47 comments/ 101173 views/ 114 favorites Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 01 By: robcub32 (This multi-chapter story is a sequel to "Big Ben", but it can be read stand-alone.) * Benji Carter looked over at the clock for what must have been the tenth time this past hour. It was late Friday afternoon and his boyfriend Ben was due back any minute now and he was growing impatient. Benji wasn't particularly crazy about Ben's long hauls, but the pay differential made a big difference in his paycheck. Not that they were hurting for cash. After Benji's promotion several months back, they were able to live just a little more comfortably. But to Benji, five days was a long time for Ben to be gone and on the road. Benji went through a mental checklist of things that they needed to do this weekend: have hot sex, get more dog food for Toby, have sex, grocery shopping, more sex, lunch with Ben's brother Brandon and visit their mom. Oh yeah, have some more hot sex. Smiling to himself, Benji reached between his legs and adjusted his dick, which was trying to poke a hole through his zipper, trying to get it into a more comfortable position. "Miss me, baby?" The deep, rumbling voice was instantly recognizable and sent a shudder down Benji's spine. He looked up to see his man leaning against the door frame. Ben's six-foot-six, 300-pound body took up nearly all of the space and Benji couldn't help but admire what a manly stud his boyfriend was. Even with the dark t-shirt he wore, Benji could see the tell-tale dampness under the arms where the sleeves were stretched across his big biceps. The shirt was snug across his barrel chest and hard belly and dark auburn hair peeked out over the top of the collar. The worn blue jeans he wore were nice and snug in all the right places, and showed off an impressive bulge in the crotch. He wore a huge pair of cowboy boots, with one toe kicked up against the door. Some people might have called Ben ugly, but not Benji. To Benji, Ben was not only the epitome of a masculine sex god, but he was the kindest, most generous man he had ever met. The smoldering looks he sent Benji sent another ripple down his spine and Benji's dick throbbed in his pants. After parking and blocking his bobtail truck in the back lot, Ben Davis checked in with the warehouse manager before making his way to the front offices. He walked with a quick pace, acknowledging with a nod or perhaps a grunt, but not stopping to chat with any of his co-workers. He had someone he needed to see. He turned the corner and walked towards the row of cubicles. The first corner cubicle used to be Benji's before he was promoted. He couldn't help but remember the time he used to spend in there, back before they were together. The younger man had such a sweet voice and was so damn cute, Ben could stand there for hours listening to him and watching him. Back then, he was scared to approach Benji, afraid of the shy little man's rejection. But he defended him, with fists if necessary, against anyone who spoke bad about the boy behind his back. It was on one of those occasions that Benji first began to really notice Ben. Ben had had enough of Carl's mouth after he started teasing the boy. He knocked the fucker right on his ass, right there in the breakroom. Ben would never forget the grateful smile that Benji gave him, so bashful and so sweet. After that, Ben would catch the nervous little guy smiling and looking at him. Ben worked up the nerve to finally ask him out and the rest is history. Ben couldn't help but smirk as he approached the cubicle, now occupied by former forklift operator turned dispatcher, Steve. He turned and walked past until he got to the last office on the right. The door was open, and the plaque on the door read "Benji Carter, Assistant Manager, Logistics". Ben leaned in the doorway and smiled at the sight. His boyfriend was sitting at his desk staring at his computer screen. Ben could see the swirling lights from the monitor reflected in Benji's hazel eyes. Benji's blond hair was styled neat and short, parted on the right side. His bangs swooped across his forehead, landing just above his thin brows. Ben watched him rap his fingers nervously on the desktop while he worried his bottom lip with his teeth. Though he couldn't see it, he knew that Benji's foot was also tapping a quick rhythm on the floor. No doubt his baby was wound up, eagerly awaiting his return. Ben's cock started to harden in his jeans as he stared at that red lip trapped between his teeth. He knew damn well how good those lips felt against his. How good they felt around his cock... After Ben spoke, Benji looked up and a grin quickly spread across his face. As Ben kicked the door shut with his foot, Benji jumped up from the desk and Ben swept up the little man in his arms and gave him a kiss. Slow and sexy, with lots of tongue. Benji whimpered against Ben's insistent mouth and tongue, not caring one bit that they were at work, where anyone could walk in and see them. At only five-feet-seven, Benji was nearly a foot shorter than Ben and was half his weight, but when they came together like this, they fit perfectly as far as Ben was concerned. The only time they fit better was when Benji was on his back and Ben was on top of him, between his legs. If Ben had his way, they would be in that position as soon as possible. "You almost done with work, baby?" Ben growled into Benji's ear before nipping a trail down Benji's neck with his teeth. Benji looked up at the clock on the wall. 3:45. Fifteen minutes is close enough. "Yeah," he replied between breaths. "I can be done." "Good. 'Cause I got something I wanna show you." Benji closed his eyes and shuddered once more. When Ben's voice got all deep and growly like that, it made him weak in the knees. He had a really good idea what Ben wanted to show him. In fact, he could feel it pressing into his stomach at this very moment. Color rose up on Benji's cheeks. He knew damn well that whatever his Ben asked him for, he would give. Willingly and eagerly. Ben watched Benji shut down his computer. His cock throbbed in his jeans as he watched his little man bend over his desk and lock the drawers. As he openly drooled at the site of Benji's tight, round ass cheeks, he pressed the heel of his hand against his straining erection. He had gone far too many days without sex with his baby. He was about to fix that. In just a few short months, Benji had become his world. He couldn't imagine life without the cute little man. Ben knew that Benji was special. Benji loved him unconditionally for all of his faults, even though he was gruff and rough and unpolished. Even though he talked with his mouth full. Even though he couldn't eat a meal without getting food on his face or on his shirt. Even though he would get raging, fighting mad if anyone looked at Benji wrong. Even though he carried the possessive caveman thing too far sometimes. Even though he wasn't the most good-looking guy in the world. But Benji made him feel like a god. One smile from Benji and Ben felt like the king of the fucking world. Benji shut and locked his office door. Ben was standing behind him, so close that he could feel the warm heat of his body. The musky smell of Ben's sweaty underarms hit Benji's nose and Benji thought his legs might just crumble underneath him. Something about Ben's smells made him so hot and needy. He held his messenger bag in front of his crotch, hoping that no one would see the evidence of his desire for his big Ben. He could already feel a wet spot forming straight through his khakis. It had been days since he and Ben had made love and he was so ready. Before he met Ben, Benji never thought of himself as a sexual creature, but when he was around Ben, it was like he always wanted. Always needed. All Ben had to do was look at Benji and he felt like he would go up in flames. And then there was his smell, and his touch... Benji bit his lip to hold back a moan that threatened to spill from his lips. On the way out, Benji stopped by his dispatcher's cubicles. Ben waited with hands shoved in his front pockets, hoping that his impatience wasn't written all over his face, while Benji spoke to his team. Steve was sitting on the edge of Mona's desk, quietly discussing weekend plans. Mona was every bit a cougar and she landed an eager young puppy in Steve. "Bye Mona. Bye Steve," Benji said with a wave as he walked up. "Go home. Thanks for all your hard work this week. Have a good weekend." "You, too, sweetie. Have fun tonight you two!" The wink and sing-song quality of Mona's voice let Benji know exactly how Mona thought they were planning on having fun. Benji looked over at his shoulder at Ben and gave him an embarrassed smile. Ben chuckled and put his arm around Benji's shoulder. When they got to the nearly empty parking lot, Ben unclipped his key chain from his belt and unlocked his old pickup truck. He opened the passenger door for Benji, then walked around to the driver's seat. Before slipping into the truck, he remembered to reach under and tug the lever to push the seat back. The last time Benji drove the truck, he had moved the seat up so damned close that Ben about killed himself when he tried to fit into the unexpectedly tight space. Ben looked around the parking lot and seeing that it was nearly deserted, he slid out of the way of the steering wheel. He grabbed Benji by the back of the neck and pulled him close. He ravished his mouth with his tongue until he was about to pass out from lack of breath. Ben decided he couldn't wait the forty minute drive home and he knew that Benji wouldn't say 'no'. Benji never said 'no' and Ben loved that about him. Benji may be shy by nature, but he loved sex with Ben as much as Ben loved sex with Benji. Ben had turned Benji into a needy little slut, but he was Ben's slut, and only Ben's. Ben reached down and unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his jeans. His ten inches of uncut meat popped out and slapped against his belly with an audible smack. Ben put his hand on the back of Benji's neck. "I can't fucking wait 'til we get home. I need you now. Suck me off, baby." Benji let out a whimper as he bent over into Ben's lap. Benji gripped Ben's girthy shaft and slid his hand up and down a few times, watching the thick foreskin slide back and forth across the deeply reddened head. He buried his nose in the overgrown bush of auburn curls at the base of Ben's cock and inhaled deeply. He looked up at Ben and wiped his bottom lip with his fingers. "I'm drooling like a dog," he said with a giggle. He felt Ben's cock jerk at his words as the big man let out a groan and applied downward pressure on his neck. "Suck it." Benji leaned in and swirled his tongue around, cleaning up the sticky and sweet fluid that was leaking out. The sweaty musky scent was strong between Ben's legs and it made Benji's eyes roll back in his head. Benji attacked Ben's cock with his mouth, eagerly swallowing as much as he could. He bobbed his head steadily up and down the hard shaft, sliding and twisting his hand in rhythm, fluttering his tongue around the shaft and swirling it around the head. Ben always told him that he gave the best head he ever had and Benji was going to live up to his reputation. The wet heat of Benji's sucking mouth was just too much for Ben. Five days was just too fucking long to go without one of Benji's blowjobs. The only thing better would be that tight ass of his. Christ, he was going to fuck that hot little ass but good when he got home. Oh yeah, he was going to bareback that little hole, not stopping until he blasted his nut deep inside his boy. Just the thought was enough to trip Ben over the edge. "Too good, baby," Ben groaned. "I'm gonna fucking blow. Here it comes! Aw, fuck! Benji!" Ben gripped the back of Benji's head and bucked his hips up and shot hard into Benji's greedy little mouth. Benji moaned wantonly as he pulled back. He increased the suction on the head and worked the shaft with his hand as he milked every single drop of jizz from Ben's aching balls, not spilling a single precious drop. While Ben recovered from his intense climax, Benji had once again buried his nose in Ben's pubes. He inhaled deeply and let out a whimper. Ben stroked his hand over Benji's soft blond hair and then down his back. Benji's back arched as Ben's fingers came to the swell of Benji's round ass. He slid his hand under the waistband of Benji's pants and let his middle finger slide into the crack. Benji's breathing hitched as Ben neared his target. Ben smiled. He could tell that Benji was so close. It wouldn't take much to send the little man over the edge. "You need to come now, baby?" Ben asked. Benji sat up and nodded frantically. The look in his eyes was desperate and needy. Ben's over-sized fingers scrambled to undo his boy's pants, while Benji grabbed onto Ben's shirt with one hand and the door handle with the other. Ben grabbed the waistband of his boy's briefs and tugged. Benji's hard dick sprang up, slender in girth and average in length, deep red and swollen with need. As soon as Ben's hand brushed against his dick, Benji's body bucked and he cried out as warm spunk shot out all over. Ben quickly wrapped his fingers around the slender rod and stroked him through the rest of his orgasm. Ben couldn't help but chuckle. His baby had a hair-trigger when he got too excited. "I was gonna suck you, but you made a mess all over my truck." "Oh, god," Benji moaned as he bucked his hips up one more time. His body finally started to relax and his fists unballed. "I... Uh..." Ben laughed. "You are so god-damned cute." Benji's mouth fell open and he looked at Ben helplessly, still unable to talk. "Uh..." As Ben looked at Benji, his desire started to heat up. For a split second, he thought about taking Benji right here and now and fucking him through the bench seat. But his baby deserved better than that. Now that they had taken the edge off, he could wait until he got home. Once he got Benji into their bed, he would show his little man how much he was loved. Ben leaned forward and gave Benji a soft kiss on the lips, then on the forehead. He reached behind the seat and grabbed a roll of paper towels. After they cleaned up as best as they could, Ben started the truck and they took off for their home in the 'burbs. "You'll never guess who I saw yesterday," Ben said with a smirk. He stared at the road ahead, his left hand on the steering wheel, his right toying with the hair at the nape of his boy's neck. "Who?" "Joe Boothe." Benji gasped and looked at Ben in shock. "Mr. Boothe? What? Where?" His eyes welled with tears and he started to panic and shake as he remembered how his old boss had forced himself on him in his office after work. He hadn't thought about the bastard in a long time. The memory of being pinned face down on the desk nearly had him hyperventilating. "Hey, hey," Ben said soothingly. He grabbed Benji's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "He's never gonna hurt you again. Didn't I promise you that? Didn't I promise to keep you safe and take care of you?" Ben pulled Benji's hand up to his mouth and gently kissed the knuckles. "Yeah." Benji took a couple of deep breaths and slowly relaxed. "Okay... So...?" "He's driving truck now. Saw him at the Distributed warehouse when I dropped off my load. He turned and ran the other way when he saw me." Ben snickered. "Fucking pussy." Benji looked over at his man. Ben stared ahead at the road, but he had a smug little smile on his face. Benji would never forget what Ben had done for him. Ben beat the shit out of Boothe, making sure the foul man would never yell at him, and never touch him, ever again. It wasn't long after that he suddenly left the company. Benji had asked about Boothe's firing a couple of times and Ben always changed the subject. "Ben?" "Hmm?" "Did you have any thing to do with Mr. Boothe getting fired?" "Well... let's just say a little birdie dropped off an envelope in Ace's mailbox with evidence that Boothe was fudging the sheets and figures, padding his quarterly bonus." "I knew it was you." "Wasn't me. It was a little birdie." Ben's grin widened. Benji reached over and grabbed his hand and held it the entire way home. *** When the couple walked into the kitchen from the garage, their little dog lost his mind when he saw Ben. Toby yipped, then jumped up onto Ben, his front paws on his thighs while he hopped up and down on his hind legs. "You miss daddy?" Ben asked as he rubbed and scratched under the miniature schnauzer's white beard and then over the top of his floppy ears. Toby yapped again and ran circles around Ben, so happy to see his daddy. Toby suddenly ran to the back door and slipped through the doggy door. While Ben peeked into the back yard to look after the dog, Benji filled up the doggy food and water bowls. "Whew, I need a shower," Ben said with a grimace as he got a whiff of his damp armpit. He pulled off his big cowboy boots and set them down by the back door. Benji gave him a sly smile. "I'm a little sticky myself. Want some help?" Ben crooked his finger and Benji eagerly followed him into their master bedroom. As soon as Ben saw the bed, he growled. There was an indentation on top of the comforter that looked to be exactly the size of a certain Schnauzer. Benji knew better than to let Toby on their bed, but he also knew that Benji got lonely when Ben was on the road. He was usually better about not getting caught, though. Benji swept past Ben and smoothed out the blankets and turned around to give Ben a sheepish grin. "I was so lonely without you," he said. He smiled sadly at Ben and blinked his eyes. "Don't give me that pitiful puppy dog face," Ben grumbled. He pulled off his t-shirt and turned and walked into their en-suite bath. If he stuck around, Benji's puppy dog face would melt him into a puddle. While Ben adjusted the shower knobs to get the temperature right, Benji came up behind him. He wrapped his arms around Ben and rested his head against the bigger man's back. "I missed you, Ben," he whispered as he rubbed his hands over Ben's hairy chest and stomach. "I'm so glad you're home. I love you." *** Benji spotted Brandon right away and waved. Ben's older brother looked up from his menu and smiled. Benji was always excited about Sunday lunch with his boyfriend's brother. They always had a good time eating and laughing. It was the perfect way to prepare for their weekly visit to their mother at the home, which was always hard on everybody. Benji grinned back and waved happily at the big mountain of a man as he and Ben made their way to the table. Brandon stood as they reached the table. Benji looked up at him, amazed that he was even bigger than Ben. He was an inch taller and a few pounds heavier, but he carried the weight well for a man his size. And with the beard, it gave him a definite "bear" look. "Hi, Brandon," Benji said as Brandon grabbed him in a big bear hug. He squeezed him tight and lifted the little man's feet off the ground. Brandon treated Benji like family, always joking and teasing, and Benji loved him as if he was his own brother and the feeling was mutual. "How's it going, little bro?" he asked as he rubbed the top of his head. "Good, big daddy," he joked back. Brandon laughed, then shook Ben's hand and smacked him on the back. "Hey, brother." Benji sat down and picked up his menu. They all knew the menu by heart, but Benji still liked to browse. Ben didn't need to look at the menu. He always got the same thing when they came here. "How's it going, Bran?" Ben asked. "Good. No complaints here. Help yourself to the nachos," Brandon said as he scooped up a cheesy chip from the plate in the middle of the table. "Mmm," Benji hummed as he picked up a chip, making sure to shake off the jalapeño slice on top. He'd leave those to Brandon and Ben since he didn't care much for spicy food. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 01 "How's your love life?" Ben asked his brother, hoping for one of his infamous juicy stories. "Seeing anyone?" "Yeah, the business is doing good," Brandon replied, ignoring his brother's question with a smirk. "Walker just bought a fixer-upper on auction. We're gonna try to flip it. After we see mom, I'm heading over there to look at it." "You haven't seen it yet?" Benji asked, surprised. "Nope. Walker said it was a good deal. I trust him, or he wouldn't be my business partner." "You've known him since the service, right?" Ben asked as he chewed on a nacho chip. Benji cleared his throat and pointed to his chin. Ben looked down at Benji and slid his tongue under his bottom lip. Benji laughed and shook his head. Ben reached up and wiped the stray blob of cheddar and sour cream from his chin. He looked at it with a frown and then pushed his messy finger into Benji's face. Benji laughed and dodged the finger, but Ben was laughing and just kept poking, trying to get Benji's nose. Benji suddenly grabbed Ben's hand and sucked the finger into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he slowly pulled it out. Brandon about spewed beer all over the table, shocked at the sight. "Fuck me," he groaned as he stared wide-eyed, running the back of his sleeve across his beer-soaked chin. Benji wiped his mouth with his napkin and snickered. "I got something I want to show you in the bathroom," Ben said, his voice deep and throaty, his eyes narrowed to slits. Benji didn't miss Ben's hand discreetly kneading his bulging crotch under the table. He shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. "No way. If you think I'm falling for that one again... You already got us kicked out of my favorite restaurant. I thought I would die of embarrassment. I can't show my face there ever again!" Ben actually looked like he was blushing and Brandon slapped his hand on this thigh and laughed until tears streamed down his cheeks and his gut ached. After finishing lunch, Ben had to use the bathroom and told Benji to wait by the truck. Brandon snickered as he and Benji walked out of the restaurant together. "That cheese must have run right through him." Benji leaned against Brandon's enormous pickup truck and looked up at the older man. Brandon pulled a lighter and a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and packed them against his hand. "You should quit, you know," Benji said. "I know," Brandon acknowledged. He shoved the pack back into his jacket. He had tried to quit so many times before, but something would stress him out and he'd start back up again. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, where a knot of pain had settled. "You haven't been over in like three weeks, Bran. We miss having you around." Brandon shrugged. "I've been busy with work and all. Besides the remodeling, we're trying to get into flipping..." "Yeah. It's just... Ben misses you. And I miss you, too." Benji looked up at the big guy. He knew that he was giving him the 'puppy dog face', but he couldn't help it. He had come to think of Brandon as his big brother and lately he seemed distracted and stressed out and was always too busy to come over to hang out. He had grown used to seeing Brandon two or three times a week. Brandon sighed and grabbed Benji's arm and pulled him close. The big man wrapped his arms around Benji and gave him a tight hug. "I'll try harder to make time for you guys. You know you and Ben are my favoritest people in the world." Benji leaned his head on Brandon's chest and let out sigh. "Good." Benji felt a growing pressure against his stomach. When he realized what it was, he gasped and stepped back, unable to look Brandon in the eye. A quick glance at Brandon's crotch verified it and Benji couldn't tear his eyes away fast enough. "Sorry," Brandon mumbled as he shoved his fists into his front pockets and took a step backwards. *** Brandon Davis entered the address of the house flip into his GPS and put his truck into gear. He couldn't believe that he got a fucking boner while hugging Benji. The little man had been totally mortified. Things were awkward for a few moments, but by the time they got to the nursing home, it seemed like things were mostly okay and Brandon's gaffe was somewhat forgotten, but Brandon could tell that Benji was a little more reserved and slightly nervous around him. He just prayed that he didn't say anything to Ben. He wasn't looking forward to having to explain to his brother why he was pressing his cock against his boyfriend. On the bright side, their Mom had a good day today. Brandon hated seeing his mom in the home. But with the Alzheimer's getting worse and worse, he and Ben just couldn't handle taking care of her. She needed full time help. It killed him and his brother to do it, but it was for the best. Brandon was grateful for today. Mom not only remember him, but she remembered both Ben and Benji as well. A lot of times she wouldn't know who Benji was or she'd be unintentionally cruel to him, but they all knew that she didn't mean it. Though Benji knew that she wasn't herself during those times, the words still hurt. Brandon hated to see the little guy in pain, almost as much as Ben did. It wasn't that Brandon wanted Benji. He liked the idea of Benji more than anything. Ben was so happy and that made Brandon happy. Ben spent most of his life alone and miserable, no one seeing him for the good man that he was. He deserved someone like Benji, who saw what a good person he was on the inside and loved him unconditionally, faults and all. That he got a boner while hugging the little guy made him feel like the biggest fucking heel in the world. Still... even Brandon admitted to himself that there was something about Benji. He was so damned cute, so quiet and shy. And from what Ben told him, he was simply out of this world in the sack, all traces of shyness gone once they were in bed together. But more than that, he was so loving and devoted to Ben. That's what Brandon wanted. Someone like that. But a girl. Definitely a girl. Brandon was married once. The marriage didn't last and the divorce was ugly. His ex-wife Ginny was a selfish cow. Brandon didn't normally reminisce on their years together and he wasn't going to start now. The next time Brandon got involved with someone, it would be someone like Benji. But not a guy. Brandon didn't go for dudes. He was straight. That buddy of his in the Army didn't count. It was the circumstances of the situation. Besides, it was just a blowjob. Okay, it was a bunch of blowjobs. But his buddy was doing the sucking, not Brandon. So it didn't count. That last time they were together before he was transferred, Brandon gave him a handjob. But that didn't count either. It was just a guy thing. All guys do stuff like that when they're young and horny. When the GPS announced that Brandon arrived at his destination, he was surprised. He was so lost in thought that he drove the twenty minutes without even remembering how he got there. When he looked up at the house, he cursed under his breath. He double-checked the address. "Fuck." The place looked like something straight out of a 50's horror movie. The ranch home was clearly abandoned and in disrepair. The front yard was completely overgrown, more weeds than grass. The sides and back weren't even sodded, just dirt with patches of weeds. The garage door was falling off its hinges. On the plus side, it was a good sized home on a nice plot of land, at the end of a dead-end street with lots of space between its closest neighbor. But it was definitely going to be more work than they planned or budgeted. He let the diesel engine of his F-250 rumble idle and turned the radio down. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Walker Adams on speed dial. It went right to voice mail. After the beep, Brandon cut right to the chase: "This place is a fucking piece of shit, Walker. I'm gonna fucking kill you when I see you in the morning." Brandon pressed the end button on the phone and tossed it onto the passenger's seat. He shut off the engine and opened the door and hopped down onto the ground. At six-foot-seven and 320 pounds, Brandon Davis was an intimidating figure. He definitely planned on using that intimidation when he saw his business partner the next day. He scratched his fingers through the beard growing on his face. The dark auburn hair was nice and thick, unlike the hair on the crown of his head. Even though he'd been out of the service for 12 years, he still kept his hair cut in military standard. He reached up and pulled the old Browning ball cap off his head, scrubbed his hand over his head and down his face. He replaced the ball cap, then slid his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. He shook one out and cupping his hand over the end, lit it. He inhaled the smoke deep into his lungs and felt himself relaxing a little as the nicotine ran through him. He rolled his head on his neck until he felt the satisfying pops. He grabbed a pen, clipboard and measuring tape from the truck's lock box and started to take notes. The front porch looked like it was about to fall down from wood rot and the grass had completely overgrown the sidewalk. Brandon didn't feel like wading through thigh-high weeds or having his big ass fall through the porch. The back door looked to be the best option for entering the place. When he got to the back of the house, Brandon took one last drag of his smoke and then dropped the butt on the ground and stomped it out with his size fourteen steel-toe. He stepped towards the crumbling concrete steps that led to the back door and froze when the sudden odor of shit assaulted his nose. He looked down and lifted his foot. "Motherfucker!" He looked around and noted the little piles that littered the back yard, some of them looking a little too fresh. He walked over to the faucet next to the back door and turned the handle, relieved when water poured out. He lifted his boot under the stream and tried to clean it as best as he could with the water while scraping it against the home's concrete foundation. He shut the water off, and stepped up to the back door. The doggy door caught his eye and when he kicked it, it swung open freely. "A-ha. Got you, you little shit." He went to unlock the door with the keys that Walker gave him, but it was already unlocked. He pushed open the door and found himself in the kitchen. He tried the light switch next to the door a couple times, but there was no electricity. That should get switched over in the next couple days or so. Hopefully before next Monday when they were supposed to start demolition. They would need power to run their tools. The kitchen was a little musty, but not too bad. There were no appliances and the cabinets were shit. Of course it would all need to be gutted and modernized. Brandon made some notes and took some measurements, then made his way further into the house. As he walked into the living room, he noted that the house wasn't as bad as he thought, at least from the inside. It had a nice layout and even though it was abandoned due to foreclosure, it was in reasonably good shape. The outside was completely fucked up, though. It had no curb appeal whatsoever. Yip! Brandon jumped and spun around, startled by the sudden noise. He looked down to see a yappy little mutt glaring at him. It looked like somebody's science experiment gone wrong. Definitely a chihuahua, and some other mutt mixed together. The ugly little dog growled, showing off his sharp little teeth, and then barked again, trying to do his best demon dog impersonation. Brandon was not having that bullshit. "Listen here, you little squatter," Brandon growled back. "This is my fucking house. Not yours. I'm the big dog 'round here. And you... Well, you are outta here." The dog stepped back and sat down on its butt. It cocked its head to the side like it was listening to Brandon. Brandon lifted his boot. "You see that? That's your shit. I outta rub your nose in it..." Brandon shook his head, wondering why he was talking to a fucking dog. He went through the rest of the ranch-style house, making notes as he went along. The little shit followed him the whole time, cautious, but no longer barking or growling. When Brandon stepped into the master bedroom, he was surprised to see a mattress. The bare full-sized mattress sat on the ground and had several blankets on it, the only piece of furniture in the whole house. Brandon looked down at the dog. "This where you sleep?" The dog bounded over to the bed and sat down on one end and laid its head down on its front paws. Brandon kicked his foot at a couple of black garbage bags. They looked like they were filled with clothes. They'd get rid of this stuff during demo. He was just grateful that this was all there was. It would save them at least one roll-off container. He peeked his head in the master bath and noted that it would need to be completely gutted. He turned and headed for the back door, the little dog hot on his heels. The dog rushed around his legs and dashed through the doggy door. Brandon chuckled. "Oh yeah, well, I got you now, you little shit." Brandon squatted down and looked for a way to block the door. He noticed the door's locking mechanism and reached for the latch. He hesitated for a moment and then jumped when the door pushed open and the little dog bounded back through. It looked up at Brandon and blinked and wagged its tail. Brandon stood up to his full height and looked down at the dog and let out a sigh. "Yeah, well, I guess you can stick around for a few more days until we start demo. At least you're keeping the rats and shit away. But after that, it's off to the pound." *** Brandon pulled into the parking lot in front of the Davis & Adams Remodeling business office. His friend and business partner, Walker Adams, was standing in front of the window having a smoke. The lean, wiry man was in good shape for his age, except for a little bulge around the middle. He enjoyed a few too many beers in front of the TV each weekend, not that Brandon had any room to talk. When Walker saw Brandon get out of the truck, his eyes widened and he flicked his smoke onto the pavement and hurried inside the office. Brandon growled and narrowed his eyes at his friend's retreating back. Pussy. "What's up?" Walker asked as Brandon sat down in front of his desk. "You know damn well what's up. You were supposed to find a cheap and easy remodel for our first flip. We're trying to grow the business, not tank it." Neither of them said it out loud, but with the economy in the tank, their remodeling business had slowed way down. Flipping broke-down houses was a huge risk in today's market. Most frustrating for Brandon was that while he stressed over it, Walker seemed to take it in stride. "Man, it was a fucking steal, though. I got it for a quarter of the value. We'll make a profit no matter how much we put into it. Stop worrying about everything all the time. Christ, you're gonna give yourself a fucking ulcer." "Did you even see the place before you bid on it?" Brandon asked as he rubbed the knot on the back of his neck. He rolled his head back and forth until his neck cracked with a series of snaps. "No. But I got a flyer," he said. He pulled out a sheet of paper with pretty pictures, likely from an attempted sale before it fell under foreclosure. "How bad can it be?" "Well, I'm sure it looked like that before Norman Bates took it over and rented it out to the Munsters." Walker burst out laughing and Brandon couldn't help but laugh with him. Walker shook his head at his friend. "I'll have Jess go over there first thing today to draw up the plans." Walker cleared his throat and Brandon swore his cheeks started to flush. Brandon smirked to himself. Walker had the hots for the young architect they sub-contracted to, but for some reason was too chicken shit to ask her out, even though it was apparent that she was interested. "Good. I want to get the permits finalized and start demo next week. And ask the woman out already, you pussy." *** As Brandon sat down on the couch, Toby jumped up and laid his head on his lap. Brandon reached down and scratched at the little Schnauzer's neck. This is what a dog was supposed to look like. Toby was just too cute. That ugly little thing over at the flip house was just not right. Benji held out a bottle of Bud Light to him, and Brandon took it and tipped his head back and drank a long pull. "Thanks, little bro." "You're welcome," Benji replied. He cleared his throat nervously and then sat down on the other end of the couch as far away from Brandon as he could, without trying to be obvious about, or so he thought. "Ben should be back any minute." Brandon nodded and took another drink of his beer. He kept his eyes on the ground as he quietly spoke, "Benji... About yesterday—" Benji shook his head. "It's okay." "No. I just wanted you to know that I'm not— I wasn't trying to hit on you... It's just that..." He let out a sigh and glanced over at Benji. The little man had his hands in his lap and was wringing his fingers. Brandon knew he had to get this out and do it right. He couldn't have the little guy be scared or nervous around him. That would just kill him. "It's been a long time," he said quietly. Benji looked up at Brandon, surprise clearly written across his face. "Oh. I thought..." "No. I haven't really been with anyone since my ex-wife. I make up shit for Ben's sake. It's better if he thinks I'm some kind of pussy hound." Benji cringed at the vulgar word and Brandon couldn't help but smirk. "Then he won't worry about me. So when you held me like that... Well, it made me feel..." Brandon rubbed a hand over the stubble of his crew cut, trying to come up with the right word... "Horny?" Benji offered. "No. Well, maybe a little. I was thinking more like... special." "Oh." Benji gave Brandon a genuine smile for the first time since he arrived. Benji slid closer and Brandon felt the stress leave his shoulders. "I understand, Brandon. You are special. You're a really nice guy. Any woman would be lucky to have a guy like you." "Yeah? You think?" "I know," he said. He pressed his index finger into the middle of Brandon's chest. "Under all that gruffness is a sweet guy who's loyal and protective and loving. You've got a big heart." "What makes you so sure? I can be a mean bastard." "Because you're my Ben's best friend and you helped raise him and make him the man he is. He's wonderful because you are." "Delivery!" Brandon was relieved to hear Ben's voice as he walked through the front door. The conversation was getting too intense. But Benji was back to his normal self, smiling and not afraid to come near Brandon, so it was worth it. And spending time with his brothers was better than sitting home alone. *** Brandon looked down at the doggy bag that Benji gave him. It was literally a doggy bag. While playing with Toby, Brandon thought about the ugly little mutt at the flip house and asked for a bit of Toby's food. Benji just about burst into tears at Brandon's gesture. "See, I told you," he had said. "You have a big heart. Not everyone would feed a stray mutt. You should take him home with you." "Fuck that!" he had replied, nearly choking, making Benji descend into a giggle fit. He pulled into the driveway of the flip and shut off the engine. He grabbed the ziploc baggie filled with kibbles and walked around to the back door, making sure to avoid any landmines left by the little squatter. Brandon noted that the electricity had been turned over, since he could see light spilling out of one of the windows. Someone must have left the bathroom light on. Brandon opened the back door and made his way into the house. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 01 He expected little ugly to come running as soon as he walked in. Brandon whistled and he heard the pattering of the little dog's feet. When he saw Brandon, he yipped softly and wagged his tail. "Hey there, little ugly. I brought you some food. Don't say I never done nothing for ya." Brandon shook the baggie of kibbles and the little dog yipped and ran out of the room. "Come back here." Brandon followed the dog into the living room, who padded down the hallway towards the bedrooms. When the pup got to the master bedroom he stopped and looked back at Brandon and then ran inside. Brandon followed him down the hall and froze when he stepped into the room. Something was different. The bathroom door was open and the light from the vanity overheads spilled into the bedroom. The little dog was standing in the middle of the room wagging its tail back and forth as if he was pleased with himself. He barked again. A soft voice called out from the bathroom, "What is it, boy?" A skinny young man walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. When he saw Brandon, he gasped and covered his chest with an arm, while the other clutched at the towel. Brandon dropped the dog food and raised his fists as he took a step closer. