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Simon felt awkward as he climbed into bed beside Brendan. The other man was already ahead of him, with his arms tucked casually behind his head, looking up at the ceiling of the dingy hotel room. You could have cut the tension between them with a knife.
Brendan’s body radiated heat, making his presence impossible to ignore. He tried very hard not to think about their circumstances; half naked in bed together. If any part of his body were to move too far to the left, he would make contact with bare, warm skin.
Simon tried to distract himself by replaying the events of that day in his head. What the hell had happened? And more importantly, what the hell had Brendan dragged him into.
He studied the man beside him in his peripheral vision. He was still staring at the ceiling.
“Brendan,” he said gently, the soft tone of his voice breaking through their awkward silence. Brendan refused to look at him though, keeping his eyes trained upward.
Simon rolled over on his side and propped his head up with his hand, looking at Brendan properly now. “Brendan,” he repeated and this time Brendan relented. “I wanna know,” he continued, his meaning understood between the two of them, as was so common with them now. “I have a right to know.”
Brendan was quiet for a moment and Simon watched as his eyes glanced down at his lips, a habit that had become so commonplace he had learned to expect it. He wondered if the man was even aware how often he did it.
“Something I couldn’t let go,” he answered finally before turning his gaze back to the ceiling. “Goodnight, Simon.”
It was so rare that Brendan used his first name.
Simon didn’t move. His eyes dropped down to the expanse of exposed skin in front of him. He studied the way Brendan’s dark chest hair swirled around his chest, the pinkish color of his exposed nipples; thought of the way Brendan had looked at him earlier when he entered the room, the way his eyes seemed to drink in his body. He was always being observed underneath Brendan’s gaze. Always.
“See something you like?” Brendan asked suggestively, his voice soft, eyes never leaving the ceiling. He was trying to provoke him.
There was a certain level of allure to Brendan, Simon had to admit. His eyes would always find him in the middle of a crowded room, beckoning him over, and in the quiet moments between them, with just a bottle of whiskey and their own voices, the conversation was always nice.
It was a thought he often tried to avoid. Simon didn’t want to think of anyone like that, much less Brendan. He didn’t like how visible it made him feel, as if everyone around him knew where his soft spots were. It was one of the many reasons he wasn’t a good husband, or a good father for that matter. The world only needed to see what he allowed them to. Attraction was something he was supposed to use to his advantage.
When Simon didn’t respond, Brendan continued. “Because it’s alright if you do.” His gaze locked onto Simon’s. “No one has to know. It can be a secret between the two of us, just for tonight.”
He remained quiet still, the only sign he was listening being the way his eyes flickered down to Brendan’s lips. He’d felt them against his own once before in that small office as he was pushed against a hard wall. He remembered the heat of Brendan’s body pressed against his, the way that his tongue had slipped into his mouth, and how his hands had tangled in his hair, tugging at the roots with every press of his mouth.
“Simon,” Brendan drawled, grasping his chin in between his forefinger in thumb. His eyes glanced at the plump expanse of his lips in a silent request for permission.
Just tonight, Simon thought. No one has to know.
Simon nodded slowly, not saying a word, the only noise between them the small gasp that came from his throat when Brendan’s lips touched his.
It was gentler than Simon expected, what with their first kiss being so aggressive, but he found that he liked the soft pressure against his lips and the warm hand against his cheek.
The fine hairs of Brendan’s mustache tickled his upper lip, but he was too distracted by their bare chests pressing together to care. The hair or his chest was soft against his smooth skin.
As the kiss deepened, Simon’s voice pitched into an airy whimper, little noises spilling from his mouth every time Brendan’s tongue slid across his.
He could feel himself becoming aroused underneath the protection of the duvet and he resisted the urge to grind into the mattress beneath him, to bring himself off while Brendan kissed him deeply. He briefly thought about how it would feel to cum in his boxers, soaking the fabric with his release obscenely, the sensation of the sticky mess trapped inside.
It would’ve been humiliating. His cock fucking ached.
The hand resting on his cheek slid down, grazing his bicep and then the gentle dip of his hip until it found the soft swell of his erection, cupping it through his underwear.
Simon made a breathy little noise at the contact and bucked minutely into the touch. Brendan responded with a firm squeeze, smirking against his lips at the loud moan he received in return.
