Once again I found myself waiting days for a response from Brandon. The fact that he had a boyfriend had almost completely slipped my mind and now I was just fixated on how attracted I was to him. His rock hard body and confidence had me spending all my time thinking about our hookups and craving more.
I thought about how Will had managed to find his way into Brandon's and mine relations and it pissed me off. I should have known that he was jealous and that he had feelings for Brandon after that first morning-after. Even knowing his feelings though, I still didn't care. Brandon was going to be mine now and I was not keen on sharing.
This time, I was sick of waiting for Brandon to text me first so I decided to make the first move: "Hey man! What're you up to?" I sent the message and tried to distract my mind with work until he texted me back, not knowing if he even would.
The response came about half an hour after my text: "Not much man, just finishing up some school work. You?" I saw the text immediately and even though I knew I would seem less eager if I waited a couple minutes to text back, I wanted him too much to wait.
"Just bored here. A little horny. Hoping you could help me out." I hoped that the text wasn't too straight forward, but I wanted him too much to waste any more time. Luckily he didn't waste any time either.
"I could go for a nice, little fuck right now."
I didn't even wait seconds to respond to respond, "Alright. You wanna come over to my place?" Normally I would never ask someone over, but I didn't want to have to risk the possibility of sharing Brandon with Will again.
"No. Why don't you just come over to my place? I don't really feel like driving." I found this annoying.
"Will be be alone or should I be expecting another surprise guest?"
"We will be alone. Will is gone for the night. No surprises, I promise."
I mulled it over in my head for a little, but decided that as long as we would be alone, I would go over. I told Brandon I was on my way and left my apartment as soon as possible.
When I got to Brandon's apartment, I didn't even wait at the door for him to let me in. I ripped open the door and marched right into his room, ready to take control. I saw him sitting on his bed with no shirt on and I walked right up to him and pressed my mouth into his. His smooth lips fit into mine and softly molded against them. I placed my hands on the bottom of his jaw and he set his on my lower back, pulling me slowly down onto his lap.
Our lips kept smoothly against eachother as I kissed him again and again. I felt all of the doubts I had had about him in the last week drift away. Something about his mouth against mine felt right to me and in that moment nothing mattered. He slowly spread my lips apart with his and I felt is warm tongue slide into my mouth and against my own tongue. Our kissing slowly hot more intense. I could feel his every breathe in my mouth and against my face. He moved his hands under the hem of my shirt and I shivered to feel his fingertips against The bare skin of my back. I felt him slowly pull up on my shirt.
I broke the connection between our lips to allow Brandon to pull my shirt off over my head. I stared into his blue eyes while he removed my shirt. As soon as it was completely off I moved my mouth back into his, this time pushing him down so he was laying down on the bed with me on top of him. As we made out I allowed my hands to move down the sides of him body, feeling every warm muscle with my hands. I felt his hands move under the waist of my jeans and grab my ass. I groaned into his mouth which just made him grab on harder.
Our kissing was getting more intense and I felt my body grinding into his. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against mine even through layers of clothing. I broke our kiss again to tell him to take off his clothes. I rolled over to lay beside him and we both ripped off everything that we were wearing in a matter of seconds. Brandon turned over to me as soon as he was done and asked, "69?"
