Fresh Out Ch. 07

A gay story: Fresh Out Ch. 07 Sorry this has taken so long and thank you all for your patience, encouragement, and critiques. They keep me going. I greatly appreciate you all.

Bracketed text [] implies text messages.

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Neville felt like a new man. He had a job he loved, great friends, and now, finally, his own wheels. Tyler had offered to co-sign for him once his license got reinstated but Neville believed the man had already done enough for him. Plus between what he had stashed away with Paris and what he saved in the four months since he’d been home he had more than enough to buy himself something nice. It wasn’t new or his usual taste but it was his and that was what mattered most to him. His first car had been a “gift” from his father. He used the quotations because his father only gave it to him to run his errands and to chauffeur Ms. Pru around so he didn’t have to anymore. Neville wasn’t even allowed to keep the keys until he left for college, where he totalled it being an idiot but that was his old life. The life that didn’t belong to him. Sure his screwing it up was his own doing but you have to burn a few pancakes before you get the perfect one.

That’s not to say that he would call his life perfect but it was getting there. He still lived with Tyler and Gianni but that was looking like it was going to be permanent. In the beginning he felt himself a burden but now they were becoming a family of sorts. He and Gianni had developed a brotherly bond, the sexual tension having dissolved at some point without their knowledge. And Tyler remained a reluctant patriarch of their created clan, often yelling at the younger guys to “keep it down” when their video game smack talk got out of hand. Even Brion had become a fixture at the house, spending most weekends snuggled up or rough housing with Neville before the two departed for Sunday dinner with Mac and Margie. They started inviting Gianni after he commented about Neville not bringing home enough leftovers to share and was welcomed warmly to the table. Margie didn’t have any children of her own and enjoyed the interest Gianni showed in her recipes for island delicacies. His playful flirting caused a bit of the silly young man to come out of Mac which only made Margie like him that much more.

Neville couldn’t have imagined his life would been so good when he first stepped out of that prison however many days ago it might have been. He didn’t even count anymore, never even looked at his calendar. Even knowing what day it was seemed an arbitrary notion these days. Now he measured his time in moments. How many more letters Neville and Gianni would add to the word HORSE when they played with Brion. How long it would take Tyler to ask Gianni what was for dinner when they got home from work.

He never remembered smiling so much, even Brion noticed Neville’s new fun loving demeanor. They had always played but he never remembered Neville being so playful. Being an only child, his interactions with kids his own age had always been awkward. Now he spent every Sunday morning with Brion helping him work out the little guys and ladies in his program. He didn’t have much basketball insight but that didn’t much matter to them when Neville hoisted them to his shoulders to slam dunk.

Even now, as he drove his used late model Charger to surprise Brion at his day job he couldn’t stop his grin. It was one of those high maintenance personalized gyms for the wealthy in a high rise overlooking the bustling downtown with windows so high up passersby couldn’t see you sweat. Brion loved it. He told Neville he never got paid so much to do so little and it allowed him lots of downtime to meet his best friend on all his breaks. Garrett Restoration was stationed downtown for the time being redoing a condo for a friend of Tyler’s about a block away from Brion’s gym so needless to say they had been seeing a lot of each other, but in a mostly platonic way.

Not today though. Neville had made reservation at a restaurant Gianni recommended for it’s intimate atmosphere and out of the way location. Brion wasn’t exactly out and Neville didn’t mind hiding but he wanted to go somewhere that didn’t require Brion to glance around the room before they could touch. Gianni assured him that wouldn’t be an issue and Neville took his word. Brion told him when they met up for lunch that his last session would be over about six. “I’m all yours after that,” he told him and wiggled his eyebrows to which Neville rolled his eyes. He laughed and said, “But you think we can chill at my place tonight. I really don’t feel like driving all the way out to the sticks.” It really didn’t matter to Neville, he made the reservations for nine to give them both time to get cleaned up. Packing an overnight bag only added 15 minutes to the time it took him to get ready. He even had enough time to go to the barber shop. Not in prison anymore, Neville figured he could grow his hair back before he didn’t have it anymore. Now he sported a low taper, or a Brooklyn in the world of Black barber speak, and a light beard. Even he had to admit it was more becoming than his clean shaven look. Gianni said it made him look like less of a convict, that alone made the new style a keeper.

[B home in like 30…we still gettin up]

And again Neville was grinning. Brion hadn’t come out of the building yet so he waited in his parking spot a few doors down in front of one of those boutique sneaker shops. He texted back almost immediately.

[You drove]

[Not today why?]

He brought his Charger to life when Brion set foot to payment. His eyes on his phone, Brion paused as if waiting for Neville’s response. He took a moment to ogle him a little, clad in knee length gym shorts and a nylon windbreaker with his gym bag slung across his chest. They had made tandem massaging a bit of a habit and Neville loved the feel of Brion’s muscled legs the most. His calves were like granite and even now at a distance they made his cock jump.

[Just wondering…but you should go the other way]

Brion had started to walk in the direction of the bus stop but paused when he read the text. He looked up and down the block, looking for Tyler’s beat up pick up. Neville was certain so he sent another text.