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and dipped his hand into Simon’s underwear, dragging a teasing finger underneath his balls.
Simon’s hips jerked and he let out a throaty whine. Brendan’s finger continued its teasing strokes against his balls until his cock was leaking precum, smearing across the front of his boxers.
His hips bucked wildly in an attempt to get Brendan’s hand to move, to close around the length of his erection and stroke, but he remained unmoved.
“Are you loud, Walker?” Brendan teased as he switched from stroking to gently cupping his balls, fondling them slowly in his hands and Simon’s cock leaked pathetically, aching for something more.
Simon, much to his humiliation, felt his face heat at those teasing words. He wanted to respond, to snap back and tell Brendan to fuck off, but all that would come from his mouth was a series of wrecked moans at Brendan’s squeezing hands.
“I suppose you are,” Brendan gloated, placing soft kisses along the column of his throat, his rough mustache scratching against his skin as he went. “Joel’s in the room next to us, you know, you might want to keep it down, Walker.”
“Fuck you, Brendan,” he spat and Brendan chuckled in return.
“That’s low hanging fruit, Walker, but if you insist,” was Brendan’s amused response. He moved his hand away from Simon’s erection, much to the man’s frustration, and slipped out from under the covers over to where his trousers were lying on the floor.
Simon watched with an annoyed expression as Brendan retrieved a small bottle of lubricant and a condom from his trouser pocket before climbing back into bed.
Brendan pushed him back with a gentle hand, pulling back the thick duvet that had been covering his lower half until that point, and glanced at the sizeable bulge appreciably. It was straining at that point, pressing up against the thin fabric of his boxers wantonly, a quarter sized wet spot where the tip of his cock lay.
Calloused fingers gripped at the elastic band and pulled them down gently, revealing the defined V-line hidden beneath his boxers, and then his leaking erection.
His boxers were tossed to the side, leaving him completely naked and exposed to Brendan’s eyes. The pulsing length of his erection resting against his stomach, absurd amounts of pre leaking onto it, the hang of his balls.
Simon felt the momentary need to cover himself, but was quickly thwarted when Brendan spread his legs gently, exposing the underside of his arse. Brendan’s fingers trailed along his right cheek slowly before dipping between them, teasing at the furled hole there. Simon let out a small whine at the feeling.
“Have you ever done this before?” Brendan asked sincerely and Simon shook his head no.
He didn’t even think he liked men before Brendan.
Brendan seemed intrigued by his confession, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he popped the lid on the bottle of lube and squirted a small dollop from the top. The little droplet landed on the tip of Simon’s cockhead, the cold sensation making him suck in air through his teeth and his cock jump. The lube slid down the length of his cock to his balls before disappearing between his cheeks. He felt it as it made contact with his entrance and shivered.
“I’ll be gentle then,” he drawled and squirted out another dollop, this time on three fingers.
Simon only nodded, unable to do anything else with how much his cock was aching against his stomach. He was eager to feel Brendan’s fingers inside of him, stretching him out in order to prepare him for something bigger.
A calloused finger brushed against his hole, swirling around it gently as if to open it up steadily for his finger, before pushing inside as slowly as he could manage.
Simon made a shaky noise at the intrusion, which only encouraged Brendan further as he crooked his finger inside of him, just missing his prostate. Simon tried not to let his frustration show, but if Brendan’s amused chuckle was anything to go by, he hadn’t succeeded.
“Don’t worry, love, you’ll get what you want all in good time,” he assured him as he pushed a second finger in.
The stretch felt amazing and he moaned in response. Brendan’s fingers felt thicker than they looked, touching parts of him that one one else had ever touched. His cock was a throbbing pain against him by now, begging desperately for some kind of touch, but it stayed neglected as his hole was stretched.
When Brendan’s fingers finally brushed against his prostate, he moaned absurdly loud, no doubt altering Joel of their activities next door. The embarrassment he felt from such a thought only turned him on more.
“Brendan,” he choked out, his first word in what felt like hours. His voice sounded hoarse and needy. It was humiliating.
Brendan only looked up at him expectantly as he slid a third finger inside of him.
Simon moaned again when all three fingers pressed against his prostate, gently fucking against it with practiced and precise movements. His legs shook from where they were spread wide, something Brendan was clearly taking enjoyment in, and he felt so close to that wonderful edge, but he needed more.
