Drink coffee. Relax. Stop overthinking how fucking sweet I am.

Wes hadn’t even realized he felt heaviness in his limbs, in his whole damn body, until it started to drift away. But somehow, looking at Braden’s notes, it just...went. Did he always feel that weighed down? All he knew was, when he looked at that note, he didn’t. He felt good.

And he didn’t want that to go away.

Without letting himself think about it, Wes turned off the coffee pot. He took the world’s quickest shower, then went straight for his room, got dressed in whatever he could find, grabbed his jacket and went straight for the door.

Luckily, Braden’s house wasn’t too hard to find. He’d only been here once, and walked back to the bar in the middle of the night.

He felt sort of on edge. No, more like he was high on something. What, he didn’t know, but his body was jittery and eager as he pounded on the door.

Wes ignored the internal questions asking him what the hell he was doing here. Ignored the thoughts telling him to turn and go, because all he wanted right now was to laugh, and fuck, and forget everything in his life except for the things that made him feel good. Braden was the only person who could give him that.

Jock started going crazy inside. Patience left him as he banged on the door again, needing...hell, he didn’t know what.

It was a minute later that Braden jerked the door open, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats. His golden skin taut across firm muscles. His hair was a mess, his eyes swollen from lack of sleep, but still he cocked a brow when he saw Wes. The right side of his mouth rose, and Wes suddenly wanted to kiss the smirk off his face.

“Miss me?” Braden asked.

“Want you,” Wes replied.

That was all it took for Braden to open the door wider and signal for him to go in. Wes closed the door behind them and turned to see Braden heading for the hallway, taking off his sweats as he went. He left them right on the floor, the tattoo on his back and his round, hard ass on perfect display as he went.

“You coming?” he asked after turning around. Wes felt like an amateur, nerves he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager rising inside him.

“I hope to be soon,” he forced himself to say, getting another of Braden’s smiles.

“That’s what I like to hear. You’re funny when you want to be, Wesley.”

“Don’t call me that.” Still, Wes took a step forward.

“Are you going to make me stop?” Braden asked, and then he was moving down the hallway. Wes went right behind him, eager electricity bouncing around inside him.

“You’re going to have to stay out, buddy,” Wes told Jock as he closed the bedroom door. Before he could move, Braden pushed him against the door from behind, Braden’s chest against his back.

Learning forward, he put his mouth close to Wes’s ear. “I jerked off thinking about you last night.”

“Sorry I missed it.”

Braden pushed into him, rubbed his cock against Wes’s ass. It was a shock to his system, making his senses explode.

“Oh fuck,” Wes gritted out when Braden pulled his shirt and jacket away from his neck and bit into it.

“I’m glad you came,” he whispered.

Fuck if Wes wasn’t glad, too.

Chapter Fifteen

Well, Braden hadn’t expected that. He wasn’t complaining—definitely not—but he hadn’t expected Wes to show up. “Wanted your ass last night.” He palmed a cheek. “But you passed out on me, and now you’re here because you want me? Mmm, maybe after I have you first.”

Wes’s fingers fumbled with his button and Braden turned him to help, stopping only when Wes said, “I’m here so you can fuck me.”

Damned if those words didn’t make a shiver race down Braden’s spine, making fire shoot through his veins. “Greedy little bottom.” He forced his fingers to work as he unbuttoned Wes’s jeans and shoved the zipper down. As he did, Wes took his jacket off then pulled his shirt over his head.

The second he was naked, Braden wrapped a hand around his thick erection, rubbed his thumb over the head, spreading the pre-come there.

Wes hissed.

“I’d suck you off, but I wouldn’t want to stop. Lay on the bed.”

He followed Wes over. As the other man lay down, Braden grabbed his waist and pulled. “Edge of the bed.” He dropped to his knees and pushed Wes’s legs toward his stomach.

“Oh, fuck,” Wes mumbled, hunger in his voice.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want it,” Braden teased before rubbing Wes’s ring with his finger. His cock jerked and he noticed Wes’s did the same. “We both know I like fucking. You’ve discovered how much I love giving head, but I like this, too.”