They're not out long. Even Kaner is ready to bail around midnight, shaking his head and muttering something about Tazer and curfews, which-- Andrew shakes his head commiseratingly and is just glad he's super into someone like Brandon. Mildly psychotic hyper-motivated robots make awesome captains and even buddies, but Andrew imagines it'd be kinda hellish crushing on someone like that. Each to their own though, or whatever.
Maybe Tazer's awesome in bed or something. Plus he does get sort of possessive of Kaner in a way he very obviously thinks is subtle but very obviously isn't. Maybe Kaner's into that.
"You passing out on me, kid?" says Brandon, nudging him.
Andrew blinks, and yeah, okay, he needs to stop thinking about Tazer and Kaner now.
There are much more awesome things for him to be focusing on
( ... )
Brandon steps forward to cup Andrew's hips, when he's naked, smoothing his hands over his sides and around to settle in the dimples above his ass, fingertips dipping over the curve.
"Gonna buy you more drinks next time," he says, licking a stripe along Andrew's jaw. "Get you drunk enough, you can give me a lap dance, huh?" His hands move down to squeeze Andrew's ass properly, pulling him forward so their dicks are bumping, blood-hot and slick.
"Fuck," stutters Andrew. "You thought about that? Got some fantasies?"
"I've thought about a lot of things," says Brandon, sucking a hickey into Andrew's neck.
God, that feels amazing, sharp and perfectly painful. Andrew likes the thought of it, the mark it's going to leave, another remnant of the game and tonight
( ... )
It makes Andrew twitch and fizzle and groan, arching up into Brandon's hand, trying to fuck his fist. Brandon lets him, finally, grinning and pressing in a little with his thumb, dry and slightly painful, exactly what Andrew needs, and oh, yeah, okay. This is good. He should probably trust Brandon more. Or well, he does, it's not that, it's just-- it's sort of his instinct to fight everything, push it just a little. He doesn't think Brandon minds. He gets that. It's why he's here, partly.
"You like that?" says Brandon, grinning. "You look so good, babe. I'm gonna come all over you in a minute. I know you want that, wanna get all dirty, get my jizz all over your bruises."
Andrew groans, needing-- needing more, Brandon's fist to tighten, his rhythm to speed up, another delicious twist of his wrist, just-- something. Brandon leans forward, still pressing Andrew open a little with his thumb, and scrapes his teeth very, very lightly over the cut above Andrew's eye. Andrew shouts and comes, shooting all over
( ... )
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They're not out long. Even Kaner is ready to bail around midnight, shaking his head and muttering something about Tazer and curfews, which-- Andrew shakes his head commiseratingly and is just glad he's super into someone like Brandon. Mildly psychotic hyper-motivated robots make awesome captains and even buddies, but Andrew imagines it'd be kinda hellish crushing on someone like that. Each to their own though, or whatever.
Maybe Tazer's awesome in bed or something. Plus he does get sort of possessive of Kaner in a way he very obviously thinks is subtle but very obviously isn't. Maybe Kaner's into that.
"You passing out on me, kid?" says Brandon, nudging him.
Andrew blinks, and yeah, okay, he needs to stop thinking about Tazer and Kaner now.
There are much more awesome things for him to be focusing on ( ... )
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Brandon steps forward to cup Andrew's hips, when he's naked, smoothing his hands over his sides and around to settle in the dimples above his ass, fingertips dipping over the curve.
"Gonna buy you more drinks next time," he says, licking a stripe along Andrew's jaw. "Get you drunk enough, you can give me a lap dance, huh?" His hands move down to squeeze Andrew's ass properly, pulling him forward so their dicks are bumping, blood-hot and slick.
"Fuck," stutters Andrew. "You thought about that? Got some fantasies?"
"I've thought about a lot of things," says Brandon, sucking a hickey into Andrew's neck.
God, that feels amazing, sharp and perfectly painful. Andrew likes the thought of it, the mark it's going to leave, another remnant of the game and tonight ( ... )
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It makes Andrew twitch and fizzle and groan, arching up into Brandon's hand, trying to fuck his fist. Brandon lets him, finally, grinning and pressing in a little with his thumb, dry and slightly painful, exactly what Andrew needs, and oh, yeah, okay. This is good. He should probably trust Brandon more. Or well, he does, it's not that, it's just-- it's sort of his instinct to fight everything, push it just a little. He doesn't think Brandon minds. He gets that. It's why he's here, partly.
"You like that?" says Brandon, grinning. "You look so good, babe. I'm gonna come all over you in a minute. I know you want that, wanna get all dirty, get my jizz all over your bruises."
Andrew groans, needing-- needing more, Brandon's fist to tighten, his rhythm to speed up, another delicious twist of his wrist, just-- something. Brandon leans forward, still pressing Andrew open a little with his thumb, and scrapes his teeth very, very lightly over the cut above Andrew's eye. Andrew shouts and comes, shooting all over ( ... )
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