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  week? And even with all the reassurance from him, Fabian didn’t

  want to leap too fast and scare this kitten back into the shadows.

  “Do you get hotter with men than with women?” Fabian

  traced down Braxton’s coarse jaw to his neck.

  “Yes. I do. I dated women less and less as I grew older.”

  “I can’t do it with them.”

  “I could. I do admire some of them.”

  Fabian felt both their cocks pulsate as their sorrow began to

  morph into heat. “I love men. Everything about them. Always

  have.”

  Braxton chuckled and touched the tip of Fabian’s nose

  playfully.

  “Their build, their scent, their power…” Fabian’s cock grew

  stiff in the tight space between them. “And I love to be fucked.”

  “Yes, well, there is that.”

  “Love to have a dominant powerhouse take me. Take me like

  you did in the car. Wow. Though it was crazy and slightly out of

  character for me, I’ll jack off to that every night.”

  The smile lit up Braxton’s face. “I’ll fuck you anywhere you

  wanna be fucked.”

  “Oh, God, don’t even offer that.” Fabian loved it!

  “Why not? It’s great fun, and the fact that it gets you off?”

  Braxton shrugged. “I’ll do anything you want me to do to get

  you hot and happy.”

  “Yeah?” Fabian laughed.

  “Sure. Leather? Uniforms? You name it.”

  “Wow.” Fabian repeated, shaking his head. “Never had a

  lover so accommodating.”

  “I know, right? Isn’t it nice? I mean, is it that hard to be in

  tune with the man you love?”

  “Huh?” Fabian blinked and thought he heard wrong. “What

  did you say?”

  Braxton turned shy and wouldn’t meet his eyes.

  “Did you say you loved me?” He couldn’t get another peep

  out of this stoic man. Fabian didn’t care. He didn’t have to hear

  it, though he thought he already did.

  Cupping Braxton’s jaw, Fabian said it fearlessly now, “I love

  you, Braxton Todd.”

  ~

  Shocked, Braxton couldn’t express how he felt about what

  just happened. Not only had he let someone know he was

  unloved as a child, he’d heard someone say those three magic

  words. Someone he believed.

  With enthusiasm and lust, he went for Fabian’s mouth and

  spread Fabian’s legs farther apart with his knees. He reached

  between them and righted their two stiff cocks.

  Fabian straddled his legs, bending his knees in invitation and

  gripped Braxton’s upper arms tightly.

  Opening his lips to devour Fabian, Braxton sucked his tongue

  into his mouth and wanted to hammer hard into this gorgeous

  stud. He ground his cock on Fabian’s pubic hair and the friction

  was fantastic. Fabian responded to the passion, wrapping his

  ankles around Braxton’s hips and humping him.

  As they rode each other, Braxton actually felt the climax

  stirring. He parted from the kiss, braced his arms on both sides of Fabian and dry-humped him like a mad wolf in heat.

  Fabian held Braxton’s waist and did the same, thrusting

  against his hot sweaty skin and showing his teeth in a sensual

  snarl. When Fabian reached around Braxton’s body and poked at

  his rim, Braxton came, throwing his head back and grunting in

  pleasure. As the cum spatter was trapped between them, Fabian

  upped the tempo of his movements and he too, was elevated to a

  climax, just by the two of them rubbing boiling friction together.

  “Ohhhh…” Fabian moaned and caught his breath. “You are

  so fucking hot, I can’t stand it.”

  Braxton moved his hips in a circular motion, feeling the cum

  sliding between them and so sated he was ready to drop dead.

  With a loving touch, Fabian cupped Braxton’s cheek. “You

  got me, hot stuff. Hook, line and sinker.”

  Braxton laughed and pecked his lips. “You’re the one in

  trouble.”

  “Don’t I know it!” Fabian smiled broadly.

  Braxton dropped down on him and held him tight, closing his

  eyes and sighing in relief.

  Chapter 15

  Fabian stirred as the morning light filtered in through a sheer

  curtain. He checked the clock on the nightstand and read the

  digital numbers—eight-forty-one.

  He rolled over and found Braxton asleep, facing him, his

  shoulder exposed from the sheets, his jaw dark with his new

  beard growth.

  Braxton-fucking-Todd in my bed. Look at you, ya gorgeous

  fucker. You should be the model, not the PR man.

  When Fabian had first applied for the job last week, he

  imagined this man would be a beast, full of ego, and conceit.

  What he found was a scared little boy, afraid of the world.

  Irony. Life was filled with it.

  And sometimes love and kindness brought out the best in

  people. If there was only a little more love and nurturing in the

  world. Fabian sighed sadly. How could anyone abandon this

  man as a child?

  Fabian figured Braxton had been a gorgeous toddler and teen,

  but certainly a handful. Lord knew what he was like as a kid, an

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  Still. The man had done well in business…and terribly in

  relationships. Was Fabian willing to take on the challenge of a

  damaged soul? Yes. He took after his mother. A born nurturer.

  When Braxton felt the touch of Fabian’s hand, his eyes

  opened. And now those hazel irises appeared green. Braxton

  looked at the clock and moaned, dragging Fabian closer and

  closing his eyes for more rest.