[You’re cute when you’re confused Breeze…as much as I love looking at that ass I’m gonna need you to turn around]

[Wtf Nev you trippin]

[Humor me]

Neville watched as Brion threw up his hands, looking like a crazy person to the people moving around him. But he did as asked, turning and head back the way he came, his face going quickly from perplexed to pissed until Neville tooted his horn and rolled his window down.

“Hey, I thought you might want a ride,” He called out the window as Brion almost walked past him. He glanced over, kept walking, but did a double take and back peddled

“Holy shit bruh this you,” he asked as he leaned into the window. Neville unlocked the door and Brion got in, immediately fiddled with the buttons on the dash. Neville shook his head but didn’t swat his hand away like he wanted to and pulled out onto the street. “You don’t got nothing to compensate for babyboy but this shit here is a nice look,” he said as he flipped through the satellite radio stations.

“Well seeing as its only been in my possession a week I’d rather you not bust the radio fooling around with it,” Neville scolded playfully as he hit the preset button on the steering wheel. Breeze looked at him with a smirk and raised his hands before he laced his fingers and put them in his lap. Without taking his eyes off the road, Neville reached over and patted his hands and smiled. “Good boy,” he said and Brion swatted him away, laughing. “Hey…umm… I don’t want this to be weird but I kinda wanted to do something different…”

“Don’t be mad but Gianni kinda ruined your surprise,” Brion said in a rush and Neville sucked his teeth.

“That fucker!”

“He was looking out for you,” Brion said with his hand on Neville’s thigh, slowly tracing circles with his fingertips. “He didn’t want me to be caught off guard by you wanting to go on a date…given how I’ve reacted to your surprises,” he added with a chuckle which released Neville’s clenched jaws. “I was gonna fuck with you a little but you all nervous and shit. I couldn’t pull the trigger. Got your shirt all hung up in the back. I’m a asshole but I couldn’t do that to you bruh.”

“So it’s not weird?”

“Hell no. It’s not like we never shared a meal together, Nev.”

“Yeah but it’s different now.”

“Why, ’cause we fucking,” Brion said with a chuckle, and took Neville’s hand from where it rest on the shifter, softening his crass comment as he laced their fingers together. “Just gives us more to talk about.”

“So you’ll go?”

“Not if that’s how you gonna ask,” he pouted and snatched his hand away.

Neville laughed and took Brion’s hand back, kissed his palm before he asked, “Brion Isaiah MacIntosh, would you do me the honors of allowing me to escort you out this evening?”

“Is it weird I just got butterflies a little bit,” he said and Neville furrowed his brow, thinking he was being a jerk again. But the slight blush on his high cheekbones told his truth.

“Yeah well you better be putting out then.” Neville couldn’t help it and Brion snatched his hand away again then punched him hard in the shoulder. “What like you never said it before?”

“What do you think I am? Sure I’ve thought it all the time but I never said it out loud.”

By then they were pulling up in front of Brion’s house. It was a newly remodeled two bedroom ranch not too far from his alma mater. He got it for cheap as no one really wanted to live in close proximity to frat boys but Brion didn’t mind since he wasn’t that far removed from that lifestyle himself. Not having a mortgage was a plus too but he wasn’t one to brag. His international endorsement deals from playing ball still paid him well, as did his investments. He didn’t really have to hold a job once he came back to the states, but he wasn’t the type of guy not to work for a living. So he lived comfortably doing what he loved.

They went inside and Brion listened to the messages on his answering machine as he sorted through his mail. Neville eased into one of the leather recliners Brion had situated in front of his 55 inch TV. His place felt more a bachelor pad than Neville’s. The Garrett/Bellomo/Sinclair house had more of family style, lived in feel with big furniture that was both comfy and functional. Brion’s house was showy like him. All his electronics were top of line, his furniture was all black leather, and his kitchen was so clean that it looked like he didn’t cook. Brion even had art on his walls. When he first saw it Neville joked that given the decor people might assume Brion the homosexual of the two of them. Brion scoffed and said, “Why cause I got taste?”

Neville was too busy surfing through the 100 or so sports channels on Brion’s television to pay any attention until he heard the refrigerator door slam. The voice of the machine registered in his memory causing his fists to clench and he sat up in his chair. Brion came out of the kitchen to rewind the message to the beginning and listened intently.

“Hey stranger…it’s me. I know you’re wondering how I got this number but I shouldn’t have to tell you that I have my ways.” Brion sucked his teeth at the deceitful giggle that came through the speakers and for some reason that relaxed Neville. “I’m in town a couple weeks and I wanted to know if you wanted to get a drink or maybe some dinner. I’ll be at the Hilton…so umm…give me a call. Or I could come by that new house of yours. I bet it’s beautiful. You always had good taste. Anyway, call me.”

