Even Though Part III ***NSFW***

Copyright 2013
Bailey Bradford

Part III

Oh Jesus. James groaned as he cracked his eyelids open. He felt like he’d slept on—he stared at the hall table. That would explain it. He became aware of the furnace-like heat of Glenn’s body curled up behind him.

Both of them would regret it if they didn’t get up soon. James grimaced at the sticky feeling between his cheeks when he rolled over. Sex was messy, and he was fine with that, but he’d bet the carpet would need cleaning.

When he could look at Glenn, James’ heart just about stopped beating. Glenn was over a decade older than him, but he didn’t look it, despite the grey hair. Especially in sleep, with his features relaxed—he could easily pass for a man in his late twenties. There were those fine lines framing the outer edges of his eyes, but James had those, too. Other than that, Glenn’s skin was smooth except for the stubble.

James admired the long sweep of Glenn’s lashes, the straight line of his nose. When he got to Glenn’s parted lips, James licked his own. He scooted closer and softly pressed his mouth to Glenn’s. Just like the rest of his body, Glenn’s lips were hot, so hot and pillowy—

There was something about Glenn’s taste that never altered. It didn’t matter what he did or didn’t eat or drink, whether he’d brushed his teeth or not. There was always this essence that James could taste when he kissed Glenn.

That flavor rolled onto his tongue as he licked past Glenn’s parted lips. Glenn gave up a muffled moan then he was kissing James back, reaching for him and bracing his neck with one big hand.

James had intended the kiss to be short and sweet, but Glenn was addictive and when the man took over, rolling onto his back and dragging James on top of him, James could only moan eagerly.

Glenn clamped his other hand around one of James’ ass cheeks and squeezed. The pressure that put on his tender hole hit his nerve receptors as a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

James’ cock began to firm up as Glenn claimed his mouth and body. His grip on James’ neck and ass didn’t loosen up any as their erections pressed side by side between them.

Knowing Glenn was as suddenly horny as he was filled James with pride. Only he had ever had this man; only he ever would, because he was the only one Glenn wanted. And James would never let anyone other than Glenn touch him.

Glenn parted his legs and James slid right between them. If he’d thought Glenn’s body was hot, his groin was a brand, burning against James’.

Glenn gave his butt cheek a hard squeeze, then a tug. James’ breath hissed from his lungs at the way that made his entire ass feel. He gripped Glenn’s hair and began kissing him back with as much force as he dared.

Beneath him, Glenn went wild, growling, nipping, sucking until James’ lips felt swollen to twice their size and so sensitive he thought he’d be able to come just from the kissing.

But Glenn thrust up, rutting against him, and between them, they were leaking enough precum to give them a comfortable, perfect glide.

James didn’t hold back, gripping Glenn’s hair tighter as he met Glenn thrust for thrust. Tingling turned to sharp spears of lightning-like pleasure that erupted from James’ dick to spread throughout his body. He humped Glenn like an animal in rut, desperate, needy, wanton.

And Glenn matched every bit of that, curling his fingers against James’ flesh, pulling him down, harder, faster.

James’ balls drew tight in minutes and he had to rip his head aside to breath. Glenn latched right onto his neck, sucking hard, and it blew James’ mind. He cursed and jerked as cum spurted from his cock. Glenn nipped the spot he’d sucked and grunted, coming only a few seconds later.

James’ body rose and fell with his and Glenn’s rough breaths. It took a few minutes for his head to stop spinning, and for him to realize that he might be squishing Glenn. “Sorry,” he muttered, pushing up on his elbows.

Glenn opened one eye. “S’good. Back hurts though.”

James felt stiff himself, and not in any sort of pleasurable way just then. “Yeah, we’re too old to be rolling around on the floor.”

Glenn opened the other eye and frowned. “Are not.”

James bit his bottom lip. Whoops. “ I mean—“

Glenn had him on his back again in a heartbeat. “I’ll show you just how old we’re not.”

****

They were both popping ibuprofen the next morning, but James wasn’t going to complain, and he didn’t think Glenn was, either. The man looked positively smug—no wonder, considering all the things he’d done to James over the course of the last twenty-four hours. James couldn’t sit without being reminded of every one of them.

It was perfect.

He might just have to put his foot in his mouth more often, too.

“More coffee?” Glenn asked, lifting the pot.

James shook his head. “Nah, I’ll jitter all day.” He’d been cutting way back, and more than a cup or two could make him shake life a bunny in a lion’s den. “What’re we doing today?”

“Later, I thought maybe you’d drill me into the mattress,” Glenn said matter-of-factly. “But before then, we were invited to lunch with Xav, Chase, Adam and Les, remember? We don’t have to go, though.”

James sighed. “Nah, it’ll be good to hang out with friends for a while. I just forgot, is all.” He was still adjusting to doing things like that, but he almost always enjoyed it once they were out with other people. “Where’re we going?”

Glenn drained the rest of his coffee then set the mug in the sink. “Adam and Les’ new place. Now that they’re settled in, I think they want to show the place off.”

“Okay.” James got up and strolled over to where Glenn was leaning against the counter. He stopped when he was chest to chest with the man. “You know you’re one sexy fucker,” he muttered as he stared into those grey eyes he knew so well.

“I’m glad you think so,” Glenn returned, his cheeks darkening just a little. “As long as you want me, that’s all that matters to me about the way I look.”

James framed Glenn’s face with his hands and brushed his lips over Glenn’s. “I’d want you even if you weren’t such a gorgeous stud. I love you for everything you are. Everything, Glenn.”

Glenn’s lashes fluttered as he closed his eyes. “Same, sweetheart. You know it.”

“I do,” James whispered. “Love you. You saved me, you know.”

Glenn shook his head. “No, you did that yourself. I just waited until you were ready to let me love you.”

James thought maybe Glenn was right. He leaned on Glenn so much, but Glenn leaned right back. There’d be those terrible, dark days and nights when James had shoved everyone away, when he’d been a prisoner of his own fears and memories. But he’d gotten past them, mostly, and what ones lingered, Glenn and their friends saw him through.

He’d been broken once, but not irreparably so. The life he lived now was proof of that.

James wrapped his arms around Glenn and held him tight, was held in return as he put his head to Glenn’s shoulder.

There was nothing more right in the world than being in Glenn’s arms. In a little while, they’d go join their friends, and James would be nervous at first, then he’d loosen up, laugh, maybe even tease some.

But for now, all he wanted, all he needed, was right there, in his arms.