  Fabian cuddled around him, kissing his unruly head of dark

  hair and staring at the ceiling. Sleep, my prince. Sleep.

  ~

  Braxton didn’t have the urge to run away.

  Amazing.

  He snuggled into the crook of Fabian’s shoulder, inhaling his

  scent and resting his thigh over Fabian’s groin. Morning wood. It

  made him smile. He’d slept so well. Better than he had in a very

  long time. He actually entertained the idea of blowing off the

  workout, simply to stay in Fabian’s arms all day.

  Another check of the clock and it was nearing ten.

  Braxton nudged the blanket down and admired Fabian’s

  body. He had tiny nipples, pale pink, adorable. Hearing Fabian

  inhale deeply, knowing the two of them had been hovering in

  and out of sleep, Braxton exposed Fabian’s cock and stared at it.

  Mm. h t t p : / / w w w . s u p e r i o r z . o r g

  He crept lower, down Fabian’s taut torso, and rested his

  chee

  k on Fabian’s stomach. With just his fingertips he pointed

  that semi-erect cock at his mouth and engulfed it. Fabian stirred

  under him, bending one knee and touching Braxton’s hair.

  As Fabian’s cock grew, Braxton inched down to take more of

  it into his mouth. When he held as much as he could, he used his

  tongue to tickle it while stroking Fabian’s balls gently, running

  them through his palm.

  “Fuck…” A low whimper came from Fabian and his legs

  splayed out in a wide straddle. />
  Braxton gave his cock a good suck and turned around to see

  Fabian’s expression. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning!” Fabian replied with enthusiasm.

  “We good?” It was Braxton’s way of asking if Fabian had to

  pee.

  “We’re good.” And Fabian obviously knew it.

  Braxton brought his attention back to Fabian’s body. He

  didn’t give blowjobs much. Rarely, since he usually fucked and

  ran. But that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it.

  Having this moment to take his time and savor Fabian,

  Braxton used the tip of his tongue to poke into the slit to taste the tiny pearl of pre-cum that had emerged. Fabian’s reactions, both

  physically and vocally, were revving Braxton up. His own cock

  was stiff but he was ignoring it at the moment.

  Cupping those soft balls in his palm, Braxton leaned on his

  elbow and drew Fabian’s cock as deep as he dared, then sucked

  hard suction to the tip. Fabian’s cock pulsated, his abdomen

  muscles tensed and he gripped Braxton’s hair in his fist.

  Holding the base tightly, Braxton allowed Fabian to fuck him

  orally, reaching between Fabian’s legs to rub against the root of

  his cock.

  “Yes!” Fabian bucked his hips in reaction, so Braxton closed

  his eyes and got to his knees for a better angle. He held onto

  Fabian with both hands and jerked him off into his mouth.

  ~

  The stimulation perfection, Fabian held Braxton’s head

  tightly and thrust upwards. Mad rushes of pleasure began to

  swirl in his groin and he knew it was going to be a strong climax

  just by the buildup.

  He shut his eyes, arched his back and threw his head into the

  pillows, howling like he never did before. “Auugh! God! Oh

  God! ”

  Braxton reacted to Fabian’s climax and moaned, sucking

  harder and drawing all of him into his mouth.

  The climactic swoon was so intense, Fabian thought his eyes

  would roll back in his head. He became still as it washed over

  him, floored by the duration and power of his own body to create

  so much pleasure.

  Braxton slowed down his movements, holding Fabian’s cock

  in his mouth and milking him gently.

  Unable to catch his breath, Fabian panted, loosening his death

  grip on Braxton’s head and opening his eyes.

  After giving the head of his cock a kiss, Braxton sat up and

  pushed his hair away from his forehead, looking back at Fabian.

  “Damn. That was the mother-load.”

  Fabian smiled, then cracked up with laughter. “You drew

  everything out of me. Holy crap.”

  Braxton scooted around and lay on top of Fabian, nose to

  nose. “Wanna taste?”

  The wicked little boy expression was a kick to Fabian.

  “Yeah.”

  Braxton went for his mouth and Fabian could catch his own

  scent on his skin. He dug his fingers into Braxton’s hair and

  spread his legs for him. Instead of going for a rubber, Braxton

  parted from their kiss and scooted his hips up Fabian’s torso,

  pointing his cock at Fabian’s mouth.

  Fabian propped his head up with pillows and parted his lips.

  Braxton inched even closer, sitting on Fabian’s chest. Once

  he was inside Fabian’s mouth, he held onto the headboard and

  allowed Fabian to take over.

  Fabian ran one hand up Braxton’s cut abs to his chest while

  drawing his cock into his mouth. With his left hand holding the

  base, he touched Braxton’s warm skin all over with his right.

  Closing his eyes, then opening them and looking up, Fabian

  could see Braxton’s attention was focused on the act. Then

  Braxton met his gaze. They stared at each other as Braxton

  began moving his hips gently, allowing Fabian to control the

  depth but not the speed.

  Fabian closed his eyes again and reached between Braxton’s

  legs, massaging the hard root of his cock behind his balls.

