Even Though Part II ***NSFW***

Copyright 2013
Bailey Bradford

Part II

Maybe he should have been nervous. Glenn tightened his hands on the steering wheel but almost instantly relaxed his grip again. No, he had nothing to be nervous about. He trusted himself, and he trusted James.

Glenn had never thought of James as weak in any way, not even when he’d still been hurting so badly, and locked into himself. Even then, Glenn knew James would find a way back to the world of the living, so to speak.

He’d lost faith for a bit, but only in his goal of attaining James’ heart. Everything had worked out, though, because when it came right down to it, he loved James more than anything else in the world, and James loved him just as much.

So when James opened up and told him what he needed? Glenn trusted them both enough to be confident in them. They remained silent for the rest of the drive, more, he knew, to let the sexual tension build. His cock was slowly filling, and he enjoyed the way his groin warmed as his arousal increased.

James’ sexy little glances at his crotch were turning Glenn on something fierce, too. From the corner of his eye, he saw James’ lips part, then he heard the slight increase in his breathing.

Glenn turned down their street. He moved their joined hands over until James’ fingers were brushing against Glenn’s balls. It was the barest touch, hardly perceptible through the denim and underwear Glenn had on, but damn. It shot through Glenn and he clenched his ass, his thighs.

James pressed harder and Glenn was never so fucking glad to see their driveway as he was right then. Glenn sent James a smoldering look and made the last turn into the driveway.

Glenn let go of James’ hand at the same time he slammed the car into park. He twisted around and grabbed James by the front of his shirt with one hand and unsnapped his seatbelt with the other.

James’ grunt wafted over Glenn’s lips right before Glenn crushed their mouths together.

Heat, need, want, love—it all slammed into Glenn, from James, into James, it was all about his lover. Glenn bit James’ bottom lip and cupped the back of his head. He held James still and took every bit of control from him. James gave it eagerly, shaking so hard and grabbing at Glenn that for a moment, Glenn thought James had come.

Glenn tried to push forward but his own seatbelt restricted his movements. He tore his head aside and cursed as he felt for the belt release. James leaned across the small distance separating them and went right for Glenn’s neck.

Glenn barely managed to get the seatbelt undone before James was sucking and marking him up. James wanted to give it up, not lead despite the way he was going at Glenn.

That was reason enough for Glenn to grab him by the upper arms and pull him off. James’ wanton look would forever be burned into Glenn’s memory. It was only a split-second, because then Glenn was shoving James back, toppling him over. He got a hand behind James’ head to keep him from braining himself on the passenger door.

Glenn grunted as he barely avoided being kneed in the balls. He palmed James’ balls, rubbed the denim over them firmly, then traced the outline of his dick as James panted. Glenn tried to settle himself between James’ legs but it wasn’t going to happen in the damn car.

He settled for sprawling on top of James and kissing him until James began to wiggle and hump beneath him. James’ mouth was hot, his lips swollen, eyes glazed. Glenn had never seen such a beautiful sight. The sunlight streaming through the windows made James’ skin glow and Glenn fell even harder for the man.

Then he blinked and took another kiss. He didn’t want to keep his weight on top of James for very long, and Glenn’s elbow kept slipping. Glenn traced James’ cheek, the line of his nose, the firm chin. He thumbed over James’ lips, going a little shaky himself when James licked his thumb.

“Inside,” Glenn said, “Where I can fuck you properly.” Lord, they’d probably given the neighbors lots to talk about.

As if thinking the same thing, James snorted and closed his eyes. “Aw, man, Mrs Garfield…”

“Yeah.” Their nosy elderly neighbor loved spying on everyone and gossiping about it. “Oh well, she probably needs the excitement.”

James cracked open one eye. “Take me in and fuck me.”

As if Glenn had been planning on doing anything else. Glenn got up, not very gracefully, either. The horn was smacked a couple of times, ensuring they’d gain Mrs Garfield’s attention if she wasn’t already watching.

Glenn determinedly didn’t look in the direction of her house when he got out. He met James at the front of the car and immediately crowded behind him, pressing against him with every step. He got to rub against that firm ass, got a hand around to grope James, grab his cock, pinch his tits as they walked.

James’ thread moan was something else. Glenn shoved him right up against the door and gave that ass a firm grind.

“Oh God,” James whined, “Please. I. Can.” James scratched at the door. “Please, fuck, Glenn—“

Glenn loved that incoherency, the lust-addled inability to string together a sentence. “Better unlock the door, sweetheart. You want me to fuck you, we have to get inside.”

James’ curses were creative enough to be entertaining as he tried to get the house keys from his jeans pocket. Glenn didn’t make it easy.

Neither of them wanted easy. He kept his hands moving, unfastening James’ pants and getting his hand beneath James’ tight briefs to cup his dick. Nipples, chest, belly, neck, Glenn pinched and dragged his fingers over all of them.

James was shaking so hard, breathing so hard, he seemed on the verge of coming apart. He got the door opened, though, and Glenn kept his grip on James as they went inside.

Not far inside. Glenn kicked the door shut then he shoved James’ pants and underwear down roughly. James stumbled but Glenn kept him upright—long enough to bend him over the nearest piece of furniture.