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?!" *** The boy's eyes widened and he pressed his back against the wall, scooting into the corner, trying to get away from Brandon. He had never seen a man so large. The guy was a freaking mountain. And he looked beyond pissed. He had had his share of ass-kickings back in school and it was an experience that he wasn't looking to re-live. He was positive that he wasn't going to get out of this in one piece. Brandon stepped closer and stared down at the delicate little man, shaking in his skin. Brandon knew he was scaring the boy, but he didn't care. "I asked you a question." "I-I-I... I didn't think anyone was living here; I thought it was abandoned. I'm sorry." "How long have you been squatting here?" "Um.... three months or so, I guess?" Brandon looked the boy up and down. He couldn't be any taller than Benji, and actually looked shorter, which would put him around five-five or five-six maybe? He was a skinny little thing, but looked like he was at least getting enough to eat. He had long, black hair, which was hanging wet, down past his shoulders. His chocolate brown eyes were wide open and frantically searching around the room, probably looking for an escape. Looking closer at his face, Brandon guessed that maybe he was Chinese or something. Yeah, somewhere in Asia, he decided. The boy clearly wasn't going to hurt Brandon. He was a little weakling, 98 pounds wet. And it's not like he was concealing a weapon under that towel. From the looks of it, he didn't have much of anything under that towel. Brandon relaxed his stance and took a couple of steps back. "Is that dog food?" the boy asked, nodding towards the plastic baggie at Brandon's feet. "Yeah." He looked down at the baggie and then back up at Brandon. The surprise was written all over his face. "You brought Ricky food?" At hearing his name, the little ugly dog turned and yipped at his owner and wagged his tail. Brandon picked up the baggie and held it out. The boy slowly leaned forward, quickly grabbed the bag and pulled back against the wall. He looked down at the garbage bags, then back up at Brandon, not quite meeting his eyes. "Can I get dressed?" "Yeah." Brandon stepped back and the kid slid along the wall to the garbage bags. "Can you turn around please?" Brandon snorted and turned his back. As if that man had anything of interest. But then maybe he was just using it as an excuse to get him to look away while he grabbed a knife or a gun or something. Brandon turned his head to see the boy drop the towel. He bent over into the garbage bag and pulled out a pair of track pants. Brandon subconsciously licked his lips as he stared at the round swell of perfect ass cheeks. Fuck, his ass was smoother and sexier than any girl's he had ever seen. And bent over like that... God damn, the thoughts that ran through Brandon's head. As the boy stepped into the pants, his head swiveled back and looked Brandon in the eye. Brandon quickly looked away, uncomfortable about being caught staring. He shifted from foot to foot and reached between his legs. He cupped his crotch and hefted his cock and pressed it down with his thumb, totally shocked to feel that it was on its way to becoming rock hard. A soft "Okay" from the boy had Brandon jerking his hand away from his crotch. When Brandon turned around, the boy was dressed in a t-shirt, lounge pants and white socks. He grabbed onto his left elbow with his right hand and rubbed the top of his foot with the toes on his other. He looked scared and vulnerable and Brandon decided to back off just a little bit. "What's your name, kid?" Brandon asked. "Lonnie. What's yours?" He tilted his head slightly and pushed his hair behind his ear. "What are you doing here, Lonnie?" he asked, ignoring Lonnie's question. "I... I'm just going through a hard time right now. I swear, I didn't know anyone owned this place. I thought the bank took it or something. I wasn't planning on staying permanently, just until I saved enough to get back on my feet." "And what did you think when the electricity magically came on today?" "Um... That I was lucky to maybe get a hot shower for once?" He laughed nervously, then apologized. "Sorry..." He brought his hand up to his mouth and began to chew on his thumbnail. He had his head ducked slightly and he looked up at Brandon through the bangs that fell across his brow. Brandon wasn't laughing. Fuck, the boy was cute. Too bad he wasn't a girl. "You can't stay here. My company's coming in to renovate the house and we're gutting the place on Monday. It's not safe. Come on. Get your shit." "Oh. Sure. Of course." Brandon ignored the tears that welled up in Lonnie's eyes as he gathered up his bags. He watched the boy scoop up the blankets from the mattress and dump them into the garbage bag he was holding, along with a flashlight and some other things laying by the makeshift bed. Brandon ignored the voice in his head that was telling him that it was wrong to just throw the poor boy onto the street like yesterday's garbage. Brandon told himself that this wasn't a boy; he was a man. And that meant that Lonnie was old enough to make his own decisions and live with the consequences. None of that was Brandon's business or his concern. He picked up the baggie of dog food and dropped it into one of the garbage bags and picked it up. After Lonnie threw on a hooded sweatshirt and put on a pair of ratty sneakers, Brandon walked the young man to the back door and gave him the garbage bag. "Ricky, come on boy," Lonnie called. Ricky barked and ran out the door after him. Brandon locked the door behind them, following them around the side of the house to the driveway. He watched Lonnie and Ricky walk ahead of him. The voice in his head started to get louder, calling him an 'uncaring asshole'. He pulled out his smokes and lit one and stood by and watched Lonnie carry his garbage bags down the driveway to the street. Ricky stopped at the end of the driveway and looked at Brandon. He barked and then looked at Lonnie, who was heading down the street towards town. Ricky looked back at Brandon once more, then took off after Lonnie. By the time Brandon took the last drag of his smoke, Lonnie could no longer be seen. Brandon dropped his cigarette butt, crushed it under his steel-toed boot, got into his truck and pulled out of the driveway and headed for home. He didn't think about Lonnie or his perfect ass not even once during the drive home. No, he certainly didn't think about Lonnie when he reached between his legs and squeezed the rock hard cock that was threatening to burst through his jeans. And when he got home and jerked off in the shower like he did every night, it sure as hell wasn't going to be Lonnie that he'd be fantasizing about. *** After thinking about it all day, Brandon was starting to get more and more pissed off. When he found Lonnie squatting at the house last night, he left way too easy. The little shit and his ugly little dog were probably right back there right now. There was no way in hell Brandon was going to stand for that bullshit! It was well after dark when Brandon pulled into the driveway of the house. He hoped the rumbling diesel engine wasn't too loud. He quietly made his way to the back door and found it to be locked. He noticed the light coming from the bathroom window, which was cracked open. Brandon shook his head. The little sneak climbed in through the window! Brandon shook his head and his face grew hot as his anger soared. He should have checked the locks on the windows. Hell, he should just call the cops right now and let them deal with it. He quietly unlocked the back door and crept inside, carefully closing the door behind him. When he got to the bedroom, he froze in his tracks. The master bathroom light was on and the door was closed enough so that the light illuminated the bed with a soft glow. Lonnie was laying on the mattress curled up on his side, asleep. His hands were folded underneath his cheek. His long black hair framed his face. Jesus, he was fucking beautiful. Ricky was laying at the foot of the bed and he perked his head up when he saw Brandon. His tail started wagging a mile a minute. When he yipped happily, Lonnie's eyes opened. When Lonnie saw Brandon, he gasped and scrambled back against the wall. "You— I... I'm..." "I thought I told you to leave," Brandon said. In the back of his mind, he noted that his voice wasn't as forceful as he intended it to be. "I don't have anywhere else to go." "You can't stay here, kid. I told you. We start demo on Monday." "If you just let me stay until then, I promise I'll find somewhere else by then. I promise. Just give me five days." When Brandon didn't immediately respond, Lonnie took that as a good sign. "Me and Ricky can watch over the place for you, make sure no one breaks in." Brandon gave him a sarcastic glare. "Yeah. With you and little ugly on the job, I got nothing to worry about." Lonnie's voice dropped down to a whisper. "Just give me a break. Please." The pouty look that Lonnie gave him reminded Brandon of Benji. Brandon let out a soft sigh. "All right. Five days." "Thank you so much," he said with a breath of relief, "um..." "Brandon." "Brandon," Lonnie repeated. He brushed his bangs back and gave Brandon a bashful smile. Ignoring the strange flutter in his chest, Brandon nodded and turned on his heel and quickly left the house. *** Brandon pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. Closing his eyes, he took a deep and breath let it out. Fuck. He started the truck back up and put it into reverse. Fuck! Brandon slammed both of his palms on the steering wheel. He didn't know what the fuck he was doing, or why he even gave a shit. He put the gear back into park and cut the engine. He grabbed the bag of sandwiches and walked around to the back door. He started to knock, but then caught himself. This was his fucking house. Why the hell should he knock? "Lonnie?" he called out as he shut the door behind him. "Brandon? Is that you? We're back here," came the reply from a distance. Brandon walked back to the bedroom. Lonnie was sitting on the mattress in a pair of pajama pants and a ratty old t-shirt. He was using the bathroom light to light up the room. When he saw Brandon walk in, he set down the paperback book he was reading, lifted his head and gave him a shy smile. "Hi." Brandon suddenly felt like an idiot. What the hell was he doing here? Right. He lifted the bag. "I brought you something to eat." "Really?" "Yeah. I didn't know if you had anything..." "Oh. Yeah. I work at that taco place on the corner, so I get to eat there. One free meal each shift." He said it with a smile, like it was a good thing. Brandon frowned. Hell, he ate three squares a day and could probably pack in more without trying. Those shitty little tacos were not a meal. No wonder Lonnie was so damned skinny. Brandon held out the bag and Lonnie got up and took it from him. He sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him. Brandon paused for a moment, then sat down next to the young man where he indicated. It was awfully close, but Brandon made no effort to move away. He pulled off his ball cap and set it down on the bed next to him, and ran his fingers over his close cropped hair. Lonnie flashed him a warm smile. Brandon's eyes were immediately drawn to the dimples on each of his cheeks, then back to the brown eyes framed with long, dark lashes. Then he noticed the little brown freckles that ran across the bridge of his cute little nose. Brandon couldn't help but smile back. Looking at Lonnie in the soft light, he suddenly realized how young he was. Brandon was 36 years old and Lonnie couldn't have been more than 25. He wondered how the beautiful boy could have gotten into a situation like this. Wait, he wasn't beautiful. He was a dude. Dudes can't be beautiful. But if they could... Now that Brandon was sitting closer, he noticed that maybe Lonnie wasn't Asian after all. I mean, he didn't even have a funny accent or anything like that. Lonnie looked up at Brandon and saw the scowl he normally wore had softened into something close to a smile. His green eyes were just amazing, big and bright, staring right into him. Maybe the giant redneck of a man wasn't so scary after all. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he oozed masculinity, and that was very appealing to Lonnie. Lonnie's eyes drifted up and down. Brandon was so big and tall, wide and husky. He had a musky smell masked with a hint of cigarette smoke. He wore a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his forearms were covered in curly hair, the same color as the beard on his face, a deep rich auburn color. His beard was thick and full, but not long. Lonnie's eyes slid down to the hollow of Brandon's neck. Tufts of that same hair spilled over the top of the wifebeater underneath his flannel shirt. Geez, he was hairy. He reminded Lonnie of how he imagined a lumberjack would be like. Lonnie had never been with a bear before. His ex was tall and thin. Lonnie wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone like Brandon. And the way Brandon was looking at him, he might have a good chance of finding out. If they did it, Lonnie would make sure that Brandon knew it was because he wanted to, not because he was letting him stay the week or because he had brought him food. He may be living out on the streets, but he was proud that he hadn't needed to sell his body. When Lonnie was kicked out of his house, none of his so-called friends even offered so much as a couch. Lonnie didn't have much pride left by that point, but he sure wasn't about to beg for a floor to sleep on. But here was Brandon. A perfect stranger who had every right to kick his ass or call the cops, and here he was, concerned about him, and bringing him food. It felt really nice. The little man opened the bag and pulled out two foot-long sandwiches. "They're the same," Brandon said. His voice cracked when he started to speak for some reason. He cleared it a couple of times. "I didn't know what you liked, so you get what I like. There's some cokes and chips, too." "Thanks," Lonnie whispered. "This is really nice of you. Thank you again." Brandon ignored the quiver in Lonnie's voice and pretended like he didn't see his eyes suddenly turn glassy. "Yeah." Ricky came and sat down next to Brandon and looked up at him and licked his chops. "Git!" Brandon said with a wave. "Big daddy doesn't share his food with little uglies." "Big daddy," Lonnie snickered as Ricky ran off and sat down on the other side of Lonnie. "It's a... Nevermind." Brandon didn't need to explain the funny nickname that Benji sometimes used with him. They ate their Italian hoagies in silence for a while, until Brandon couldn't stand it anymore. "What happened to you?" Brandon suddenly asked. "You mean why am I living here?" Lonnie asked. "Yeah. You said you have a job. Why don't you have a place to live?" "It's a long story... A few months ago, my mom returned home to Japan when her mom got sick. She called my dad and he moved back in because she didn't want me alone. She was always a little over-protective. My parents divorced when I was a teen and he moved out, and I didn't really see him very often after that. Our relationship was always... strained... He's this big, tough Irish guy, you know? And I'm not exactly the best at sports and other 'manly' stuff. I was in drama club and choir. I was a disappointment to him." Ah, Brandon nodded to himself. That explains his look. He's only half Japanese, half Irish. 'Mom would love that he's part Irish,' Brandon thought to himself. Where the fuck did that come from? Catching Brandon's look, Lonnie said, "Yeah, I know. You don't know very many Asians named Lonnie O'Reilly, huh?" "No," Brandon said with a snort of laughter. "How old are you?" "I'm 26. I know, I know. Too old to be living at home. I had a messy breakup with my ex and I had to move back in with my mom. Then she left the country." "So why aren't you still living with your dad?" "When he found my porn, he threw me out. I tried living in my car, but it broke down and got towed. I've been saving for a place of my own. This is just temporary. I'm saving for a security deposit." Brandon blinked. "Your dad threw you out because you had porn? All guys have porn." "You know how it is. I guess he was surprised that it was gay porn." "Gay porn? You're gay?" Lonnie knitted his brows together and tilted his head at Brandon. "Yeah. Of course I am. Aren't you?" He said it so matter-of-factly, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Brandon felt like he was smacked upside his head. Brandon quickly pushed up to his feet. "What the fuck! I ain't gay!" "Oh," Lonnie said with surprise. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." Brandon's fists balled up tight, angry that the boy first of all assumed that he was gay and then was actually surprised to hear that he wasn't. "Why the fuck would you think that? You're lucky I'm a nice guy. Anyone else would kick your ass for saying something like that." "You're right. I'm sorry. I thought you liked me... that way." Brandon balked. "Well, I don't!" "I can see that." Lonnie eyes drifted down to Brandon's crotch for just a split second before his lip curled in a little smirk. Brandon almost went ballistic. The little fucker was checking out his meat! What the fuck! Then he realized that his cock was nearly fully hard, creating a large and noticeable bulge in his snug and faded blue jeans pointing towards his hip. He backed up towards the door. "Listen here, cupcake," Brandon growled. Lonnie's mouth fell open at the insult and he was about to retort, but Brandon interrupted. "I ain't no fuckin' fag." His voice got louder and he grew angrier with each second, spittle flying out of his mouth. "You're all coming on to me... sitting all close... with your..." He motioned his hand over Lonnie's body, "...your tight shirt and... long hair... you look like a fucking girl!" Brandon stepped closer and balled his hands into fists. "I outta beat the shit out of you!" Lonnie pushed his hair back behind his ear and swallowed nervously. He pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around his knees. "I said I was sorry," he whispered. The playfulness was gone and he looked genuinely frightened of Brandon as his body started to tremble. Brandon almost apologized. That he was scaring the little man made him sick to his stomach. He pushed it aside and snapped, "You got four days, then I want you out of here." Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 01 Brandon turned and stormed out of the house, slamming the back door behind him. As soon as he got into the truck, he lit up a smoke and dragged in a deep lungful. Not even the nicotine helped to bring down his stress level. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to work out the knot. "Fuck!" he muttered as he put the truck into reverse. He didn't think of Lonnie not even once as he drove home. God damned Lonnie, with his pouty lips and perky ass. As he took another drag of his smoke, he ignored the painful throbbing between his legs and the churning of his stomach. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 02 "Ugh. Be quiet," Benji moaned as he slapped his hand on the buzzing alarm clock. He rolled over and snuggled up to the warmth of Ben's side. He scratched his fingers through the thick auburn colored fur in the middle of Ben's chest. "I wish I had the day off with you." Ben sniffed and cleared his voice, still gruff from sleep. "Well, you're important now, Mr. Assistant Manager. That means Saturday meetings with the big-wigs every quarter." Ben was teasing him and Benji couldn't help but roll his eyes. "I suppose. What are you going to do today while I'm slaving away in a meeting?" "Well, the weather is supposed to be nice today. Now that it's starting to warm up, I'll probably work on the bike. It could use a tune up after sitting in the garage all winter. Probably go for a ride." Benji really pouted now, poking his bottom lip out. "Well, shoot! I haven't ridden with you in forever. So not fair." "Don't worry, baby. You'll get lots of opportunities to ride my hog." Ben wiggled his eyebrows, but Benji wasn't impressed with the innuendo. "Oh, is that what you're calling it now? A 'hog'?" Ben grabbed Benji's hand and pulled it below the blankets and wrapped the slender fingers around his semi-hard bone. "You seemed to enjoy riding it last night," Ben said with a grunt as he rolled and grabbed for Benji. But Benji was too quick. With a short burst of laughter, he jumped out of bed and scurried into the bathroom. "Sorry, gotta go to work," he tossed over his shoulder. Ben chuckled as he got out of bed and stalked after his playful little man into the bathroom. While Benji heated the shower, Ben relieved himself at the toilet. While taking a piss, he picked at the flakes of jizz that had dried in the fur on his chest and stomach. Yes, his baby had definitely enjoyed himself last night. He had ridden Ben's fat hog hard and fast until he screamed in pleasure and sprayed his load all over Ben's body. He looked over at Benji, who was staring at the stream of piss blasting out of his cock. When he realized that he had been caught looking, his cheeks went pink and he jumped into the shower. Ben flushed the toilet and Benji yelped at the sudden temperature change. "Ben!" Ben laughed out loud and followed Benji into the shower. Ben turned them so that Ben's back was to the shower head. Benji reached up and tugged at some of the dried semen in the middle of his chest. "Ow!" Ben said with a jerk as Benji pulled at a hardened blob of spunk and ripped out a couple of chest hairs. Ben reached down and gave Benji's wispy pubes a sharp tug. Benji yelped and jumped back, covering the small patch of blond hair above his penis with both of his hands. "Bully!" "You started it, little man," he said with a snicker, not one bit sorry. "Not on purpose," he said as he snuggled up to Ben. Placing his hands on the bigger man's hips, he leaned up on his tip-toes and pressed a kiss to Ben's lips. Ben's arms surrounded Benji. "I love you, baby." "I love you, too." Ben leaned his head down and gave Benji a tender kiss. Benji sighed when Ben broke the kiss and he laid his head on the fur-covered muscles of Ben's chest. Ben pressed his lips to the top of Benji's head. The pair stood in the warm water, letting it cascade down their bodies, embracing each other in comfortable silence. "Let's get you cleaned up," Benji finally said, patting Ben's chest with his hand. "You're kind of a mess and you smell. Other people might not appreciate it the way I do." After sniffing in a big whiff of Ben's armpit and letting out a happy little moan, Benji grabbed the washcloth and loaded it up with shower gel. Ben let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He relaxed as the warm water streamed over him and his little man washed and scrubbed every inch of his body with the washcloth and his soft, soapy hands. After he was clean, Benji used those glorious hands to rinse all of the soap away. Ben opened his eyes when he finally felt Benji's hands leave his body. "You want me to shave you?" Benji asked, rubbing his fingers over Ben's jaw. The coarse whiskers made a rasping noise. "Mm, yeah. That'd be nice." Benji grabbed the wet/dry razor from the shelf and motioned for Ben to squat down. Ben gripped the sides of the tub as he moved onto his knees. Benji swallowed nervously. The sight of his big, manly boyfriend kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with those sexy green eyes was just too much. His dick was already holding at half-mast and now it surged to full bone and laid rigid against his belly, pointing towards the ceiling. "Can't help it," Benji muttered. Ben smiled and leaned forward and slid his tongue up the length of Benji's dick. Benji gasped and shuddered, leaning a hand on Ben's shoulder for support. "Don't do that while I'm trying to shave you," he warned, squeezing Ben's shoulder tight. Ben kissed the tip of Benji's cock, then leaned back. "I'm all yours," he said with a grin, holding his hands up in surrender. "Yep. All mine." Benji smiled down at Ben, who shot him a wink. Benji clicked on the razor and ran it slowly and carefully over each of Ben's cheeks and down his neck. He popped open the trimmer and took special care around his mustache, carefully sculpting until it was just right. "Oh, god, that's hot," Benji whispered. "You look like Senior from 'American Chopper' now." Benji turned off the razor and set it back on the shelf. Ben ran his hand over his smooth cheeks and smoothed his fingers down the thick horseshoe mustache Benji had carved. "Yeah? That's good?" "Yeah. But you're way sexier than he is." "You think I'm sexy?" "Yeah," Benji said with a pant. "You're a big stud." Benji ran his hand over Ben's short auburn hair. He traced a finger across an eyebrow, pausing at the scar that bisected it. The way Ben looked up at him made his heart soar. Benji felt like he was the only person that mattered in the whole world to Ben. He felt treasured and desired. He felt wanted. Ben's hands slid up his thighs and his eyes took on a darker, more predatory gleam. Ben wanted him. The way his big man looked at him made him feel sexy and it made him horny. He was already down on his knees... Maybe... Benji swallowed visibly and stepped closer to Ben. "Ben, please..." "Please what, baby?" he smirked, knowing what Benji wanted. Benji moved a little closer and rubbed his rock hard dick against Ben's chin, back and forth across the thick whiskers of his 'stache. "Please, Ben," he whispered. Then so quiet, Ben barely registered his next words, "Suck it..." Ben looked up at his younger lover with a raised eyebrow, a little surprised by his boldness. Well, the whispered plea was bold for Benji. Ben grabbed Benji's hips and ran his tongue up the length of Benji's dick, then took him in his mouth. His cheeks hollowed in as he applied tight suction, taking all of Benji's length into his mouth. Benji moaned and trembled as the warm moistness engulfed him. He grabbed onto Ben's shoulders as Ben's head bobbed up and down. He felt the urge to thrust in and out, but Ben's hands held his hips firm, holding him in place, so that Ben and only Ben set the pace. Even on his knees, Ben was in control. Ben was always in control and Benji loved it. He loved when Ben took charge, told him what to do, made him do whatever the big man wanted. It was such a fucking turn on to pleasure Benji. His body was so responsive to every touch of Ben's hands and every flick of Ben's tongue. Ben would have grinned if his mouth wasn't already busy. He slid his right hand around the front of Benji's thigh and slipped it up between his legs. Benji gasped and moaned, spreading his legs further. His little slut apparently wanted more. Ben slowed his assault on Benji's cock as he slipped a finger between Benji's cheeks, seeking out the hidden entrance. He circled around the tightly furled opening, then sunk a thick finger inside. His finger slid easily into the tight opening, still a little relaxed and wet from their middle of the night fuck. Ben's cock lurched and pre-come dribbled down the length as he thought of being buried inside his boy's tight channel. Last night he had filled Benji to overflowing with one of his big loads, just like he did almost every night, and any other time he got the chance. Ben wiggled his finger around and immediately found the target. As he rubbed the rough pad of his finger across the sensitive prostate gland, Benji's cries became frantic and he tried to thrust forward and back into Ben's mouth, just on the brink of shooting. Ben couldn't have that. He needed to be inside his boy when Benji came. His cock ached to be inside Benji's tight little ass, all ten inches buried to the hilt. He pulled his mouth back and pulled his finger free. "No," Benji quivered, trying to grab onto Ben, to pull him back. "Don't stop, please, Ben. I'm so close." "I wanna be inside your ass when you come." Benji drew in a shuddering breath. "Oh god, yes. Inside me. Fill me." Ben stood up and grabbed the bottle of silicone-based lube from the shelf, bought specially for fucking in the shower. He poured some onto his fingers, then all over his cock. He pushed Benji against the back wall of the shower and pressed his slick hand between his boy's legs. He ran his hand over his cock, hissing as the slippery fingers caressed over his sensitive head. He got into position, squatted down and lined it up. With a firm push upwards, he was home. Benji gasped as Ben's thick cock slid inside him. There was a slight burn on first entry, but it quickly gave way to pleasure as Ben's girth poked, then slid across his prostate. The heat of Ben's girth was unbearable. Benji wrapped his arms around Ben's neck, while one leg wrapped around Ben's thigh. Ben's hands cupped Benji's ass as he lifted him and pinned him against the wall. With a loud grunt, Ben pulled his hips back and thrust forward. He held his little man against the wall as he snapped his hips in and out. Benji's cries of pleasure let him know that he was hitting his g-spot with every thrust. He kissed Benji's chin, ears, neck... anywhere he could reach. He held Benji tight while he pounded him into the wall. Benji's whole body was like one raw nerve. Everywhere Ben touched and kissed made him ache with need, brought him closer and closer to coming. Ben leaned down and sucked hard on the side of Benji's neck, the exact spot that drove him crazy. The friction of Ben's hairy stomach muscles against his dick were heaven. Ben's dick was so big, so thick. It never let up its relentless assault on his sensitive prostate. Ben was so damn good. Oh, god, he was the best ever. Just a little more and Benji would come undone. Benji gasped and clawed at Ben's back. His head tried to thrash back and forth, but it was locked in place by Ben's mouth and teeth. "Ben, oh! Ben, you're gonna mark-- Oh, god!" A triumphant feeling soared through Ben. He was about to make his baby come, and come hard. He bit down on Benji's neck, and sucked hard. Right on target, Ben felt Benji's body go rigid from his head down to his toes. He let out a shout that sounded vaguely like his name with the word 'love'. When Ben felt the first burst of hot cream between their bodies, Benji's sphincter clamped down hard around Ben's shaft. Ben continued to pound hard into the vise grip of a hole as Benji's muscles continued to repeatedly contract around him as if it was trying to milk the sperm straight from his balls. It was just too much. His dick stiffened even harder and throbbed. Ben pulled his mouth from Benji's neck and drew in a deep breath. "I'm coming, baby! I'm fucking coming now!" "Come inside me, Ben," Benji begged, while gripping his fingers around Ben's body, and squeezing his ass muscles as tight as he could. "Oh, fuck," Ben moaned. One last final thrust into the tight sheath and Ben erupted inside his little man, sending jets of hot spunk deep inside his bowels... "Love you, Ben," Benji whispered. "Love you so much." Ben blinked and his body shuddered one last time. He wasn't even sure how long he had pinned Benji in place while he came down from a shockingly intense orgasm. He drew in a deep breath and let it out as Benji's body pushed his softening cock out of his ass, followed by a flow of milky white jizz down the inside of his trembling leg. He let Benji down slowly, making sure to keep a tight hold on him so that he didn't slip or fall. Benji let out a soft sigh as his arm loosened from around Ben's neck. Ben leaned down and gave Benji a deep, soul-searing kiss. After a quick wipe-down with the washcloth, Ben shut off the shower and helped Benji out. Ben couldn't help but smile as he rubbed the big fluffy towel over Benji's body. Benji stood silently with his eyes closed, lips slightly parted, his arms and legs flopping as if he was boneless. As Ben rubbed the towel over Benji's pretty blond hair one last time, he decided that he wouldn't mention the over-sized, bright crimson bruise on the side of his neck. Hopefully no one would notice when Benji went to work. With one last kiss on the forehead, Ben gave Benji a pat on the rear and Benji padded out of the bathroom to get dressed for work. *** Benji shifted in the conference room chair. He was still a little sore from the pounding he got from Ben in the shower and sitting in this chair for hours wasn't going to help one bit. It was like he could still feel a phantom Ben inside him. Not that he was complaining. He'd give it up to Ben anytime he wanted. Ace Sinclair, the owner of Ace's Trucking and Storage Company, looked at Benji with a smirk. "You okay over there?" the older man asked. "Yes, sir. I'm fine," Benji replied as he slunk down just a bit in his chair. He couldn't help the blush that crept up his cheeks. Good thing the lights were turned down. Maybe no one would see. Benji tugged up the collar of his polo shirt and buttoned another button. Maybe they wouldn't notice the huge hickey at the base of his neck either. Ace chuckled softly and Benji couldn't help but feel that the boss-man knew exactly what Benji was thinking and feeling. He had wondered several times if his boss's boss was gay. The older man was handsome and distinguished with that sprinkling of gray in his dark hair. He was successful and powerful, while at the same time, friendly and down-to-earth. Benji wasn't attracted to him physically, but he could see how others would find him irresistible. Ace turned back to the screen, pressed a button on his remote and flipped to the next slide of his PowerPoint presentation and continued discussing the quarterly figures. Benji looked across the conference table. His direct boss, Cole, was watching the slides nodding his head in agreement. The assistant warehouse manager, Douglas, looked over at Benji. His eyes looked glazed over as if he was having trouble staying awake. Benji covered his mouth to hide his smile. He understood exactly how Douglas felt. This was going to be a long meeting. *** "Sorry," Benji muttered as his cell phone started vibrating again. It was the fourth time in a row during the meeting. He pulled the phone off the table and slid it under the table into his lap, fumbling with his fingers to get it to be quiet. "Maybe you should get that, Benji," Cole said. "It must be important." Benji looked up at his boss, glad to see that he was smiling and didn't seem to be annoyed. "Uh. Okay. I'll be right back, sorry about that." Benji stood up and moved to the corner of the conference room. He looked at the screen, but whoever it was wasn't in his contacts and the number wasn't one he recognized. "Hello?" he answered quietly, as he turned towards the corner for a bit of privacy. Ace had paused his presentation while Benji answered the phone. He set his remote down and sat down on the edge of the conference table. He turned to Cole and Douglas and the three started to talk about last week's baseball game. At Benji's gasp, the three of them looked up in time to hear Benji cry out "Ben?!" as he dropped the phone and slumped to his hands and knees, drawing in hyperventilating gasps of breath. *** Ben spent the morning giving his bike a tune up. It was nice to get the Harley-Davidson out of the garage after a cold winter. After he got the engine revving and rumbling timed exactly right, he hand washed and waxed the bike until it sparkled like it was brand new. He stepped back and looked over the big custom Harley-Davidson Softail. He leaned in and scraped off a bit of wax he missed. Fucking perfect. He pulled on his sunglasses and helmet and took to the road. Leaning back, feet forward, the bike roared and vibrated beneath him as Ben cruised the streets. Ben really wished that Benji was riding with him. He loved having Benji on the back of his bike. He loved the way Benji clung to him, holding tight. And when Ben went all 'biker stud', as Benji called it, nothing made his boy hotter. Benji loved to see him dressed like this: sunglasses, half-helmet, boots, tight jeans, sleeveless shirt that showed off his USMC tat and his beefy arms. Multiple rounds of hot steamy sex with his boy was guaranteed. A smug sneer spread across Ben's face. As soon as his boy got home, he planned on having Benji on the back of his bike. After a long ride, he planned on bending him over the bike and going for another ride. He was gonna fuck him right there in the garage, Benji completely naked, while Ben was fully clothed. The last time they rode, as soon as they got into the garage, Benji had pulled all of his clothes off and begged for Ben. He actually begged, saying "Please, fuck me, Ben. I need your dick inside me!" Ben had unzipped his jeans, pulled his cock out, and bent Benji over the bike. He pounded his boy like a jackhammer until Benji shot his load, screaming, spurting jizz all over the bike and the garage floor. He didn't stop until his own load was overflowing around his cock, dripping down Benji's balls and his leg. The memory had the crotch of Ben's jeans feeling a little snug. Oh, yeah, Ben had it all planned out. As he roared through the intersection, time suddenly stood still. The kid in the Honda was busy talking on his phone and clearly didn't see him as he changed lanes without a blinker. Ben swerved, but the car clipped his bike. The last thing he thought of before he slammed into the concrete was his Benji. *** Saturday afternoon, Brandon got in his truck and headed over to the flip. Even though a delay in the permits was pushing the demo back another week, the damned kid and his ugly mutt were still supposed to be cleared out by today. Brandon hoped that he wouldn't have to use force on the kid. He didn't need that shit. He had enough to worry about. He should have made Walker deal with this. But Brandon never told Walker about the kid. Lonnie wasn't any of Walker's business. Walker better keep his eyes and his hands away from Lonnie if he knew what was good for him. Shit. Where the hell did that come from? It was bad enough that the past few days he couldn't stop thinking about him. He couldn't even jack off without the kid's ass and mouth appearing in his head and ruining things. 'So what if it made him come harder than he had in years?' he had thought while wiping a stray blob of spunk from the headboard last night. Damn, when was the last time he had distance like that? Or volume, he thought as he looked at the big wad of tissues in his hand. As soon as he opened the back door, little ugly came running. He was yipping and barking his fool head off. "God damn it," Brandon muttered. "I knew it." Brandon shut the door hard in frustration and Ricky barked at him. "Be quiet. You're giving me a god damned headache." Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 02 Ricky ran through the house towards the bedroom, barked, then came back to Brandon. He ran a circle around Brandon, then ran towards the bedroom again, barking the entire time. He was clearly agitated and wanted Brandon to follow him. Brandon sighed. "I'm coming, little ugly. Hold your damn horses. Lonnie? Where are you? I know you're here. Don't bother hiding." Brandon turned into the bedroom and all breath left his body. Lonnie was laying on the mattress, clutching his stomach with one hand. The other was holding a bloody towel to the side of his head. "Lonnie?" Brandon launched himself towards the mattress and dropped down to his knees. "Are you okay? What happened?" He turned Lonnie's head gently, checking him for damage, while making him look up. Lonnie's eyes were glazed over and he seemed to have trouble focusing. "Brandon?" "Yeah, it's me. You okay?" "Yeah. I'm fine. I'll be out of here today. I swear." "I'm not worried about that right now. What happened to you?" Lonnie squeezed his eyes shut. A tear caught in those long lashes before it dripped down his face, followed by another. "I got jumped behind the bank. I was going to put a deposit down on a place. They took everything I had on me." Brandon didn't care about the kid's money. As he reached for the towel to look at the cut, Brandon noticed his hair was cut short; his bangs were still a little long in the front, but in back it was trimmed off at the nape of his neck. He kinda looked like one of those kids that wear skinny jeans and dress in all black. Emo, or something. Lonnie tried to move away, but Brandon wasn't having it. "Hold still. Lemme see. You might need to go to the hospital." "What do you care?" Lonnie cried out, pushing Brandon's hand away. "Just leave me alone! I told you I'd be gone today." Lonnie turned away and Brandon let out a grunt and pushed up to his feet. He didn't need this bullshit. He had enough stress in his life. "Fine. You're an adult. Do what you want." As Brandon turned and walked towards the door, Ricky yapped. For a second, Brandon thought that the dog looked like he was scolding him or was maybe even disappointed in him. 'It's just a fucking dog,' he thought. 