"I think about you a lot," Brandon admitted. "Oh yeah? What do you think about?" Henry asked. Brandon cutely nuzzled Henry's neck and set upon grazing his teeth along the thin skin stretched over the clavicle. "I think," he described between soft bites, "about covering you in kisses," he accented this by pressing his lips against Henry's shoulder. "and teasing you like how you tease me." Bitterly, Henry thought about how a lot of his past actions may have been torturous for the pining Brandon
"I wanted to feel you," explained Brandon as he bent over to mouth Henry's hard nipple through the shirt, wetting the material with his tongue. Was Brandon a natural tease? Did he learn this from someone else? Henry felt betrayed by that thought, but knew that all of this was just fueled by Brandon's desire to do something, anything with Henry. It sounded as innocent as sex could possibly sound.
"But most of all, I wanted you to want me too, Henry." Ouch. He was reluctant to look into those honest, eyes. There was unmistakable lust clouding his eyes. He wanted this bad, even if he didn't know what he wanted exactly. The contact he craved was carnal.
Henry wanted to give it to him.
Moving slowly for his own benefit and so as to not startle Brandon, he dragged his hands down Brandon's thick waist and settled them on his hips, then decisively but still gently pushed Brandon down to fully sit on Henry's leg. This was good for both of them, maybe. They could talk more some other time, and he felt sure that maybe putting this first was a higher priority. Maybe selfishly, he persuaded himself that he could never look at Brandon the same again anyways. He didn't want to spend the next few days wondering what it would be like to fuck Brandon, and possibly regretting it if it never came up again. Now was the time, right? Of course.
Brandon grinned wide, curling his fingers around the stretched collar of Henry's shirt. "Are you giving me a sign?" he helpfully suggested. Henry snorted and pressed his forehead against Brandon's, and closed the deal, "Yes, I am, buster."
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Car Fic. | Bluespartanz
FanficIt's not like he hadn't been dropping hints-- he had. The problem was that Henry was too distracted with other things to notice. It didn't bother Brandon, though. The relationship they presently shared was perfect. It was the kind of easy going rela...