Neville didn’t say anything, just watched Brion smoulder. But when he grabbed the machine and hurled it against the wall, he couldn’t stay seated and followed his best friend as he stormed into his bedroom. Of course he had second thoughts as Brion grabbed the door intent to slam it but when he saw Neville his face softened from its scowl. Neville paused at the threshold and Brion waved him in as he flopped down on his bed, burying his face in the pillows. He let out a long sustained scream that Neville couldn’t help laugh at as he sat down on the foot of the bed.

“We not even together and she still ruining my day,” he mumbled with his face still in the pillows. Not sure of the protocol in this situation, Neville did what he felt was right and ran his hand up Brion’s leg. “I mean it’s been almost two years why the fuck would she want to talk to me now?”

“Is that a real question or am I just listening to you vent,” Neville asked and Brion chuckled. He rolled over and pulled Neville down beside him. He kicked off his boots and got comfortable before he said, “I mean, knowing Soliel, I could speculate but I’d rather not say something I might regret.”

“Come on bruh, ain’t nobody pining for her. You can be honest. Just cause I’m still hurt don’t mean I want her back,” he said and Neville took a deep breath, settled onto his back with both hands behind his head.

“Well the dick in me wants to believe that she might be single again and looking for a fresh meal ticket for herself. But part of me thinks she might just be trying to make amends. I’d like to think that we’ve all done some growing up since college, I mean look at us. Aside from the sex, I’ve known you literally all my life and I don’t think I’ve ever felt as close to you as I do now. If you could give me a chance, why not her?”

Brion kissed him then, it was chaste but loving, and settled his head on Neville’s chest. “Yeah but it’s different between me and you. We were both wrong as fuck, it’s easier to forgive that. And you never tried to break us up even though in hindsight I wish you had. You deserved my forgiveness, her I’m not so sure.”

“I can see that,” Neville said as he slid his arm around Brion to rub his back. “It might do you some good to talk to her again. Whatever her intentions, it might do you some good to hear her out. Get some closure. Knowing you I’m sure once you found out he wasn’t yours, it was just over.”

“Yeah, I pulled a Neville,” he said with a chuckle and Neville ssucked his teeth. “What, I’m saying, I packed up and left while she was out. I ain’t want to give myself a chance to do something more stupid than marrying her in the first place. Aight enough of this. If I stay laid up with you any longer date night will be over before it starts,” Brion said with one last kiss before he pushed himself off Neville. “How much to fix that dent in my wall?”

“Come on Breeze don’t insult me like that,” Neville said with a frown. “I’d never take your money.”

“Who said anything about money,” Brion said with that cocky grin as he dropped his shorts and tossed them at Neville. They landed perfectly on his face and Brion thought it was hilarious until he heard Neville’s long deep breath from beneath his shorts. “Really bruh, you couldn’t wait until I got in the bathroom to do that. Be real with me Nev you don’t really want to go on this date do you?”

Neville laughed and pulled the shorts away to look at his watch. There wasn’t enough time for what he wanted to do to him. He could wait, but he made it easier going out and getting his shirt from the car. It wasn’t anything special, just a light green button down but it looked good against his dark skin, He left the top two buttons open and rolled the sleeves up to his forearms like Gianni suggested. “And for the love of fuck don’t tuck it in,” he’d told him and Neville promised he wouldn’t.

Just as he was about to start rummaging through the cabinets for snacks, Brion emerged from his bedroom dressed in perfectly fitted jeans, a tweed vest, a checkered shirt, and blue tie. He was putting on a dark blue bowler hat as he came down the hall, paused at the mirror to sit it on his head just right. Watching him, Neville was starting to question his resolve, especially when Brion turned to smile at him. There was nothing cocky about it, if anything there was just a little bashfulness at the way his lips curled at the corners. Even the way he smoothed his goatee seemed a little shy.

“Damn yo quit staring at me like that,” Brion said as he pushed his wallet into his back pocket. “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you dressed up since prom. This is a good look for you,” he said as he patted Neville’s beard and Neville gave him a little shove. “What I’m for real. I told you a couple weeks ago it looked good, now it’s a problem?”

“Shut up Breeze,” came with a hard slap to Brion’s hard ass and he jumped a little, stumbling out of his front door.

Brion was much faster getting ready than Neville thought he might be so there was enough time for him to take a more scenic route to the restaurant. It was on the lake so instead of taking the interstate, Neville stuck to old country roads that ran through the woods. It turned out the place wasn’t too far from He-Den. ‘Maybe some other time,’ he thought to himself as he made the last turn. He was a little confused since it seemed he’d driven into a neighborhood. Brion, who had fallen asleep before they pulled off his block, choose now to wake up and comment.

“Is it me or do you hear the banjos from Deliverance,” he said with a smirk but Neville ignored him, trusting the GPS.

And it wasn’t as if the signs didn’t match up. The street was long and narrowed as they drove further down. A couple hundred feet after what looked like the last house, the paved road turned to gravel and a few minutes after that the lake was visible through the trees. The road ended at a driveway and Neville continued on until the trees opened up to reveal a beautiful house with a wrap around deck. There were tables set up on the sides and through the large bay windows a bar was clearly visible. Neville pulled up to the front and a man came down, dressed in a red vest and bowtie. They both got out of the car and Neville passed the valet his keys. Brion chuckled quietly at Neville’s face, clearly reluctant to relinquish his new toy to a stranger. The valet smiled, having noticed the face as well.