'He doesn't have feelings.' As he walked through the door, he turned and watched Lonnie struggle to make his way to the bathroom. The small man fell to his hands and knees and promptly threw up all over the ugly vinyl floor. *** "Wait right here," Brandon said as he sat Lonnie down in one of the hard plastic chairs. "I can't..." Lonnie let out a sigh and gave up. He argued until he was blue in the face, but Brandon insisted he go to the emergency room. Even though he didn't have insurance. Even though nearly all of his money was stolen. Even though Brandon had to practically carry him and lift him into his huge ass pickup truck. Even though he simply just didn't want to go to the hospital. Brandon went to the triage nurse and signed in for Lonnie. He took the clipboard and pen and sat down with Lonnie. "I can't pay for this," the boy mumbled. He folded the bloody towel over to make a clean spot. Then after noting that the bleeding had slowed way down, he held it back up to the cut on his head. "And I said don't worry about it," Brandon snapped. He took a breath and calmed himself. He lifted the towel away from Lonnie's head. He pushed back the strands of black hair, which he figured was normally silky soft, but was now crusted with blood, and took a quick peek at the wound. "It's not too bad. I've seen a lot worse. What happened to your hair, by the way?" He let go of the towel and let Lonnie hold it back against his head. "I cut it." "Why?" Lonnie glanced sideways at Brandon, then looked back at the floor and shrugged. "I didn't like it long anymore," he said before muttering, "Made me look like a girl." That Lonnie cared so much about what Brandon thought almost made the big guy smile. But as he thought about it, he decided that maybe he liked it just a little bit longer: more than what he had now, but less than before. Just enough to grab on to... He shook the thought out of his head. "It's your hair, wear it the way you like." The pair of men waited for over an hour and a half before a nurse finally took them into the back to see a doctor. Then they had to wait for the damned doctor. By the time the doctor finally decided to grace them with his presence, Brandon was about ready to kick some ass. The tall, lean, grey-haired doctor looked at Brandon suspiciously. "And you are...?" "I brought him in," Brandon said, not offering any more details, nor was he planning to. Brandon also noticed that the grumpy old coot didn't bother to introduce himself. Brandon pulled his ball cap lower onto his brow and stood against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He didn't like the way the doctor was looking at Lonnie, like he was too good for the kid, like Lonnie was just garbage. Of course, it didn't help any that Lonnie's t-shirt was threadbare, his track pants were ripped, and his big toe looked like it was about to bust out of his sneaker. Okay, so maybe he looked like a homeless kid, but that didn't mean he shouldn't be treated with respect. As Brandon suspected, Lonnie had a slight concussion. The cut on his head luckily didn't need stitches. He'd just have a goose egg for a couple of days. "You should get tested for HIV and STIs," the doctor said matter-of-factly to Lonnie, while giving him a disapproving eye. Lonnie's mouth gaped open. "I'm not a junkie or a whore," he said defensively. The doctor's eyes cut to Brandon, who narrowed his eyes in a scathing glare. The homophobic asshole had no right to talk to Lonnie that way. He ground his teeth together and bit his tongue. If he opened his mouth, he'd say something or do something that would probably get him thrown out and tossed in jail. "The testing's free through the homeless youth program." Lonnie pursed his lips and muttered, "Fine." The doctor looked at Brandon when he gave instructions that Lonnie was to take Tylenol for the pain and to rest for the next couple of days and to return if any more symptoms presented. Well, fuck! The doctor must have thought Brandon was his pimp or... or dealer... or they were a couple or... something. "Oh... He's not... I'm not--" "He's my landlord," Lonnie said with an eye-roll. It wasn't exactly a lie and Lonnie didn't have the patience for Brandon's stammering over whatever the status of their 'relationship' was. The doctor just smiled condescendingly, like he didn't believe him. "Yeah, sure. Fine. A nurse will be in to draw blood and clean you up. Then you'll be okay to leave after you get the results, okay?" He looked between Lonnie and Brandon. "Okay," Lonnie muttered. "Fine," Brandon grumbled. Brandon started to get impatient while waiting for the nurse. He was never very good at sitting still and he never liked hospitals. He and Lonnie hadn't spoken a word the entire time. Not that he really cared. Brandon looked at the dejected boy. He couldn't very well throw him out on the streets tonight. He just got mugged for Christ sake. Brandon sighed inwardly. Since the demo wasn't going to start for another week because of the delays, the kid could stay at the house for one more week. That would be better than him being on the street where no one would know where he was... where Brandon wouldn't know where he was. One more week. Then he had to go. After the nurse took Lonnie's blood and cleaned his cut, they had to stick around for another hour or so for the results. "You don't have to stay," Lonnie said as he looked down at his lap and picked at a stray thread hanging from one of the tears in his track pants. Brandon simply grunted, not moving from the wall. Lonnie laid his head back on the exam table and sighed. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. Brandon was about to speak when his cell phone started vibrating. He pulled it out and saw that he had two missed calls from Benji, and Benji was calling again. It must be important, he thought as he answered. "Hello?" "Brandon! It's Ben, he's--" Benji hiccuped and let out a sob. His voice was frantic and raw. "He's in the ER. I need you, Brandon!" "Benji, calm down. I'm already here. I'll be right there. Sit tight and stay calm." "You're what? Where?" "I'm here. I'll be right there, Benji." "Hurry," he pleaded. Brandon hung up the phone and looked over at Lonnie, who was sitting up on his elbows, looking at him all concerned. "Everything okay?" "Something's happened to my brother. His boyfriend is here in the ER freaking out. I'm sure it's not as bad as it seems. I'm gonna go check on him and I'll be back to take you home." Lonnie nodded and Brandon rushed out of the room. He found Benji sitting in the ER waiting room. He sat in one of the plastic chairs in a daze, his shoulders slumped forward, just staring at the ground. An older man was standing next to him, looking extremely uncomfortable as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Benji?" Benji looked up at Brandon and burst into tears, burying his face in his hands. "Hey, buddy," Brandon said calmly and quietly. He sat down next to Benji and pulled him into his arms. "What's going on?" he asked as he rubbed a circle on his back. Benji lifted his head, wiped his hand across his nose and sniffled. "Ben was in an accident, on his motorcycle. He's in surgery. They're setting his arm or something." Brandon felt his chest tighten and he took a deep breath. His little brother was his best friend and his only family besides for his mom. If anything ever happened to him... He closed his eyes and slowly breathed in and then let out a deep breath. He leaned his head on top of Benji's and spoke quietly and soothingly, "It's gonna be okay, Benji. Let me try to find out what's going on, okay? I'll take care of everything. Just breathe slow and relax." Brandon stood up and held his hand out to the quiet man. "Hey. Brandon Davis." "Hi, I'm Cole," he said as he shook his hand. "I work with Benji and Ben." "Thanks for bringing him down." "No problem. He wasn't in any condition to drive. Listen, um.... If you don't need me... My wife is waiting for me at home..." "Oh, yeah. I'll take care of him from here. Thanks again." Cole nodded and put his hand on Benji's shoulder. "Let us know if you need anything, okay?" "Thanks, Cole." "Okay. Let me know how Ben is." "I will," Benji said with a nod. After Cole left, Brandon went to the triage nurse to get an update on his brother. *** It could have been worse. Much worse. Ben had a broken right arm and a broken left wrist. He'd have casts on both of his arms. He was damned lucky he didn't kill himself. God damned lucky. Brandon wanted to beat his ass for not being more careful. Brandon sat with his arm around Benji's shoulders, and he was finally able to get Benji calm and relaxed. He had a feeling it was going to be a long wait. "Mr. Davis?" Brandon looked up at the nurse. "Mr. O'Reilly is ready. You can pay at the window down the hall." He stood up as Lonnie walked up from behind the nurse. The nurse held out the paperwork and Brandon took it and thanked her. He could feel Benji staring a hole into his back. Sure enough, when he turned around, Benji was looking at Lonnie, then back at Brandon, then back at Lonnie... Brandon tried not to scowl. He didn't need... whatever the fuck this was... right now. "Come on, sit down," Brandon said to Lonnie. He put his hand on Lonnie's back and moved him over to sit next to Benji. "Lonnie, this is Benji, my brother's boyfriend. Benji, this is Lonnie. He's... Uh..." Brandon couldn't think of what to say Lonnie was. A buddy? A friend? The homeless guy squatting at the company's flip? "I'll be right back." After Brandon paid Lonnie's bill at the cashier's window, he got his prescription filled at the hospital pharmacy, then walked back to the chairs. He froze in his tracks. Lonnie and Benji were sitting in the chairs facing each other, quietly chatting like they were old friends. Benji looked up at Brandon and gave him a smile; it was a tired smile, but there was a hint of a mischievous little twinkle there. Brandon didn't like the looks of that little smirk one bit. Brandon was so fucked. Brandon noticed that Lonnie was rubbing his left arm with his right hand, trying to warm up. He was just wearing a flimsy t-shirt and track pants. In the rush to get him to the ER, he hadn't thought to get him something more substantial to wear. Lonnie was shivering and Brandon could actually see the goosebumps on his arms. His nipples were hard as pebbles, pushing against the thin cotton shirt. The sight was just too damned distracting. "Here." Brandon unbuttoned his flannel shirt and handed it to Lonnie, then sat down on the other side of Benji. Even though he was only wearing a wifebeater now, he was bigger with more meat on his bones. He'd be fine. Out of the corner of his eye, Brandon watched Lonnie bring the shirt up to his nose and give it a quick sniff. With a smile on his face a mile wide, he pulled on the huge 3XLT shirt and buttoned it up, then rolled up the sleeves. The kid was absolutely swimming in the shirt, but he looked as happy as could be. "Warm," he whispered to himself. Brandon swallowed loudly and shifted in his seat, trying to alleviate the sudden pressure growing between his legs. Seeing the man in his shirt was strangely... enticing. Brandon thought back to when his ex-wife used to put on his shirts. It used to annoy the shit out of him. She'd leave them stinking of that perfume that used to make him gag. Even though he could probably get another wear out of them, he'd have to throw them in the hamper. Then she'd nag him about having to wash too many loads of laundry when it was her own damned fault. "Brandon?" "Huh?" Brandon looked up when Benji waved his hand in front of his face. The smirk on Benji's face was still there, even more so now. "I was talking to you. You didn't tell me that the dog food you wanted was for Lonnie's dog. You said it was for a stray." "It was, so I thought," he said while throwing a dirty look at Lonnie. "Lonnie was saying that you pretend like you don't like Ricky--" "I don't," Brandon growled, crossing his arms over his chest. "He's an ugly little runt and he shits all over the yard." "Yeah, sure you don't, big daddy." Benji smiled that wicked little smile again. Lonnie didn't say anything, but Brandon could see that he was trying to hide a snicker behind his hand. Brandon scowled and pushed up to his feet. He pulled his Browning cap further down his brow to cover his eyes. "I need a smoke." Brandon paced back and forth along the sidewalk outside of the ER doors as he smoked his cigarette. He should have taken Lonnie home, then came back to sit with Benji. Or he could have called Lonnie a cab. Shit. He didn't need Lonnie talking to Benji. He put out his cigarette and hurried back in, needing to get Lonnie out of there. "I'm so sorry. My dad's an asshole, too," Benji was saying quietly to Lonnie. "I'm so lucky to have Ben. And Brandon, he's--" "I'm what?" Brandon asked as he sat down. He narrowed his eyes and frowned. An unfamiliar voice interrupted. "Brandon Davis?" Brandon jumped up when Ben's doctor entered, and he was followed quickly by Benji and Lonnie. "Your brother is finished with the cast tech and is being discharged." Brandon had Lonnie and Benji wait while he went and pulled up the truck. Several minutes later an orderly wheeled out a very cranky Ben Davis. He had a cast on his left forearm that spanned from below his elbow, past his wrist and completely covered his palm, immobilizing his wrist and fingers. His right arm was in a shoulder sling and was completely covered from the shoulder to the wrist, with a bend that immobilized his elbow. He wouldn't be able to really make use of either of his hands. Other than the two obvious injuries, he had a cut above his eyebrow and a bruise on his cheek under his right eye. Several bruises were hidden under his clothes, but he was otherwise undamaged. His ego seemed to have taken the most damage, as he was scowling and muttering curses under his breath. Benji ran to his lover, standing next to the wheelchair. "Ben..." He hung his head as tears spilled down his face. "I..." He choked on his words and tried to take a calming breath, but it wasn't working. He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to hug and kiss Ben, but was apprehensive about doing it in public. Ben's face softened at Benji's distress. "Hey," he whispered. "I'm okay, baby. Don't cry. C'mere. Give me a hug. I need a hug." Benji sniffled and nodded and leaned in and hugged Ben around the neck. "I'm so glad you're okay," he said before giving Ben a bold kiss on the cheek. "I'm gonna take good care of you." Ben wrinkled his face and sighed. He didn't want Benji to have to take care of him. It was his promised responsibility to take care of Benji, not the other way around. Ben didn't want to have to rely on anybody for anything, but it looked like for the foreseeable future, Ben needed Benji more than Benji needed him. Ben looked past Benji's shoulder at the pretty young man standing behind Brandon. "Who's that?" Brandon closed his eyes and groaned. *** After dropping off Ben and Benji at Ben's place, Brandon took Lonnie 'home'. The drive was filled with silence. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but there was a tension in the air that Brandon couldn't quite put his finger on. He could tell that Lonnie kept looking over at him, but he tried to ignore it. Brandon cleared his throat, but his eyes stayed on the road. "You need to call your mom or somebody?" "No. She'd just worry over nothing." Once they arrived at the flip house, Brandon pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine. He got out of the truck and clipped his keys to his belt. He quickly went around to the passenger side, opening the door before Lonnie could get it open. "Grab onto the sissy handle," Brandon told him as Lonnie unbuckled his seat belt. "Excuse me?" Lonnie frowned, looking at him with a raised brow and a hand on his hip. Brandon might have laughed under different circumstances, instead he winced and pointed to the handle in question. "I didn't mean... Forget it. Step onto the running board," he said as he held out his hand for Lonnie to hold onto. "Careful." "Thanks," Lonnie said with a smile as he took Brandon's offered hand. He let go of the stupid handle, carefully stepped onto the running board, then hopped onto the ground. "They didn't have any bigger trucks on the lot?" he asked with an eye-roll. Brandon quickly pulled his hand free and slammed the truck door shut. "I'm a big guy," he muttered. "Yeah, I can see that," Lonnie whispered to himself. Brandon chose to ignore the breathy commentary. "And I haul a lot of shit around for work." They walked around to the back door, Brandon watching carefully, making sure that Lonnie wasn't dizzy or stumbling. Brandon followed Lonnie inside and Ricky yipped and hopped, happy to see his master alive and well. Brandon let out a breath. "Listen. I was thinking I'd let you stay here another week. We're not going to do demo until next Monday now. So if you need a few days..." Brandon watched Lonnie blink his eyes in surprise. "Yeah. Okay. Thanks." "Okay," Brandon said with a nod. "Benji seemed like a very nice guy," Lonnie said as he pulled Brandon's over-sized flannel shirt off. "Thanks." Brandon took the offered shirt and shrugged it on, not bothering to button it up. "Yeah, he's a sweetie. He's good for my brother. So I'm gonna go. Remember what the doctor said." Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 02 Lonnie looked at Brandon for a moment. "You think you might stop by tomorrow night?" Brandon shrugged. "Nah. Don't see why." "Oh," Lonnie said, looking disappointed. He slid a little closer to Brandon. "I just thought maybe... well..." Lonnie's fingers ghosted over Brandon's hand. Brandon stepped back, jerking his hand away from the sparks of Lonnie's touch. "Are you fucking hitting on me? I already told you. I ain't no fag, cupcake." "Don't call me that," Lonnie said, raising his voice at Brandon for the first time. "I can call you whatever I want," Brandon snarled. "Cupcake." Lonnie scoffed. "God. You're such a homophobic asshole." "Homophobic? I have a gay brother. I'm no homophobe. I sure don't have a reason to be afraid of a little sissy like you." Brandon's harsh rejection finally pushed Lonnie over the edge. Lonnie blinked back the tears that pricked his eyes. He shoved Brandon's chest with both of his hands as hard as he could, getting even madder when Brandon didn't even budge an inch. "You're a big Neanderthal; a fucking self-loathing closet case!" Brandon brought his arms up, slapping Lonnie's hands away. "Don't you fucking cuss at me and don't fucking touch me, because I sure as shit will hit you back." Lonnie's mouth gaped open at Brandon's words. "You would, you hypocrite! You're nothing but a bully, scared of what people will think of you, so you try to hide it by hurting others. I don't know what I ever saw in you!" Lonnie tried to push Brandon again, and though Brandon was totally stunned by Lonnie's admission, he managed to grab his arms. "Let me go!" Lonnie screamed as he fought and slapped at Brandon. He tried to shove his knee into Brandon's crotch, and just barely connected with his dick and balls. A very hard dick and very blue balls. "Knock it off!" Brandon growled. He tried to hold Lonnie by the upper arms, but he wasn't prepared when Lonnie grabbed at his cock. "Hey!" Before Brandon could fully process what was going on, Lonnie was scrambling to unbuckle the big man's belt. Brandon looked down at the top of Lonnie's head, his hands pawing at Brandon's crotch. Brandon was stunned for a second, unable to move, only able to watch Lonnie's nimble fingers. Shaking out of his daze, he grabbed at the smaller man's trembling hands, but Lonnie managed to pull down the zipper. Since Brandon didn't wear underwear under his jeans, his cock sprang free. Lonnie gasped aloud at the size of Brandon's erection. Lonnie may not have had experience with many different partners, but he knew what to do. He knew what guys liked. He just hoped he could do justice with a dick this size. He dropped down to his knees and wrapped both fists around the enormous shaft and sucked it into his mouth before Brandon could stop him. Brandon groaned as the end of his cock was suddenly surrounded by moist heat. Lonnie gagged repeatedly on his ten inches as his head bobbed up and down. Lonnie had pulled back the foreskin, exposing the sensitive head to his swirling tongue. He couldn't deep throat it to the root, but his enthusiastic sucking more than made up for it, and he still took it deeper than any woman ever had. A small hand slid up and down with his mouth, twisting and pulling, while the other fondled and rolled his big nuts, which were already starting to tighten in their sack. Brandon had never been sucked off like this in his life. Lonnie was doing it like he was starving for it, like he was made to suck cock, like his life depended on it. The sloppy slurping and sucking noises echoed in Brandon's ears.Then he started to moan and hum. The vibrations hit Brandon like a freight train. Not even a minute in and he was about to fucking lose it, like some teenage virgin getting his first blowjob on prom night. He felt the pressure building up and there was no stopping it. "Fuck," Brandon groaned. His knees buckled and he gripped the back of Lonnie's head with one of his big hands. If he was going to suck his cock, then he was damn well going to do it right and finish it. "Suck it! Swallow my fucking load, boy!" With a roar, Brandon bucked forward and exploded. He heard Lonnie choke and gag as the first blast of semen slammed against the back of his throat. Brandon loosened his grip on the boy's head, but Lonnie just moaned and greedily took it. He never pulled off, just sucked and swallowed, milking every single blast of hot spunk that shot out of Brandon's aching balls. Even after Brandon came down from his climax, Lonnie continued to moan and suckle on his still hard shaft. Brandon stepped back, dazed and stunned at what just happened. A dude had just given him the best blowjob of his life, making him come harder than he could ever remember. A fucking 11 out of 10. He looked down at the young man's face and he started to panic. Lonnie looked up at him in awe, his pouty lips juicy wet, come dripping down his chin. Brandon's cock lurched at the sight, wanting more of that hot mouth. Brandon had to get the hell out of there. He tucked his still erect cock into his jeans and hurried out of the house to his truck as fast as he could, vowing to himself that he would never, ever return. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 03 "Ben. You have to let me help you," Benji said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. "I can do it by my fucking self," Ben groused, shoving Benji's hand away with his shoulder, trying to push him out of the master bath with his bigger body. "Give me a minute of peace, for Christ's sake." Benji let out a deep sigh. "Ben. I know you don't like it, but we're partners. If you can't rely on me to take care of you, then what kind of relationship is this?" Ben didn't respond, he just scowled. They had been home one day and already the two men were driving each other crazy. Ben liked to be in control and in charge. He was the alpha dog. With both of his arms in casts, he felt fucking worthless. Like a fucking invalid. He wasn't used to being in this situation and he did not like it. He did not like it at all. Benji insisted on waiting on Ben hand and foot and Ben just wanted to do everything himself. The only problem was that he wasn't able to do anything by himself, but that didn't stop him from trying. Benji already had to clean up piss from all over the bathroom floor because Ben thought he could go to the bathroom without help. He was already over Ben's attitude. He understood how his big man felt, but that didn't mean that he had to yell and cuss at him. "Fine," Ben finally grumbled. It sounded more like a grunt than anything else. "Would you rather we hire a nurse? If it's me that you have a problem with--" "I have to take a shit, okay?!" Ben shouted. "Is that what you want to hear? I can't even wipe my own ass. How do you think that makes me feel?" "I don't like it either, Ben. But it's you. If that's what you need, then that's what I'll do. I would do anything for you, Ben. I mean that. Anything. You should know that by now." "Fine," Ben mumbled with a sigh. Benji untied the drawstring around Ben's sweatpants and gave a tug and let them fall to the ground. He couldn't help but notice that Ben wasn't wearing underwear, especially when his over-sized flaccid penis flopped out and slapped against his thigh. Benji cleared his throat and averted his eyes, not wanting to be caught gawking like a pervert in this very un-sexual situation. "I'll be in the bedroom. Just call me when you're done." Benji shut the bathroom door behind him and went and sat down on the bed. Toby bounded into the bedroom, and after two tries, leapt up onto the bed. Benji reached over and scratched at the little dog's neck, getting his fingers under the collar. "Don't let your daddy catch you up here," he said to the happy dog. "He's cranky." He let out a deep breath. It was going to be a very long six weeks until the first cast came off. *** Brandon looked down at the silky black hair and ran his hand through it. Soft lips surrounded the head of his cock and sucked gently. Brandon squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on the sensations. This had never happened to him before. His body just wasn't responding. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He had told himself that he would never come back here. But he had to prove it to himself. Maybe the feelings he was having were just a phase. He had to know for sure. After a few minutes, not even the warm mouth and slick tongue could coax an erection out of him. Brandon felt humiliated and betrayed by his own body. He had never not been able to get it up. It happens to everyone from time to time they say, but never to him. Never. It just serves as a confirmation as to how wrong this was, Brandon's inner voice told him. Brandon told the voice to fuck off. "Okay," Brandon croaked. He cleared his throat. "Stop. Sorry. I can't..." The young, petite Asian sat up and sat back in the passenger seat, eyeing Brandon suspiciously. "You still owe me." Brandon looked at the young woman and nodded. After tucking his limp dick back into his jeans, he pulled his wallet out of his truck's glove compartment and pulled out two bills. He handed them over to her and stared straight ahead with his hands gripping the steering wheel, not wanting to see the judgement on her face. He couldn't believe that his dick had betrayed him like this. When the passenger door slammed shut, Brandon started up the truck and drove, wanting to get away as fast as he could. Brandon felt disgusted. He had come down to 'the block' once before to find some desperately needed relief when he and Ginny were in the middle of their divorce. He didn't like doing it then, and he said he'd never go back. He should have listened to himself. He only felt worse now. Gripping the steering wheel tightly in his left fist, he squeezed and rubbed the back of his neck with his right. He twisted his head on his neck, wanting to feel the pops and cracks that would give him a few seconds of relief. As soon as he got home, he went right for the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and tossed them into the hamper and heated up the shower. The water was as hot as he could stand it and he stayed under until it turned ice cold. His mind was so fucked up, he didn't even jerk off like he normally would have. He laid down on the solitary bed in the empty bedroom and stared up at the ceiling. First thing in the morning, he'd go down to the health clinic and get one of those quick tests done like Lonnie had. *** Ben spent most of the first two days in bed. The painkillers made him really tired. Benji was slightly grateful for the quiet. When Ben wasn't yelling, he was withdrawn and depressed. Benji was at a loss. Ben had never raised his voice at him in all the time that they'd been together. In the span of two days, he had been yelled at and cussed at until he was practically in tears. The worst part was that Ben knew what he was doing and didn't even apologize. He tried to let it go, telling himself that this wasn't the real Ben, but it was really hard to separate the feelings. Benji stood at the stove absentmindedly stirring the pot of soup. He wasn't a very good cook. Not that he was a bad cook, he just didn't have a lot of experience. But he could follow a recipe okay. Ben was a great cook and though he had taught Benji a lot, he still got hung up on complicated recipes that had lots of steps or required doing more than one thing at a time. Luckily, Ben had frozen the leftovers last time he made stew. All Benji had to do was heat it up. Benji looked down at Toby, who sat patiently at his feet. "I guess I'm gonna have to learn to be a better cook, Toby." The little dog looked up at Benji and blinked his eyes, nervously shifting his weight between his front paws. Benji smiled warmly at him. "Don't worry, sweetie. Daddy doesn't mean to yell at you. You're a good boy. He still loves you. I hope he still loves me, too, after all of this." "I need another pill." Benji jumped at the sound of Ben's rough and sleepy voice but quickly recovered. "Sit down at the table. The stew's almost ready." Benji glanced over at Ben. If he had heard Benji talking to Toby, his face showed no indication of it. He wore the same scowl that had become so familiar for the past two days. "I'm not hungry." "You have to take it with food, Ben." "I said I'm not fucking hungry!" Toby went over and laid down at Ben's feet. His ears were flat against his head and he glanced up at Ben with big brown sad eyes. Ben ignored him. Benji swallowed the lump in his throat, but he didn't back down. He kept his chin up and stared back at Ben's scowling face. His voice was quiet, but he managed to sound firm. "Please don't argue with me." "Fine," Ben said through his gritted teeth. Ben stepped over Toby, and pushed his bulk into a chair and sat down at the table. He ground his teeth together while he waited for Benji to come and feed him. Like he was fucking helpless. Like he was a fucking baby. *** Brandon tried to stay away, honest he did. But after two days, he found himself sitting in his idling truck in the driveway of the flip house. He rubbed at the knot on the back of his neck. He rolled his head back and forth until it cracked with a series of pops. Even that didn't help the crick that had taken residence there. It wasn't a big deal, he told himself. Lonnie was staying in his company's house. As one of the owners of the company, it was his responsibility to make sure that Lonnie was taken care of while he was watching the place. That's all it was. He cut off the diesel engine and picked up the sack of burgers and drinks and made his way around the back of the house, carefully watching his step. He pushed open the back door and was greeted by a happy little Ricky. Brandon noted that the light on the vent hood above the empty space where the stove would sit was on, giving the room a soft glow, casting enough light to see clearly. He looked down at Ricky. As much as he hated to admit it, the bouncy dog with the wagging tail was a sight for sore eyes and Brandon felt his mood lifting just a little bit. "Hey there, little ugly." Ricky jumped up onto Brandon's leg, bouncing up and down in the air. Brandon laughed. "You miss big daddy?" He reached down and used his index finger to scratch at the little hairs under the dog's chin. "I got something for you." He pulled a dried pig ear from his pocket and gave it to the dog, who happily took it and ran off to chew on his new treat in private. "Hi, Brandon." Brandon looked up to see Lonnie leaning in the kitchen doorway. He was mostly hidden away from the vent hood's light, but the light that did spill across him made him look stunningly beautiful. Brandon swallowed down his nerves and tried to smile. "Hey. I, um.... I brought you some food." Lonnie studied the burly man for a moment, before speaking coolly, "Thanks. You didn't have to do that." "And I wanted to check on you," he added quietly. "Make sure you were okay." "Thanks," Lonnie said. The corner of Lonnie's mouth turned up in a hesitant little smile and Brandon's mood lightened a tiny bit more. "Okay. Good. Let's eat while it's hot." Lonnie was pissed when Brandon first walked into the house. He was angry and humiliated. The big caveman had some nerve showing up here. Okay, so it was technically his house, but still. But then Brandon brought Ricky a treat and the simple little gesture told him that maybe the big guy wasn't totally irredeemable. Lonnie nodded and Brandon followed him into the bedroom. They sat together on the mattress and Brandon pulled out two foil-wrapped cheeseburgers for each of them. He dumped the big cup of hot french fries into the bag, then handed Lonnie a bottle of Coke. "I didn't know what you liked on your burgers, so--" "I got what you like," Lonnie finished with a smile. "Yeah." Brandon opened a little plastic container of ketchup and set it down by the bag of fries. "I'm not real picky. I'm sure you'll learn what I like in time." It wasn't like there'd be a chance of that. Brandon was only here to check on the boy this one time. Besides, he'd be gone in a few days. For some reason, he went ahead and agreed. "Yeah." Ricky bounced up onto the bed, getting between them. He dropped his pig ear on the bed, and nosed his snoot into the bag of fries, sniffing. Brandon gave Ricky's bottom a little push. "Ricky, no. Bad boy." Lonnie stood up and put Ricky out of the bedroom, shutting the door on him. "Sorry about that. He knows he doesn't get people food." He bent down and picked up the pig ear from the bed. "Ew!" he exclaimed as his fingers touched the slobbery piece of dried flesh. He tossed it towards the door and went into the bathroom to quickly wash his hands. He sat back down next to Brandon and unwrapped one of the cheeseburgers and took a bite. He frowned and pulled out a tomato slice and wrapped it in a napkin before continuing to eat. "Mm, this is really good," Lonnie said between bites. "Mm-hmm. The best," Brandon replied with a mouthful. "Thanks for bringing it." Lonnie licked the juices from his fingers. Brandon stared at Lonnie's mouth, watching the pink tongue dart over the tip of his index finger before his lips closed around it, and then pulled it away with a smack. He felt his cock starting to fill and he pulled his gaze away, trying to forget the image. He wasn't here for that. He was here to check on Lonnie, to make sure he wasn't hurt. "How's your head?" Brandon asked as he took another bite of his burger. "You tell me. You certainly seemed to enjoy it before you ran out of here." Brandon choked and gagged, nearly spitting a mouthful of half-chewed burger all over the floor. "That's not what I meant," he said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Lonnie just smiled. "I'm fine, Brandon." The men ate the rest of their burgers in silence. Brandon didn't feel the silence to be uncomfortable. He was glad to see that Lonnie seemed to have a big appetite, digging into both of his cheeseburgers as well as the fries they shared. He must really feel fine since he ate like he was starving. He felt a little bit guilty for taking so long to check on him. What if Lonnie hadn't been fine? But he was, and that was all that mattered. Brandon's face flushed warm slightly as he thought of Lonnie's innuendo. He wanted to tell Lonnie that his head was the best he ever had. Outstanding, bar none, without a doubt. But it didn't matter. It wasn't like that was ever going to happen again. That's not why he was here. Lonnie tipped his bottle back and swallowed the last of his Coke. He glanced over at Brandon. The burly man appeared to be lost in thought. Lonnie's eyes travelled up and down Brandon's body. Brandon's huge bear paw hands held his burger to his mouth. Lonnie knew from experience that the size of those hands translated directly to the size of his dick. His face started to feel warm as he remembered the feel of the man's cock in his hands. Christ, but Brandon was hung. He thought his ex-boyfriend had a big one, but his seven inches was nothing compared to Brandon. Brandon had him beat by three good inches, plus extra girth. Lonnie's eyes settled on Brandon's face. The man was not exactly pretty to look at, but every once in a while, his face would soften and that scowl would disappear. During those times, he kind of looked handsome in a rugged, uber-manly way. Yeah, Brandon was all man, one hundred percent, and that was very attractive to Lonnie. Lonnie's eyes moved from Brandon's thick beard to his wet, red lips. He wondered what it would be like to kiss Brandon, to feel those lips on his skin. He'd never kissed a guy with a real beard before. Would it itch? Would it tickle? What did the bears say when they saw another sexy bear? Woof? Yeah. Lonnie looked Brandon up and down. Woof. He noticed that Brandon had a scar that cut into his bottom lip and disappeared into his bearded chin. He wondered how he got that scar. Maybe he'd ask Brandon about it some time. Brandon's bright green eyes turned and met Lonnie's lingering gaze. God, Brandon's eyes were gorgeous. There was something there. Understanding maybe? Desire maybe? "How did you get that scar on your chin?" As soon as the question came out, he winced. He didn't intend to blurt it out. "An on the job accident. One of my guys wasn't paying attention and I walked past at the exact wrong time. A piece of wood slammed into my face." "Ouch!" "Yeah. It cut the shit out of my chin. I lost three teeth and broke my nose. There was blood everywhere. Luckily, I was wearing safety glasses and a hardhat." "Oh my god!" Brandon ran his finger over a crook in his nose. He pushed his bottom lip down and ran a finger over three of his bottom teeth. "These are a bridge." "You can't tell. And your beard mostly covers the scar. I'm glad you weren't hurt worse." Brandon nodded, and popped a couple of fries into his mouth. Brandon quieted. He looked away from Lonnie and stared at the floor. After a moment of silence, Brandon lifted his eyes and stared back at Lonnie. Lonnie saw that look again. "Why are you here, Brandon?" Lonnie watched his adam's apple bob as he visibly and audibly swallowed. "I told you... I wanted to check on you, make sure you were okay." Lonnie looked at Brandon, searching his face. He could see the conflict in the big man. He might not want to admit it, but he wanted Lonnie. He wouldn't keep coming back if he didn't. Then it hit Lonnie. Brandon wanted more than just sex; he wanted companionship, Lonnie decided. Why else would he have brought dog treats and dinner, wanting to sit on a mattress in an abandoned house? Lonnie decided he would have to be the one to take a chance. It might get him a bruised ego or a black eye, but then it might also get him something a whole lot better. Lonnie slid just a little closer and placed his hand on Brandon's thigh. He could feel the big man trembling under his touch, but he didn't push him away. "I'm good, Brandon. But I'm better now that you're here." Brandon looked down at the smaller man, staring up at him with those pretty brown eyes with the long black lashes. Christ, his nerves were so shot. He couldn't ever remember feeling this nervous around a girl before. Brandon winced inwardly. Lonnie wasn't a girl. He was dude. A fucking dude! Brandon knew that he wasn't that great to look at, but he never had problems getting girls when he was younger and in the service. They liked his macho, cocky attitude and the way his muscled body looked in his uniform. He never felt nervous or unsure of himself. If he got turned down, he shrugged it off and moved on. That attitude always worked for him in the past. It wasn't until after he got married that the regular sex he was used to dried up. The way Lonnie looked at him was somehow different than how all of those girls looked at him. He felt like Lonnie looked right through to his soul, like he could see all of his secret wants and desires. Like he could see the real Brandon Davis. And that was scary. Brandon watched the tip of Lonnie's pink tongue dart out and moisten his full, pouty lips. Fuck. That mouth. So fucking sexy. Before Brandon could stop himself, he leaned down and kissed Lonnie. It was so not what he expected. Lonnie's lips were so warm and so soft. He had expected hard and rough, like he envisioned a man would be. Lonnie let out a needy whimper as he pushed forward, pressing himself further into Brandon's kiss. His hand snaked around Brandon's neck, holding him gently, keeping their mouths pressed against each other. He was very pleased to find out that the burn from Brandon's beard whiskers was highly pleasurable. Brandon slid his tongue along Lonnie's bottom lip. Lonnie opened his mouth and Brandon went to town. He grabbed Lonnie's head and deepened the kiss. He stroked the boy's tongue with his own. Their heads moved in perfect rhythm. Brandon's breathing hitched as Lonnie's hand slid up his thigh. The boy's knowledgeable fingers found Brandon's cock and slid along his length, stroking and squeezing him through his jeans. Lonnie hoped and prayed that Brandon wouldn't freak out. He wanted the big man so bad, more than he had ever wanted anyone. The thrill of Brandon shooting that big thick load into his mouth was something that he'd never forgot. If Lonnie had his way, he'd be taking care of Brandon's needs as often as he could. Lonnie loved to suck dick and Brandon had the best he'd ever had. He would make Brandon come so hard and so good, he wouldn't go anywhere else. He never thought of himself as a size queen before, but he had revised that opinion since he'd had Brandon. Oh yes, size definitely does matter. "Let me take care of you, big daddy," Lonnie whispered. He meant it as a little joke, but it came out of his mouth all breathy and sexy. "Oh fuck," Brandon groaned. Lonnie's words had sent a shudder down Brandon's spine. There was no way in hell he could resist that. He laid back on the mattress as Lonnie unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, giving him complete access. Brandon looked down at Lonnie, watching him admire the newly freed organ. The fact that he was hard as steel and throbbing wasn't lost on Brandon. Of course his cock got hard for Lonnie. