A Second Chance?

Chapter 8

  A few minutes later, the guys were in Brendon's room, preparing to get into bed. "Ry, do you want pajama pants, or..." Brendon trailed off.

  "Or what, Bren?" Ryan asked.

  Brendon blushed, a pretty pink staining his cheeks. "Well," he said, "I usually just sleep in boxers. I just wanted to know what you're most comfortable with. With this being new for us, and all."

  Ryan reached over and squeezed Brendon's hand. "We're together now. Boxers are fine. That's how I usually sleep too. We don't need to be shy around each other," Ryan said as he smiled softly at Brendon.

  Brendon smiled back. "You're right. Let's get undressed and get in bed. I'm ready for us to get some rest."

  With that, Brendon peeled his t-shirt over his head. Ryan couldn't help staring at the lean, taut abs and his lightly muscled chest and arms. Brendon had these amazing hips, and Ryan couldn't help imagining grasping them. Ryan could also see the v-line leading down into his tight jeans. Ryan's mouth went a little dry with lust. Brendon was even hotter shirtless.

  Brendon noticed Ryan couldn't stop looking. With that, he walked over and gazed into Ryan's eyes, gently tugging on the hem of Ryan's t-shirt. "Your turn," he whispered, as he pulled Ryan's shirt over his head.

  Brendon was just as spellbound by Ryan's long, lean torso and arms. He had a flat stomach that Brendon could imagine kissing and suckling. And he thought Ryan's hip bones were sexy as hell. He wanted to mark Ryan on them, and claim him as his own. Ryan was so beautiful to him.

  They both looked up and caught each other's eyes at the same time, both erupting in light blushes. "We should probably both get rid of these pants, huh?" Ryan asked quietly. "Wanna help me with mine?"

  Brendon swallowed hard and nodded. He reached out slowly and undid Ryan's belt, followed by unzipping him. He then carefully inched the tight jeans down, careful not to catch Ryan's boxers too. He could see the outline of Ryan's semi-hard cock in his boxers, and he felt a thrill roll through his belly. Ryan then stepped the rest of the way out of his pants and removed his socks.

  Ryan moved closer and put his hands on Brendon's hips, just like he'd wanted. "Want me to help you with yours?" he whispered. Brendon looked up into his eyes and nodded.

  Ryan got Brendon gently unbuckled and unzipped, carefully removing his jeans for him. When that was finished, they both stood in their boxers, just looking at each other for several quiet moments, hands brushing down each other's arms. Finally, Brendon said, "Come here," in a low husky voice. He held his arms out to hold Ryan.

  Ryan stepped into Brendon's arms, and the embrace felt like lightning. He couldn't believe how amazing Brendon's bare skin felt against his. He gently ran his hands up and down Brendon's back, just to feel him, and Brendon did the same. Finally, they pulled back just enough to look at each other and smile shyly. Ryan brought a hand up and brushed it across Brendon's cheek, then ran it into his hair. Then he tipped his face down, and began to kiss Brendon.

  The kiss started slowly and gently, but quickly picked up speed, and turned into a full-on makeout. Brendon ran his tongue across Ryan's bottom lip and Ryan opened up for him, their tongues instantly colliding and rolling together. Ryan heard and felt Brendon groan deep from his chest, then felt the heat pooling low in his own belly. Brendon had his arms woven tightly around Ryan's tiny waist. Ryan ran his hands down Brendon's back, then went to cup his ass. It was Ryan's turn to groan - he'd had no idea how amazing Brendon's ass would feel under the palms of his hands.

Ryan kissed a trail up Brendon's jaw to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. He then kissed down to Brendon's neck, and ran his tongue lightly over Brendon's pulse point. Brendon moaned out loud, and Ryan felt his cock twitch.