  The sound of a moan from Braxton brought chills to Fabian’s

  skin. It was deep, masculine, and sensual, like the man himself.

  After allowing Fabian to suck away, Braxton then, one by

  one, reached for Fabian’s wrists and pinned them to the

  headboard.

  The act making him excited, Fabian relaxed under the control

  of this dominant male, and trusted him not to push too deeply

  into his mouth.

  Adjusting his position, Braxton began fucking Fabian’s

  mouth gently, using just the tip of his cock while keeping

  Fabian’s arms pinned to the bed.

  Fabian began to grow hard again, enjoying the submissive

  games. He sucked as hard as he could as Braxton drew out nearly

  to the tip and back in.

  Peeking up, Fabian caught those golden eyes watching him

  like a hawk. When they connected stares, Braxton thrust more

  quickly, just shy of Fabian’s gag reflex. In reaction, Fabian

  began moving his own hips, but nothing was there to give him

  friction.

  Tasting pre-cum, Fabian closed his eyes, balled his fists and

  moaned around Braxton’s cock. It set Braxton off and he gave a

  few fast pumps and Fabian’s mouth filled with his cum. He

  swallowed as Braxton let his cock to slide out, still pumping cum

  all over Fabian’s jaw and neck.

  Fabian was in heaven. He licked his lips and tensed his arms

  in pure pleasure.

  Braxton released his grip and sat staring at Fabian.

  Fabian met his eyes.

  With a smile, Braxton touched the creamy drops on Fabian’s

  chin.

  “Love you, you fucker.” Fabian’s heart beat madly under

  Braxton’s weight.

  “That what you wanted?” Braxton grinned and slid down so

  they were lying on top of each other. He kept wiping at the cum

  with his fingers, cleaning up Fabian’s chin.

  “Yeah. You?”

  “Oh, fuck yeah.” Braxton kissed Fabian and they rolled over

  so Fabian was on top. He dug his hands into Braxton’s hair and

  deepened the kiss, the essence of their manhood and sweat in the

  air and on their lips like sweet indulgence.

  Fabian held him tight, rolling and rocking on the bed as they

  kissed, stunned that what had begun as a cold, intimidating

  partnership, had morphed into a love affair of epic proportions to

  him.

  When the rough sandpaper of their faces began to make

  Fabian’s skin burn, he burrowed against Braxton’s neck and held

  him tight.

  ~

  They got out of bed once to wash up, then crawled back in to

  be lazy.

  When Braxton finally turned his cell phone on, which he had

  placed on the nightstand, it chimed with a multitude of missed

  messages and calls. Lying beside Fabian on the pillows, their

  legs intertwined, Braxton and he looked at the list of emails and

  text messages together.

  “We have to call Brianna.” Braxton tapped the screen to open

  up options.

  “Yup, we do.” Fabian nestled against him, cheek to cheek so

  he could view the small screen. “Oh! Skype? Holy crap!” Fabian

  tucked the blanket closer around his shoulders.
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  Braxton laughed and held the phone up so he could see her

  when she answered.

  “Hey, big guy.” Brianna’s sweet face showed in the small

  screen.

  “Hey, little girl.” Braxton laughed.

  “Fabian didn’t do his magic last night. We’re swamped.”

  “Oh yes he did.” Braxton pointed the phone at him.

  Fabian waved shyly. “Hi.”

  They both heard Brianna cracking up, and could see her

  roaring with joyous laughter. “I love it! Finally you two idiots

  got together!”

  “Did we ever.” Braxton whistled. “Wow.” He felt Fabian

  elbow him. “So? What’s the scoop, Ms Cambridge?”

  As the noise of an infant came through the phone, Fabian

  asked him softly, “She has a baby?”

  Obviously they could both hear it crying in the background.

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay,” she said, “I can handle most of them, but there is a

  last minute glitch at the red carpet thingy tonight.”

  “What red carpet thingy?” Fabian asked.

  “A small independent film production,” Braxton said to him,

  “I arranged it before you were hired.”

  “Hello!” Brianna yelled to get their attention, but was

  smiling.

  “We’re listening.” Braxton shifted so they could both see her

  on the phone.

  “The EP wants you there. She said she expects trouble or

  something. I told her to hire private security.”

  “What kind of trouble?” Braxton asked, not hearing about

  any trouble previously.

  “Some jerk she worked with was shit-canned for breach of

  contract and now he’s gone all six-six-six on her ass. She

  forwarded me an email he sent. A real nut case, Braxton.”

  “Shit.” Braxton thought about it. “Hire private security. Get

  an off duty LAPD cop from the police union.”

  “Okay. So, are you going to go?”

  Braxton asked Fabian, “You busy tonight?”

  “I had plans with a gal pal, but I can reschedule.”

  “You sure? I’d hate to make you break a date.”

  “Can she come? With her own date?”

  “Sure.” Braxton looked back at Brianna. “What time?”

  “Eight. Private screening. You remember all the details?”

  “I do. You want me to do the calling for security?”

  “Nope. I love cops. Let me.” She giggled.

  Braxton could hear another squealing yell from her child in

  the background. “You need to get that screaming kid some