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 03 "God, you're huge," Lonnie moaned as he gripped the base and lifted it away from Brandon's body. "Suck it for me, cupcake," Brandon husked as he reached up and pressed the back of Lonnie's head, sliding his fingers into the silky soft black hair. This time when Brandon called him 'cupcake,' it didn't come out as a sneer. It came out as an endearment and Lonnie's heart swelled. But it was too early to read anything into Brandon's feelings. Brandon just wanted his dick sucked and that was all. He pushed his own feelings into the back of his mind and got busy doing what he did best. He swirled his tongue under Brandon's foreskin, getting him nice and wet. He then pulled the skin back, closed his eyes and took Brandon into his mouth. Brandon gripped Lonnie's hair tight in his fist. He gave a firm push, sending his cock into the back of Lonnie's mouth. Lonnie gagged and slid back up, sucking hard. He swirled his tongue around the head before Brandon pushed him back down. "Too rough?" Brandon grunted. "Mm-mmm," Lonnie replied, shaking his head around Brandon's shaft. "Fuck... Suck my cock..." Lonnie allowed Brandon to push his head up and down, rough fucking him on his cock. He loved every minute of it. His mouth was drooling all over Brandon's thick length. The room was filled with the sounds of slurping and sucking, only overpowered by the grunts and groans spilling from Brandon's throat. Lonnie's own cock was throbbing and pulsing in his pajama pants, just a touch away from shooting. He slipped his other hand under Brandon's shirt and undershirt and raked his fingers through the patch of hair he found. Brandon watched Lonnie suck him. His cheeks were hollowed in and his pouty pink lips were sealed tight around his thick bone. His eyes were closed, but the look of ecstasy on the boy's face was unmistakable. He loved doing this. Up and down he went, over and over. Brandon could feel his tongue fluttering around the shaft and swirling around the head on each upstroke. His hand twisted and pulled on what he couldn't swallow. Absolutely perfect. This boy was made to suck cock. He was made to suck Brandon's cock. He was too fucking good at this. Brandon held back as long as he could, letting Lonnie pleasure him, but he needed to come, and he needed to come in Lonnie's mouth. "Oh god damn, I'm gonna fucking blow. I'm gonna come in your fucking mouth. Swallow it, fuck yeah!" "Mm-hmm," Lonnie moaned, wanting to let Brandon know it was okay, but not wanting to pull off to tell him. Holding his head in place, Brandon bucked his hips up into Lonnie's greedy mouth. Brandon's body went rigid as his muscles tightened. Lonnie's mouth and hand bobbed up and down, faster and faster. With a long groan, Brandon erupted, flooding Lonnie's mouth with jet after jet of thick, hot spunk. Lonnie slowly milked Brandon with his mouth and hands, drawing every bursting rope of thick, hot semen from Brandon's body, swallowing down every precious drop. Once he was satisfied that Brandon was completely finished, Lonnie raised up onto his knees, struggling with the drawstring of his pajamas. He needed to come so bad. Oh god, if he could get these stupid pajamas open, he could jerk himself off. Brandon watched Lonnie trying to free his cock with shaking hands. He reached over and grabbed the waistband of Lonnie's pajamas and gave a firm tug, freeing the little man's boner. Lonnie's dick was cut, but not particularly hung, only about five inches in length on a good day, but a respectable width. It was a good size for a little guy like Lonnie. He looked painfully hard, the dusky shaft swollen a deep purple and dripping wet with pre-come. His balls were already drawn tight to his body. Brandon's eyes were drawn to a small tattoo on Lonnie's hip, on the right side just below his waistline. A green four-leaf clover. For luck. Well, Lonnie was about to get lucky. Without even thinking, Brandon reached over and took Lonnie in his fist. Lonnie cried out in ecstasy as Brandon touched him. He never ever in a million years expected that Brandon would reciprocate, with even just a handjob. The feeling of his thick, rough, calloused fingers on his smooth, ultra-sensitive skin was just too much. A copious amount of pre-come slicked the shaft in Brandon's fist and Brandon's fingers slid easily up and down. Oh god, it was so good! Up and down, up and down. Three strokes was all it took to throw him over the edge. Lonnie's whole body started to shake. "Brandon!" "Yeah, shoot it, boy," Brandon growled. Lonnie's eyes flew open wide at Brandon's words. He bucked up into Brandon's fist and a jet of white hot spunk flew out of Lonnie's dick and landed across Brandon's thigh. Brandon looked back up at Lonnie's face and watched him, mesmerised by the neediness in his face as he stared back at Brandon while he came, and apparently came hard. He kept stroking until Lonnie covered his forearm and hand with his thick load. Brandon's slick fingers slid over the sensitive head and Lonnie grabbed Brandon's wrist, trying to still his movements. "No more," Lonnie begged as Brandon continued to torture the head with his fingers. Lonnie pulled Brandon's hand away from his overworked cock head and slumped over, trying to catch his breath. Lonnie looked down at the big guy in amazement. Before Brandon could react, Lonnie leaned down and kissed him. Brandon seemed shocked and dazed, but recovered quickly. He grabbed the back of Lonnie's head and pulled him closer. Lonnie was pleasantly surprised at the passion in Brandon's kiss. Brandon finally broke the kiss and started to sit up. "Don't move," Lonnie said as he pressed a hand against his chest. "Let me clean you up." Lonnie scrambled to his feet and ran into the bathroom. He grabbed his washcloth and warmed it up in the sink. He wiped himself off, then rinsed off the washcloth with hot water. He returned to the bed, where Brandon was sitting with his messy hand out, trying to keep from touching it against anything. Lonnie wiped him down, cleaning his spunky hand and arm, then wiping off his thigh before cleaning his groin. Brandon suddenly felt awkward. He needed to bolt. He knew how that would look, but Lonnie was a guy. He'd understand. Fuck. Lonnie was a guy. Double fuck. He stuffed his dick back into his jeans and zipped up. "I gotta go." "Okay..." Lonnie got up and followed Brandon to the kitchen back door. "You'll come back tomorrow?" Lonnie asked. He cringed inwardly when he heard how his voice sounded like he was begging. 'Hell, yes', Brandon immediately thought. He could come back. What did they call it? Friends with benefits? Yeah, there was nothing wrong with that. Lonnie could be his friend with benefits. Just buddies helping each other out. Brandon had a buddy who helped him out before. No big deal. But Lonnie looked up at him, so hopeful, yet so vulnerable. Brandon couldn't help but feel awed that the beautiful boy's affections and emotions were directed towards him. He could probably get anyone he wanted, but for whatever reason, he wanted Brandon. Suddenly, the fact that Lonnie was a man didn't seem so important. Brandon let out a small huff of air, melting slightly in Lonnie's gaze. Before he could censor himself, he reached up and ran the back of his knuckles along Lonnie's smooth, delicate jaw. "Yeah, cupcake," Brandon said. "I'll be back tomorrow." Brandon leaned down and pressed a kiss to Lonnie's lips, then was gone. As Brandon walked to his truck, he felt good. He had a spring in his step and he felt relaxed for the first time in a really long time. If Brandon had looked at himself in the rear-view mirror, he would have found that he had a genuine smile on his face. *** Benji slammed the door behind him, hiding in the master bathroom. He scrubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. 'A fucking nag,' Ben had called him. No, he had yelled it at him. After five days of torture, Benji wasn't sure how much more he could take. Maybe it would be better if Ben had a nurse and Benji cancelled his short term disability leave and went back to work. No, he couldn't do that. Ben was his responsibility. He would just have to try harder. He'd get through to him somehow. Their relationship wouldn't be able to survive much more of this. He had to do something. After Benji washed his face, he opened the bathroom door. He was surprised to see Ben laying on the bed, spread eagle with his arms out at his sides, legs slightly spread. He stared up at the ceiling, his face expressionless. Benji walked over to the foot of the bed. "Hi." Ben raised his head and looked at his little man. "Hey." He swallowed and stared back at Benji. He had made his baby cry. Again. His face took on a pained expression at the realization. He let his head fall back on the pillow and he returned his gaze to the ceiling. Benji crawled onto the bed, moving between Ben's legs. He caressed and rubbed Ben's shins, his hands sliding along the gray sweatpants that Ben seemed to live in these days. "Don't push me away, Ben." After a few moments, Ben replied so quietly, Benji had to strain to hear him. "I hate that you have to see me like this..." Ben's eyes met Benji's for just a moment and Benji's heart felt like it might break. Ben looked defeated. Humiliated. Shamed. "Ben, I know we're not married or whatever, but like they say, 'in sickness and in health'. That makes it my responsibility to take care of you. I'm gonna do it whether you like it or not. But it would make it a lot easier on me if you helped me out just a little." Ben continued to stare at the ceiling. As he blinked, Benji saw the moisture pooling there. Maybe he was finally getting through to his big guy. "What if it was me?" Benji asked. "What if I was hurt, broke my arms and needed you to help me? Wouldn't you take care of me?" "You know I would," Ben said vehemently, meeting his eyes directly. "I made a promise to you that I would take care of you. And right now, I'm failing miserably." Benji shook his head. "What am I gonna do with you, big guy?" Ben hadn't shaved all week and he was starting to smell a little ripe. The wifebeater he wore was stained with soup dribbles and a splotch of mustard. The sweatpants hung low on his hips and were snug on his trunk-like thighs. The outline of his flaccid cock was enticing. Without even thinking, Benji reached out and squeezed the meaty cock. Ben's eyes widened and he looked down at Benji in shock. Did Benji still want him, even after everything, even though he was crippled? He couldn't even make love to his baby, at least not right, not like this. Despite this, his cock rapidly hardened under Benji's masterful touch. He pushed his hips up, urging Benji to keep going, to get him off. He hadn't even realized how long he had gone without Benji's touch. Ben was used to being the one in charge. When he was horny, which was all the time when Benji was around, he'd always made sure to let his little man know. And Benji never, ever disappointed him. He was the alpha dog, the one in control. Even if he gave up that control, how the hell was he supposed to please his lover when he couldn't even touch him? Ben prided himself on his ability to drive Benji wild in bed. He always made sure Benji's needs were met, in bed as well as out. Making sure that Benji was taken care of was his number one priority. Benji pulled his hands away and set them on Ben's thighs. Ben groaned and bucked his hips up. "Baby, don't tease me." Benji smiled to himself. He ghosted his fingers lightly over the hot and growing bulge. "You want me to touch you?" "Yes," he hissed. "Jerk me off." "Oh, so now you want my help." Benji dipped his fingers under the waistband of Ben's sweats and stroked the tip of his fingers along the hard shaft that was aching to be set free. He pulled his hands away and moved them back to Ben's thighs. "You're not playing fair," Ben whined. "Maybe. So I suppose I could help you out with your little... well, not so little... your big problem..." Benji slid his hand back into Ben's sweats and gripped the shaft firmly. "And in return you could help me out by being a little bit nicer." "That's blackmail, you little fucker!" Ben's words were harsh, but his voice had a hint of laughter in it. When Benji looked into his face, he saw the beginnings of a smile. The first in what seemed like a long time. Benji pulled his hand away again and Ben groaned and bucked his hips up. "Baby..." "So do we have a deal?" Benji looked down at Ben's crotch. His dick was fully engorged, creating a huge and obscene tent in the sweatpants. Benji's mouth started to water. He looked back up at Ben, hoping his big man would agree. "Yeah. Deal. Just touch me. Anything, baby. I'm dying here!" "Lay back," Benji said in a calm and quiet voice. "Relax. I told you, I'm gonna take care of you. And starting right now, you're gonna do what I say. No complaining, no yelling, and no cussing. You understand me?" Ben almost swallowed his tongue. He couldn't speak, so he nodded his head. He laid back while Benji undressed him, pulling off his wifebeater and his sweats. Benji frowned as he tossed the clothes onto the floor. "Those are going right into the wash." Benji slid his hands up to Ben's groin. He stroked his low-hanging balls, feeling the weight of the big nuts in his palm. He rubbed his hand and fingers around the base of Ben's dick, raking his fingers through the thick bush of hair, slightly damp with sweat. "Fuck," Ben said, frustration echoing in his voice. "I want to touch you." Ben lifted his arms and let them flop back down onto the bed. "Nope. I'm gonna do everything." Benji smirked, trying to make light of their situation. Benji slowly and teasingly stroked his hand up and down Ben's cock. His thick foreskin was velvety soft and it slid easily back and forth over the big head. Benji's fist milked pre-come and he bent forward and licked the sweet nectar from the slit. He ran his thumb over the thick vein on the underside. The shaft throbbed in his hand, aching for attention. Ben was a little ripe, but the musky smell only made Benji even hotter. God, Ben had the best smells. He had planned on drawing it out in a slow, tortuous handjob, but he changed his mind. He just had to taste it. Benji moaned as he took the hot, swollen head into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the crown, sliding under the foreskin. The flavor there was strong and pungent on Benji's tongue. He couldn't help but moan as he cleaned his lover's fat cock, egged on by the groans spilling from Ben's throat. Benji was so turned on he felt like he was on the verge of coming all over himself. "Suck me off," Ben husked though his teeth. "Suck it." Benji pulled off. "Shh. Lay back." He reached up and pressed his hand in the middle of Ben's chest. Ben closed his eyes and relaxed back into the bed. He let Benji work his cock with his mouth. He took it deep into his mouth, into his throat. The suction was perfect. The hands, mouth, tongue... all of it, just right. Fuck, his baby knew how to suck his cock, how to make it so damned good for his man. Benji felt Ben getting close, but he wasn't ready to be done yet. He pulled back, letting Ben fall out of his mouth with a pop and wet slap against his belly. Ben groaned at the sudden lack of suction. He opened his eyes and watched Benji crawl off the bed. Benji stripped off his t-shirt and shorts, then grabbed the bottle of lube off the nightstand. Benji moved back onto the bed, kneeling between Ben's legs. He poured lube onto his fingers. With his eyes trained on Ben's green eyes, he slipped his hand between his legs. "Watch me," Benji whispered. "Watch me get ready for you." Benji slid a pair of fingers into his ass, slowly moving them in and out, stretching and spreading. "Fuck, baby," Ben groaned. "You are so fucking hot." Ben once again cursed his stupid arms. He wanted to grab his cock, grab Benji, grab fucking anything. The only thing he could do was move his left arm and caress Benji's leg with the tips of his fingers. When Ben's fingertips touched Benji's skin, Benji drew in a breath and moaned. "You make me so hot, Ben. You make me need. You turned me into a slut," Benji moaned. "You're my slut," Ben growled as he pressed the ends of his fingers firmly into Benji's flesh. "Only mine." "Yes. Only yours," Benji whispered as he ground his body onto his fingers. 'Enough of that,' Benji thought to himself. He needed Ben inside him right effing now. Benji poured lube all over Ben's cock and slicked it up with his fist. He moved onto Ben's lap, straddling him. He raised up, reached between his legs and wrapped his hand around Ben's shaft, then lined up the head with his quivering hole. He braced himself on Ben's furred chest and pushed down, impaling his ass on Ben's girthy meat. Ben stared up at Benji in wonder. Benji's hazel eyes glassed over and his mouth dropped open as he lowered himself onto Ben. His channel felt so damned tight around his cock as the searing heat enveloped and surrounded him. Benji pushed through the burn. He didn't stop until he was fully impaled on Ben, all ten inches buried deep inside. His own dick lurched and burped pre-come onto Ben's hairy belly. He closed his eyes and hung his head, breathing steadily until he was used to Ben's size. He raised up, then slammed his body down. "Oh god!" he cried out as the head of Ben's cock pegged his prostate. "Yeah," Ben growled. "Fuck me, baby." Benji gripped Ben's body and began to ride his man hard and fast. "Ben! Yes!" He leaned down and pressed his lips to Ben's. Ben pushed his head up, trying to get more contact. He shoved his tongue into Benji's mouth and Benji sucked it into his mouth, pulling on it like it was his cock. Ben pulled his head back. He looked into Benji's eyes and saw the raw emotions there: desire, need, lust and love. Fuck, he loved Benji so fucking much. "I'm close," he growled. "Can't hold back much longer." Benji pulled himself upright. He arched his back up and grabbed his own cock and stroked it fast and furious while bouncing on his man. "Ben..." Ben watched his boy pleasuring himself while impaling his sweet ass onto his cock over and over and it made him crazy. Benji had his head thrown back, mouth gaped open. His hand flew up and down his beet red dick, desperate to come with Ben. Ben dug his heels into the bed and braced his arms and bucked his hips up as hard as he could. He stabbed at Benji's sweet spot over and over, making Benji scream in ecstasy. Benji froze and then he exploded, fountaining jets of spunk all over Ben's body. Ben continued to thrust up into Benji, not stopping even when he started to come. His orgasm was so intense, he nearly blacked out for a second. Benji's voice echoed in his ear, bringing him back. "Love you, Ben... Love you, love you, love you..." Benji slumped forward, collapsing onto Ben's beefy chest, smearing his sticky semen between their bodies. He wrapped his arms around Ben and held him tight. Ben moved his arms so that he cradled Benji between his casts. He rubbed Benji's side with the tips of his left-hand fingers. It was the best he could do. "I love you, baby," Ben whispered in Benji's ear. "I'm sorry I'm such a grumpy bastard. You forgive me?" "Yeah. But remember, what I say goes from now on. At least until you can use your arms." Benji nipped at Ben's earlobe with his teeth. Ben growled and his cock twitched and started to grow. "I guess if you're gonna take care of me like this, then I suppose I can do that." Benji smiled and pressed a kiss on Ben's lips. "I'm gonna take such good care of you, Ben. That's my job." Before Ben could protest, Benji kissed him again. "It's my job, just as much as it is yours. You're my man. So you're gonna let me take care of you. It's a messed up situation, but we just have to make the most of it." Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 03 Ben let out a soft breath. "I don't deserve you." "Sure you do. We deserve each other." "I'll be good from now on." "You better. But remember this: you be good to me, and I'll be good to you." Ben groaned as a sly smile spread across Benji's cheeks. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The couple laid together in silence for a while. Ben thought that Benji had fallen asleep, until the little man stirred and let out a happy sigh. What he wouldn't give to be able to take Benji for a ride on his bike right now. A long ride would go a long way in relaxing both of their nerves. Speaking of the bike... "Hey, did the insurance company call about my bike?" "Yeah. The adjuster called while you were sleeping. They said your bike was a total loss and they're sending you a check." "Fuck. I didn't really see the bike after, see how bad the damage was. Damn. That was a custom Softail. It's gonna take me a while to find a replacement." Benji sat up, and his jaw dropped open. "What? You're gonna buy another bike?" "Of course I am," Ben said with a frown. "But... You got hurt. I don't want you to get hurt again, Ben. What if..." Benji's voice trailed off and he turned away from Ben, trying to hide the pain that was all over his face. Ben tapped Benji with his cast, urging Benji to looking back at him. "It was an accident, Benji. I could have easily been in an accident with my truck. I'm not gonna let something like that stop me from riding. You understand, don't you, baby?" Even though the thought scared the hell out of Benji, he did understand. Riding on the bike with Ben was freeing. The pleading look on Ben's face was the clincher. He knew that if he protested enough, Ben would back down and give up riding motorcycles. He couldn't do that to him. "I guess. But, you'll be extra careful, right?" "I'm always careful. But I'll be extra careful just for you." "Well, okay..." Benji slid off to Ben's side and laid his head down on Ben's arm. He found the cast a little too hard, so he lifted his head up and pulled his pillow down a bit, then laid back down. He let his fingers run circles through Ben's chest hair. Ben pressed his lips to the top of Benji's head. "You can help me find one if you want. Since you'll be riding on back." Ben felt Benji's body tense up. It seemed his baby was scared of motorcycles now. Benji shook his head. "I don't know, Ben..." "Don't worry, baby," Ben said quietly, soothingly. "We'll take it slow. We can start off by just sitting on the bike in the garage. Get you comfortable. Maybe get you naked. Then we'll see what happens." Benji closed his eyes and his dick started to fill and press against Ben's thigh as he thought of that last time they rode. He had acted so slutty, getting naked and begging. Ben didn't even get undressed. He just pulled out his boner, bent him over the bike and took him. Hard and fast. Benji's face flushed as the memory played in his mind. He ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips and swallowed and laid his head on Ben's shoulder. "I guess it would be okay to try that." Ben grinned. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 04 "Fuck!" Brandon slumped back with a groan. "God damn, you know how to suck cock." Lonnie raised his head from Brandon's lap and made a show of swallowing the remainder of Brandon's load. "I love sucking you." "That fucking mouth of yours is gonna give me a fucking heart attack." Lonnie snickered, then planted a kiss on the end of Brandon's cock. He let it fall and it slapped heavily against Brandon's thigh, totally sated. Lonnie smiled, congratulating himself on a job well done. He planted a soft kiss on Brandon's belly. "C'mere," Brandon growled. He grabbed Lonnie and pulled him forward. Lonnie straddled Brandon, planting his knees on each side of his hips. Oh, fuck yeah. Lonnie had never sat on Brandon like this before. He liked the view of the younger man sitting on his spent cock. He wondered briefly what it would feel like to have Lonnie ride him. Brandon spit into his palm and grabbed Lonnie's dick. He slid his hand up and down, twisting and turning, slow and steady. Brandon had done this enough over the past few days to know exactly how Lonnie liked it. Lonnie arched his back and braced his hands on Brandon's thighs. Brandon's other hand roamed up and down Lonnie's tight little body. His tiny nipples were hard and pointy. Brandon wondered if Lonnie liked them played with. He reached up and pinched one of the little brown nubs. He flicked his thumb back and forth across it and Lonnie bucked up into his hand. 'That answers that question,' Brandon thought with a smirk. "Brandon, oh god, Brandon," Lonnie moaned. His whimpers and moans grew louder and higher pitched. His body went rigid and started to shake uncontrollably. Brandon knew that he was about to shoot. Lonnie's body was so responsive, so predictable, so in tune to his touch. When Lonnie was about to come, he shook so hard that Brandon thought he might just shake himself apart one of these times. He could make the boy come so easily with a lethal combination of twists, turns and tweaks. All from Brandon's hand. Brandon wondered if Lonnie's previous lovers did this for him, did it this good for him. He refused to think about them, touching Lonnie's lithe and delicate body. The thought of anyone else's hands on Lonnie pissed him off. Brandon continued to stroke Lonnie's cock steadily while he tweaked the boy's nipple. He was about to lose it. Any second now... Lonnie drew in a sharp gasp and thrust up into Brandon's hand, fucking the slick fist. "Daddy, I'm coming!" Pearly white strings of jizz spurted all over Brandon's chest. It covered his stomach and spilled down his hand. The release was clearly intense. Lonnie drew in deep gasps of air, his whole body shuddering and heaving. Brandon couldn't help but chuckle and Lonnie laughed with him. "Oh!" Lonnie grabbed Brandon's wrist, stilling his hand with a hiss. Brandon still managed to swipe his hand up Lonnie's dick once more, twisting around the head as he stroked up. "Oh god!" Lonnie cried out as his body convulsed. He yanked Brandon's hand away from his raw, over-sensitive dick. "Wow, you're good at that," he said with a happy sigh. "Had a lot of practice, cupcake," Brandon chuckled as he made a 'jerk off' motion with his messy fist. Lonnie leaned down and kissed Brandon. "I like when you call me cupcake," he whispered against the bigger man's lips. Brandon kissed Lonnie back until Lonnie pulled away to take a breath. Brandon was holding his spunky hand out, trying not to let it touch anywhere. Brandon looked at his hand and snickered. His cupcake had a cream center. Images of Twinkies ran through Brandon's head. Nope, Lonnie was no Twinkie. He was definitely a cupcake. His cupcake. Lonnie grabbed the slimy hand and brought it up to his mouth. He stared into Brandon's eyes while he sucked and licked it until it was clean. Brandon watched him with a wide-eyed lusty stare and that made Lonnie smirk with glee. Brandon may be confused about his sexuality, but there was no denying what made the man hot. Lonnie let out a soft sigh, then happily snuggled against Brandon and laid his head down on the big man's furry chest, not caring that he was laying in puddles of his own cooling spunk. After a moment's hesitation, Brandon's arms slipped around him, holding him tight. Brandon swallowed but didn't speak. The feelings coursing through him were so confusing. For the past five days, he had come to Lonnie every night. They shared dinner together, talking and laughing, getting to know each other more and more. Lonnie was so easy to talk to. Brandon told Lonnie personal things he didn't normally share, even telling him details about his marriage and the subsequent failure. He found himself spilling out things he never even told Ben, like how humiliated he was by Ginny walking out on him, how he felt like a total failure. Even though their marriage was completely dysfunctional, it still bruised his ego. They talked about his mom and having to put her in a home when she got sick, and how hard it was to walk away and leave her there. He even told Lonnie about how he bawled like a baby as soon as he found himself alone in his truck. He never told a single soul about that. Lonnie had put his hand on Brandon's and held it, looking up at him with sympathetic eyes. They talked about his remodeling business and how it was struggling in the economy. They weren't in danger of going under, but he really hoped the flip would bring them a new source of revenue. He had ten full-time employees to take care of. It wasn't just one way, Brandon unloading everything onto Lonnie. Lonnie also talked about growing up always feeling a little different. The white kids didn't like him because he wasn't white enough. The Asian kids didn't like him because he didn't speak Japanese and was too American. And not only did he not look like the other kids, but he also struggled with his sexuality for a long time. He grew up being called 'sissy' and then later 'fag'. He came to terms with being gay in his late teens and came out to his mom after he graduated from high school, but he just couldn't tell his dad. He loved his dad, but he always made him feel inadequate. It was comforting to Brandon to be able to talk to someone about all of the bullshit floating around in his head. It was also nice to just spend time with someone, kicking back, relaxing, talking about work and how their days went. Brandon had his own home, but it was empty and lonely. He had friends like Ben and Walker, but they had lives of their own. Was it pathetic that he'd rather spend time in an abandoned house with Lonnie and Ricky than his own home? The nights would eventually lead to the two of them laying together on Lonnie's mattress. That second night, Brandon brought him a new set of sheets to make it more comfortable. Each time, Lonnie rocked Brandon's world, giving him mind-blowing head like he never had in his life. Lonnie seemed very appreciative of the handjobs that Brandon gave him, always climaxing hard, his moans and whimpers shamelessly loud. And when Lonnie called him 'daddy'... fuck, it made him so damn hot. That word -- "daddy" -- seemed to naturally spill out of Lonnie's mouth, like the spunk he sucked out of "big daddy's" dick. Talk about a trigger. It let a man know that his boy knew who he belonged to. Brandon wondered if Lonnie knew what it did to him. And last night, Brandon had even spent the night. After Lonnie gave him an amazing full-body massage, concentrating on the tight knots in his neck and shoulders, Brandon couldn't have got up even if he wanted to. When Lonnie whispered a plea of "stay, please," Brandon pulled him close and they slept, Brandon holding Lonnie in his arms through the night. It felt so right spooned up against the little man. Lonnie had fallen asleep right away, and he looked so angelic laying on his hands folded under his cheek. Brandon surrounded him and protected him with his big warm body, holding his smooth and lean body against his softer and hairier bulk. Brandon now looked down at the young man laying on his chest. His heart was pounding in his chest, echoing in his ears. He was relaxed but stressed out at the same time. His body wanted to lay like this forever, let someone take care of him, make him feel good, take the stress away. His mind wanted him to run, fast and hard and not look back. "You're amazing," Lonnie whispered. He pressed his lips to Brandon's chest, then sat up and kissed Brandon's lips again, this time harder. He opened his mouth and let his tongue tickle the bigger man's lips. Brandon opened up and stroked his tongue against Lonnie's. Their kisses quickly turned heated, passionate beyond anything they had done before. Brandon held tight onto Lonnie, and rolled them over so that Lonnie was underneath him. Lonnie's legs spread automatically as Brandon moved on top of him, cradling the big man between his thighs. Brandon covered his smaller body completely, making him feel really safe and protected for the first time in a long time. He knew that Brandon was a good man, despite that outward attitude he used to keep people at bay. If he could just break through that shell, they could be so good together. He just knew it. With a groan, Brandon kissed Lonnie. Lonnie poured all of his emotions into the kiss, letting the big mountain of a man ravish his mouth. He could feel Brandon's cock coming back to life as it pressed beneath his balls, its full ten inches nudging into his crack as if it was drawn towards his target. Lonnie's hole twitched in anticipation and Lonnie whimpered into Brandon's mouth. Brandon pulled off Lonnie's lips and kissed a trail down his jawline to his neck. He licked and sucked at Lonnie's neck, his whiskers rubbing the skin red, his mouth pulling blood to the surface, boldly marking him. His calloused hands caressed the baby soft skin of Lonnie's body, making Lonnie tremble underneath him, making Lonnie whimper and moan. Brandon loved the power he had over the boy. Brandon's beard rubbed against Lonnie's skin, sending ripples of pleasure down his spine directly to his groin. "Feels so good," Lonnie whimpered, arching his head back to give Brandon more access to his neck, while also pressing his aching dick against Brandon's furry goodness. Brandon growled while rubbing and kissing Lonnie's neck and shoulders. "Yeah, cupcake. You feel so fucking good." Lonnie's body bucked underneath Brandon's. He was so big and heavy, his hairy bulk pushing him down into the mattress. His huge cock pressed harder underneath Lonnie's ball sack. Lonnie's groin contracted and his hole twitched again in anticipation. He couldn't think straight. He knew damn well that it was not a good idea to go all the way with Brandon. He tended to become too emotionally involved with people he had sex with. He would just have to deal with that later. All he knew was that he needed Brandon inside him right now, more than he ever needed anyone or anything in the world. "Fuck me," Lonnie groaned. "Fuck me, big daddy." Lonnie slapped his hand to the edge of the mattress. He felt around until he found what he was looking for. He pulled back a near full tube of gel and pushed it into Brandon's hand. "Please, Brandon. I need you. I need you inside me." Brandon was operating on autopilot, not giving a second thought to what he was about to do, or the line that he was about to cross. The sound of Lonnie's needy voice was just too much. Holy mother of god, he was actually begging to be fucked! Brandon squeezed the slippery gel onto his fingers and smeared them into the crack of Lonnie's ass. He grabbed his cock and started to push up onto his knees, but Lonnie grabbed his wrist. "You need to stretch me out first," Lonnie said. "Oh. Yeah. Right. Sorry." Brandon pushed a slick finger into the boy, then slid in another when Lonnie begged for it. "Like that?" Brandon asked, hoping that he was doing it right. He didn't want to hurt him, but right now he didn't have the patience for long, drawn out foreplay. He wanted to fuck. Lonnie's ringed muscle throbbed around Brandon's fingers, squeezing him so tight it felt like his hole was trying to snap his fingers off. Brandon's mind had a single purpose: to bury his fat cock inside that hole, to feel it squeeze and throb around him. There were no other thoughts, no other priorities. "Yes," Lonnie groaned. His hands fisted the sheets, gripping them with tight knuckles. "More." Brandon pushed in three thick fingers. He pumped and turned, twisted and scissored. He watched in amazement at Lonnie's reactions. The little guy was clearly loving what Brandon was doing to him. He bucked his hips up into the air, then backed his ass up against Brandon's fingers. He wanted to get fucked. Well, god damn it, his ass was going to get fucked. "God, Brandon. That's enough. I need you inside me. Oh, god, I need you so bad." Brandon hesitated for a second. He needed Lonnie to know about the test before things went further. "I got tested... I'm clean." "Me too." A silent acknowledgement passed between the two of them. Lonnie turned over onto his hands and knees, presenting himself to Brandon. Brandon squeezed more gel into his hand and coated his cock. Brandon moved up behind him and used his meaty paws to spread the cheeks of the smaller man's ass. His little brown pucker winked at him and Brandon's cock jerked in response. His ass looked so small, he wasn't sure Lonnie would be able to take him. But he sure as hell was gonna try. He lined the tip of his cock up to its shiny target, and with a push, the head slid into Lonnie. Lonnie hissed in pain as Brandon breached his muscled ring. He had never had a cock so big. As Brandon pushed in, Lonnie pushed out, easing his entry. Brandon gripped his hips with his big, rough hands, making sure he couldn't get away, not that Lonnie was going anywhere. Lonnie breathed slow and deep and willed himself to relax through the burn. He wanted this. No way was he going to back out now. The spasming slowed and his sphincter relaxed and opened up for his man. Yes, he thought of Brandon as his. This morning when he woke in Brandon's arms, with the big man's warm body spooned behind him, he knew. He was beyond falling hard and fast for the man. And with Brandon inside him now, he knew it was too late. He was already there. When Brandon felt Lonnie's body opening for him, he pushed forward, sliding in deeper and deeper. Once he was buried completely inside the boy, he held still. His ass felt so damned tight, so hot, so soft. If he moved he knew that he would come and it would be all over before it started. Brandon kneaded and squeezed the round cheeks of Lonnie's perfect ass. He spread them with his thumbs and looked where their bodies were connected. Brandon knew he was hung like a horse, but he just couldn't believe how the tiny little hole stretched out for his girth. The dark auburn bush surrounding his cock spilled thickly onto Lonnie's smooth and pale cheeks, providing a sharp contrast in color. His low-hanging nuts rested against Lonnie's tightened sack. Brandon didn't have to reach down and feel between Lonnie's legs to know that Lonnie was rock hard and dripping. "Move, Brandon. Please." Brandon gripped Lonnie's hips and slowly pulled back until the ridge of his crown broke free of the tight muscle. He gently pushed forward until he was once again buried completely. When Lonnie moaned and pushed his ass back against him, he pulled back and snapped forward once again. He began moving faster and faster, building up speed and intensity. "Shit," he grunted. "Tighter than fuck..." Lonnie panted as Brandon slammed into him. His dick was hard as a steel, pressed against his belly, dripping pre-come onto the mattress beneath him. Then Brandon moved and hit his sweet spot. "Yes! Right there! Oh god!" he cried out as stars danced in front of his eyes and waves of pleasure soared up his spine. "There? Like that?" Brandon accented each word with a snap of his hips. When Lonnie cried out in ecstasy, Brandon made sure he hit the spot over and over. Their skin slapped against each other, the sounds loudly echoing throughout the empty room. "Oh my god," Lonnie moaned as he pushed back against Brandon. "Fuck yeah, back that ass up on my cock, boy." Lonnie's breathing hitched and he started to tremble. Brandon usually preferred doggy style when he fucked, but this time he wanted to see Lonnie's face. He pulled back and flipped Lonnie over onto his back. Before the boy could protest, he grabbed Lonnie's legs and pushed them towards his chest. He slid forward on his knees and sank into him, all the way to the root in one push. He leaned down onto his hands, hovering over Lonnie. Lonnie looked up at him in wonder, bringing his hands up to Brandon's chest. He scratched his fingers through Brandon's thick pelt of chest hair. His brown eyes silently pleaded. He wrapped his legs around Brandon's hips and arched upwards. Brandon couldn't look away from Lonnie. He slammed his hips forward, in and out, up and down, around and round. Hard and fast, slow and easy. When he found Lonnie's g-spot, he made sure to hit it over and over. Lonnie's body was writhing beneath him. He arched his back up and slumped back down onto the bed over and over, his breathing was quick and shallow. "Fuck me, daddy," he whispered. "So good, so good..." Lonnie's words inflamed Brandon's desire. Every time he called him 'daddy', his cock swelled and throbbed. Brandon couldn't believe how tight Lonnie's ass was. His tunnel milked his cock, bathing it in silky soft heat. And the way Lonnie was responding... Christ. Brandon never had someone respond to him this way before. He seemed to be enjoying it as much as Brandon was, maybe even more. Soft little high-pitched whimpers and moans spilled from his lips, turning Brandon's crank even harder. He wondered for a second if he was faking it like his ex-wife. He looked down between their bodies and saw the evidence of Lonnie's arousal. His dick was hard and swollen, deep purple and sopping wet with need, his ball sack already drawn up tight. With every snap of Brandon's hips, every thrust across his prostate, Lonnie's dick throbbed, oozing pre-come all over his belly. "Harder, daddy." Jesus! Brandon looked back at Lonnie and became lost in the emotions on his face. He thrust without abandon, slamming into his boy's ass like a jackhammer. He could hear himself grunting like an animal, but he couldn't help it. He was giving it to Lonnie as hard as he could, pounding him straight into the mattress. And Lonnie took it all, everything Brandon dished out, pushing back against his body, pressing his aching dick into Brandon's soft furry belly, clawing against his back and sides, whimpering and begging for more. Lonnie's body suddenly went rigid. His toes curled and he dug his heels into Brandon's thrusting ass. He moaned wantonly, digging the fingers of both of his hands into Brandon's back. "Daddy," he gasped. Brandon could feel Lonnie's whole body shaking uncontrollably. Brandon's eyes widened. Was Lonnie about to come? Lonnie's mouth then fell open in a silent scream and his back arched up hard and swift. Brandon gasped as his cock was gripped in what felt like a vise grip. Lonnie's ass muscles began contracting around him and Brandon felt bursts of hot liquid between their bodies. He lifted up and looked down at Lonnie's cock, and watched it spurt jets of come onto his sucked-in belly. Holy fucking shit. He had fucked the come right out of Lonnie. The knowledge that he had given the boy the ultimate pleasure, that he had fucked him so good that he had come without even so much as a touch... it was just too much. "Lonnie, I'm--! Oh, Jesus, fuck!" Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 04 Brandon's rhythm faltered and his thrusting became erratic as he began unloading a huge load into Lonnie's still quivering chute. Brandon's vision faded as stars shot across his mind. Spurt after spurt of hot cream burst deep into Lonnie until Brandon finally lost control of his arms and collapsed hard onto Lonnie's body, still hard, still buried deep inside the smaller man. He tried to pull back, but Lonnie's hands grabbed him and held him in place. "No. Stay..." Brandon opened his eyes, and they slowly focused on the man underneath him. Lonnie had one hand digging into his shoulder. The other held tight to the nape of his neck. His heart pounded in his chest and emotions overwhelmed him as he looked down and tried to focus on the man underneath him. Lonnie was whispering and Brandon struggled to hear his words. "... love you, big daddy. Love you, Brandon..." Brandon panicked at the spoken words and the raw emotion they held. The reality of what just happened slammed into him. He had his cock buried inside another man. He couldn't breathe. He pulled back suddenly, sliding out of the tight body, yanking away from Lonnie's grasp, and smacking his hand away. "I ain't no faggot!" Lonnie looked up at Brandon in shock, looking as if Brandon had punched him in the gut. He twisted from underneath Brandon and wrapped a blanket around his body and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Brandon couldn't believe he had said that. He was a fucking idiot. "Fuck!" he shouted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He slammed his fist into the drywall, leaving a gaping hole. He was a fucking idiot, but he needed to get the hell out of here. He couldn't stay here and process this at the same time. Brandon quickly got dressed, pausing only to wipe his dick and hands on the sheets. He paused outside the bathroom door, where he heard the muffled sounds of Lonnie's sobs. Brandon's chest tightened and he reached for the doorknob, but his pride made him draw back. He finally forced his feet to move and he stumbled to the bedroom door, feeling like his heart was in his stomach. It took everything in his power to leave the bedroom. He opened the door, stepping over Ricky's sleeping body. Ricky bounced up and followed Brandon to the back door. Brandon left without a word, climbing into his truck. He clutched at the steering wheel with white knuckles. His heart was pounding and his head throbbed. He drove mindlessly, unaware where he was going. He just needed to get far away. *** "Thank you, baby," Ben mumbled, unable to Look Benji in the eye. Benji smiled and leaned in and pressed a kiss to Ben's red cheek. He had never seen his man blush so hard. It was kind of endearing. He helped Ben up and reached around and flushed the toilet. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Ben scoffed. "Are you kidding me? I have no dignity left." Benji laughed and washed his hands, then moved to the shower. He reached in and adjusted the knobs and looked back at Ben. "Come on. You need a shower. You know it's bad when I think you're starting to stink." Ben's shoulders slumped. "Jesus, Benji. You're killing me. Leave me with a little pride, will ya?" "I'm just playing with you. You know I love you, Ben." Benji pulled out two protective bags and wrapped Ben's casts and secured and sealed them with thick rubber bands. After testing the water temperature, he stepped into the shower and held out his hand. Ben moved forward and Benji guided him into the shower and closed the curtain behind them. "Okay, now, just relax. We do this all the time." "Yeah, but this time, I won't get to return the favor," he said. He reached up and poked Benji with a plastic coated hand. Benji looked up and saw the sad look on Ben's face. He pressed up onto his tip-toes and gave his man a kiss. "You can make it up to me when you get your casts off." Benji took the shower gel and washcloth and scrubbed over every inch of Ben's body until he was squeaky clean. He then went over his body again one more time with just his hands to rinse him off thoroughly. Ben's cock had risen as soon as Benji started to touch him. Now it looked achingly hard. His foreskin had partially retracted to reveal a deep crimson head. "I need to clean this too, I guess." Benji took Ben's cock in his hand, pulling back the foreskin and cleaning all around. He slid the foreskin back over the head and Ben drew in a hiss of breath. Benji gripped the thick shaft with both of his hands. He dropped down to his knees and slid his hands up and down together. Ben looked down at his lover. Benji looked so hot down on his knees. The double-fisted handjob he was giving him felt so damned good. Benji's hazel eyes stared up at Ben, hooded and filled with desire. "You keep that up and I'm gonna shoot my load all over your face, baby." Benji's eyes widened at Ben's husky spoken words. "Then come on me, Ben," he whispered. "Shoot it all over me." Ben couldn't help but groan at the sight before him: Benji on his knees, tugging on Ben's cock with both hands, which was aimed straight for his face. The whispered words brought him even closer. Benji flicked his tongue on the underside of the head, tickling the bundle of nerves where his foreskin connected. Fuck, Ben once more wished he could grab onto his baby. He was about to lose it. Hell yeah, he was about to give his baby one mother of a facial. "Open your mouth, baby. Keep going. Here it comes!" Benji opened his mouth just in time. The head of Ben's cock flared and a string of white cream splattered across Benji's face, running from his nose to his forehead. Benji let out a whimper but didn't back away. In fact, he leaned in closer just in time for the second blast to splatter smack in the middle of his forehead. By the time Ben finished, Benji's face, lips and tongue were covered in his thick milky fluid. Benji kept one hand with a tight grip on Ben's cock. The other reached down between his legs. His eyes never left Ben's as his hand slid up and down, using Ben's jizz for lube. It only took a few strokes before Benji cried out. His face twisted in agonizing pleasure as he unloaded his balls onto the tub floor. Benji's eyes never left Ben's. Using Ben's softening dick, he ran it over his face, then licked it clean. "God damn, you are so fucking hot," Ben whispered. "Stand up." Benji gripped Ben's thick, muscled thigh and pulled himself up to his feet. Ben put his plastic-covered left arm around Benji to hold him in place, then leaned down and kissed him hard, deep and penetrating. He ran his tongue along Benji's messy chin. He sucked his chin clean, then gently nipped him with his teeth. "I fucking love you, baby." Benji grinned. "I love you, too." Ben turned his body so that Benji could get under the spray. After Benji rinsed his face off, he poured shower gel onto the washcloth. Ben couldn't help, but he stood behind Benji while he cleaned his self up. Benji stayed close while he washed, leaning back against Ben's big body. A part of Benji's body always remained in contact with Ben's while he washed himself. Ben was grateful for the intimate physical contact. He couldn't touch Benji with his hands, but this was the next best thing. Once Benji was clean, he grabbed the wet/dry razor and shaved Ben's face. Benji reshaped and touched up his thick mustache into the thick horseshoe shape he found so sexy. Ben dropped his head and kissed the top of Benji's blond head. He had been such a bastard to him, but Benji never gave up on him. In sickness and in health. Ben decided right then and there that he would make it up to his little man. Just as soon as he was able to, he would prove to Benji just how much he was loved. After Benji dried off Ben and himself and got rid of the plastic bags, they moved to the closet. Benji helped Ben step into a clean pair of gray cut-off sweats and pulled a wifebeater onto him. Benji pulled up the sweat shorts, adjusted Ben's flaccid dick and tied the drawstring. "God, your dick is big," he whispered to himself at the sight of the obscene bulge between Ben's legs. He traced a finger along the outline of the big cock, then gave the head a little pinch. Benji pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and slipped into one of Ben's baggy t-shirts. Ben groaned in his chest at the sight of his baby in his shirt. He bent his head down, silently asking for a kiss. Benji responded by pushing onto his toes and pressing his lips against Ben's. He twisted his fingers through the short hairs at the base of Ben's neck. "Are you hungry? I can make you a snack. You really need to eat before you take your pill tonight." "Yeah. I could eat." Sitting at the table with Toby laying at their feet, Benji fed Ben a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of chicken soup. Ben didn't complain, not even once. And the whole time, Ben ran his foot over Toby's back and head, soothing and petting the little schnauzer. When Ben was finished, Benji ate his own sandwich. Ben sat with him until he was finished, occasionally leaning in to take a sip of ice water out of the cup with a bendy straw that Benji set out for him. "Do you think Brandon is having sex with Lonnie?" Benji asked suddenly, out of the blue. Ben nearly choked on his tongue. He let the straw fall from his mouth as he looked at Benji in shock. "The kid from the hospital? Hell no. No way!" He shook his head. He couldn't even imagine his older brother having sex with another guy. Since his divorce, he had a different girl in his bed every week. Some of the stories Brandon told him would melt Benji's ears. "I don't know. You didn't see the way they were looking at each other. I thought Brandon was going to burst into flames when Lonnie put on his shirt. Kinda the way you were looking at me a bit ago," he said with a snicker. "You know Brandon found him and his dog living in that foreclosed house after he got kicked out of his dad's. His dad is an asshole. It's really sad." "Well, I was a little out of it at the time. But anyway, Brandon's straight. He never gave me any indication that he might be even remotely gay. You heard some of the stories he tells." Benji shrugged as he swallowed the last bite of his sandwich. "Well, maybe those are just stories, you know? I wonder if Brandon might be lonelier than he lets on. And maybe he's bisexual. And he's joked more than once about 'trying anything once'. Anyways, why put a label on it, you know? He should be able to be with whoever he wants, as long as it makes him happy." Ben thought about what Benji was saying for a moment. "I suppose. I don't see it though." "Well, if they aren't, then Brandon needs to be careful and not lead him on, because I think Lonnie has feelings for him. But I bet you five bucks they are totally, you know..." Benji smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. "Doing it." Ben shook his head. "Since when did you become a gossiping little hen? You've been hanging around Mona at work too much." Benji laughed as he got up and grabbed their dirty dishes. He jumped in surprise when Ben leaned forward and nipped his shoulder with his teeth. "Thank you, Benji. Have I told you how much I love you?" "Yeah, but it's always nice to hear again." Benji's eyes glistened as he leaned in and kissed Ben once more. The ringing of the doorbell broke them apart. "Who the hell could that be at this time of night?" Ben said with a frown, looking up at the clock as Toby tore through the house yapping his fool head off. *** "Brandon?" Benji opened the door wider, letting Ben's big brother inside. "Is everything okay?" Brandon reached down and rubbed his hand all over Toby's head while Toby tried to climb up his leg. The miniature schnauzer was very happy to see his 'uncle' on this unexpected visit. Brandon looked back up at Benji's questioning face. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Am I interrupting anything?" "No, we just finished eating a late-night snack," Ben said as he slid up behind Benji and nuzzled his nose against the side of Benji's head. He looked at his brother with a frown. Something was definitely going on with Brandon. Brandon's eyes darted between him and Benji and he shuffled nervously between his feet. "Hey, bro. Can I talk to you for a minute?" Benji realized that whatever it was seemed serious and Brandon didn't seem to want to discuss it in front of him, so he offered the man a way out. "Do you want something to eat, Brandon? We had grilled cheese and soup. It won't take me long to make you one." "That'd be great, Benji," he said. He looked back at Ben. "Can we go out back?" Brandon shut the back door behind him, with Toby squeezing through the door at the last second, and he rushed to pull out one of the patio chairs for Ben. He helped his brother settle down in one of the seats and then sat down across from him. Toby settled under Ben's chair and sat back on his butt, looking up between the two brothers. Ben sat quietly and patiently, not wanting to push. Brandon pulled his lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his jacket and lit a smoke. They sat in silence for a few moments until Brandon finally looked up at Ben. "You and Benji seem to be getting along." Ben looked at Brandon suspiciously, wondering where that came from. "Yeah... We kind of went through a rough patch this week, but we worked it out." "Good. Benji called me a couple of times this week--" Ben straightened in his chair, but Brandon held out his hand. "He would never say anything bad about you or betray you in any way. I just got the feeling that maybe you weren't treating him very well. He seemed kinda depressed. And I know how you get when you're sick." "Yeah. But we worked it out. Like I said. I'm gonna make it up to him." "Good. Don't let him get away, Ben." "I don't plan on it." Ben watched Brandon bring his cigarette up to his mouth and draw in a long pull. As he exhaled, he stared down at the glowing tip and flicked the filter with his thumb. He lifted his head and met Brandon's eyes. "I fucked Lonnie." Ben was definitely not expecting those words from his brother's mouth. Good thing he wasn't taking a drink, or he might have covered Brandon in a spray of water. "You... Um... Okay... You don't look happy about it. What's going on? Talk to me." "It started the night we went to the hospital. When I dropped him off, we kind of got into... a fight, I guess. He ended up sucking me off." Brandon closed his eyes. "And god damn, if it wasn't the best blowjob I ever had. He even fucking swallowed, Ben." Brandon laughed mirthlessly. 'Damn. Benji was right,' Ben thought, but he remained silent, letting Brandon tell his story at his own pace. "I couldn't stop myself from going back. I couldn't stay away. And it's not just sex. He's easy to talk to, easy to be around... But tonight... It just happened. I fucked him." "What about all those girls you always talk about, Bran?" "I made 'em up." Brandon gave Ben a sheepish look. "They were mostly stories from when I was younger, in the service. I didn't want you to think I was some pathetic lonely loser who couldn't get laid." "You're an idiot. You know I would never think that about you. So was it just something that happened, something that you wanted to try? Or is it more than that?" Brandon sighed. "It was the best sex I ever had, man. So fucking intense, I don't think I ever came so hard in my life. I about blacked out it was so damn good. It was rough, raw... I was a fucking beast, man. And Lonnie.... whew..." Brandon shook his head at the memory of Lonnie's intense climax, the way he looked at Brandon. Brandon thought for a moment, then looked back at Ben. "We didn't use protection." "What? You really should get tested. Benji and I got tested. We don't use rubbers anymore, but you really gotta be more responsible, Bran." "I got tested on Tuesday, actually. I'm all clean. And I know Lonnie's clean, too." "Okay. Don't worry about that for now; but you're gonna have to deal with that later. You got other things to worry about. So what happened? Why are you here and not at home with Lonnie?" "I freaked out. Afterwards, we were..." Brandon's eyes darted away from Ben when he quietly added, "cuddling." He cleared his throat and looked back up at Ben. "He said he loved me." Ben groaned and dropped his head. "Aw geez, what've you done?" Brandon looked down in shame. "I pushed him away and said 'I ain't no fag' or something like that." "Jesus, Bran!" "He ran out of the room crying and locked himself in the bathroom." "Ya think?!" "I didn't know what to do. It makes me sick to my stomach thinking about it. I wanted to hug him and tell him I was sorry, but--" "But you're stubborn as a god damned mule," Brandon finished. "And you let your pride get in the way." "You should talk. You--" "Wait a minute," Ben interrupted. "Where did this happen? Don't tell me you fucked that boy on a dirty mattress in that abandoned house." Brandon winced. "When you say it like that..." Ben shook his head. "You got a lot to make up for, bro. If he even wants you back. I'm assuming that's what you're going to do, right? You wouldn't be here, be this upset if it was just a single meaningless fuck, am I right?" Brandon sucked down the last of his cigarette, then flicked the butt into the yard. He fumbled with his cigarette pack, trying to decide if he wanted another smoke. He looked back at Ben with pained eyes, and shrugged his shoulders. "Am I gay, Ben?" he asked quietly. Ben let out a deep breath and thought about what he wanted to say, and thought about what Benji told him. "You're the only one who can answer that, Bran. You like girls, and maybe you like guys, too. Maybe you're bi. Why put a label on it? You be with whoever makes you happy. Don't worry about gay/straight/bi labels. So it comes down to one question. Does Lonnie make you happy, Bran?" Brandon looked away, but nodded his head. He covered his eyes with his hand and drew in a ragged breath. Outside of a couple of rough visits with their mom, Ben couldn't recall the last time he had seen his brother cry. "When did you get to be so fucking smart?" Brandon asked. He sniffled and stood up. "I gotta go." "Go get your boy, Bran." Brandon leaned down and pressed a kiss on top of his brother's head and gave him a couple of love taps on his cheek with his open palm. Ben and Toby followed Brandon back into the house. Brandon told Benji "sorry" as he raced through the hall and disappeared out the front door. He was gone before Benji could even say 'goodbye'. Benji looked back at Ben, and his mouth turned up in a smirk. He held out his hand, palm up. Ben looked down at the hand and frowned. "What?" "I think you owe me five bucks." *** As soon as Brandon pulled into the driveway, he slammed the gear into park, turned off the engine, and raced inside. "Lonnie!" He ran to the bedroom, then the master bath. He turned on the light and stepped back into the bedroom. His heart sank when he saw that the blankets were gone as well as the garbage bags that held his clothes. "Lonnie! Ricky!" Brandon ran through every room of the house before returning back to the bedroom. He was too late. His stomach started to churn and his chest felt constricted. He fucked it all up. As he reached into the bathroom to turn off the light, a sheet of paper tacked to the bathroom door caught his eye. He grabbed the paper and read the neat and precise cursive handwriting: "I meant what I said and I won't take it back. I hope you live a long and happy life. I will never forget you. L." Brandon folded the paper up and put it into his pocket. He stumbled his way through the house back to his truck. He leaned against the truck and banged his forehead against the door and closed his eyes. He had really fucked up big time. He had a shot at being happy for once and he let it go. And now Lonnie was gone. His cupcake was gone. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 04 He banged his head against the door again. If he got into the truck, he might be able to find him. If he even wanted to be found. He couldn't be too far away, not on foot. He had to take the chance. He stood up straight and unclipped his keys from his belt. Yip! Brandon drew in a breath and turned towards the bark. He moved around the truck. "Ricky!" he shouted and gave a whistle. "Here boy!" Another Yip!, closer this time. Brandon rushed to the end of the driveway. Ricky was running along the side of the road towards him, his little legs moving a hundred miles an hour. Brandon bent down and scooped the ugly little dog up and gave him a kiss on his head. "Where's your daddy? Huh? Where's Lonnie?" Ricky barked and started to squirm. Brandon set the dog down and he took off running. He stopped and looked back at Brandon, barked, then kept on running. Brandon started walking after Ricky, but decided he should take the truck. "Ricky! C'mere, boy." Ricky barked back at Brandon, but refused to come back. He ran around in circles, wanting Brandon to follow. Brandon went to this truck and backed out of the driveway and slowly drove to where Ricky was waiting. He leaned over and pushed open the passenger door. "C'mon. Get in, little ugly." It took two tries, but Ricky jumped up into the cab, his feet scrabbling to get purchase. Once he got in, he hopped up onto the seat. Brandon reached over and pulled the door shut and put the truck into drive. Ricky leaned his front paws on the door to look out the window. They didn't have to drive very far. Brandon spotted him right away. The small figure walked along the side of the road, dragging two bags with him. Brandon pulled up behind him and honked the horn, scaring the crap out of the boy, almost sending him into the ditch. "Sorry!" Brandon got out of the truck and scooped Lonnie into his arms. "Brandon? Wh--" Brandon grabbed Lonnie's face in his hands and pressed his mouth against his. Lonnie dropped the bags on the ground and let out a soft whimper. He let Brandon completely ravish his mouth. Brandon finally broke the kiss, reached down and grabbed the bags and tossed them into the back of the truck. "Brandon? What... What are you doing?" Brandon turned and grabbed Lonnie as he started to step away. He gently rolled Lonnie, until his back was against the truck. He reached up and stroked a lock of hair off his forehead. "I'm sorry, cupcake," he whispered. "I'm sorry I hurt you." Lonnie looked up at the giant man, wanting so desperately to believe him. It had really hurt to be used like that, especially by someone you had developed real feelings for. Brandon's voice quivered as he continued. "You make me happy. Happier than I've been in a long time... maybe ever. But you also scare the shit out of me, you know? I don't know where this thing between us is going to go, but I know that I want to keep going. But you're gonna have to be patient with me. Can you do that, Lonnie? Please." Lonnie nodded. "Yeah." A tear spilled down his cheek and Brandon reached up and wiped it away. Brandon leaned down and gently pressed his lips against his boy's. "C'mon. Let's go home." Lonnie grabbed Brandon's arm. "Wait." Brandon pulled him close and looked down. He swallowed nervously, waiting for Lonnie to speak. "You really hurt me, Brandon." Brandon opened his mouth, but Lonnie stopped him with his hand. "No. Just listen for a sec. I can't help how I feel and I won't apologize for it. But I want you to know that I shared something special with you and you used that to hurt me. If you ever do that again, there won't be a second chance. I can be patient, but I won't be a doormat. And if you think you can just hide me away in the closet, that's not gonna work either." Lonnie started to get worked up and Brandon's eyes widened as Lonnie's voice got louder. Lonnie put one hand on his hip, while the other poked Brandon's chest.. "And the next time you want to use the word 'faggot', think of the faces of people you love, like your brother and Benji. What would you do, how would you feel, if someone called Benji that?" Hearing that hateful word coming from his boy's mouth was a harsh reality check. If Brandon heard anyone call Benji or Lonnie... that word... he would go ballistic and kill the motherfucker. 'I'm a fucking asshole,' Brandon thought. Maybe he didn't deserve another chance, but he desperately needed Lonnie to give it. He might even beg. "Oh, and if you think I'm gonna sit around by myself in the dark, at your beck and call, waiting until you decide you want to come get laid, you got another thing coming. I want a relationship. I am not your fuck toy." He finally noticed Brandon's wide eyes and hanging jaw. He stopped and took a breath and calmed himself. "Okay. Sorry. I'm calm now." "Damn, cupcake." Brandon might have laughed, but he decided that he didn't want to get chewed out. His cupcake was a firecracker! Lonnie's face flushed. He hadn't meant to get worked up like that. "So, is that understood? Can you handle that?" "Yeah, Lonnie, understood. I can, and I am sorry. I know I'm a dick, but I'm gonna try real hard to make it up to you. I just can't deny you or this attraction between us anymore. I wanna give this thing a chance. I promise. Everything will be okay. I swear." Lonnie looked at Brandon, studying his face. Satisfied that Brandon meant it, he gave a nod. "Okay then. Let's go." With a grin on his face, Brandon opened the passenger door of the truck. Lonnie stepped onto the running board and Brandon helped him in, 'accidentally' brushing his hand down the swell of his round ass. Lonnie jumped in surprise and looked back at Brandon. Brandon snickered and wiggled his eyebrows. Lonnie settled in the seat and Ricky bounced into his lap. He watched with his mouth open in shock as Brandon shut the door and jogged around to the driver's side. Brandon was smiling, and his face radiated joy. His body moved in a more fluid manner, as if he was suddenly weightless. Could it be that he really wanted Lonnie? Was he really going to do this? Lonnie knew that he would have to guard his heart to keep it from being shattered, but he also knew that would prove to be hopelessly impossible where Brandon was concerned. He was already crazy in love with him. The older man was everything he wanted in a partner: big, strong, dominant, protective, passionate... and, oh my god, just amazing in bed. Brandon started the engine of his pickup truck and looked over at Lonnie as he put it in gear. He was holding his ugly little dog in his lap, gently rubbing his back. Lonnie looked over at Brandon through his bangs. He reached up and brushed a lock of his silky black hair out of his eyes and gave Brandon a hesitant smile. Brandon could see that Lonnie was holding back, but he could also see the hopefulness. Despite Lonnie's little tirade, Brandon knew that Lonnie was scared and unsure. He would just have to prove to Lonnie that he was serious about this. This relationship. He reached over and took Lonnie's hand and brought it to his mouth. He kissed the back of it, then let it rest on his thigh, their fingers intertwined. As Brandon pulled onto the road and began driving, Lonnie looked over his shoulder out the truck's back window. "Wait-- Where are we going?" Still smiling that goofy smile, Brandon kept his eyes on the road. "We're going home, cupcake." *** "Home sweet home." Brandon dropped his keys onto the small table just inside the front door. He pulled off his favorite ball cap and dropped it onto the table, covering the keys. Lonnie looked around Brandon's modest home. Definitely a bachelor pad. He didn't even have any pictures or art on the walls, though there were visible holes where things may have hung at one time. The living room had two old recliners in front of a huge flat screen TV with a folding TV tray in between... and that was it. No couch, no coffee table, nothing. The dining area had a card table and four folding chairs. There was a used paper plate and a red disposable party cup sitting on the table with some empty beer bottles. It all looked so lonely. Brandon looked at Lonnie and shrugged, knowing exactly what the younger man was thinking. "My ex-wife took most of the stuff when she moved out." Lonnie nodded. He didn't really want to deal with that can of worms, so he decided to pretend like he never heard mention of the ex-wife. Who was apparently the dumbest bitch in the world if she had someone like Brandon and then left him. 'Oh well, finder's keepers, and all that,' Lonnie thought as he smiled to himself. He followed Brandon's wide form through the hallway until he stopped outside the bedroom. Brandon turned around and looked down at Lonnie. "I got a guest room with a small twin bed. You can stay in there, if you want. I don't want you to feel like you have to sleep with me." "You don't want me to sleep with you?" "No, that's not what I'm saying. I don't want you to feel like you have to. Like... I don't know... payment." "I understand. Can I stay with you because I want to?" "Yeah," Brandon breathed a sigh of relief before he mumbled, "thank god." He paused for a second, wanting to think of what he wanted to say. "I want you to think of this as your home, Lonnie. Do you know what I'm saying?" Lonnie nodded. His heart pounded in his chest. He had just moved in with Brandon. Brandon carried Lonnie's 'luggage' into the master bedroom and set the bags down by the closet. There was plenty of empty space in the closet for Lonnie's things. They could unpack later. When Ricky hopped up onto the bed, Brandon frowned. He rifled through the bags and gathered up Lonnie's blankets. He went out into the living room and carved out a corner for the little dog, making a comfy bed out of the blankets. Ricky eyed the bed of blankets suspiciously, then followed Brandon back to the bedroom. Brandon shut the door on him and ignored the annoyed bark. Lonnie looked around the bedroom and was honestly shocked. The room was barren. A ratty old Army green blanket covered the window, a sorry, albeit serviceable, excuse for a curtain. There was a large king-sized mattress and box spring set on a metal frame. There was basically a metal bar for a headboard and it didn't even have a footboard. The unmade bed was covered with a fluffy navy blue comforter and some tangled baby-blue sheets. Next to the bed was a small end table with a single drawer functioning as a nightstand. An LED alarm clock and a lamp sat on top of the table. Where a dresser might have sat, there was a laundry basket that had haphazardly folded clothes and rolled up socks stacked in it. A pair of huge cowboy boots and a pair of boat-sized sneakers lay scattered next to the basket on a tattered rug. Lonnie took one more look around the room, then looked back at Brandon. Is this all that Brandon came home to every night? No wonder the big guy was so desperate for companionship. It tugged at Lonnie's heart and made him want him even more. "Let's get ready for bed," Brandon said to Lonnie. He bent down and untied his work boots, then pushed off the boots with his toes and kicked them onto the rug with his other shoes. There was a muffled 'yip' outside the door. Lonnie tried not to laugh. "Ricky likes to sleep with me." "I can't... you know... with him in the room." Brandon's tongue wet his bottom lip as he stared at Lonnie lustfully. Oh my. Lonnie blushed and turned away and squatted down and rooted around one of his bags and pulled out his toothbrush. He toed off his sneakers and set them next to Brandon's shoes, re-arranging all of them upright and in pairs, nice and neat. He followed Brandon into the small en-suite bathroom. Lonnie spied the toilet and shower and was relieved to see that they were clean. It was nice to see that Brandon wasn't a slob. The man had no decorating sense, but at least he was clean. They stood at the sink together, brushing their teeth. Neither one spoke, just occasionally catching each other's eyes in the mirror. When they finished, Brandon dropped his toothbrush back into one of the holes in the toothbrush cup. Lonnie hesitated for a second, unsure of what to do, when Brandon took the toothbrush from him and dropped it in next to his. "Do you need to take a shower?" Brandon asked. Lonnie shook his head. "No. I took one before I left." Lonnie watched in stunned silence as Brandon proceeded to strip off all of his clothes. He tossed the clothes into a laundry hamper and Lonnie watched him walk back to the bedroom. Lonnie couldn't help but stare at Brandon undress. He hadn't realized it until now, but he hadn't really seen him totally naked before. Sure, he had given him head a few times and they fucked once, but it was dark or dimly lit at best. Brandon's hooded dick flopped around as he moved, swinging between his thighs. Jesus, it was bigger soft than his was when it was fully hard. His chest hair was deep and thick all over his pecs, trailing a line downwards, where it flared out all over his soft and rounded belly before leading down to the furry over-grown bush surrounding his dick. As Brandon turned and walked to the bedroom, he got a good look at his backside. His back was broad. His wide shoulders had a light dusting of hair on them. He had a nice thick patch of hair above the crack of his lightly furred ass, which looked big and muscular, like his tree-trunk thighs. Sure his tummy and waist were a little soft, but it made cuddling oh so good. And Lonnie loved to cuddle, especially with Brandon. "Coming?" Brandon asked over his shoulder. Suddenly feeling nervous, Lonnie swallowed and stripped off his own clothes. He hesitated for a moment, then tossed them into the hamper with Brandon's. He couldn't help but feel self-conscious at his nakedness as he followed Brandon to the bed. He knew that he was short and skinny. But Brandon liked that, at least it seemed that way from the way he looked at him. Brandon turned off the overhead light and flipped the switch to turn on the ceiling fan to the lowest setting. He couldn't sleep well without a little air movement and noise. He let out a deep breath as he walked towards the bed. When he had stripped in the bathroom, it was out of habit. He always slept naked. When he realized that Lonnie was watching him, he suddenly felt... exposed. Back in the day, he was built. These days he was a little softer and a little heavier. What would someone with a body like Lonnie think of him? Maybe he was worrying about nothing. Lonnie had said he loved him, right? And Lonnie seemed like he was more than satisfied when Brandon fucked him. He wouldn't have come so hard if he wasn't turned on by him, right? Brandon straightened the sheets and comforter and crawled into bed, taking the side next to the table, closest to the door. Lonnie climbed over him and settled down on his other side. Brandon reached over to his nightstand and tapped the three-way lamp until it was on the lowest setting. He turned onto his side, and slid an arm under Lonnie's neck. The other hand rested on Lonnie's flat stomach. "I figured we should probably talk." Lonnie nodded. "Yeah." Lonnie cuddled into Brandon's warm body, loving the way the cool, clean sheets felt and contrasted with the warmness of Brandon. The man's furry skin tickled his smooth skin, making him ache even more for Brandon's touch. His big, meaty hand was resting on his stomach. If he moved it down a little bit, he would feel how much Lonnie liked being with him like this. He turned his head and pressed his lips to Brandon's skin. "I talked to my brother tonight," Brandon said quietly. "About you. And me." "What did he say?" "He said I shouldn't try to label myself, gay, straight, bi, whatever. I should do what makes me happy, be with whoever makes me happy." "Your brother sounds smart. People do tend to get caught up in the alphabet soup." "Alphabet soup?" "You know, L. G. B. T. Q. I.," he said, then added with a snicker, "L-M-N-O-P." "Oh." He let out a snort of laughter at Lonnie's silliness. "Lesbian, gay, bi... I don't know the other letters." "Me neither," Lonnie chuckled. "No, I think 'Q' is questioning. That's where you fall, I guess. Maybe you're a 'B'? Or somewhere between 'B' and 'G'? Anyways, it doesn't really matter." "Yeah... Like I said, this is all freaking me out a little bit." "I can be patient, Brandon. I think you're worth it." Lonnie reached up and stroked his fingers over Brandon's beard. "You're so macho and studly, so handsome...." Brandon blinked and stared at Lonnie, in shock. He searched the younger man's eyes and saw no deception. Only adoration. No one except his mother had ever called him handsome. "Thank you, cupcake," he whispered before he leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Lonnie's sweet lips. "I know you said to be patient, but... I have to know... Are you mine, Brandon? I mean, you and me, we're together, right? I don't think I could be just a fuck buddy." He hated how insecure he sounded, but he really needed to make sure that Brandon's expectations were clear. Brandon smiled and ran his fingers along Lonnie's jaw. "Yeah, baby. We're together. I didn't bring you here to be my fuck buddy. Though, there will be fucking if I have anything to say about it. Buddy." Lonnie's grin lit up the room. "Pig." Lonnie laughed when Brandon snorted loudly like a stuck pig. After their laughter settled, Lonnie laid his head on Brandon's arm. His hand trailed down to Brandon's furry belly and he began rubbing a slow circle. Brandon suddenly felt self-conscious about the softness of his belly. Lonnie was so thin and beautiful, and he was a little bit overweight and a lot hairy. He put his hand on top of Lonnie's and stilled it. "Does that bother you?" Lonnie whispered. "No, but..." After a moment, Lonnie said quietly, "I like you just the way you are, Brandon. I like how big you are, how hairy you are. You're perfect." God, it was like Lonnie knew all of Brandon's fears. If Lonnie wanted to rub his hairy body, then Brandon would let him. Brandon moved his hand away and Lonnie resumed rubbing his belly. Brandon let out a happy groan and even though his cock was rock hard and throbbing, he felt himself being lulled into sleepiness. Lonnie rubbed his hand over Brandon's pec. "You were in the service?" he asked as he traced the eagle emblem tattoo barely visible underneath his chest hair. "Yeah. Army." "You've got great tattoos," he said as he outlined the 'fighting Irish' man on his upper arm with his fingers. Brandon lifted slightly so that he could show Lonnie his other arm. Lonnie ran his hand over the three-inch tall celtic armband. Brandon looked down at Lonnie's hand. "That was the first one I got." "It's sexy. You're a sexy bear." "Glad you like 'em." Brandon liked being called sexy. He didn't exactly feel sexy, but it felt fucking awesome that Lonnie thought so. "What's a bear?" "A big, hairy guy." "Oh. That's me for sure." "Yup. You're my bear." Lonnie leaned in and kissed Brandon's chest, then nuzzled his nose against Brandon's beard. Lonnie pulled back and covered his mouth with his hand as he started to yawn. "Sorry." "Go to sleep, cupcake," Brandon whispered. "We can talk more in the morning." "Your bed is so big and comfy," Lonnie whispered groggily. "And you're so warm." Brandon watched as his beautiful little man quickly fell asleep in his arms. He really did look like an angel as he softly snuffled in his sleep, with his face pressed against Brandon's soft and furry chest. His cute little nose breathed in and out, his breath warm against Brandon's skin. And those little brown freckles across his nose were so damn cute. