Coming Home: The Davis Brothers

15. Brandon And Lonnie

Lonnie glanced down at the computer's clock. It was Friday, almost lunch time. Lonnie had been working at D and A Remodeling for two weeks now. He was getting to the point where he was starting to feel comfortable with the business.

When Brandon and Walker asked him for decorating advice a couple of days ago, he was surprised and very happy to give his advice. So they only let him pick out some paint colors and took his advice on tile choices, but it made him feel like he was really part of the business, like his opinion made a difference. Lonnie was just one of a dozen full-time employees, but Brandon and Walker treated everybody really well. He could tell that everyone respected the bosses. He was proud of Brandon.

The front door chimed and opened, and Lonnie looked up from the computer. A smile spread across his face as Brandon walked in, followed by Walker.

"Hi."

Brandon leaned over the front of the reception counter and planted a kiss on Lonnie's lips.

"Aw, come on, man," Walker groaned. "I don't wanna see that shit. Let me take a piss and then we can head out."

Lonnie couldn't help but blush and Brandon laughed at his friend's reaction. "He's just jealous 'cause he ain't getting any," Brandon 'whispered' to Lonnie, loud enough so that Walker could hear him.

"Fuck off," Walker muttered, shutting the bathroom door behind him.

Brandon leaned over the counter and kissed Lonnie again, this time slower and more sensual. He grabbed the back of Lonnie's head and pressed his tongue forward, sliding into Lonnie's willing mouth.

Lonnie cleared his throat and crinkled his nose. "Were you just smoking?"

"Yup."

Lonnie snickered. "Wow. I thought you'd deny it."

"Why should I?" he asked, then kissed Lonnie again.

Lonnie pulled back slightly and the corner of his mouth turned up in a hint of a smile. "What if I don't wanna kiss you after you've been smoking?"

"Too damn bad." Brandon reached behind Lonnie's head and grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled his head in and kissed him hard, until Lonnie was left panting. He stared back at Brandon. His lips were swollen, juicy wet and slightly parted.

"Uh..." Damn, Brandon could kiss him stupid. Lonnie blinked his eyes and shook his head clear. He pulled out a pack of gum from his desk drawer and set it on the counter. "Here."

Brandon looked down at the white minty squares packed in plastic and foil. He narrowed his eyes at Lonnie and growled. "Fine. I'll try to cut back." He pushed one of the gum pieces through the foil and popped it into his mouth. He kissed Lonnie again, and then nipped Lonnie's bottom lip with his teeth. "God, you make my dick so fucking hard. Do you think we have enough time to go to my office for a quick blowjob?"

Lonnie's eyes widened. "No!" He tried to look around Brandon's body to see if Walker was in the room.

"Damn." Brandon smiled and laughed softly. "It was worth a shot."

Lonnie knew that Brandon was just joking around. But maybe if they were alone, he might have taken Brandon up on his offer...

The three men headed down to a local joint that was popular with the construction crowd. As soon as they walked into the door, Lonnie felt slightly uncomfortable. He didn't exactly fit in here. But wasn't that always the case? The story of his life.

While they waited for one of the waitresses to gather their menus and utensils, his eyes scanned the room, noting all of the rugged men.

His eyes fell on one man in particular and he about tripped over his feet at the recognition. He quickly moved out of the burly man's line of vision, hoping that he was unseen, and tugged on Brandon's shirt.