“Don’t worry sir. I won’t do anything I wouldn’t want done to my own baby. Enjoy your meal,” he said as he climbed inside and Neville watched as he drove off into the darkness.

“I don’t like that I can’t see where he’s going,” he said as he met Brion at the bottom of the stairs, and the other man laughed.

“I guess I’ll just have to distract you then,” He said with a raised eyebrow and Neville shook his head. He opened the door for them and Neville went to tell the the hostess of their arrival. The table wasn’t ready just yet and she directed them to the bar to enjoy a complimentary beverage.

“If you like,” she said with a warm smile. “The bar around back is a little less crowded. Unfortunately the game being on has everybody congregating here. Blake would you take these gentleman to the back please,” she said to a busboy as he passed. He nodded and waved for Neville and Brion to follow him back outside and around the deck. They passed a few tables, all occupied by couples and small parties of four and five, enjoying their meals as well as conversation.

Around the back of the house, the porch opened up to a much larger deck that protruded out over the water. The tables there were more spread out and covered by cabanas. The deck itself was lit by soft white light from hundreds of tiny christmas lights that criss crossed above on a lattice. It was beautiful, and the hostess was right, much more intimate. The bar itself didn’t have any stools so the guys had to lean, but there was a television playing the same game that was on in the front of the house. Brion ordered a Tom Collins and Neville had a scotch and soda. They both laughed at their choices, having both grown out of the usual hood classics of Hennessey and Remy Martin. They enjoyed their drinks mostly in silence and were eventually joined by two other couples. One straight, one lesbian, and all about the same age, and very clearly on a date. The woman took up the space closest to Neville, giggling at something. Neville wasn’t really paying them any mind until Brion tapped his elbow and whispered.

“Yo tell me that girl ain’t rocking my gear,” he said quietly and Neville glanced over and burst out laughing, almost spitting his drink. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or pissed,” he said laughing as well. He wasn’t as quiet this time and the women laughed louder.

“Twinsies,” they said in unison and all six of them broke out into laughter.

“Yeah but who wears it better,” the guy from the other couple asked, bringing his girlfriend along, their hands laced together as they moved closer to the others.

“I think it’s only fair that we be the judge. Since we can give our unbiased opinions,” she said and they all laughed again. Neville had expected Brion to tense at her implication, and perhaps even put some distance between the two of them, but instead he slipped his arm around Neville’s waist.

“Ladies first,” he said with a nod at his twin and she smirked before she affected a short runway walk before them. Her girlfriend whistled and catcalled the whole time until it was Brion’s turn. “I hate to say it but I think I actually might have to bow out. The pocket square is a killer,” he said, removing his hat and taking a bow. Again Neville expected that when Brion broke contact that he wouldn’t return it but was pleasantly surprised when that arm came back around his waist. And when Neville slipped his around his shoulders, Brion leaned into him.

“Don’t worry Breeze I think you look handsome,” he said quietly and kissed the side of his face, figuring all bets were off. And he figured right.

“You better,” he said as he looked up at him, his cheeks showing what his bravado didn’t.

The ice broken, the three couples went about introducing themselves and enjoying a bit of small talk until the hostess came out to escort Neville and Brion to their table. They didn’t have far to travel, it turned out they would be occupying one of the cabanas. The waiter came over just after they were seated and introduced himself, offered to bring them more beverages as they looked over the menu, but they both declined. Neville had to drive and Brion wanted wine with his meal so they sipped their cucumber water as they perused the menu. They decided to skip the appetizers and order three entrees to share. The NY strip steak, pasta primavera, and lobster. Brion got his merlot and Neville told the waiter to leave the bottle.

Dinner was a pretty penny but it was worth it, if only for the company. Brion was right, it wasn’t weird at all. They talked almost constantly, and laughed almost as much. Brion inquired about Neville’s relations with his family and was sad when Neville confessed that there was none. He took his hand across the table as he told of his desires to speak to his father and the fear that he would not be welcomed. Brion insisted that he at least give it a shot, and even offered to go with him for moral support.

“I know you been hanging out a lot with Pop but it’s not the same as having your own father. Who knows he might even be missing you like you missing him,” he said as they headed back up the graveled driveway. Neville shrugged and Brion reached to wipe the tear that came to his eye. Neville leaned into that touch before he kissed his palm and took his hand to hold.

And he didn’t let go until they got back to Brion’s house. He’d gone to sleep again and Neville laughed as he leaned over to kiss him awake. “Maybe you shouldn’t have drank the whole bottle?”

“Waste not want not,” was Brion’s smirking reply, then he yawned and stretched. “Still staying over,” he asked as if he thought otherwise and Neville frowned.

“You mean to tell me after all that money I just spent on you a brotha ain’t goin get no cut…not even some head,” he said with a smirk and Brion shoved him hard before he opened his door. “That’s messed up Breeze. I thought we was boys.”