“Brendan, please,” he begged, desperation overriding his pride. “Please fuck me already.”
Brendan seemed delighted at his desperation and pulled his fingers from Simon’s entrance gently before kicking his underwear clumsily off his legs. Simon heard the familiar crinkling of a condom packet and caught the other man’s wrist before he could open it.
“No condom,” he requested hoarsely, “I want to feel you.”
“You’re sure?” Brendan asked, raising a brow, and Simon nodded quietly, trying not to think about how exposed he had been throughout this entire process.
“Yeah,” he rasped.
“Okay,” Brendan agreed as he crawled between his speed legs. His hands cupped the underside of Simon’s knees and brought them up to his shoulders, long legs draping over his back. It only took a few seconds for Brendan to line his cock up with Simon’s hole, pushing inside with a shaky groan.
Simon tossed his head back, teeth dragging against his lower lip as he moaned. The stretch was bigger than Brendan’s three fingers combined and when he was fully sheathed inside, he pressed directly against his prostate. He felt feral with need.
The blunt points of his nails dragged across Brendan’s shoulders in a desperate plea. “Move.”
Brendan’s first thrust was careful, much to Simon’s frustration, though the way his cock felt entering him again was mind numbing.
“You’re tight,” Brendan whispered against his ear, using his tongue to flick playfully at the silver ring through his helix. The sensation made him moan, desperate to feel his tongue everywhere.
“Never done this before,” Simon reminded him breathily. “Faster please.”
“Eager for your first time, aren’t you?” that sultry Irish voice purred in his ear.
Simon could only pant in response, lifting his hips in an attempt to get Brendan to move, but his attempts proved futile with the position he was in, and Brendan simply chuckled at his desperation.
He pulled his hips back and slammed in with one hard thrust, cockhead pushing against his prostate exactly, stars bursting behind his eyes.
Simon moaned wantonly.
“Who would've thought,” Brendan began with a smile, thrusting into him roughly now, “that Simon Walker would be so needy? So wanton?” His hand ran along the column of Simon’s throat, almost threatening to squeeze, before brushing past it up to his mouth, pushing a thumb between his plump lips. “What would the others think? Knowing that behind such a carefully crafted mask, you’re desperate to be fucked like this.”
The words made him feel dirty. His face was bright with humiliation, but that humiliation twisted so quickly into arousal that it made his head spin. “Brendan…”
“My name sounds perfect coming from your lips,” Brendan praised. “Say it louder, let them all know.”
His cock was hitting Simon’s prostate with every thrust now, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Simon’s cock still lay untouched against his stomach, weeping and aching from the neglect.
As if sensing his grievance, Brendan removed his finger from Simon’s mouth and wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a long stroke that made his mind cloud with pleasure.
“Brendan,” he moaned obediently, loud enough that anyone passing by their door could’ve heard it.
“Good boy,” Brendan praised, “good boy. Keep going. I want you to say my name when you cum.”
“Brendan,” he repeated, face flushed a deep shade of red, he was sure. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and neck, which Brendan watched with greedy eyes. Simon had never looked more wanton in his life.
Brendan’s thrusts increased in vigor and his hand continued to worship Simon’s cock, fingers gently pulling back the foreskin at the tip so his thumb could swirl against the sensitive head.
It made Simon shout and his hole clench.
“Brendan, Brendan, Brendan,” he panted, orgasm approaching at a rapid pace. Every moan of his name was louder than the last, just as he had asked, until he was sure that the entire hotel floor could hear him scream.
His vision whited all at once, cum spurting from his cock and onto Brendan’s hand. His thighs shook from the intensity, the muscles in his stomach quivering.
Brendan followed behind him quickly after, cumming inside him with a deep, satisfied groan, painting the inside of his hole milky white.
“Good boy,” Brendan praised one last time as he gently pulled himself out of Simon. He kissed the man below him gently, their lips moving together obscenely.
He collapsed beside him with a gentle thud, lavishing the side of his neck with soft kisses. Simon felt a bit overwhelmed at the sweetness of it all. He had expected rough and dirty.
“That was, uh,” Simon started, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to say now that his hole was leaking onto the sheets below him. Brendan brushed him off with a flick of his hand.
“Don’t. Go to bed, Walker.” Brendan sounded exhausted. The castle walls had quickly rebuilt themselves back up.
Simon was quiet for a moment. “Alright.”