The hall table wasn’t very wide, or long, but it had a great mirror behind it so Glenn could see every expression on James’ face as he pressed James’ shoulders down.

James’ face was flushed, desire painting him a pretty color. Glenn shoved James’ shirt up and bent to bite at his shoulder blade.

James’ wordless shout rang out in the hall. Glenn rolled his eyes up to look in the mirror. His gaze tangled with James’ Glenn nipped him again, working that spot that would carry a pretty purple love bite.

James arched his back and Glenn smoothed his hands down to cup his ass. He thumbed over James’ hole, pushing in just enough to make sure James really felt it. He cupped James’ balls with the other hand and gave them a slight tug.

“Ungh!” James humped his hand and shoved back against Glenn’s thumb. Before James could demand more, Glenn pushed his thumb into James’ hole and twisted his wrist.

James’ lashes fluttered as he tried to keep his eyes open. Glenn gave his nuts another tug and James gave that open, his eyelids slamming closed as he keened.

Glenn left off playing with James’ balls and stood up to strip off his own clothes. Then he pressed that hand to James’ nape, holding him down. “Grab your dick,” he ordered. Not waiting to see if James complied, Glenn knelt and went after James’ pucker, licking the tight seal as it gripped the base of his thumb.

“Fuck!” James yelped, jostling as he grabbed his cock.

Glenn scraped that delicate skin gently with his teeth. He spat on James’ ring and worked the wetness into James. Lube would be ideal, but there wasn’t any nearby and Glenn would be damned if he was moving from the spot until he’d fucked them both senseless.

And James wanted rough, so Glenn would give it to him, along with the tenderness he’d never be able to withhold.

Glenn spread James’ ass cheeks apart, taking his thumb from that silky heat and putting his hole on display. He blew on the little pucker then licked it as James cried out. The delicate pink skin was flushed to a darker shade, and it glistened from Glenn’s attention.

A few licks more and James’ legs were quivering, his ass clenching beneath Glenn’s hands. Glenn pushed his tongue into James’ hole, sinking as deep into that sweet ass as he could. He stiffened his tongue and fucked James for several minutes, letting James’ flavor be absorbed into his very bones.

James’ wordless cries were almost musical, their rhythm following each thrust of Glenn’s tongue. When he plucked at that ring from the inside out, James yelled and shoved back onto Glenn’s face.

Glenn pushed him forward again and went after his hole like a man starved. When James’ hole was gaping and slick, dripping and waiting, Glenn surged up. He had his cock in hand and aimed at James’ opening before he was fully upright. Glenn curled himself over James’ back.

“Look at me,” he growled, grabbing at James’ hair. “Watch me take you.”

James opened his eyes, looking dazed and so sexy it hurt. Glenn locked gazes with him and with one thrust, buried his cock into James’ tight heat.

James’ gasp was ragged, his moan broken as Glenn’s shoved in even deeper. Glenn loved this man so fiercely, so intently, that he felt like their souls melded together as they stared at each other in the mirror.

Then James constricted those slick inner walls around Glenn’s length and Glenn’s mind melted as lust overtook him. He snarled and pulled out until his dick was free, then he slammed back in. His hips ground against the firm swells of James’ ass for less than a second before he was pulling back and thrusting again.

Glenn kept a grip on James’ hair and hip. James arched his neck, tipping his head back so that Glenn could see the bob of his Adam’s apple every time he swallowed. James’ right arm began moving as he jerked himself off, his eyes going hazy.

“Close?” Glenn got out as he moved his hand from James’ hip to his belly.

James panted out a ‘yes’ and tried to rock back into the next thrust.

Glenn rammed in fully and folded himself over James again. He bit at his neck, his nape, and wrapped his other arm around James chest, gripping at his shoulder.

James’ shout should have shattered the mirror as James came. Glenn’s cock was encased in such perfect, gripping warmth that he’d swear his heart stopped. His balls pulsed at the same time the scent of James’ cum hit the air. Glenn’s eyes closed along with James’.

“Fuck,” Glenn rasped as he ground against James’ ass, seeking to get just that much deeper. James’ ass clamped down around his dick and Glenn gave it up, throwing his head back to shout as spunk jetted from his cock. James’ body milked him until Glenn’s knees threatened to give out.

If he whimpered when he pulled out of James’ hole, Glenn doubted James heard him. Glenn slid down again and dragged his tongue down James’ crease. James was the one who whimpered then. Glenn lapped over his wet hole once then nipped at his butt. He looped his arms around James’ hips and pulled him down to the floor.

There wasn’t a part of Glenn that didn’t feel gelatinous. He might never move again.

Except the curve of James’ butt against his groin, that was magic, pure perfection—definitely worth moving for.

James stretched and reached behind him to grip Glenn’s neck. He turned his head and Glenn leaned up to kiss him. James shook and moaned, no doubt tasting Glenn’s cum.

It was good, so good. Glenn wasn’t the rough and tumble sort, but that had been just right, for them both. James mewled with a contented sound that proved he was well-pleased.

Glenn curled around James and closed his eyes again. “Love you, sweetheart.”

James knew it, but Glenn would never tire of saying it.