“Yeah we was,” Brion said with feigned disgusted as he mounted the stairs to his front door, rolling his eyes at Neville laughing behind him. “I’m glad you think it’s funny,” he said unable to hold back his own laughter as he keyed his door. The sound of a car door closing turned them both around and Brion grabbed Neville just in time before he went storming down the walkway.

“I just want to talk to you Brion,” Claude said, his hands raised in front of him. His eyes trained on Neville as Brion moved to stand in front of him, blocking his path. “You won’t answer my calls or return my texts.”

“Why would I…I’m not about to have this discussion on my front lawn. Go inside,” he said to Neville, who grunted and narrowed his eyes at him. “Relax, I’m not going anywhere and he’s not coming in the house. But we can’t have a civil conversation with you boiling behind me. I don’t need a bodyguard remember,” he added with a raised eyebrow as he turned and pushed the door open behind Neville. “Please.”

“I’m not going further than the door,” He said and Brion laughed.

“I expect nothing less.”

Neville closed the door behind him but stayed close as he said he would, listening to the quiet conversation going on just outside. Claude did a lot of apologizing before he starting questioning Brion about whether or not he had gone to the authorities about his actions at the bar. Brion assured him that he hadn’t though he promised that if he ever saw him there or anywhere near the gym that he wouldn’t hesitate. Claude informed him that his membership to He-Den had been revoked. Niko had also sent a letter, through his lawyer, reminding him of the non-disclosure agreement he signed upon his admission and the penalties he would face if he chose to violate said agreement.

“I don’t want any trouble. But I thought we enjoyed each other’s company…”

“You serious,” Brion asked with a derisive laugh. “Don’t nobody wanna hang out with you. Not then and definitely not now. Any time I spent with you was for the checks you write. Maybe I did lead you on a little bit and for that I apologize but it was for the kids and nothing else. And even if I did have some interest in you, what makes you think I would give you any time of day after you slip me something?”

“But you’ll spend time with him,” Claude said, a little too loud and Neville almost went outside. “You’re dressed too well for a boys’ night.”

“Get the fuck off my porch Claude.”

“What, you working on check from him too,” he said and Neville heard the unmistakable sound of a thrown, and connected, punch. He watched through the peephole as Claude stumbled backwards down the stairs and Brion inched towards him. This time he did go out, not wanting Brion to let loose his temper completely. “That’s assault…”

“Self-defense,” Brion said as he took a step down towards the walkway. “What you think Nev?”

“As far as I can see,” Neville said with a shrug, his hand firm on Brion’s belt. “I think it might be best you move along.”

“Fine, have fun with your convict,” Claude said as he headed back to his car, gripping his bloodied nose. He jumped in his car and sped off before anybody could respond.

“How did he know that,” Neville asked as they made it inside. Brion was still steaming.

“Who gives a fuck,” he said as he yanked his tie off, pacing the floor. He stopped when he noticed the concern in Neville’s face, still stuck by the door. “What? I don’t care about that.”

“Yeah, but what if he puts it around that I am? You don’t think that might give you some trouble with the gym.” Brion smiled at that, and went to him, put his arms around Neville’s thick waist.

“You let me worry about that,” he said then kissed him softly on the chin. “And not at this moment. I don’t know about you but I’d say we’ve been dressed long enough.” It was Neville’s turn to smile as Brion pulled him away from the door to latch it. He started to move away but that cocky smirk made its way to his lips and he looked up at Neville. “Now I distinctly remember somebody mentioning something about some head,” he said, his eyes locked with Neville’s as he worked his pants open.

Neville smiled and said, “I may have said something about it.” He decided to keep his comments short, not wanting to stop what was happening being smart. So he kept his mouth shut and leaned back against the door, watching as Brion undid his zipper. “Eager much,” he couldn’t help but say as Brion yanked his jeans so hard that he stumbled forward.

“Lil bit,” Brion said honestly, much to Neville’s surprise, before he ran his tongue along Neville’s shaft. He was already hard and throbbing before Brion fought him out of his pants, the long slow lick only heightened his passion, buckling his knees. Brion gave a chuckle as he took Neville’s thick mushroom cap into his mouth, grazed his teeth along his tip before his took down as much as he could.

In their time together, exploring Brion’s boundaries, Neville found that if he asked nicely Brion would almost certainly deny him. But if he trash talked, Brion would resort to the one-up-manship of their youths. That’s how he ended up in Brion’s throat one morning after a particularly long night of snuggling and reminiscing. Brion woke him up the same way he had the first time he sucked him off but this time Neville wasn’t caught off guard and he’d already learned the trick to getting Brion to do his bidding. It was then Neville “tried to” convince Brion that he would never be able to get him in his throat. About an hour into the sloppiest, nastiest blowjob Neville ever received, they achieved their goal and now Brion had another trick to drive Neville wild.

