Coming Home: The Davis Brothers

19.Brandon And Lonnie

Brandon leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching Lonnie cook dinner in their new kitchen. The little man was darting around the kitchen like a dynamo. He was multitasking his ass off, really impressing Brandon with his skills.

Lonnie never ceased to amaze Brandon.

Brandon was definitely getting used to this life. Lonnie treated him like a king, and Brandon treated Lonnie like he was God's gift, because that's what he was. He didn't know what he did to deserve Lonnie, but he wouldn't question it. Not anymore.

Lonnie flipped through three drawers before he found the wooden spoon he wanted. "I can't remember where we put stuff," he laughed. "I love this kitchen, by the way."

"I'm glad. You picked out the cabinets and hardware and the counters, you know."

Lonnie turned around and looked at Brandon. "Yeah. I didn't know I was picking out stuff for us. I thought I was helping out the company. I thought you wanted my opinion on decorating." He turned back around and stirred the pot on the cooktop.

Brandon moved up behind Lonnie and put his hands on his boy's slender waist. He heard Lonnie swallow, but Lonnie didn't look back at him. Brandon leaned down and kissed the top of Lonnie's head, and buried his nose in the soft, silky hair, sniffing in that wonderful, sweet shampoo scent he used. He brushed aside the hairs covering the nape of Lonnie's neck and planted a kiss there, nibbling and sucking.

"Mmm," Lonnie moaned. "Your beard feels so good against my skin... and your mouth...."

Brandon pulled back, letting Lonnie's hair fall back to cover his neck. He let his forehead rest on the top of Lonnie's head and he moved his body closer to Lonnie, needing more contact with his smaller partner.

"I knew how excited you were when we were planning," Brandon told him. "I saw how proud you were that we asked for your help. It wasn't a one time thing, cupcake. We're gonna need your help flipping my old place."

"Yeah?" Lonnie asked as he stirred the stew.

"Yeah, if you wanna take it on. Otherwise, Walker will just throw up beige paint and be done with it. I know you want more job responsibilities. It's yours if you want it."

"Great!" Lonnie said as he turned around and bounced on his heels. "Because I have a bunch of ideas. For the master bed--"

Brandon laughed. He grabbed Lonnie's face in his hands and bent down and kissed him mid-sentence. Lonnie melted in his man's embrace and went limp against him, letting Brandon take his mouth.

They were interrupted when the doorbell rang.

"Fuck. That's probably the furniture delivery," Brandon said against Lonnie's lips. "I wanna keep kissing you though." He pushed his hard crotch into Lonnie's belly. "Wanna do more."

Lonnie gave Brandon's chest a push. He smiled when Brandon voluntarily stepped back; Lonnie wasn't strong enough to move the big lug. "Go take care of the delivery men while I make dinner." He looked down at the bulge laying along Brandon's hip and pointed at it with his spoon. "And you better do something with that before you answer the door, otherwise they'll know you're a sex-starved pervert."

Brandon growled and gnawed playfully at Lonnie's neck. "I'm starved for my cupcake. Starved for that hot little ass. Gonna eat you up tonight, cupcake."

Lonnie closed his eyes as a shudder ripped through his spine.

Brandon chuckled and gave Lonnie one last kiss, before walking off with a grin to answer the door. Lonnie smacked Brandon's ass with the spoon, leaving a wet spot on the back of the man's jeans. Brandon turned around and held up a finger. "Don't think you won't be punished for that later."

Lonnie just smiled. He went to put the spoon back in the pot. "Shoot," he mumbled and tossed it into the sink. As much as he loved Brandon, he didn't want to stir their stew with a spoon covered in Brandon's ass cooties. He pulled open a drawer, shut it and then went to the next one before he found another spoon.