amazing calluses?
His eyes rolled up in his head, and he jerked forward, moaning deep in his chest.
The slow movements Brenden used were mesmerizing, making him pant, and when Brenden’s lips touched the head of his cock, he had to stick his hand in his mouth to stifle his shout.
Brenden worked the tip, using his hands to stroke the shaft, to cup Liam’s balls. He was gonna lose it, but he watched as long as he could. This was the man he was going to leave his kids with, now his lover.
A deep touch to the slit of his cock made his eyes cross, made his thoughts shatter into a thousand pieces. When Brenden boldly pushed at his hole, he dissolved into static, just shooting like there was no tomorrow.
He collapsed back on the bed, his heart slamming in his chest.
Brenden laughed, a tiny puff of sound and air against his skin. “Much better.”
“Uhn.” He couldn’t think. Hadn’t Brenden told him not to? See him. See him not think.
Brenden hummed and crawled up his body, rubbing on him lazily and keeping him melted. The kiss he got made his toes curl weakly. This was what he needed.
“I have you. Rest.” Brenden kissed his jaw, his chin.
“Thank you.” He stroked Brenden’s back, already half-asleep.
“You’re more than welcome. Shh.”
He let Brenden shush him, because he had no idea what to say. And he was so damn tired. And those touches were so lovely, so easy. Brenden took care of them all.
Liam sank into sleep, knowing this might be the last little bit of peace he had for a long, long while.
BRENDENwoke up, his heart pounding, this terrible dream sticking with him. He’d dreamed Liam had disappeared, going to find an infected person to try his cure on.
What he found was Liam in bed with him, naked and sound asleep.
He raised up on one elbow to stare at Liam. The lines on his face had eased, which made Brenden so happy.
Liam was carrying the world on his shoulders. The whole world. He got it, he thought. It was kinda like when a kid got really sick on his watch, only times a thousand. The situation was maddening.
He stroked Liam’s forehead, petting nice and gently, luxuriating in this stolen moment.