After a few slow, wet bobs up and down his length Brion had Neville thoroughly lodged in his throat. He looked up at Neville, his goatee glistening with precum and throat juice, and gave him a cocky wink as he held down on it until he gagged. He fought past it, treating Neville to a few gut wrenching contractions before he grabbed his throat and pulled him off. He couldn’t take it anymore and told him so with a series of grunts as he forced Brion backwards, all the while yanking at his clothes. It only took one popped button for Brion to push his hands away.

“Come on babyboy, you can’t do Tom Ford like that,” he said with a smirk as he shoved Neville down onto the bed.

He landed hard, rocking the bed against the night stand and sent the alarm clock and remote cache crashing to the floor. The top drawer popped open and out bounced a nice sized dildo. It was smaller than Neville’s cock but not by much. They both looked at it as it rolled across the floor and when it stopped their eyes met. All of a sudden Brion wasn’t so cocky anymore. His face was bright red and he bit his bottom lip as he slowly undid the buttons on his vest, then his shirt but he stopped short of taking them off, moved to take off his pants instead. Neville was surprised his zipper hadn’t burst open with the size of the tent Brion pitched in his black boxer briefs. He wanted it and sat up just enough to get Brion in his grasp to pull him close enough to mouth his hardon through the cotton. Just long enough to taste the wet spot Brion’s beautiful cock deposited before he yanked them off. Brion grabbed them fast and shoved them into Neville’s mouth before he pushed him back onto the bed.

“I bought that for you,” he said as he pulled Neville’s pants down around his ankles. Brion wanted them off but Neville’s boots were in the way so he got down on his knees to untie them and removed those too. He took his time, allowing them both to move through the intensity of the moment.

Neville watched as he moved his boots near the door, and fold his jeans neatly before he grabbed a hanger from his closet to put them on, along with his shirt. His own clothes he tossed in the hamper before he lay down beside Neville who still mouthed his boxers. Brion pulled them away and put his mouth on Neville’s, their tongues finding each other immediately as they enjoyed each others touch. “Stop distracting me,” Brion said with a gasp as he pulled away from Neville and climb up onto his lap. Neville’s hands went to grip his ass and Brion moaned wantonly, bit his lip. “Like I was saying, I bought that for you…well us.”

“I got enough toys,” Neville said with a grunt as he rocked Brion’s hips, forcing their erections to bump and rub against each other. He fought the urge to take them in his grip, feeling like Brion was slowing them down for a reason. He just hoped it was a good one.

“I know, I know,” Brion said with a smirk as he lean over Neville to reach in the drawer that still lay open. “I tried them popper babyboy and them shits is for the birds. Them chemicals just ain’t for me I guess.”

“I’m not a big fan of them either,” Neville said with a chuckle as Breeze lit a joint and took a long deep hit. Again he lean down and put his lips to Neville’s, and though his tongue slipped in, Neville knew it wasn’t a kiss he wanted and inhaled. “So what you getting at Breezy baby,” Neville asked, already knowing what the answer might be but wanting to hear it nonetheless.

“Hopefully lifted enough to take this dick,” Brion answered with a chuckle as he handed the joint over to Neville. “You were right that first night. I thought you was gonna try and turn me out, imagine how shocked I was when you did it without even giving it to me. I know I like to pretend that I’m running this but I know what’s real. You play me like a fiddle babyboy, but I ain’t mad at you. Yeah you might always be on the bottom but you top the fuck out of me every time and I love every second. It’s only fair I let you do it for real every once in a while,” He said as he took the j back and took a few more hits before he put it out. Both their eyes were low and glassy enough, Neville’s touches had become less urgent. More caress than grope and that’s the effect he hoped to achieve.

“So you gonna keep talking or get on it,” Neville said with a hard slap to Brion’s ass, making his eyes bulge. “I’m just playing Breeze. You know you don’t have to do this. I’m cool with how things are.”

“But I want to. I want you to be my first, my only. I love you Neville and I want to do this with you.”

In his head, that was exactly what Neville didn’t want to hear but his heart let him know that was stupid. They had always loved each other but now they were in love and Neville was done making stupid mistakes with his life. Of course Brion was “straight” and neither of them had been in a homosexual relationship before but both of their track records in the hetero variety weren’t great. It might not be a forever type of thing but they could worry about that when the time came.

Neville sat up and took Brion in his arms. Smiling he said, “I love you too,” before he rolled them over so Brion lay on his back. He kissed his way down his chest, ran his tongue over the ridges of his abs, and paused to nibble at his happy trail before he continued onto his goal. With his face between his legs, Neville looked up at Brion and smirked. “Light that back up. I want you floating for this.”

Brion did what he was told without question and Neville went to work. He took his time, slowly enjoying the scent of his man as he nuzzled that happy space between his balls. “Do me a favor and keep your hands off that for me,” he instructed as he gave Brion’s package a flick and Brion put his unoccupied hand behind his head.

With a smile, Neville ran his tongue around the wrinkled ridge of his asshole. As usual Brion spread his legs wider to accommodate him and Neville grabbed the backs of his thighs to push them up. His knees bent and spread wide, giving Neville a nice view of his prize for the night. If he played his cards right, he hoped many more.

This was his first time with a “virgin”. Even the first woman he had sex with had been around a little bit before she set her sights on Neville. He didn’t think that Brion would appreciate the same treatment he gave Neville. This would require a softer touch. As he swirled his tongue around his rim, Neville worked his thumbs on Brion’s inner thigh. His fingertips drew wide, smooth circles that just grazed his hips. From the way Brion arched his back and shuddered, Neville knew he appreciated his ministrations but the tension in his muscles was still a problem. With a little stretching Neville grabbed his undershirt from the floor. Brion sat up on his elbows when Neville moved, his face drawn and confused.

“You gotta relax if this is gonna be any fun for us,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hand on Brion’s chest, ran his fingers along through the sparse hair there. “You trust me?”

“Of course,” was his droning response and Neville laughed, kissed him softly on the lips then his chin as he tied the white cotton undershirt around his eyes. Brion took a long deep breath and said, “You smell so fucking good yo. No cologne. It’s just you.”

“Yeah you good and roasted,” Neville said with a chuckle. There was a bottle of massage oil in the drawer that the toy escaped from, Neville grabbed it and lay down beside him. He smirked as he nuzzled at Brion’s neck, nibbled his ear lobe. This was the same position they’d started in, only in reverse. Now it was him giving Brion what he wanted, but he would be much more forgiving.

Neville kneeled over him, marveling at the chiseled flesh before him. Though he knew how hard Brion worked to achieve his Adonis like build, Neville had always been a little jealous of how easily the cuts came to his frame. For as long as he could remember Brion had always sported a six pack, only now with maturity had the last two abdominal muscles develop enough to be visible under his caramel skin. He ran one hand over them as the other poured a liberal amount of oil along his torso. The chill oil made Brion shudder, and goosebumps sprung up all over his skin but he opened up for Neville, allowing his exploration.

Neville knew from experience that Brion enjoyed his touch. Playful or sensual, it didn’t matter. He just liked those strong meaty hands on him and Neville gave him what he wanted. With his hands thoroughly greased and palms warmed, he massaged him using all the strength in those overlarge hands to work those granite like muscles of his chest and arms. Then down his quads and over his knees. With gentle pressure, he ran his thumb and forefinger along his shin bones, working Brion’s calves from above. When Brion went raise his knees, Neville pushed his legs back down gently to the bed and watched as a lazy smile spread across those full lips. He fought the urge to kiss them, not wanting to get distracted as he made his way down to Brion’s ankles and feet before he rolled him over to repeat the process on his back.

By now Brion’s cock had gone limp, but Neville didn’t mind as he worked his way back up his muscled legs. Moving past his ass and up to his shoulders, Neville paid close attention to the knots in his back. He lean down, ran his lips over his ear and whispered, “You still with me?”

“Man, am I ever,” was Brion’s droning response and Neville laughed quietly, went back to work. Straddling his back, he ran his hands down Brion’s arms spread out on either side of him and planted soft kisses between his shoulder blades as he worked his fingers between Brion’s.

“It’s good to you,” he asked quietly and Brion moaned in the affirmative, widening Neville’s smile. Slowly he worked his way down his back until his hands settled on his ass. Playtime was over, now it was time for the real work to begin.

He was throbbing now as he worked his hands over Brion’s bubble butt. He took his time, enjoying the sounds of pleasure his man emitted. Soft whimpers and moans as Neville plied his cheeks apart. Kneeling between his outstretched legs, Neville lean down and blew on his pucker, smiled as it seemed to wink at him. That was invitation enough for him and he gave it a long slow lick, teasing his rim with just the tip of his tongue. He lapped at it like a dog at his water bowl and Brion began rocking back against him, fisting the sheets. Before too long Neville was pushing his tongue against the now relaxed hole, forcing his way inside. He gave his tongue a wiggle or two before he started to stroke, loosening the muscle even more.

By now Brion had raised his hips off the bed, his erection flat against his stomach, and Neville allowed this change in position. He threaded his arms between his spread thighs and around his back, lacing his fingers there to keep him in place. The oil had made the whole scene slippery but it just meant he got to hold him tighter, something of which neither could complain.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Brion purred as Neville slipped his middle finger inside him. There was no teasing, he went right in to his knuckle and immediately started pumping the digit in and out. He twisted it with every stroke and poured a little more oil on his hand before he slipped in another finger. He scissored them and quickened his pace. Brion matched him, throwing his ass back, forcing the fingers in deeper. “Mmmm fuck Nev more…please…oh shit that feels good…”

Hearing him beg sent Neville into overdrive. Without thinking he shoved his three middle fingers into Brion’s tight chute making him scream and stand up on his knees. But Brion didn’t reach back to pull his hand away and Neville took that as a good sign. Instead, he squatted down and rocked his hips back and forth. Neville reached around to stroke his cock as Brion rode his fingers. Precum ran out of his tip like a faucet and Neville couldn’t help but suckle at it for a taste. It was an awkward position but they made it work and soon Brion was moaning about his nut but Neville wasn’t ready for that yet so he pulled off his cock, worked his fingers slowly out of his ass.

“Da fuck bruh,” Brion shouted as he ripped the makeshift blindfold off and whipped himself around to face Neville, smirking cockily at him.

“Shut up,” he said as he pushed Brion back down to the bed and pulled him by the ankles so he lay flat on his back. One good yank brought his ass up to rest on Neville’s thighs, his legs draped over those powerful shoulders. “This is gonna hurt,” he said softly as he gave the calves he loved a kiss. “But I promise it won’t last. I’ll be as gentle as I can but if you can’t take it, I’ll stop.” Brion opened his mouth to accept the challenge he perceived and Neville quieted him with a finger to his lips. “I’m not trying to be funny baby. This thing I got is gonna to put a hurting on you but I promise I’ll take it slow. Just do what I say and it shouldn’t be too bad.”

“Okay, Nev,” he said and Neville could hear the nerves in his voice. It almost made him want to stop but a smile came to Brion’s face as he looked up at him. “I trust you.”

Neville lean down, pushing Brion’s legs down around his waist, and gave the man a long deep kiss as he lined his tip up with his entrance. He gave it test with the tips of his fingers, gauging the slackness of it and was happy that he hadn’t tightened all the way. “You ready,” he asked and Brion nodded. Neville watched him intently as pushed his tip in and Brion tensed immediately, biting down on his bottom lip and slamming his eyes shut. “Don’t do that. Don’t clench up, that’s gonna make it worse. When I push in, you push out. Open up for me Breezy baby. Look at me,” he said and Brion opened his eyes, his pupils still dilated. “You know I got you right? I’ll never do anything to hurt you again. I love you Brion, let me take care of you. Let me make you feel as good as you make me feel. Don’t you wanna feel good? Don’t you want to feel what I feel when you’re deep inside of me? That’s it baby… just like that breath through it…mmmm shit like that…damn you tight as fuck baby but you taking it…you feel that…you almost got it all…”

All the while Neville spoke in that gentle reassuring tone, they never broke eye contact. And Neville never stopped his push to get inside Brion, to feel him wrapped around his dick. When he was buried to the hilt, Neville paused, allowing Brion time to adjust to his girth. Raised up on his elbow, he showered him with kisses, not wanting to put his full weight on him just yet. “I’m all in baby,” he whispered as he ran his hand along his chest. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Brion grunted breathlessly, his hands clenched around Neville’s upper arms. Though his eyes were open, Neville could tell it was a struggle from the grimace distorting his handsome features. “Just give me a minute.”

“Just breath. Trust me, it gets better,” he said and Brion laughed. It seemed that released some of the tension in his body, his hand moved around his back.

“You sound like those youtube vidoes,” he said and kissed Neville on his chin, then his lips.

“Not for nothing, I watched a couple of those on the inside. Paris told me about ’em…anyway, you ready. I gotta move. I promise I’ll go slow.”

“I know, babyboy, I know,” Brion said and ran his hands over Neville’s head as he looked him in the eye. “Go head I’m ready.”

It was slow going at first with Neville pausing at every whimper or grunt of displeasure. He almost stopped twice but Brion told him not to and at one point gripped him hard between his thighs, stopping him from pulling out. Neville continued on, his balls tight against his body, begging for release but he ignored the pressure and took his time. And his patience was rewarded. Once he took Brion’s raisin sized nipple into his mouth and gave it a nibble, Neville began to feel activity in his crotch. Brion was getting hard again, his cock stiffening between them. It wasn’t long before his back arched off the bed and his hips rose up to meet Neville’s deep thrusts. His fingers dug deep into Neville’s back. If Brion wasn’t so diligent about his hygiene, there would have been gashes where he clung to Neville.

“Mmm shit…fuck Neville I ain’t believe you…gotdammit…” He mumbled between thrusts and grunts as Neville pounded into him.

“Alla dat huh,” Neville groaned with a chuckle. He didn’t have to tell him. Neville could see the doubt as they began, watched as Brion clung to them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to enjoy it, Neville knew that for sure. But it was like that first kiss, the sensations so shocking. Only now he couldn’t run away. By the way his eyes rolled back, there was no place else he’d rather be than right there beneath his best friend with his thick 11 inches buried deep inside him.

Neville ran his tongue along Brion’s collarbone, up over his prominant adam’s apple, and terminated with a flick at his chin. Their eyes locked as Neville grind his hips in slow circles with Brion moving in the opposite direction. In all their lives the two had never been so connected as they were at this moment. As perfect a reunion as Neville could have wished.

But this was the life of Neville Sinclair and it had never been perfect. Sure Brion had latched the door, set the deadbolt even, but the chain lay dangling against the door jam. It wouldn’t have stopped an intruder but it would have given them warning, the bursting down of the front door. Instead they heard nothing but the sounds of their own breaths, so close to climax. So wrapped up in the feelings of flesh on flesh, their bodies moving slowly together, neither could feel the presence of another in the room with them. Watching. Burning.

A cough.

Then a gun cocked.

And Neville Sinclair’s world went black.

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