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 04 Brandon knew right then that he'd never be able to give Lonnie up. It didn't matter that he was a guy. The sweet man was his cupcake. And god help him, he was falling in love. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 05 "Baby, can you help me to the bathroom?" Ben asked, his voice sounding urgent. Benji lifted his head from Ben's chest and opened his eyes halfway. "Hm?" Ben couldn't help but smile. His boy's hair was all mussed up and he had a little string of drool dripping from his mouth. So stinking cute. "I fucking love you, baby," Ben said with a chuckle. "And I'd love to lounge around with you a while longer, but I'm about to piss the bed." "Oh!" Benji jumped out of bed, nearly tripping over the blankets. He untangled himself and ran over to the other side. He helped Ben out of bed, then followed him to the bathroom. Ben stood in front of the toilet and looked down at Benji with a raised brow, then started to chuckle. Benji was staring down at Ben's huge piss-hard-on, mouth agape, as if he'd never seen a man's erect penis before. Benji swallowed the mouthful of drool and cleared his throat. "You can't pee with it like that." No shit. "Give it a thump," Ben said. He closed his eyes and concentrated on making it go down enough to piss. That was pretty hard to do with his little man standing next to him, naked with his own hard-on jutting out from his crotch. Benji flicked the head of Ben's cock with his finger and he watched it slowly start to deflate. "Okay," Ben croaked. Benji wrapped his small hand around the girthy shaft and skinned it back and aimed it down towards the bowl. Ben noted the way Benji stared at him piss with fascination. It wasn't the first time. His boy seemed to have a thing for watching him take a piss. He wondered for a second if Benji wanted to try water sports. It was something he never really thought about and it wasn't something that turned him on, but if Benji wanted to try it, he'd give it a shot. "You like watching me piss, don't you?" Ben whispered. Benji shrugged and looked up at Ben, then let his eyes fall back down to Ben's cock, embarrassed at getting caught gawking but not able to look away. "I like..." Benji swallowed nervously, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a breath and looked back up at Ben's face. "I like to watch you pee, but I don't want you to, you know, pee on me, or whatever..." Ben smiled. It was a little perverse, but he liked to see Benji squirm uncomfortably sometimes. He wanted Benji to be open and comfortable with him, whether it was talking about sex or anything else. "Good to know." Once Ben finished, Benji gave it a good shake, then another for good measure. One more time wouldn't hurt... "More than a couple of times means you're playing with it," Ben snickered. Benji jerked his hand away and blushed. "Come on, let's take a shower, you perv." "Oh, I'm the perv? You're the one jacking me off when you're supposed to be helping me take a piss." Benji's mouth fell open. "I was not! I--" Ben laughed and leaned down and planted a kiss on his baby's lips, interrupting his pointless denial. *** Brandon was having the most amazing wet dream he could ever remember. A head covered in a mop of dark hair bobbed up and down in his lap, sucking and slurping on his cock, trying so hard to take as much as he could get into his mouth and into his throat. So greedy.... With a long, deep groan, Brandon opened his eyes and saw his dream had come true. Lonnie was sucking him off. His dick was so hard as the flared head batted the back of his boy's throat with every downward movement. Lonnie's eyes were closed and he looked like he was in heaven. His cheeks were hollowed in and his lips were red and swollen, closed tightly around Brandon's girth. "Mmm... Good mornin', cupcake." Lonnie pulled off Brandon's dick with a pop. "Mmm, sure is. You have the most amazing dick. So big and hard." He slicked his hand back and forth, covering and uncovering the head with the foreskin. He climbed up and straddled Brandon's lap, trapping the large shaft between his legs. "Glad you like it." "I love it." "I'm getting to love that mouth of yours." Brandon reached out and gripped Lonnie's hips. He held him tight as he pushed up, grinding his girth hard against Lonnie's taint. His boy's face was flushed. His eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted. His dusky prick stood upright, wet and purple, swollen with need. Brandon wondered if he could make Lonnie come again with just his cock. "I wanna fuck you," Brandon husked. "Can I fuck you, baby?" "Oh my god, yes," Lonnie quivered. "Do you have any lube?" Brandon held Lonnie steady as he leaned over and jerked open the small table drawer. He rifled around and pulled out a small clear bottle. "Is this okay?" "Yeah, that's perfect." Brandon glanced back at the open drawer, spotting a handful of foil packets. "I have rubbers. They might be expired." Brandon winced. Expired condoms did not exactly help with the image of the stud he tried to portray. A blush crept up Lonnie's neck and cheeks. "I didn't mean to get carried away like that, before. I'm not like that normally, I swear." "I got tested. I passed. No, not passed, it was negative. You know what I mean. I can show you the test." "You're the only one..." Lonnie's voice trailed off and he looked down at Brandon's belly, tracing a finger around the rim of his belly button, suddenly fascinated with the hair growing around it. Brandon reached up and tipped Lonnie's chin up. "The only one what?" "The only one I ever let do that... without a condom. If we're gonna be monogamous, we don't have to use them. But only if we're monogamous, Brandon. Swear it, Brandon. You won't have sex with anyone else ever." "I swear, Lonnie. I would never cheat on you. I take commitments very seriously. But I'd wear one if you have doubts." Commitments. The word nearly melted Lonnie into a sappy puddle. "I trust you, Brandon. I..." Lonnie licked his lips nervously, and stared directly into Brandon's green eyes. "I loved it when you came inside me." "God damn," Brandon growled. The fact that Brandon was the only man to have ever shot off inside Lonnie was fucking hot. He grabbed Lonnie by the waist and lifted him slightly, breaking contact with his aching cock. "You're gonna make me fucking shoot my wad if you keep talking like that." Lonnie gave Brandon an impish little smile. He loved that Brandon was no longer denying his attraction. And he loved that he could get Brandon so heated. And when Brandon was turned on, Lonnie was sure to have a very good time. "Do I turn you on, Brandon?" he purred as he stroked his fingers through the hair on Brandon's chest and stomach. "God, you don't even know, cupcake, how hard it was to fight my urges. You make me want like I never wanted anyone before." "I don't want you to fight your urges, Brandon. If you want me, then take me. I'm yours whenever you want, babe." Brandon's eyes darkened as he looked at Lonnie lustfully. "Let me get you ready then, 'cause I'm gonna fuck you into this god damned mattress right fucking now." With a deep growl, he held tight onto Lonnie and rolled them over so that Lonnie was flat on his back, pinned beneath his bulk. Brandon looked down Lonnie's body, laid out, ready and willing, all for him. Only for him. Lonnie's body was smooth as silk and virtually hairless. He had wisps of silky black hair under his arms and around the base of his cock. Brandon ran one of his hands down Lonnie's torso, loving the way his soft skin felt under the rough pads of his thick fingers. And he loved how Lonnie's breathing went ragged and the way he trembled as Brandon touched him. His boy's tiny brown nipples were stiff and pointy. Brandon leaned down and flicked his tongue across one. He didn't expect the reaction he got from Lonnie. Lonnie gasped and pushed his chest up, pulling Brandon's head down with his hand, begging for more contact. As Brandon assaulted Lonnie's nip with his tongue and lips, he realized he shouldn't have been surprised by Lonnie's response. Wherever he touched Lonnie, it seemed to light the boy up like a Christmas tree. After working over each nipple until Lonnie was begging, Brandon moved down. He kissed Lonnie's innie belly button, then kissed a trail lower. Lonnie's stomach rose and fell, tightening and loosening, as he struggled to maintain a steady breath. Brandon paused at the clover tattoo on his hip, planting a kiss on it, then swiping his tongue across it, causing Lonnie to shudder. "Mm. Love your cute little tat, cupcake." He moved between his legs, spreading them wide apart. He spread his boy's cheeks with his hands and brushed his thumb over the tight opening hidden there in the hairless crack. Upon hearing Lonnie's breath hitch, Brandon couldn't help the smug grin that spread across his face. He spit onto his thumb and ran the saliva-soaked pad over the little brown pucker. Lonnie thrust his hips. "Please," he begged. Brandon moved down to get a closer look. He lifted Lonnie's ball sack away and leaned in and sniffed. It was a combined musky and soapy clean smell, not at all dirty. The puckered hole winked at him, beckoning him to come closer. Back in the day, Brandon was a champ at eating pussy. He had brought many a girl to climax with his skilled mouth and tongue. Would this be so different? Would Lonnie like it? Before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned in and swiped his tongue across the flesh. Lonnie cried out, arching his back up. "Oh, god, Daddy, please! No one-- ever-- Oh!" Brandon growled, spurred on by Lonnie's lusty words and admission that Brandon was in virgin territory. He shoved his face into Lonnie's crack and began to feast. Brandon was noisy as he rimmed his boy, grunting and groaning, slurping and sucking. His tongue circled the pucker, then lapped at it, slow then fast. He sucked hard, then soft. He rubbed his face up and down, back and forth, scorching Lonnie's sensitive skin with his beard whiskers. "Fuck, you taste good," Brandon growled before going back to work. Lonnie thought he had died and gone to heaven. No one had ever eaten his ass before. He gripped Brandon's head in both of his hands. He writhed and bucked against Brandon's mouth and that hot, thrusting, probing tongue. He moaned and groaned, crying out and begging for more. Brandon wet a finger and pushed it into the relaxed sphincter. After Brandon's oral assault, the finger slid right in. He finger banged Lonnie while he licked non-stop around the edges. He buried his nose in Lonnie's balls and took a big whiff, then licked and sucked each ball, one at a time. Lonnie's shaft was purple and throbbing. Pre-come dripped down the shaft and pooled on Lonnie's stomach. Brandon swiped his tongue along the bottom, tasting the clear fluid. "Oh, god," Lonnie moaned as he tried to squirm away from Brandon. He didn't want it to be over too quick and he was about to come undone. "Mm-mmm," Brandon grunted. "Not going anywhere, boy." He grabbed Lonnie and held him down with a hand splayed across his belly. His other hand was busy pumping a finger in and out of Lonnie's ass. He curled the finger up and jabbed at Lonnie's g-spot while he laved his tongue along Lonnie's cock. Lonnie screamed as his body began to shake uncontrollably. "Daddy, I'm coming!" Brandon growled triumphantly and licked his boy's dick again. It jerked up against his tongue and began spraying, covering his stomach over and over with spurts of thick cream. Lonnie's body continued to shudder as his head slowly rolled back and forth. "Oh god, oh god, oh god..." Brandon moved up Lonnie's limp body and grabbed the lube. He poured it onto his fingers and smeared it up Lonnie's crack, then slicked his cock. Once he was wet and ready, Brandon lined up the head of his cock with Lonnie's entrance and pushed forward. As Brandon breached him, Lonnie's eyes snapped open and he locked his gaze onto Brandon. He pulled his knees back and locked them around Brandon's hips, giving Brandon deeper access to his body. He brought his hands to Brandon's chest. His fingers raked through the thick hair before sliding down to his waist. Pressing his fingers into his man's soft love handles, he urged him to move forward. Brandon moved nice and slow, paying close attention to Lonnie's facial expressions, making sure that he wasn't hurting him. Once he was fully buried inside, he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. The big man's eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a deep, throaty groan. "Feels good?" Lonnie whispered as he watched the open-mouthed expression on Brandon's face. Brandon nodded. "Fuck. 'Good' doesn't cover it. You are fucking outstanding." It was better, tighter than anything Brandon had felt before. He knew that he wouldn't last long. He was already starting to feel the build up. He just hoped that he could make it feel good for Lonnie too. It was really important to him that Lonnie enjoy what they were doing. He leaned forward and let his brawny body cover Lonnie's, his weight pushing him into the mattress. He slid his hands under Lonnie's armpits, under his back, and locked them around his shoulders, holding him tight. He started to move his hips, nice and slow, in and out. "This okay?" Brandon asked, looking down into Lonnie's gorgeous brown eyes. Lonnie nodded, unable to speak. If he opened his mouth, he might embarrass himself. He had expected Brandon to pound the fuck out of him, but Brandon wasn't fucking him. He was making love to him. Brandon changed up his angle and rotated his hips, trying to find the spot that made Lonnie go crazy. When Lonnie gasped and shuddered underneath him, Brandon knew that he had found it. "Brandon," Lonnie moaned. His hands tightened around Brandon's back and his ankles dug into his man's ass. Using a slow and steady rhythm, he rubbed his cock along Lonnie's g-spot with every slide. He fought the urge to pound into Lonnie. Lonnie was clearly enjoying what Brandon was doing, judging from the soft moans and whimpers spilling from his mouth. Each little noise he made along with excruciatingly slow thrusts into his velvety-soft tight heat was bringing Brandon closer and closer, but he wanted Lonnie to come with him. "You're so beautiful," Brandon whispered. "You're my cupcake, my baby. You belong to me." Brandon kissed Lonnie, their tongues tangling up in each other. He started to move his hips a little faster, his thrusts hard and steady. The rickety bed began to creak underneath them as Brandon pumped faster. Brandon could feel Lonnie's body tensing up. He could feel Lonnie's dick trapped between their bodies, poking into and rubbing against his furry belly. His little man buried his face into Brandon's neck, his nose pressed into Brandon's beard, as he let out a whimper. His hips pushed back against Brandon's thrusts. Brandon sucked hard on Lonnie's neck, giving him whisker burn while he drew a deep crimson bruise up to the surface. Lonnie's body started to shake while his whimpers came faster and raised in pitch and Brandon knew that he was on the edge, so close. Just a few more thrusts against his prostate, a little more friction against his boy's cock... "Brandon," Lonnie cried out into his neck. "You're gonna make me come. Please. Make me come. Oh god, I love you..." Lonnie's begging and his declaration took the last of Brandon's control. He thrust hard into his boy, once, twice across his g-spot. On the third time, Lonnie cried out and clamped his muscles around Brandon's cock. Brandon pushed forward and buried his cock as far as he could into Lonnie. As Lonnie's warm cream pulsed between their bodies, Brandon lost control. "I'm gonna fucking shoot!" he grunted into Lonnie's ear. Shouting a series of grunts and obscenities, he started to shoot his load, sending huge bursts of hot spunk deep into Lonnie's welcoming body. He pulsed so much come into Lonnie's ass that it started to overflow around his cock, running down Lonnie's ass crack and pooling on the sheets. As Brandon worked through his orgasm, his thrusts slowed down, until he was finally still. Brandon laid on top of Lonnie, trying to catch his breath. He was worried about crushing his boy, but Lonnie held Brandon tight to his body, not allowing Brandon to pull away. Hearing Lonnie's softly muttered words, "mine, mine, mine," cradled Brandon's restless spirit. His boy claimed him. "No one, no one ever, has made me feel like you do," Lonnie whispered. Though Brandon didn't reply back to him, Lonnie felt his arms tighten around him. Lonnie held his man in his arms, loving the feel of his wide, heavy body on top of him, his fat cock still buried to the hilt. Brandon's head was leaning against his neck. Lonnie felt the warm panting breath and the light kisses and tickling beard along his neck and collarbone. Brandon might never say it out loud, but Lonnie now knew without a doubt. Brandon Davis loved him. *** "Are you sure about this, Brandon?" Lonnie asked as he nervously chewed at his thumbnail. Brandon pulled Lonnie's hand away from his mouth. "Yeah. I told you I don't like you working down at that place at night. Besides, you already quit the taco stand, so it's too late..." "It's not that bad," Lonnie said. "It's a pretty nice area, Brandon." He opened the truck door, stepped down onto the running board and hopped onto the ground in between Brandon's truck and the identical F-250 4x4 parked next to it. That truck had a magnetic placard on the door advertising the business. He straightened the collar of his pink polo shirt and smoothed down his navy blue dockers. He combed his fingers in his hair, then blew into his cupped hand to check his breath. He wanted to look perfect for his first day on the job. After letting out a deep breath, he followed Brandon into the office. As they stepped through the door, a chime dinged. The Davis and Adams Remodeling office was housed in a small space at the end of an industrial complex, next to a bug exterminating company. The office had a nice reception desk built behind a semicircular counter. A row of chairs sat along the opposite wall for guests to use while waiting, though from what Brandon said, there were very few walk-ins or visitors to the office. In addition to a tiny restroom, there were also two small offices and a big storage room. "Hey, Walker?" Brandon called out. Lonnie watched a man step out from one of the offices. The tall man took a sip from an over-sized coffee mug and walked up to Brandon and shook his hand. "Hey, man. Mornin'." He glanced over at Lonnie but didn't say anything. "Morning. This is Lonnie O'Reilly," Brandon said as he put his hand on Lonnie's back and urged him to step forward. Walker tipped his head. "Walker Adams. So you're the new guy?" he asked. He looked Lonnie up and down, his face neutral. "O'Reilly, did you say?" "Yeah," Brandon answered for him. "He's gonna answer phones and emails. Help with the schedules and quotes. Like we talked about." "Right. Can I talk to you in my office a minute before we head out?" "Sure. Let me get Lonnie set up and I'll be right there." Brandon had Lonnie sit at the reception desk. The desk had a big flat-panel monitor, a wireless keyboard and mouse set, a multi-line phone, as well as a standard array of office supplies such as tape dispenser and stapler. The computer was tucked out of the way beneath the desk. Against the wall behind the desk, a big laser print and fax machine sat on a wooden console. Cubby holes underneath held various reams of paper and all sorts of forms. Lonnie got situated in the chair and they signed into the computer. Brandon gave him a quick lesson on the phone system and made sure he had a list of phone numbers. He started up the special computer program they used to generate quotes and proposals and gave him a sixty-second crash course. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 05 "You're gonna be fine," Brandon said quietly as he leaned his elbows on the counter. "You sure your partner doesn't mind?" Lonnie asked back, just as quiet. "Walker seemed like--" "I told you already. He's okay with it. He's been bitching about getting someone in here to answer the phones and type up the proposals. Neither of us is that good with computers." "What if he finds out about... you know?" "That you're my cupcake?" Brandon asked with a playful smirk. "Yeah," Lonnie said, his cheeks going bright pink, matching his shirt in a totally adorable way. "That." "I'll tell him. I'm not gonna lie. You're not my dirty little secret." "Are you sure? I would totally understand if you didn't want to. I mean, maybe you shouldn't for a bit." "Oh, I see now. You want me to be your dirty little secret," Brandon chuckled. "Brandon, don't joke. I'm just saying... I don't want to mess things up with you and your friend or your business." He brought his thumb up to his mouth and started chewing his nail. "Don't worry about it, baby. I'll be fine." Brandon pulled Lonnie's hand away from his mouth, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto his lips. "Okay," Lonnie sighed breathlessly. The phone started to ring and Lonnie lifted his index finger up. "Just a sec." Brandon stood back and watched Lonnie answer the phone. "Davis and Adams Remodeling," he said in a pleasant, business voice. "This is Lonnie speaking, how can I help you? ... Sure, I can re-fax that to you. Let me pull it up... What's your name? ... Mm-hmm..." Brandon smiled to himself as Lonnie stared at the computer screen and clicked his mouse, the phone balanced on his shoulder. Lonnie was going to do just fine. He walked back to Walker's office and shut the door and sat down. "So?" Walker asked with a raised brow. "So...?" "What's up with the twinkie?" Brandon couldn't help but growl. "Twinkie?" "Yeah, where'd you find this kid, anyway? The pickle park? He must have one hell of a deep throat and tight ass for you to take notice." Walker laughed loudly at his 'joke', slapping his hand on his desk. Brandon didn't laugh. In fact, he was about two seconds from leaping over the desk and royally fucking up his business partner. He ground his teeth together, trying to decide how he was going to respond to Walker without blowing up into a rage. Walker's mouth dropped open. "Are you-- Wait, are you fucking him?" Okay, it was now or never. All cards on the table. "Yeah. We're dating. Living together, actually." Brandon blinked. Holy fuck. He just came out. Huh. That was easier than he thought it'd be. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Walker pushed to his feet and paced behind his desk, shaking his head. "I don't believe this. I don't fucking believe this. She was right." Brandon narrowed his eyes at his friend, while trying to remain calm. "Who was right?" "Ginny. She tried to tell me that she thought you were a fag, but I didn't believe her. 'No', I said. 'Not Brandon, he's a soldier. He's a man's man'. Well, you sure had me fooled!" Brandon tensed. "When were you talking to my ex-wife about me?" Walker stepped back and the guilty expression on his face said it all. "Well, when you two were splitting up, she needed someone to talk to..." Brandon stood up so fast his chair fell backwards and slammed into the wall. "You motherfucker. I outta--" "Oh, you don't have any room to judge me. You were the one fucking around with men behind your wife's back, you sick fuck!" "I never cheated on Ginny. She cheated on me! And you knew this!" Brandon got up and stormed out of Walker's office. If he stayed, he would definitely do something he would regret. He couldn't believe that his friend had betrayed him like that. Walker followed him out and grabbed his arm, jerking him to a stop. "Take your faggot with you. He ain't gonna be working in my office." Lonnie looked up from the computer and gasped and jumped to his feet. He just knew something like this would happen! "You fucked my wife!" Brandon shouted as he turned and punched Walker, connecting hard with his jaw. Lonnie watched in horror as the two friends began fighting. They slammed against the wall, and Brandon landed a punch to Walker's gut. The picture on the wall behind Walker's head fell to the ground and the glass shattered. Soon they were on the floor rolling back and forth, hitting and punching each other over and over. As soon as it started, it seemed to end. They pushed apart and slumped back against the wall, their chests heaving as they panted and tried to catch their breath. Brandon reached up and wiped the trickle of blood from his nose with his shirt sleeve. "We're too old for this shit," he mumbled. Walker reached into his mouth and checked a loose tooth and let his head fall back against the wall. He sighed out loud, then turned his head towards Brandon. "Just so you know, your ex-wife was a lousy lay. When she blew me, it was like putting my cock into a garbage disposal." Brandon looked over at Walker and snorted. He started to laugh and Walker joined in. Then the two of them were roaring with laughter, doubled over, holding their bellies, tears spilling from their faces. Lonnie stood by with his mouth agape, in utter shock at what he just witnessed. "Come on, we got work to do," Walker said as he pushed to his feet. He held his hand down to Brandon. Brandon looked into his friend's eyes and nodded his head. He grabbed the offered hand and pulled to his feet. And just like that, things were back to normal. As the two men walked to the restroom to clean themselves up, Lonnie shook his head. He just didn't get straight guys. Not that Brandon was exactly 'straight'... Whatever. He was still shaking his head as he walked into the storage room in search of a broom and dust pan to clean up the broken picture frame. *** Brandon walked into the office and smiled when Lonnie looked up from his desk. A grin spread across his boy's face, and his dimples made an appearance. Lonnie was happy to see him. It warmed him to the core to know that he could make Lonnie react that way just by walking into the room. "Ready for lunch, cupcake?" Brandon asked. "Yup. It's been kind of quiet this morning," he replied. "I, um, hope you don't mind, but I reorganized the files in the file cabinet and cleaned up the folders on the computer." "Um, okay. Whatever you need to make it better or easier for you, I don't care." "I'll show you what I did later, if you want. I don't want to do stuff out of turn." "Sure. Walker can't make it to lunch. He's stuck on one of the jobs. So it's just you and me today for your official 'welcome to D and A lunch'." Lonnie got up from behind the desk. As he walked past, Brandon couldn't help himself. That tight, perky little ass just begged for it. He raised his hand and gave it a good, hard smack. "Ow!" Lonnie yelped. He grabbed his ass and rubbed his hand up and down while he looked at Brandon with wide eyes. Brandon laughed and held open the front door for Lonnie. The boy eyed him suspiciously as he ran through the door, trying to avoid another spank from Brandon's bear paw. Brandon took Lonnie to a nearby family restaurant chain where they could get a quick lunch. While they looked over the menus, Lonnie looked over the top of his at Brandon. "Did you know Walker apologized to me?" "He did?" "Yeah. While you were in the bathroom. He came over and said he was sorry and shook my hand." "Good." "I hope we'll get along okay. I want him to be able to trust me." "You'll be fine," Brandon said. He laid his menu down, apparently already decided what he wanted for lunch. "Work hard, and he won't care about anything else." Lonnie looked back at his menu, trying to quickly decide what he wanted to eat when he saw the waitress approaching. "What can I get ya today, darlin'?" the waitress asked Brandon. The older woman had too much make-up on and her clothes were too tight and showed too much cleavage. Lonnie didn't miss the way she smiled at Brandon, not even looking at Lonnie. Lonnie's lips tightened together. He wanted to kick the woman in the shin and tell her to back the fuck off. Not that he could blame the woman. Brandon was so relaxed now and he looked friendly. He even smiled, making his rugged face soft and handsome. Of course she would find him attractive. "Hey," Brandon said, returning her smile. "I'll have the patty melt platter and a Coke." "Sure thing, darlin'," she said with a wink. She looked back at Lonnie with a raised brow, pencil in hand. No smile. "You?" "I'll have the chicken salad sandwich with no tomatoes and a Coke." As she turned and walked away, swishing her hips, she threw Brandon a flirty smile over her shoulder. Lonnie watched Brandon's eyes drift down to her ass and his heart fell. He felt like he couldn't breathe and the room started to spin. "Hey. You okay?" Lonnie looked up. His eyes snapped to Brandon's and the room settled. Brandon looked a little blurry and he had to blink a few times to get him to focus on the man's face. Brandon had a frown on his face and his brows were knitted together. "You okay?" he repeated, before adding softly, "You look like you're gonna cry." "What?" Lonnie blinked a couple more times. "No, I'm fine." He wasn't fine. If Brandon thought he could just toss him aside for some slut, he had another thing coming. Before he could think, he blurted, "Do you like her?" "Who?" "The waitress. Is that what you want?" he demanded. Brandon's head jerked back. "What? No, of course not. I'm with you, Lonnie." "You were flirting with her. And you looked at her, at her butt." God, he hoped that he didn't sound needy and pathetic. "I was just being nice. And maybe I looked since she was throwing it out there, but I'm not interested. I would never cheat on you." Brandon reached out and pinched Lonnie's chin and then tapped the tip of his nose with his finger. "Why would I want anyone else when I got you?" Lonnie couldn't help but melt a little bit. He smiled back at Brandon. He didn't think that Brandon was lying, but he wished he was more confident in their relationship. He shouldn't worry. Brandon loved him. Well, he never said he did out loud, but Lonnie knew that he did. Didn't he? *** "I don't know about this, baby," Ben said with a groan. "Come on, Ben. Brandon is coming over with Lonnie. This is a big deal for him. He's formally introducing us to his boyfriend." "Yeah, but... I don't want them to watch you feed me. It's fucking humiliating." Benji saw the pain and embarrassment all over Ben's face and his heart ached. He wished there was a way to fix it, but until the casts came off, they would have to just deal with it. "I love you, Ben. I promise I'll make it up to you later." "Oh yeah?" Ben ran the tips of his left-hand fingers over Benji's cheek. Benji leaned into Ben's touch. "Yeah. I've been thinking about some things we can try, even without your arms." A sly smile spread across Benji's face and he flicked the tip of his tongue over the tip of Ben's index finger. "Oh, fuck," Ben groaned. He pushed at his crotch with his cast, trying to push the head of his stiffening dick into a more comfortable position. The doorbell rang and Toby ran to the door and began barking his head off. Benji hurried to the front door and pulled back Toby to let Brandon and Lonnie inside. He couldn't help but notice that they were holding hands and Lonnie seemed to be clinging to Brandon, nearly shaking with nerves. "Hi, guys. Glad you could come." He smiled warmly, hoping to put Lonnie at ease. Brandon leaned down and hugged Benji, then bent down and rubbed Toby's head. "You just needed someone to work the grill." "Hey, I can work the grill just fine," Benji pouted. "If you like your steaks chewy," Ben snickered. Benji shot Ben a dirty look. "You can forget later," he muttered under his breath. Ben quickly backtracked. "I meant, if you like your steaks moist and delicious." Benji rolled his eyes and gave Lonnie a hug. Lonnie was surprised for a second at the unexpected display of affection but then hugged Benji back. "Come on in," Benji said to him, nodding towards the kitchen. "Thanks." "That's Toby, by the way," Benji said, pointing to the little dog that had his nose and beard plastered against Lonnie's pant leg. Lonnie reached down and scratched at Toby's neck. "You smell Ricky? Maybe someday you two can play together." "Oh my god, he would totally love that," Benji said. "He loves other dogs." Lonnie followed Benji into the kitchen. "Can I help with anything?" "Sure. So, how's your new job?" Benji asked him. Benji opened a brown paper bag filled with corn on the cob. "Can you help me shuck these? Ben said you're working for Brandon now." "It's really great. I love it. Except I might have to file a sexual harassment suit. It seems my boss can't keep his hands to himself," he said with a nervous laugh. Brandon looked at Ben and shrugged. "You see an ass that good, you gotta smack it." Lonnie rolled his eyes and turned back to Benji. "As I was saying..." Ben and Brandon laughed. They watched their two guys chat and laugh like best friends as they worked together to make dinner. "Let's get the grill started," Brandon said to his brother. Ben followed Brandon out onto the deck. Ben flopped down into one of the patio chairs while Brandon started the grill. He pulled out the scrubber and gave the grates a quick cleaning before sitting down with his brother. "So?" Ben asked with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah." "Things are going good, I take it." "Yeah. It's... I don't know... crazy. If you told me a couple months ago that I'd be living with, fucking another guy..." "You would have punched me." "Yeah," he said with a snort. "But now... I can't imagine life without Lonnie. Shit, I had to give him a job at the office because I didn't like the idea of him being away from me. I know where he is and I know he's safe." "You're in love with him." Brandon pulled out his lighter and cigarettes and lit one up. He drew in a deep lungful of the warm smoke and then let it out slowly. "You gonna ignore me?" Ben pressed. "I heard you." "And?" Brandon took another drag and exhaled. "I haven't known him that long. I know we moved in fast, but he needed a place to go. And it's not possible to be in love with someone so quick." "You don't sound very convinced. Are you having seconds thoughts? If you are, you owe it to that boy to sit down and tell him the truth. Besides, I knew I loved Benji the first time we kissed. I knew he was mine." "I'm not having seconds thoughts," he insisted with a scowl. "I just... I don't know." "Tell me about him, Bran." "Well, he's half-Japanese, half-Irish. He's smart and sweet and kind. He can be a little nervous and shy around people he doesn't know, but then when he opens up, he's friendly and funny. When he gets mad, he gets sassy and doesn't let you push him around." Brandon looked around and lowered his voice, "He's fucking amazing in bed. Shit, Ben, I swear all I have to do to make him come is look at him... It's like he's really into me, you know? When we're fucking, he'll look right into my eyes and tell me he loves me. And I can see it, Ben. It scares me a little, to know that I have that power over him. Like in that one moment, I'm everything to him." "Sounds like he's got that power over you, too," Ben said, noting the warm smile on his brother's face as he talked about his boy. Brandon didn't say anything. As he brought his smoke to his mouth to take one last drag, he couldn't help but notice his hand was shaking. And if he had looked over at his younger brother, he would have noticed the knowing smile on his face. *** Despite his apprehension at having his brother and his new boyfriend over, Ben had to admit that he had fun. Yeah, Benji had to feed him in front of Brandon and Lonnie, but he and Benji turned it around into a joke. Everyone laughed. And no one looked at him with pity or disgust. Even Toby was happy with the occasional scraps of meat that Ben accidentally dropped onto the floor. Lonnie fit in perfectly with their small family group. Ben never thought that Benji was lonely, but seeing him interact with Lonnie, it made him realize that the only friends he really had were Brandon and himself. He could already tell that he and Lonnie were going to be best friends. He wanted to roll his eyes and smack his big brother upside the head with one of his casts. The man was obviously crazy about Lonnie, no matter how much he fought it. It was totally apparent in the way Brandon talked to Lonnie, in the way he touched him, in the way he looked at him. Somehow the slight little Asian-Irish man turned his big redneck bear of a brother into a fucking teddy bear. Ben couldn't have been happier for Brandon. "I really like Lonnie," Benji said as he got his partner ready for bed. "Me, too. He's a sweet kid. He'll be good for Brandon." "Yeah. I think he's scared that Brandon is going to bail if things get too serious." "Brandon won't bail. He's got it bad, trust me. He's in way deep." "It's funny how Brandon doesn't do anything half-ass. When he decided he wanted Lonnie, he went and got him and then just... came out." "Brandon has always been a 'live and let live' kind of guy. He doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks of him. Never has. I think the whole thing was just a little overwhelming for him, but knowing Bran, he's already over it." Ben sat down on the bed while Benji picked up their dirty clothes and headed towards the bathroom. Ben watched his naked ass, so tight and perky, until Benji disappeared in the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He sat patiently waiting for his man to return. His cock wasn't so patient. It had started to rise the moment Ben caught a glimpse of that hot little ass. Ben hoped that Benji was up for another ride tonight. He really wanted to fuck his baby. Fuck, just the thought of being buried inside Benji's tight little body made his cock throb and ache. He looked down and watched a pearl of pre-come ooze out of the slit and get caught in his foreskin. While Benji riding on top was never their favorite position, it seemed like it was the only way it would work without the use of Ben's arms. The bathroom door cracked open and Benji called out. "Ben? Can you come here a minute? I need some help." Ben braced his feet on the floor and pushed up. He walked over to the bathroom and pushed the door open with one of his plastered arms. "Holy fucking shit!" His mouth fell open. Benji was leaning over the bathroom vanity, one hand braced against the wall mirror, that perky little ass sticking out. The other hand was between his legs. He had three fingers buried inside his tight little hole. "I need, Ben. Can you help me?" he whispered huskily, staring at him through the mirror. Ben moved up behind Benji. Benji pulled his fingers free and pumped more lube into his palm. As Ben moved into position, Benji reached back and wrapped his hand around Ben's stiff cock. A few strokes and a twist and Ben was slicked up and ready. "Are you sure this is gonna work, baby?" Ben asked as Benji tugged his cock, urging him closer. "Yeah, it'll work." Benji positioned Ben's cock head at his entrance and Ben squatted slightly to get their heights lined up. With a push of his hips, he was inside Benji. Benji groaned loudly and slapped his other hand onto the mirror, not caring that he just smeared it with lube. He planted his feet firmly and pushed his ass back against Ben. "Fuck me, Ben." Ben moved his hips, trying to get the friction going, but he needed something to brace himself. He leaned over Benji and moved his right arm underneath his boy's bent over body. The crook in his cast made a natural shelf for Benji. He rested his other arm on top of Benji's back. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 05 "This okay?" Ben asked. "You comfortable?" Benji nodded frantically. "Yes. Please, Ben. Move." Holding him in place, and using him for leverage, he began to thrust his hips. It was awkward at first, but he quickly developed a rhythm. Slow at first, then harder and faster. Benji whimpered beneath him, pushing back with each thrust of his hips. "Yes, Ben! Right there! Oh god!" "Fuck yeah! Take my cock, boy!" Ben's body slapped into Benji's over and over, the sound echoing through the bathroom. Ben wanted to prolong the pleasure, to make sure that Benji could come, but the sensations of taking his boy overwhelmed him. "Baby! I'm--" With a loud roar, Ben shoved forward and emptied his nuts hard into Benji's clenching ass. Ben slumped forward, panting onto Benji's back. "Fuck, that was way too quick," he gasped between breaths. "I just couldn't hold back." Ben stepped back from Benji, his cock sliding out with a squelch. He watched a thick river of white spunk drip down the inside of Benji's leg. Ben let out a grunt. God damn, that was hot. Benji's body was trembling as he pushed off from the mirror and turned around. His dick was so angry and red, it looked like it hurt. "Ben," Benji whispered. "Please. I need to come. Will you... Can you... kneel down...?" Ben looked down at Benji's pleading face. His boy was so unselfish. And here he was looking so scared and unsure, begging for a blowjob. Ben didn't deserve him. And the thought hit him, how he could make it up to his baby. "I got something better in mind. Come on." Benji looked at Ben confused, but followed him into the bedroom. Ben started to crawl onto the bed and Benji hurried to give him a hand. "What are you...?" Ben had maneuvered himself onto his belly. He spread his legs and Benji's mouth dropped open. Surely, he didn't mean... Ben lifted his head and looked back at him. "I want you to fuck me, baby." Benji's mouth fell open. "I... I, uh, I've never..." "Me neither. You'll be my first. Aren't you curious to top?" "I guess. I mean, I like... you know... I really like being on the bottom." His cheeks flushed red. "Well, if you don't want to--" "No, I didn't say that. I'm curious, I guess." Ben's eyes were drawn to Benji's cock, which lurched and dribbled pre-come down the already wet shaft. "Then come on, baby. Get me ready." Benji picked up the bottle of lube and poured some onto his fingers. His hand was shaking as he glided his slippery fingers between Ben's cheeks. He pressed the tip of his index finger into Ben's hole, nice and slow, up to the first knuckle. He could hear Ben breathing hard, but he didn't seem to be in pain, so he slid his finger all the way in. He held still for a moment until he felt Ben's sphincter relax. He moved his finger in and out, slow and steady. He pulled his finger free and pushed in two. Benji looked down at his crotch. His dick was kinda skinny. If Ben could take his two fingers, he could take his dick. As he twisted and spread out his fingers, he felt Ben tighten and tense. "You okay?" Benji whispered, his other hand rubbing a soothing motion on Ben's butt cheeks. "Mm-hmm," Ben grunted through his teeth. "Fuck me." Benji spread a little more lube into Ben's crack, then smeared some up and down his dick. His erection had softened slightly from nerves, but it firmed back up as his hand spread the lube around the shaft and head. Ben spread his legs a little wider as Benji moved in. He pushed his dick down with his fingers and lined it up and gave a gentle push forward. With a soft grunt, he pushed again until the head popped in. He froze when Ben hissed. "I'm okay," Ben said, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Don't stop." Ben's face was buried in the pillow. Surely he'd tell him if it hurt too much. Benji kept pushing, sliding into Ben's body. He watched as each inch slowly disappeared until he was buried completely. Oh god, it was so warm and tight. Benji slumped forward, holding himself up on his hands, as if he was doing a push-up over his much bigger lover. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing. He pulled his hips back and thrust forward. His legs stiffened and his toes curled in. "Do it, baby. Fuck me." "Ben," he moaned. He wanted to try to hit Ben's prostate gland, to make it good for him, but he couldn't quite get it. He knew he was moving awkwardly, flailing about like a fish out of water, trying to thrust, but he was fast losing control. "Ben, oh god, I'm--!" Too late. He couldn't finish his warning because he was already shooting inside Ben's ass, filling his body with his hot load. He slumped forward onto Ben's back and wrapped his arms around his man. Benji's dick started to go soft and Ben's body pushed it out. He rolled off his big man and laid down by his side. He draped his arm around Ben's waist and snuggled closer. He was more than a little embarrassed at his performance. "Sorry I couldn't make it last longer. Was it okay?" Ben looked at Benji and smiled. "You were perfect," he said as he leaned in for a tender kiss. In truth, Ben didn't particularly enjoy it. Maybe that made him an asshole, but it was the truth. It was messy and uncomfortable, but it was over and done with in less than a minute. There was no harm in telling his baby a little white lie. Ben was a top, but if Benji ever wanted his ass, he would give it up to him. Benji had never denied Ben's wants, so Ben wasn't going to start doing it to him. Benji smiled and rubbed his nose across Ben's chin, back and forth across his horseshoe mustache. "I like being on bottom better," he whispered, not looking in Ben's eyes. 'Thank god!', Ben thought, but instead said out loud, "Anytime you want it, you can have it, you know." Benji looked into Ben's eyes and smiled. "It really means a lot to me that you offered yourself. I liked that. It made me feel special. But when you top me, I feel... I don't know. I can't explain it. It's just... right." "You are special, baby, and I know exactly how you feel. Help me turn over." Benji helped Ben roll so that he was laying on his back. Ben laid down and spread his arms out. Benji slid back in and laid his head on Ben's chest. He lightly stroked his fingers through the swirls of hair on Ben's chest and stomach. "I feel wet and slimy between my ass cheeks and legs," Ben said after a few moments. He wrinkled his nose and scrunched his brow. "It feels weird." Benji blushed. "Yeah..." he said with a breathy sigh. Ben looked at Benji and snickered. He leaned his head in and rubbed his nose across Benji's temple before he growled into his ear, "But you like it, don't you? You love feeling my hot, wet spunk leaking out of your well-used ass. You like laying in my wet spot, don't you?" Benji closed his eyes and shuddered, giving Ben his answer without a word. Oh, yes, Ben's boy was definitely a bottom. Benji's face was blushing bright red when he sat up. "Let me get a cloth and clean us up." "I'll be right here waiting," Ben said with a grin as he spread his arms and legs out. Benji hopped out of bed laughing. Before he disappeared into the bathroom, he turned back to the bed. "I love you, Ben." "Love you, too, baby." *** 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. "Brandon. Can we go somewhere else?" he said quietly. Brandon turned and frowned down at Lonnie. "Why? What's wrong?" "Right this way," the waitress said. Walker followed behind her, his eyes on her ass the whole time. Brandon turned after him and Lonnie didn't have a choice but to follow them. His eyes darted to the other side of the room. The man hadn't noticed him. He slid into the booth next to Brandon, relieved that they couldn't be seen by the other table. He soon forgot all about the man and concentrated on having a good lunch with Brandon and Walker. Brandon was so happy to see his friend getting along with Lonnie. Lonnie had become less shy around Walker, even laughing at all of the man's lame ass jokes. And Walker's lazy ass liked Lonnie because Lonnie happily agreed to do any work the man gave him. "You know, I can't believe you two," Walker said as he shook his head. He took a sip of his coffee and flagged the waitress for the check. Brandon had his arm on the back of the booth, behind Lonnie's head. He wasn't touching Lonnie, but the arm was clearly possessive. Anyone who looked at the couple would know that Lonnie was his. "What?" Brandon asked. "You, man," Walker said quietly. "We're having lunch at Ray's and you practically got your boy in your lap." "I don't give a fuck what these guys think." "I guess not." Walker tilted his head and squinted his eyes. "Is that a bite mark?" Lonnie's eyes widened and he slapped his hand over the side of his neck. He thought the purple bruise at the base of his neck would be hidden by his shirt collar. Brandon laughed loudly. "Lonnie was attacked by a grizzly bear last night." He leaned down and started to playfully chomp on Lonnie's hand, pushing it away to get at his neck, growling the whole time. Lonnie laughed and shoved Brandon back with his shoulder. "Back off, Grizzly Adams." Even Walker couldn't help but laugh at how stupid Brandon was acting. Lonnie suddenly let out a soft gasp and froze, his body going completely tense. Brandon followed his eyes to a man standing at the register. The burly man was huskily built. He was smaller and shorter than Brandon, but looked solid. He had auburn red hair, cut short. His beard was full and unruly. The man's expression was utter contempt and disgust, his eyes staring directly at Lonnie. Brandon's possessive and protective feelings kicked into high gear and he let his arm slip from the back of the booth seat, and rested his hand on Lonnie's shoulder. He pulled Lonnie closer to him, daring the asshole to say something. Walker turned around in the booth to see what was going on. The man's eyes glanced over to Brandon, who was daring the man to come and fuck with him and his. The assholes lip curled up in a snarl and he snatched his change from the cashier and turned and walked out of the restaurant. Brandon's eyes followed the man out the door and to the parking lot, where he unlocked a pickup truck. A shudder drew his attention back to the man under his arm. He looked down at Lonnie. His body trembled and he had unshed tears in his eyes. He tapped his fingers under Lonnie's chin, making the man look up at him. "Lonnie? You know him, baby?" A tear overflowed and dripped down Lonnie's cheek. He sniffled and then whispered, "That's my dad." "Get up," Brandon growled. "I'm gonna go talk to him." As Brandon tried to push Lonnie from the booth, Lonnie snapped out of his daze. He pushed his hands against Brandon's chest. "No, please. Just let it go." Brandon sighed and reluctantly settled back down. Walker turned back around and picked up his coffee cup. "Your dad, huh?" He cut his eyes to Brandon and raised an eyebrow. "He looks like you." "Brandon is nothing like my dad," Lonnie said, surprising both Brandon and Walker with the venom in his voice. He pushed out of the booth and stormed out into the parking lot. Brandon watched him walk over to the truck. He leaned back against it, with his arms folded across his chest. He turned back to Walker. "Nice going, asshole." Walker shrugged. "I'm just saying..." *** Brandon lifted the blankets and Lonnie crawled over him and settled on his right side. Lonnie let out a soft sigh as he nuzzled his nose into Brandon's beard. His hand slipped under the cover and found Brandon's cock. "Mmm..." Brandon groaned. His cock started to fill as Lonnie's slender fingers squeezed and stroked. Fuck. They really needed to talk. If Lonnie started this, then Brandon would be asleep by the time they finished. Brandon reluctantly grabbed Lonnie's hand and laced his fingers with his. "You wanna talk about this afternoon?" Brandon asked. "Not really." Lonnie slid his leg between Brandon's and rubbed his knees against Brandon's balls as he kissed a path along Brandon's bearded jaw. "Lonnie." Brandon rolled onto his side, turning Lonnie to face him. "Brandon, please," Lonnie pleaded. "Can we just forget about it?" "No." Lonnie sighed. He rolled onto his back and folded his arms over his chest. "If you think I have some kind of daddy complex, I don't." "You gotta admit, there is some resemblance." "No, there's not!" "We're both Irish and have red hair, beards and big builds. And when we're fucking around, you call me d--" "You're nothing like him." "And is that why you're with me?" "What?" Lonnie turned back onto his side to look at Brandon. "Because I look like your dad. But unlike him, I take care of you." "I don't need you to take care of me. I can take care of myself." Brandon thought that might be debatable, but he certainly wasn't about to tell Lonnie that out loud. "You may not need me to take care of you, but you like it." "You're making me sound like some kind of helpless freak. And, F.Y.I., I call you that because it makes you hot. You get all rough and growly and it's sexy. It's not because I want you to be him. That's just gross." "Hey, I'm not trying to upset you. I just want you to be sure. Are you with me because of me?" "Brandon. I admit, I was drawn to you because you're all big and manly, okay? I have always liked big guys. Under all that meanness and scowling you do, you're really warm and loving to the people you care about, and I love that about you. Even when you were trying to deny you liked me, you still wanted to take care of me. I'm with you because I love you." Brandon stroked his hand over Lonnie's silky soft hair. "Okay, cupcake." He leaned his forehead onto Lonnie's and kissed the tip of his nose. Lonnie let out a soft breath and cuddled closer to Brandon. His voice was barely above a whisper. "I thought maybe if I gave him some time, he might come around. He looked at me with such hate." Lonnie's eyes turned glassy and his voice started to quiver. "I just want him to love me." Brandon pulled Lonnie to his chest and he held the shaking man in his arms and let him cry. How could anyone not love Lonnie? Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 06 Ben flexed his right arm at the elbow, glad to finally have the cast gone. He was over the moon at being able to use both of his hands now. He was finally back to work, driving a truck at Ace. Even though he was temporarily off the rotation for long hauls, that was fine with Ben. He could do the local transports just fine, and it kept him home with Benji. All was right in the universe as far as he was concerned. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and he had arranged for Lonnie to take Benji out to lunch and shopping or a movie to keep him busy for a few hours. There wasn't anything strange about that request. Benji and Lonnie had quickly become best friends over the past few weeks. The two little guys talked on the phone every day and hung out all the time. It was nice that Benji had a 'BFF' now, as Lonnie called him. It also meant that he saw more of his older brother. Brandon had always been his best friend since they were kids. Ben couldn't recall ever seeing Brandon like this, laid-back and carefree. Ben liked hanging out with the new, happy Brandon. As part of his plans for the big surprise, he had something he needed to take care of first, something that he didn't want Benji to know about yet. This was not a task he was looking forward to. He put his truck into park and shut the engine off. He shifted in the seat as he reached down between his legs and adjusted his flaccid cock, pushing it down into a more comfortable angle. The head of his cock was a little sore pressing against his jeans. Ben snickered. If his cock was sore, he imagined that Benji was definitely feeling it in his ass, and that made him puff his chest out a little, and he smirked cockily. He had fucked Benji twice this morning, and twice the night before. Since he got the casts removed earlier in the week, his sex drive had kicked into high gear. Oh yeah, everything was right in the universe: Benji writhing underneath him, getting his ass pounded into the mattress on a regular basis. Just the the way it should be. After double-checking the address against the piece of scrap paper, he let out a deep breath and got out of his truck. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. The door opened and a curvy, middle-aged, bleach-blond woman with blue eye shadow and too much rouge on her cheeks answered. Before she could speak, a pudgy man pushed past her. At first sight, Ben knew it was the man he was looking for. He had Benji's height, along with his blond hair and hazel eyes, but that's where the similarities ended. He looked like he hadn't shaved in days and Ben could smell stale beer on his breath. "Yeah?" he asked, looking up at Ben with a suspicious eye. "Chester Carter?" "Who wants to know?" the man asked. "I'm Ben Davis," Ben answered, extending his hand. "I'm--" Benji's father ignored Ben's hand as his eyes grew wide and his lip curled into a snarl. "I know who you are. What the fuck do you want?" Ben dropped his hand and decided to get right to the point. He didn't want to play nice with the man anyway. "I need Benji's birth certificate and social security card. I don't have time to wait for the county--" Chester snorted. "Fuck off. And tell that little faggot to do the same." He started to slam the door in Ben's face, but Ben reached out and his big hand stopped the door cold. He was proud of himself for the restraint he had used so far, but the man was already beyond trying his patience and begging for an ass kicking. If he didn't need something from him, he wouldn't have tolerated that word used against his Benji. "Look, I need that birth certificate. Just give it to me and I give you my word you won't have to worry about me or Benji bothering you ever again." "I don't got it. Now go fuck yourself. Or do I need to call the cops and have you thrown off my property?" Chester slammed the door in his face and Ben growled and flexed his fists. It was taking everything in him to not kick the door open and go caveman on his ass and beat the shit out of him, tear apart the house and take what he came for. As much as he'd like to do that, it would probably make Benji upset. Fuck. He didn't want to wait, but it looked like he didn't have a choice. He'd probably have to ruin the surprise as well since he'd need Benji to request the official documents from the government. God damn it. There went his plans. *** Brandon heard the chime of the outer door and looked up from his paperwork towards his open office door. He heard the quiet voices and giggles and didn't have to get up from his chair to know who it was. He cocked his head and tried to listen in. After spending the day shopping, Benji and Lonnie had just arrived at the Davis & Adams Remodeling office. While Lonnie was out riding around town with Benji in Benji's little red Focus, Brandon had gone in to get caught up on some paperwork and take care of the bills. Brandon easily recognized Lonnie's whisper. "So, if I swallow when the head starts to gag me, it'll slide in easier?" Brandon's pen flew out of his hand and he lost his balance as he tried to grab for it and almost fell out of his chair. Surely they weren't talking about... Brandon uprighted himself in the chair as Lonnie and Benji walked into his office. Lonnie's cheeks were flushed red, the same as Benji's. When they saw Brandon, both of them laughed nervously as if they were embarrassed. Brandon couldn't help but smile. Fuck, if Lonnie wanted to practice deep-throating cock, Brandon would be the first in line. No, he'd be the only one in line. Not that Lonnie needed practice as far as Brandon was concerned; his skills were already first rate. Lonnie set down his shopping bags and gave Brandon a dimpled smile that almost stopped his heart. Damn, he liked seeing his Lonnie happy. Brandon stood as Lonnie came around the desk. "You have a good time today, cupcake?" he asked. "Yeah," Lonnie said as he put his hands on Brandon's bulky waist and pushed up onto his toes. Brandon leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "We had fun." Lonnie brought both hands up to Brandon's face and scratched his fingers through his thick beard. "Missed you," he whispered only for Brandon's ears. Lonnie's words simultaneously warmed Brandon's core and sent his blood pumping south. Brandon gave him another longer kiss, making Lonnie moan softly against his lips. "Hi, Brandon," Benji said from the doorway. He had a little smirk on his face as he watched Brandon and Lonnie kissing. "Aren't you guys sweet?" he said with a snicker. Brandon didn't care that Benji was poking fun at him. He'd steal kisses from Lonnie any chance he got. If that made him 'sweet', then fuck it, he was sweet. He pulled Lonnie against his body and rested his chin on top of Lonnie's head as he looked over at Benji. "Hey, little bro. Thanks for keeping Lonnie company for me while I was at work." "Of course. Anytime. We had a blast," he said. He turned to Lonnie. "I better go. Ben should be home by now. I'll call you later, okay? Let me know how that... thing... works out." Lonnie's eyes widened. "Okay. Bye, Benji," Lonnie said with a nervous giggle. Benji gave the men a quick wave and left the office. "Did you get a lot of work done?" Lonnie asked Brandon, looking down at the papers and envelopes on Brandon's desk. "Yup. What was that 'thing' Benji was talking about?" Lonnie cleared his throat and his eyes darted away from Brandon's. "Nothing." Brandon smirked. Right. "I'm all set to go." "You know, I can help you with that stuff if you want," Lonnie said, nodding towards Brandon's desk. "I want to be able to help you, make things easier for you." "Yeah. I'll probably hand off some of this stuff to you." "Good. Oh," he said with a snap of his fingers as he remembered something. "We saw a really nice bedroom set today. It was on sale. Maybe we could go look at it together?" "Sure," Brandon said as he picked up Lonnie's shopping bags. "When I asked you to look for a bedroom suit, I didn't mean you had to find something on sale. I want you to get something nice, something we'll both like. As long as the bed is big and really sturdy." Brandon gave Lonnie a quick wink. "Oh my god," Lonnie muttered as he rolled his eyes. "Subtle." "While we're there, I'd like to look for living room furniture, too. We need a couch. So did you find some good stuff?" he asked as he peeked into the bags. "Just a few things for the house, some curtains for the bedroom, a doggy bed for Ricky, and a pair of pants and a shirt that were on clearance." Brandon locked up the office, put his arm around Lonnie and walked to the truck. Brandon opened the passenger door and helped Lonnie up into the cab. After he put Lonnie's purchases into the back seat, he walked around to the driver's side. Lonnie looked over at his man as he got into the truck. After Brandon backed the truck out and pulled onto the street, he reached over and laced his fingers with Lonnie's, holding his hand while he drove. They had been together for almost two months now. Lonnie was madly in love with Brandon and things were so great between them, better than Lonnie ever could have imagined. He was still amazed at how Brandon's 'coming out' was a non-event. He had expected the macho guy to want to hide in the closet, but not Brandon. Brandon didn't hesitate to tell anyone who asked that Lonnie was his boyfriend. He was even 'touchy-feely' in public. Once Lonnie got used to the PDA, he found that he liked it. He had once accused Brandon of being a coward, scared of what others thought. Knowing Brandon better, he realized that wasn't true at all. Brandon couldn't care less what other people thought of him. Lonnie strived to be more like Brandon in that regard. It was about a week after Lonnie moved in that Brandon took him on what he considered a 'real date'. They decided to go simple and easy. They went out to dinner together at a local Japanese steakhouse, then caught a movie. The hibachi style restaurant wasn't exactly authentic Japanese like his Mom used to take him to, but it was fun watching the chef cook at their table and the food was good. And Lonnie even got Brandon to try sushi, something the big man swore up and down that he'd never eat. Lonnie knew that Brandon was loathe to admit it, simply because it would be bad for his image, but Brandon actually enjoyed it. On that day, the older man had on that ever-present beat-up Browning ball cap and a pair of Oakley knockoff sunglasses, a flannel shirt over a wifebeater, worn-out jeans and his big-as-hell work boots. He looked so comfortable, so macho that it made Lonnie feel a little bit self-conscious. He had worn a black fitted shirt and a pair of jeans. Standing next to each other, they must have looked like an odd couple, total opposites. Despite his redneck image, Brandon was quite the gentleman. He opened doors for Lonnie and helped him into his chair. It was weird since they were both guys, but Lonnie found that it was kind of nice, too. After dinner, Brandon put his hand on his back as they walked out of the restaurant. Brandon seemed oblivious to the looks that people were giving the pair. As they stood in front of the movie theater box office, Brandon's hand slid down the small of Lonnie's back, resting just on the swell of his ass. Brandon leaned down and spoke softly towards his ear, while they discussed which movie they wanted to see. Lonnie knew that this time Brandon didn't miss the muttered comments and nasty looks from a group of men walking past them. Brandon didn't flinch and he didn't back off. The heated look he gave them just dared them to say something. Given Brandon's size and appearance, they would have to be damned fools to say anything to their face. Lonnie looked up at Brandon and met his eyes with a smile. The way Brandon looked down at him, his eyes were filled with such affection, Lonnie thought that Brandon was going to actually kiss him right then and there. Lonnie's cheeks pinkened at the thought and Brandon's mouth turned up in a smirk as he watched him. Feeling safe and treasured, Lonnie cuddled in closer to Brandon, and happily agreed to Brandon's choice of a big-budget action movie. That was when Lonnie realized that Brandon knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that people were watching or whispering about them. Brandon was trying to make a point to Lonnie. He wanted to be in a relationship with Lonnie and he just didn't care what other people thought. It was only him and Lonnie that mattered. Lonnie admired him for that and it inspired him to be a little braver himself. It also helped him to be more confident in their relationship. Lonnie smiled at the memory and gave Brandon's hand a little squeeze. Brandon looked over at Lonnie and smiled. He pulled Lonnie's hand up to his mouth and gave the back of his knuckles two quick kisses. Once they got into the house, Brandon tossed his keys and cap onto the table at the door. He scratched his fingers over his short hair. "Gotta pee!" Lonnie groaned as he raced through the house. Ricky yapped at him as he ran past, then ran up to Brandon and bounced around in circles, yipping happily that his daddies were home. Brandon scooped the little dog up and gave him a kiss on the top of his head. Ricky squirmed around until Brandon nearly dropped him. He set the little dog down with a laugh. After petting and loving on him a little more, Brandon took him out into the yard to do his business. No sooner had Brandon stepped inside, when Lonnie yawned and stretched his arms over his head. "I think I could use a nap." A smile crept over Brandon's mouth. That was Lonnie's way of getting Brandon into the bedroom. And that meant that Lonnie wanted to fool around. "Me, too." Brandon shut the bedroom door behind him, leaving a highly annoyed Ricky in the hallway. Lonnie quickly got naked and pushed back the covers and climbed onto the bed. "C'mere, stud," he whispered. Brandon didn't need to be told twice. He shucked his clothes in record time, tossed his cell phone on the night table, and pounced on Lonnie, making the flimsy bed frame creak in protest. Damn, they needed a new bed. Lonnie managed to roll Brandon onto his back, and then slid down his body. "Fuck," Brandon groaned as Lonnie's hot mouth surrounded his cock. He quickly stiffened to full bone as Lonnie proceeded to relentlessly suck him dry, expertly milking him with his mouth and hand. When Brandon felt an extra inch slide into Lonnie's throat, deeper than he'd ever gone before, he gripped Lonnie's hair in his fist and shouted his name as he pumped his mouth full of come. He felt Lonnie's jerking hand movements against his leg and then warm splashes of liquid soaked the hairs on his leg, accompanied by Lonnie's soft moans around his cock. Lonnie let Brandon's spent dick fall out of his mouth with a plop. He crawled up to the head of the bed and flopped onto his back, with his head on his pillows. "Whew." Yeah, whew. Brandon was so sated, he didn't even care that his leg was covered in Lonnie's rapidly cooling spunk. "You came quick," Lonnie said. "Yeah. You're just too fucking good at that." Brandon rolled onto his side. He rested his head on his hand and looked down at Lonnie. He rubbed his finger down the middle of Lonnie's chest to his belly button. "So, what was all that for?" "No special reason," he replied with a shrug. "Just missed you is all." Damn, his cupcake was a sweetheart. Brandon dipped his head down and kissed Lonnie, sweeping his tongue into Lonnie's mouth. He tasted the remnants of his own semen and pulled away, licking and smacking his lips with an unhappy frown. Lonnie looked back at him and snickered as Brandon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Hey, you don't see me complaining when you shoot my mouth full of the stuff. A little bit won't hurt you." Brandon licked his lips once more. "I guess it's not that bad. It's more the thought of it." Lonnie reached over and began rubbing Brandon's belly with his hand, letting his fingertips brush through the hair and run over the warm skin. Brandon stared down at Lonnie for a moment. "You know I was thinking... You need to call your mom, cupcake." That was not what Lonnie was expecting Brandon to say at this particular moment. He sat up and looked at Brandon like he was crazy. "Wha-huh?" "Yeah. I think you should start calling her once a week at least, to talk for as long as you want, no matter the cost." Lonnie started to argue how expensive international calls were, but then Brandon said, "She's your mom, cupcake. You'll regret it for the rest of your life if you don't take this opportunity to keep in contact with her." Knowing Brandon's situation with his own mother, there was no way he could argue with him. Lonnie pressed his hand to Brandon's bearded cheek and leaned in and kissed the big man. He took the offered cell phone and sat back on their bed to make the call. He hadn't realized how much he missed his mom until he heard her voice. When he started to get emotional, Brandon moved around the bed and moved up behind him. Brandon sat with his back against the wall and moved Lonnie so that he was sitting between his thighs, resting back against his chest. Lonnie didn't tell his mom about the situation with his dad because he didn't want her to worry. But he told her all about Brandon, how much he loved him and how happy he was living with him. He told her about his new job, and she gushed on and on, making it sound like he ran the office, when all he did was answer the phones and did the computer work. And all the while, Brandon held him tight, comforting him and pressing gentle kisses to his head. She even talked to Brandon for a few minutes, telling him embarrassing stories about when he was little, like the time when he was a toddler and he pulled off all of his clothes and his diaper and ran stark naked through the aisles at Target. It moved Lonnie to hear the two of them laughing together on the phone. After Lonnie promised to call again in a week and hung up, he and Brandon sat in silence for a while until Brandon said, "We should go to Japan and visit someday. I bet it would be nice there. Maybe this winter, you think, after Christmas?" Lonnie turned around and sat back on his knees and looked at Brandon in amazement. He leaned in and placed tender kisses on his lips, making sure that Brandon knew that he was loved. "I love you," Lonnie told him, whispered against his lips. "My big teddy bear." Brandon slid his tongue into Lonnie's mouth and slowly, deeply loved him back. The pair settled into the bed and Lonnie pulled the blankets up around them. He settled onto Brandon's chest. He softly stroked Brandon's chest fur as he listened to the man's soft snores. It was all so perfect. Almost. The only thing that was missing were those three little words. In all this time, Brandon still hadn't said that he loved Lonnie. Lonnie promised to be patient and didn't want to push, but still... He told Brandon he loved him all the time. He was sure that Brandon was in love with him, but it would be nice to hear it back at least once. *** When he heard the clomping of heavy cowboy boots step into his office, Benji lifted his head from his computer and smiled at his partner. He looked over at the clock and saw that it was after 5:00. "Oh, wow. I've been so swamped, I didn't even realize what time it was. Mondays suck." "No problem," Ben said. "I was running a little late. I had a big load to deliver." Benji smiled and lowered his voice. "Oh, too bad. I was kinda hoping that I'd get your big load delivery tonight." "You little dirty-mouthed slut," Ben laughed out loud. "I might just have to wash your mouth out... with one of my big loads." Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 06 Benji laughed. "Gimme a second, and I'll be ready to go." Ben stood by and chuckled as his boy shut down his PC and locked up. He loved when Benji got playful. He hated that his surprise was going to be ruined by his boy's asshole sperm donor. Chester Carter wasn't man enough to be called a 'father'. God damn that man. He should have beat the shit out of him two days ago when he had the chance. "Why so serious, big guy?" Benji asked him, while squeezing Ben's big bicep to get his attention. Benji pushed his fingers into the waistband of Ben's jeans and locked his fist around Ben's belt. He used that as leverage to push up on his tip-toes and give Ben a kiss on his chin, melting away the frown and furrowed brows on Ben's face. He leaned in and sniffed Ben, getting light-headed at the musky smell coming from his big, sexy man. Ben bent down and kissed Benji properly. "Just thinking about stupid shit." "Oh? Well, come on, let's go. When we get home, I'll help you relax." "Yeah? How you gonna do that?" "I guess I could rub your shoulders for you. Or I could draw you a bubble bath. Or maybe I'll just give you a blowjob." Ben looked down at Benji wide-eyed and nearly tripped over his own boots. Ben and Benji were still flirting and laughing when they exited the building to the parking lot. Benji nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a woman walking towards them. The woman with the bad dye-job, blue eye shadow, red lips, and way too much cleavage for a woman her age, had clearly been waiting outside. When she saw them, she came stalking up to them like a crazy person. She handed Ben an envelope, giving Benji a quick side-glance. She pursed her lips together and looked at Ben. "Here. Now, you keep your promise and never bother us again." Benji furrowed his brows and looked at Ben as he stuffed the envelope into his back pocket. "Ben? What is that? What's going on?" He turned back to the woman. "Who are you?" She looked Benji up and down, not bothering to hide the displeasure on her face. "I'm Edith. Chester's fiancée." Benji's mouth dropped open. Chester? As in his father Chester? Not having spoken to his father in years, he didn't even know he was dating, let alone engaged. Oh my god gross, this crazy looking woman was going to be his stepmom! Wait a minute. Ben somehow knew this woman. He turned back to Ben to ask him what the heck was going on, but a car pulled up and stopped in the middle of the parking lot. He gasped as he watched his father get out and storm up to the woman. "I knew this was where you were going," his father snapped at the woman. "I told you no!" "I don't want them hangin' over us," she sniped back. "Give 'em the papers and let them be gone!" Benji stepped forward. "Dad--" The back of Chester's hand flew so fast Benji couldn't duck. He slapped Benji so hard, he stumbled backwards. "Don't you dare call me that! Ain't no fag a son of mine!" No sooner were the hateful words out of his mouth than Ben raised his fist and slammed it straight into Chester's face, knocking the man right onto his fat ass. Ben cowered over the chubby man, spit flying from his mouth as he spoke. "You touch Benji again and I will kill you!" Ben's face was beet red, angrier than Benji had ever seen him. "You can't threaten me!" Chester protested. There was a slight quiver in his voice that gave away the brave front he was trying to put on. He ran the back of his hand across his nose, smearing the trickle of blood across his face and hand. "I'm calling the police!" Edith cried as she pulled Chester to his feet. "I'll have the both of you arrested for assault," Chester spat. He looked at Benji and added snidely, "You'd probably enjoy a little jail time, being bitch to a gang of--" Ben stepped forward and looked down at the hateful man, his right fist raised. "Don't you fucking talk to him like that," Ben snarled. "Don't even fucking look at him, so help me..." Benji snapped out of his daze and hurried to Ben's side. Now was not the time for Ben to go all captain caveman. He grabbed Ben's raised arm and tried to keep him from going after his dad again. "Ben, please. Don't. He's not worth it." Ben was seething with rage. He was pissed at the man and even more pissed at himself. He should have been faster. He should have known that the man would hit Benji. It wasn't the first time he raised his fists to Benji. He should have known. He should have protected his boy better. When Benji tugged at him, it took everything in him to let his fists drop, but he still maintained a tense posture, moving slightly in front of Benji to protect him. No way in hell was the asshole going to get another shot in. Ben was hugely intimidating and Chester tried to show a brave face, but you didn't need to be a psychic to see that he was scared to death of the big man, and rightfully so. Ben was just seconds from doing major damage to the man's face. Chester shrugged his arm out of Edith's grasp and muttered, "Just get in the goddamn car, woman." He looked at Ben and Benji and spat a wad of snotty blood onto the ground in front of Ben. As soon as they pulled away, Ben shook his right hand and groaned. "Motherfucker!" he swore as he flexed his arm at the elbow, working through the painful throb. "Are you okay?" Benji grabbed Ben's hand and wrist and examined it. He pushed his fingers into the hair on Ben's forearm, tracing the surgery scar, then rubbed his arm and elbow, trying to massage the pain away. Ben patted the hand on his elbow. "I'm fine, baby. Are you okay?" Benji nodded and stood there staring at the road. He hadn't seen his dad in so long. He never imagined that his dad would accept him or his 'lifestyle', but he certainly didn't envision their 'reunion' turning out this way. The one thing that he didn't anticipate was that his dad apparently had a life... one that didn't include his son. It hurt, but Benji would have to accept that and move on. Crying about it wouldn't do anyone any good. It certainly wouldn't make his dad love him. Besides, Benji had a new family now. Ben, Toby, Brandon and their mother, and now he had Lonnie too. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He didn't need Chester Carter or what's-her-name. But there was one thing he didn't understand. What did Ben have to do with any of this? What did he know? What was in that envelope? He looked up at Ben, who was still grinding his jaw. "Ben, what's going on?" Ben looked down at Benji, his face softening. He let out a quiet breath and reached up and rubbed his thumb over the red mark on Benji's cheek. "I'll try to explain on the way home, baby. Let's get out of here." *** "You ready to go, cupcake?" Brandon asked his boyfriend as he stepped into the office after a long, tiring day of work. Brandon and Walker were each supervising two different basement remodels. Both men liked to get in and work with their crews, while at the same time checking the work and helping out their guys. Brandon leaned on his elbows against the reception desk. "Sorry I'm running late." Even after two months, it was strange to think of the younger man as his 'boyfriend'. Brandon's coming out was kind of a non-event, at least to the people that mattered. Brandon was always the kind of guy who normally didn't give a rat's ass what people thought of him. Why change now that he was dating Lonnie? If people didn't like it, then fuck 'em. Lonnie made him happy. He made his life stress-free. He loved Brandon for who he was. What anyone else but the two of them thought didn't matter. It was that simple. It took him a long time to figure it out, but it was a lesson he'd never forget. Lonnie looked up from his computer and smiled at his man. "It's okay. I got caught up on all the proposals and schedules. I started the supply room inventory, too." "Damn, you're good." "I'm trying, Brandon, really hard." Brandon moved around the counter and pulled Lonnie up out of his chair and pulled him into his arms. "You don't have to try to impress me, baby. You're doing a great job. Me and Walker appreciate all the work you do. Saves us from having to do it. In fact, we're talking about giving you some more responsibilities around the office." "I want to earn my keep, Brandon." "You earn it every night, cupcake," Brandon said with a growl as he bit the side of Lonnie's neck and squeezed his perky little ass while grinding his crotch into Lonnie's stomach. "Mmm, every night and then some." "Brandon, I'm being serious." Brandon pulled back and looked down at his boy. Lonnie looked on the verge of falling apart into tears as he worked over his bottom lip with his teeth, avoiding eye contact with Brandon. Brandon walked over to the front door and turned the deadbolt. He took Lonnie by the hand and led him back to his office. They sat down in the chairs in front of Brandon's desk and Brandon leaned in close to Lonnie, holding his hand tightly. He tapped under Lonnie's chin, forcing the man to look up. "Look at me. Every penny on your paycheck is earned fair and square with the work you put in at the office. And you probably deserve a lot more than you take home. You don't have anything to worry about, cupcake, you hear me?" Brandon reached up and softly stroked Lonnie's cheek with the back of his hand. "Not here, and not at home." "You sure, Brandon?" Lonnie whispered. Brandon got out of his chair and squatted down in front of Lonnie. He took both of his boy's hands in his own, stroking the amazingly soft skin with his thumbs. "I'm one hundred percent sure, Lonnie. You mean so much to me, cupcake. I couldn't imagine my life without you in it. I've even grown fond of that ugly little dog of yours." Lonnie sniffled and let out a soft laugh and squeezed Brandon's fingers. "Ricky's our dog. And you love him, and you know it," he teased. "Yeah, God help me, I do," Brandon laughed. His expression grew serious. "But I love you, too, Lonnie. You know that, right? I'm not good with talking about feelings, but you have to know that I love you. It would kill me if you thought I didn't care about you." "I do know, Brandon. It's just nice to hear you finally say it." Lonnie couldn't hold it in anymore. His eyes overflowed and tears fell down his face. "I love you so much." Brandon reached up and wiped Lonnie's cheeks dry. "Aw, cupcake..." Lonnie grabbed Brandon's face in his hands and leaned forward and kissed him. Brandon took the younger man into his arms and kissed him back. Their passion ignited and Brandon gripped a handful of Lonnie's silky black hair, holding him tight in place as he ravished his boy's mouth with his tongue. "Mmm," Lonnie moaned softly as Brandon started kissing on his neck. "You're so hot." "You're so fucking sexy, baby. You make my cock so fucking hard." As if he didn't believe Brandon's words, Lonnie reached between Brandon's legs. His fingers easily found Brandon's large erection, painfully pushing at the fabric of his tight jeans. With an animal grunt, Brandon gripped Lonnie tight and picked him up, causing Lonnie to squeak in surprise and grip Brandon tight around his neck. Brandon carried him and dropped his ass on the edge of his desk. Lonnie gasped and wrapped his legs around Brandon, pulling him closer. "Gonna fuck you, baby," Brandon growled. "Right here, right now. Gonna pound you into the fucking desk." Lonnie's whole body shuddered at Brandon's pledge. "Oh, yeah, give it to me. Gimme that big daddy dick." "Fuck, boy," Brandon groaned, his knees going weak at hearing Lonnie call him 'daddy.' Brandon crushed his lips against Lonnie, taking his mouth hard and deep, thrusting his tongue into his boy's mouth. Lonnie's hands were all over Brandon's husky body, touching and pulling, trying to unbutton the man's flannel shirt. Brandon's own hands were busy at Lonnie's pants, unbuckling and unzipping. He tugged them down hard with his underwear. He pulled off one of Lonnie's shoes and tossed it aside, then yanked his pant leg off so that he could get between his boy's legs, where he belonged. He broke the kiss long enough to spit onto his fingers. While he pressed his slicked fingers between Lonnie's legs, he pushed his mouth back onto Lonnie's. Lonnie moaned around Brandon's tongue as the bigger man's fat finger breached his hole. Brandon was so passionate and rough and he was going to take what he wanted. He knew Lonnie would submit eagerly. Brandon was so hot right now, Lonnie felt like he might just burst into flames. When Brandon pulled back, Lonnie moaned at the sudden lack of contact. "No, don't stop." Brandon shrugged off his flannel shirt, leaving behind a tight wifebeater. Lonnie tried to grab at Brandon to pull his sexy bear closer, but his man squatted down out of reach. Lonnie gripped the sides of Brandon's desk in anticipation. When Lonnie felt him spread his cheeks and shove his face into his crack, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. No one else had ever done that to him before, but Brandon loved to eat his ass. It got him wet and relaxed, and made it so much easier to take that third leg his man had hanging between his legs. "Brandon," Lonnie whimpered. He leaned forward and wrapped his hands around Brandon's head. It drove Lonnie out his mind with pleasure when Brandon rimmed him. Half the time he ended up shooting all over himself before Brandon could even put that monster cock inside him. He watched the top of Brandon's head move back and forth, up and down. His beard scratched at his sensitive skin, sending Lonnie into orbit. Brandon's tongue pushed into his ass and swirled and licked and probed. The grunting noises Brandon was making while he ate him out were so manly and sexy and it turned him on even more. Brandon pulled back and stood up. Lonnie looked between Brandon's legs and moaned at the sight of that thick cock that jutted from an overgrown bush. Lonnie wrapped his fist around it, squeezing it tight, trying in vain to make his fingers touch his thumb. He slowly slid his hand up and down, covering and uncovering the helmet-shaped head with the thick foreskin. A clear drop of pre-come oozed out of the slit and Lonnie scooped it up with his finger and brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean. Fuck. Brandon was past the point of ready. He needed to be buried inside Lonnie's ass right fucking now. He yanked open a desk drawer and rifled around, hoping to find some slick. He pulled a single disposable packet of lube from the drawer, made a mental note to buy some more, then unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, giving them a push until they fell to the floor and pooled around his boots. He skinned back his foreskin and tore open the lube pack with his teeth. He squirted it all over his cock, then squeezed the rest onto Lonnie's twitching asshole. He held onto Lonnie's shoulder for leverage as he pushed the tip forward, breaching Lonnie's sphincter. Lonnie's eyes rolled back into his head. "Oh, god, you're so damn big!" Brandon looked down at Lonnie's dick, purple and wet, already throbbing, ready for release. He watched his girthy length disappear inch by inch into Lonnie's stretched sphincter. How the little man took all of his ten inches he would never know. He was just grateful that not only did he take it all, but he fucking loved it. "You're so motherfuckin' tight, baby," Brandon groaned as he bottomed out. "Gonna fuck you now. I'm gonna ruin all other cock for you." "You already did," Lonnie panted as he clung to Brandon. "The first time I had you, I knew I'd never be satisfied with anyone else." Lonnie's words made Brandon feel like a god. Christ, he was going to fuck his boy good! Brandon growled and pressed his hand to the middle of Lonnie's chest and pushed Lonnie flat on his back onto the desk. Lonnie screamed in pain and Brandon froze in a panic. "Lonnie? Baby?" Lonnie arched his back and reached under and pulled out a stapler. He tossed it onto the floor and gripped his hands on Brandon's soft waist and lifted his legs and wrapped them around Brandon's ass. "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me like only you know how." Brandon released a relieved breath as his cock swelled and hardened even further inside his boy. He gripped Lonnie's hips and locked onto his brown eyes. "Get ready, boy, 'cause I'm gonna fuck the come right outta ya." His words caused Lonnie's eyes to flutter shut. He let out a whimper and tugged Brandon's waist, urging him to move. Brandon pulled back until the crown of his cock head was about to slip out, then shoved back in, hard. As the head of his cock stabbed Lonnie's gland, the boy cried out in ecstasy, arching his back and tightening his fingers around Brandon's waist. Brandon leaned over Lonnie and braced himself on the desk. Lonnie reached a hand up and gripped Brandon's tattooed bicep for leverage. His other hand tugged up the front of Brandon's wifebeater so he could get access to all that fur on Brandon's belly and chest. Brandon pounded roughly into Lonnie's ass, battering his poor little prostate with each thrust. For a second he worried that he was being too rough, but Lonnie was clearly not in pain. The boy was writhing under Brandon, his head thrashed from side to side, his back arched up and relaxed over and over while his hips bucked up against Brandon's assault. High-pitched whimpers fell from his lips. God, Brandon loved the sounds Lonnie made when he was being fucked. His boy looked so fucking sexy underneath him, Brandon felt himself close to coming way too quickly. "Fuck me," Lonnie begged. "Harder, daddy, harder..." "You are so fucking sexy, baby. Whimper for me. Yeah, that's it, push back on my cock. Take it, boy." Brandon slammed into Lonnie, giving it to him as hard as he could. His heavy, low-hanging balls slapped against Lonnie's skin. His body slapped against Lonnie's, his knees banged into the side of his desk. The sounds echoed through the room, drowning out Lonnie's whimpers and his own grunts. When Lonnie put his hand behind Brandon's neck and tugged down, Brandon dipped his head down, and sucked hard on Lonnie's neck, bringing a bright hickey to the surface. He slid his tongue down to his nipple. He flicked his tongue back and forth across the hard nub, then gave the other one the same treatment. Lonnie threw his head back, banging it against the surface of Brandon's desk. His muscles tensed and he arched his back up and gripped Brandon's biceps in a white-knuckle grip. He pushed his aching dick against Brandon's hairy belly, letting the friction push him over the edge. His moaning raised in pitch and volume, and his entire body went tight and started to shake uncontrollably. "Fuck, yeah!" Brandon shouted triumphantly, feeling ten feet tall and proud as hell that he was about to make his boy come, and come hard. "Brandon! I'm-- Oh! Oh god, daddy, I'm coming!" And then he exploded. Brandon stared down at Lonnie, watching the amazing array of expressions on his beautiful face as he came. Brandon felt the warm bursts of liquid on his belly at the same time as Lonnie's ass muscles clamped down on his cock and started milking. Lonnie gasped and groaned underneath him and Brandon lost control. "Oh, fuck, I'm about to come, baby. Fuck, Lonnie!" Brandon could hear himself grunting like a pig with each thrust, but he was unable to hold back the noises. He lost control and slammed into his boy over and over as he rode out the most intense orgasm of his entire life. His cock felt like it swelled to twice its size as it jerked and pulsed, sending huge bursts of hot spunk so far up into Lonnie he was afraid the boy would choke on his come. His arms gave out and he collapsed onto Lonnie with a long groan. He tried to get up, but Lonnie's arms and legs tightened around him and held him down. Brandon was a sweaty mess, but apparently Lonnie didn't care. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 06 "No, please," Lonnie whispered. "Don't pull out yet." Brandon pressed his lips to the side of Lonnie's head. He lifted his head up so that he could see Lonnie properly. The expression of love on the younger man's face nearly brought him down. Lonnie looked up at Brandon, panting and struggling to catch his breath. "I love you, big daddy, I love you so much." Brandon struggled to catch his own breath, due to Lonnie's declaration of love as much as the massively intensive orgasm he just experienced. "I love you, too, cupcake." Brandon let his head drop next to Lonnie's. He held Lonnie close, mindful to keep his full weight off the smaller man, gently kissing and caressing him. The tenderness contrasted sharply to the roughness of just a few minutes earlier. He could tell Lonnie was very emotional right now, trying to hold it together to keep from crying tears of joy. It amazed Brandon how powerful those three simple words were. He wanted to kick his own ass for not saying them sooner. Their breathing slowed as they held each other. Lonnie let out a soft sigh and his legs relaxed from around Brandon and dropped against the side of the desk. His arms remained wrapped around Brandon's broad back, holding him close. Brandon's spent cock softened enough to slip out of Lonnie's body. He could feel the wetness between Lonnie's legs and knew he'd have a mess running down the side of his desk that would need to be cleaned up. In the past, Brandon was never a cuddler. Hell, he used to always fuck doggy style, so he wouldn't have to look his partner in the face. But something about Lonnie made him throw all that bullshit out the window. He fucked -- made love -- to Lonnie facing him, wanting to see his eyes and his facial expressions. God, the way Lonnie's face looked as he came was enough to take his breath away. Brandon didn't mind cuddling with Lonnie. His cupcake was a little snuggle bunny. Maybe he didn't mind because Lonnie seemed to really need the closeness. It made his cupcake so happy, and that made Brandon want to do it all the more. No, that wasn't the only reason. Brandon had to admit to himself that he loved the closeness just as much. Brandon lifted his head and looked down at Lonnie. His boy was sprawled on his desk, eyes closed, lips parted, looking as if he was nearly asleep. His pouty lips were red and swollen, and wet and juicy from their kisses. He had a vivid hickey on the side of his whisker-burned neck, marking him as taken. He looked completely debauched and totally fucked, but at the same time, there was a vulnerability about him. He was utterly adorable. Brandon leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose. Lonnie opened his eyes halfway and gave Brandon a happy and sated smile. The thought that Lonnie might not know how much he was loved by Brandon made him feel sick to his stomach. Brandon already had a plan in the works. It was something big and Lonnie would know then how much Brandon loved him. As far as Brandon was concerned, actions spoke louder than words. *** Benji stood outside Ben's shiny red semi-truck cab. He craned his neck up at the open driver's side door and frowned. "I don't know, Ben. I have so much work to catch up on. This is crazy." "It's my first long haul since I came back to work, baby. Is it crazy that I want you to come with me? After the past couple of months we've had, it'll be like a little vacation, and we could both use a break." "I suppose... not that a distribution warehouse in Cedar Rapids would be my ideal vacation spot," Benji said with a snicker. "It'll be fun. I promise." "I just can't believe that Cole agreed to it." Ben was acting so weird lately. There was that crazy business with his dad and that woman last week. Ben never explained what he got from them, he just said it was important and was part of a surprise. For the life of him, he couldn't imagine what his dad had that Ben would need. Benji had complete trust in Ben, but the insistence that he go on one of Ben's long hauls was just odd. 'Part of the surprise,' he had said. Well, Benji had to admit that he was curious about what Ben did when he was gone on the road, what it was like to sleep in the truck. And he missed Ben fiercely when he was away. He wasn't ready to be separated from him just yet. Maybe it would be like a little vacation... Ben helped Benji up into the truck -- making sure to grope his ass as he did -- and Benji moved into the passenger seat and buckled up. He watched Ben go through his checklist and note his log. As Ben wrote on his sheets, the tip of his tongue poked out and tickled the ends of the bristled hairs that made up his sexy horseshoe mustache. Yum. Ben looked so rugged and manly behind the big wheel. Ben looked back towards the sleeper mattress and smiled to himself. He couldn't wait to try out the bed. And he wasn't talking about sleeping. Benji looked out the passenger window as Ben easily maneuvered the fully loaded semi-truck off Ace property and onto the road towards the highway. He looked back over at his big guy and smiled. "You're right. This is gonna be fun." *** "I'll transfer you right away. Please hold." Lonnie tapped the 'hold' button, then pressed the 'intercom' button. "Brandon, you have a call on line one, Ralph from Floor and Tile Surplus." Lonnie watched the blinking light for a few seconds and frowned when it hadn't been picked up. He got up from his desk and walked over to Brandon's office. The office was empty. He looked over at the bathroom door to see that it was open. He shook his head and picked up Brandon's phone and pressed 'Line 1'. "I'm sorry, Ralph. Brandon stepped away from his desk. Can I have him call you back? Okay, thank you." Lonnie hung up the phone and went in search of his man. He had a pretty good idea where he was. He pushed through the back door exit, stepping into the back parking lot. The sudden bright sunlight had him shielding his eyes with his hand. He looked over and sure enough, there was Brandon. Brandon stood by the dumpster smoking a cigarette, talking to a guy who was wearing a green 'Bug Zappers' polo shirt, the name and logo of the company next door. Lonnie couldn't help but check his man out. Brandon was wearing his ball cap backwards on top of his head and a pair of sunglasses. His beard was looking a little scraggly around the edges. Even though Brandon was talking to the bug guy, with his eyes hidden behind the Oakley knockoffs, Lonnie knew that Brandon was watching him. Brandon's hand discreetly reached down and his fingers cupped and pushed his bulging package, shifting his dick into a more comfortable position. Woof. As Lonnie approached, Brandon took one final drag, dropped his cigarette butt and stomped it out using his work boot, exhaling his smoke upwards away from his friend. The bug guy did the same. "Brandon, Ralph called again. He wants you to call him back as soon as possible." "Thanks." He turned to the bug guy. "Corey, this is Lonnie, our new office manager." Corey was a handsome man, in good shape, and his salt and pepper hair gave him a distinguished look, but he wasn't really Lonnie's type. Lonnie gave Corey a friendly smile and held out his hand. "Hi. Nice to meet you." Corey shook Lonnie's hand. "Corey Lawrence. I own Bug Zappers next door. It's very nice to meet you." Corey held onto Lonnie's hand as his eyes slid up and down Lonnie's body. "Very nice." As Corey pulled his hand back, his fingers lightly stroked the inside of Lonnie's palm. Lonnie felt embarrassed at the older man's obvious attention. It wasn't that he was interested, not at all, but the man was shameless. Lonnie heard a grunt from Brandon and turned his way. The sunglasses and blank expression didn't really give away what Brandon was thinking. Didn't Brandon know the man was hitting on him? Didn't he care? "How long have you been working at D and A?" Lonnie heard the question and looked back at Corey. It took a second to process what the man was asking since he had been concentrating on Brandon. "Uh, I've been working here almost two months now." Brandon looked back and forth between the two men. What. The. Fuck! Was Corey hitting on Lonnie right in front of him? And why wasn't Lonnie getting pissed off? Did that motherfucker Corey just wet his lips while looking at his cupcake? And now he's making a stupid lame-ass joke about some god-damned bugs? Wait. Did Lonnie just fucking giggle? "So, if you ever need anything, you give me a call," Corey said as he pressed a business card into Lonnie's hand. "My cell phone number's listed there." Oh, hell no! Brandon snatched the business card and crumpled it up and tossed it at Corey. It smacked his forehead and bounced onto the pavement. Lonnie gasped and looked up at Brandon, his jaw dropped in shock. Corey looked at Brandon like he had lost his mind. "What the hell, man!" He furrowed his brow at Brandon and rubbed the middle of his forehead. Brandon grabbed Lonnie's hand and yanked the smaller man to his side. He spoke calmly and clearly, trying to keep the rage from his voice. "Lonnie's not just my office manager. He's my partner." Brandon glanced down at Lonnie, expecting his boy to be majorly pissed off at his caveman-like behavior. But, goddammit, Lonnie was his! He didn't know what the hell to think when he saw that Lonnie had a huge grin on his face. "Oh." The shock of the whole situation was clearly written all over Corey's face. He held up his hands palms out, in a gesture meant to try to calm Brandon. "Oh, I'm sorry, man, I didn't... Hell, I didn't even know you were gay." "Yeah," Brandon said. "I am." Corey turned to Lonnie. "I apologize." Lonnie shrugged a shoulder. "It's okay. You didn't know." "You wouldn't happen to have any brothers, do you?" Corey asked with a wink. "No," Lonnie said with a laugh. "All right," Corey said with a exaggerated sigh. He looked down at his watch. "I'd better get back inside. Talk to you later, Brandon. Nice meeting you, Lonnie. Gimme a call if this one doesn't treat you right." "You don't have to worry about that," Brandon growled. Brandon and Lonnie walked back into the D and A offices, still holding hands, neither of them speaking. When they stepped into Brandon's office, Lonnie shut the door behind them. Brandon sat down in his chair and pulled out his phone to look for Ralph's contact information. Lonnie dropped onto his knees in front of Brandon's chair and pushed his thick thighs apart. Brandon looked down at Lonnie, eyes wide open, jaw dropped to his chest. "Lonnie?" Brandon swore that Lonnie's eyes went glassy. "You got jealous and you claimed me. You said you were gay. You said I was your partner." He took in a deep breath and it stuttered as he exhaled. "For all those things, you're about to get the blowjob of your life." "Oh, fuck," Brandon groaned. As Lonnie lowered his zipper, Brandon leaned his head back and closed his eyes. *** Ben helped Benji down from the truck cab and they walked together towards the rest stop bathrooms. Ben was done driving for the night and they'd spend the night here before continuing on in the morning. Benji covered his mouth and yawned. He looked around the darkened parking lot and noted the semi-trucks parked there, apparently stopping for the night as well. He followed Ben into the restroom, the door opening with a loud creak that echoed through the empty bathroom. After they brushed their teeth at one of the sinks, they both took a stall to do their business. Ben moved into the first stall, and Benji left an empty buffer stall between them. He just had to pee, but he was pretty sure Ben had to do more. And he sure as heck didn't want to hear -- or smell -- Ben going to the bathroom. He had more than enough of that. And thank god Ben had the use of both of his hands now! When Benji finished, he went to the sink and washed his hands. He moved to the side to wait for Ben. He leaned over and peeked under the stall and saw jeans pooled around a familiar pair of size fourteen cowboy boots and knew that Ben was still there. When the outer door creaked open, Benji quickly stood upright and leaned back against the wall. A burly man in a Pete trucker cap walked into the restroom and he eyed Benji up and down as he approached. Benji gave him a nervous smile and looked away, wishing that Ben would hurry up. The man walked into the stall previously occupied by Benji. Benji tapped his fingers against his thigh, nervously waiting. He glanced back over to Ben's feet and was relieved to see him starting to move around. His eyes slid to the stall he came out of and he drew in a sharp gasp. The trucker had the stall door partially open and was openly jerking off while staring at him. "C'mere, boy," he grunted through his teeth. "Suck me off. Make it quick." He wagged his fat dick at Benji. Benji gasped again and pushed himself off the wall as Ben exited his stall. "Let's go," Benji hissed quietly to Ben, trying to pull him away. Ben frowned at Benji as he went to the sink and washed his hands. "What's wrong?" Benji nodded his head over to the other guy, who was standing in the stall door. He had put his dick back in his jeans, but he had his hand cupped over it. "He your boy?" he asked Ben, tipping his chin towards Benji. "You share?" He squeezed his dick through his jeans, making sure Ben knew what he wanted from Benji. Ben growled and his face went red with anger. Seeing that the situation could get out of control real quick, Benji grabbed his arm. "Ben. Don't." Giving the man one last scowl, Ben put his hand on the small of Benji's back and quickly led him out of the building to the parking lot. As they walked back to the truck, Ben was muttering and cursing under his breath. Benji grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Ben, it's okay. Let it go." Ben stopped and let out a sigh. He looked down at Benji. "I'm sorry. I just get so fucking jealous, I see red. The thought of that motherfucker looking at you like that while groping himself... It's so fucking disrespectful." "He didn't know that I was with someone. And you know I'm not interested in anyone but you. I'm yours, Ben." Ben looked down at Benji, his eyes still burning with rage. He repeated Benji's words, for Benji's benefit as much as his own. "You're mine, Benji." "Only yours, Ben." Ben took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Benji was right. The man didn't know that Benji wasn't available. Ben was going to take care of that very soon. In a few days, everyone would know that Benji was taken. Either way, Ben would be more careful with his Benji at the truck stops and rest areas. No way in hell was he going to let anyone look at his baby like he was some kind of 'good buddy' looking for tricks. No fucking way. Once they got back into the truck, Ben moved between the seats and opened the curtain and crawled into the sleeper. Benji followed him in, closing the curtain behind him. They got undressed in the dark, cramped space. Benji helped Ben yank off his cowboy boots, then the two of them dropped their clothes onto the floor. "Are you sure there's enough room?" Benji asked as he crawled over Ben's huge body and tried to get comfortable on the sleeper mattress. He pulled the sheet up and settled down on his side facing the back wall. Benji wasn't sure how Ben slept in his truck cab at night. It seemed like it would be too cramped for his big man. Ben was super tall at six-foot-six and he weighed a hefty 300 pounds. "Yup. We'll be in close quarters, but you'll be fine. Hell, when we sleep in our king-size bed at home, you're always all up on my side anyways." Benji turned and gave Ben a playful scowl over his shoulder. "Oh, well, I'll just make sure to stay on my side of the bed from now on." "Did I say I didn't like it?" Ben asked as he moved his body across the mattress on a diagonal and spooned up behind Benji's smaller form, adjusting him so that they were both somewhat comfortable. He pulled Benji back to his brawny body and Benji snuggled back against his hairy chest. Ben pressed his hips forward, pushing his hard cock against Benji's hot little ass. He smiled when he heard Benji's breathing hitch. "This is usually about the time when I'd be calling you," Ben said in his baby's ear. "Trying to get you to have phone sex with me." "Oh god," Benji said as he covered his eyes and blushed. "You know that weirds me out." "I know. One of these days, I'm gonna get you to do it, though," Ben husked into Benji's ear. Knowing how much Benji liked his facial hair, he rubbed the thick whiskers of his mustache along Benji's neck and his outer ear, while planting small kisses and flicks of his tongue. "I wanna hear you jerk off for me, hear those little sounds you make, hear you come for me. You know that every time after I hang up with you, I have to jerk off, don't you? Oh yeah," he whispered as he licked along Benji's ear. "Just hearing your voice makes me so damn hard, I have to pound one out as soon as we hang up. I fill up a sock with one of my big loads, wishing it was your mouth or your ass I was pumping full of my jizz." Benji drew in a breath, shuddered and let out a soft moan, "Oh my god, Ben..." Ben chuckled in Benji's ear, loving how easy it was to turn his baby on. Benji's hand slid on top of Ben's, which was resting against his chest, holding him tight. Benji gave the hand a firm push, sliding it down his chest and stomach. When Ben's hand came in contact with Benji's hard-on, Benji moaned and pressed Ben's hand onto it. Ben wrapped his fingers around the slender shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling it throb in his fist. "Ben," he whispered. "Please." "What do you want baby? Tell me." "Make love to me, Ben." Ben reached behind his head into the cubby hole along the side of the truck and pulled out a full bottle of lube. He bought the bottle especially for this trip. He jerked off a lot on the road, but he didn't need lube. All he needed was a little pre-come and his fist and foreskin took care of the rest. Ben snapped open the purple cap and slicked up his fingers. "I got you. I'm gonna take care of you, baby," he whispered seductively into Benji's ear. "Don't I always take care of you? You're mine. I love you so fucking much. Let me show you how much I love you." Ben slid his fingers into Benji's crease and stroked a circle around Benji's tight little hole. He stroked and fondled the pink pucker with the tip of his finger, then pushed inside. Benji moaned, gripping the beefy arm around his chest with one hand. The other grabbed onto Ben's hip and held tight. Ben stretched his baby out slowly and gently with a pair of fingers before pushing in three fingers. He used a steady motion to open and relax Benji's hole. "Ben... Need you, Ben. Now. Please. I can't... I can't wait." Benji's voice cracked, and Ben could hear the wanton desire in it. He slicked up his cock with the lube and rubbed the bare head back and forth across his Benji's entrance, teasing and toying with him. "Ben," Benji moaned. "Put it in." He pushed his ass back against Ben while pulling at his hip with his hand. Ben pushed his hips forward allowing the tip to barely breach the muscle, then pulled back. "No," Benji moaned. "Don't tease me, please! I want you so bad." Ben snickered. "I got what you need, Benji. Don't I?" "Yes! I need it, Ben." Ben rubbed his cock head along Benji's crack, stopping when it found its target. He paused then backed up again. Benji whimpered in frustration and Ben just smiled. "Put your big dick in me. Fuck me!" God damn. With that, Ben couldn't resist anymore, teasing time was over. Holding Benji steady on his side, Ben spooned up behind him. He pushed forward and in one smooth motion, buried his cock to the hilt inside Benji. He pushed his forehead into Benji's neck and held on tight, holding him back against his body. Benji trembled in his arms as he willed himself to relax against Ben. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 06 When Ben felt Benji's sphincter relax and open, he began to move. He rocked his hips back and forth, slow and steady. He slicked up a hand and gripped Benji's cock. Benji moaned and bucked his hips into Ben's slick fist, then pushed back against him. "Oh god, oh god, Ben!" Ben's mouth clamped onto the side of Benji's neck. He sucked hard, bringing a large angry bruise to the surface. There would be no doubt that Benji was taken now. "You're mine, baby," he growled into Benji's ear. "No one else touches you, ever." He sucked another hickey in the soft hollow below that ear. His hand moved up and down Benji's dick as he pumped his cock into Benji's ass. He rubbed his mustache against Benji's neck, then slid his mouth down to claim another spot on Benji's neck. "Yes, Ben, yes. I'm yours, only yours. Ben, you're gonna make me come, please don't stop!" Ben growled against Benji's neck and sucked harder. His fist moved on Benji's dick in rhythm with the snap of his hips. Benji's body went stiff in Ben's arms. With a sob, he released hard. His body shuddered and Ben felt warm spunk coating his hand, shooting out onto the bed in front of Benji. Benji's ass contracted rhythmically around Ben's cock, like it was trying to suck him deeper into his body. Ben thrust hard and with a cry of his baby's name, he came inside Benji's quivering channel, filling his tight ass to overflowing with a huge load of hot come. Ben planted gentle kisses all over his baby, anywhere his lips could reach. When Ben's cock softened enough for Benji's body to push him out, Benji rolled over and kissed his man deeply. Benji fell asleep in that same position. Laying his head down, softly breathing into Ben's neck while Ben rubbed a big hand up and down his back. He laid quietly for a while holding Benji while he went over in his mind all of the things he needed to do. *** Lonnie found Brandon in the garage. He was leaning against his workbench, having a smoke. "There you are." Brandon squinted his eyes as he drew in the heated smoke. He held it a second while he looked over at Lonnie's disapproving face. He exhaled. "Yup," he said simply as he looked away from Lonnie. Lonnie walked up to Brandon and pushed his hands into the front of Brandon's jeans, and linked his hands around his belt. "I thought we were supposed to be getting ready to go? Not sneaking off for a cigarette." "I needed a smoke." Lonnie didn't have to be a mind reader to tell that Brandon was nervous about today. He was too, so he couldn't blame the guy for wanting a cigarette to calm his nerves. He tried to make a joke to lighten the mood. "Smoking is bad for you, you know." "Really? I hadn't heard that," he said dryly. "I'll make you a deal. Next time you want a cigarette, come find me. I'll give you something else to do." "Like what?" "Well, like a neck massage. You seem to like those. Or maybe..." Lonnie's nimble fingers unbuckled Brandon's belt and he dropped down to his knees as he unzipped. Brandon's semi-hard dick flopped out into the open and Lonnie couldn't help but moan and start to drool at the sight of that slab of uncut meat. He gripped Brandon's thighs and took him into his mouth. He pushed his foreskin back with his lips, then took the whole thing into his mouth while he still could. Once it started to grow to its full size, he'd never get the whole thing into his mouth, but sure as hell was going to try. He loved to feel Brandon's dick grow from soft to hard in his mouth. He lifted his eyes and stared up at Brandon while he blew him. Brandon stared down at Lonnie, watching his boy suck his cock. He took a drag of his cigarette, holding it in his right-hand fingers, while his left guided Lonnie's head up and down. He had a feeling that this was going to be his last smoke. Taking a long, final drag, he tossed the butt into the coffee can on the workbench. He grabbed Lonnie's head with both of his hands. "Yeah, baby, suck my cock." The head of Brandon's cock tapped the back of Lonnie's throat. Lonnie choked a bit the first time. The second time, he gulped and the head of Brandon's cock slipped into Lonnie's throat. He breathed through his nose, remaining calm. He was moaning and slobbering all over Brandon's shaft. The big man was cursing and groaning loudly, bucking his hips. The drool dripped down, spilling onto Brandon's tightening sack. "Deep throat me, boy." Lonnie was getting about eight of Brandon's inches into his mouth and throat now. A little more practice and he'd get it all. The thought made him speed up his motions and increase his suction. He hummed happily, sending vibrations through Brandon's prick right into his core. "Oh fuck," Brandon grunted, overwhelmed by the sensations of being sucked so fucking deep. "I'm gonna fucking come in your mouth, baby." With a shout, he bucked forward and unleashed a torrent of spunk into his boy's greedy throat. Lonnie backed off, wanting to savor the taste of Brandon's come as the head spurted jet after jet into his mouth. Lonnie let it pool on his tongue before having to swallow. Once Brandon finally stopped coming, Lonnie used his tongue clean up his balls, and all around the shaft. He took the head back into his mouth and swirled his tongue all around the foreskin. "God damn, cupcake," Brandon panted. Brandon helped Lonnie to his feet, pulling him off his cock with a pop. He squatted down in front of the smaller man while undoing his pants. Lonnie was already trembling, and he held onto Brandon's shoulders for support. Brandon spit into his hand and wrapped his fingers around Lonnie's dick. He watched a drop of pre-come ooze out and Brandon swiped his thumb across the head. For a second he wondered what it would be like to taste Lonnie. He moved his hand slowly and steadily. He gave his fist a twist, then flicked his thumb across the head. Lonnie moaned loudly. Oh god, there was no way he could hold back. Brandon's hand was just too good. Within a minute, he was crying out, pumping his load all over. He splashed Brandon's lips and chin with the first shot, then his shirt, then spurted and oozed all over his hand. Brandon held onto Lonnie's hip with his free hand, trapping him in place and kept teasing the sensitive head with his thumb and fingers, making Lonnie buck and squirm. "Brandon! Oh god, no more!" Brandon let Lonnie go with a laugh and stood up. After sharing a sloppy kiss, the pair hiked their pants back up. Brandon grabbed Lonnie's hand and led him back towards the house. He looked down at Lonnie with a smirk. "You should know I smoke a pack a day, so you better buy some knee pads." They both laughed and Lonnie pushed against his big bear with his shoulder. *** Lonnie chewed his thumbnail as he followed Brandon down the white, sterile hallway. He felt like his body was going to shake apart from nerves. This was a really big deal, no matter how much Brandon tried to downplay it. Lonnie had avoided going for the past couple of months, but this time Brandon wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. He knew Brandon was right. It was time. Brandon pulled Lonnie's hand away from his mouth. "It'll be okay, Lonnie." "Can't help it," he muttered. "Hey, if I gotta give up smokes, then you gotta give up chewing your thumbnails. If you need something in your mouth, that can be arranged." He groped his crotch in case the innuendo was lost on Lonnie. "Brandon!" Lonnie hissed, looking around to make sure that they weren't seen or heard. Brandon just laughed. Lonnie didn't think it was possible to embarrass the big man. Brandon stopped in front of a doorway and took a deep breath. With a smile on his face, he entered the room. As soon as Lonnie saw the woman seated by the window, he knew that she was Brandon's mom. Though she was frail and thin, he could tell that back in the day she must have been quite the looker. Her auburn hair was mostly gray now, but she had the same beautiful green eyes that Brandon had. "Hey, mom," Brandon said with a grin. "My Brandon, you came," Bonnie Davis said as her eyes teared up. Brandon leaned down and gave her a kiss and hugged her tight. "I come every week, mom." He started to pull back, but then hugged her again. "I love you," he whispered. He let go and stood up, feeling proud of himself for expressing his feelings. Lonnie taught him how important that was. "Ben and Benji are really sorry they couldn't come this week, but they had to go out of town for work." "Oh, well, my Bennie is so busy. He's very important, you know. Both my boys are." "Yup, I know. He will be back next week, with a surprise that I know you will love." She looked over at Lonnie and grinned. "Benji, you came." She held out her arms for a hug and Lonnie looked at Brandon, unsure of what to do. He moved forward and let himself be pulled down into a warm embrace. "Mom, that's not Benji," Brandon said. "His name's Lonnie." "Nice to meet you, ma'am," Lonnie said as he moved back to stand upright. "I'm Lonnie O'Reilly." Brandon stood beside Lonnie, rubbing circles on his back. "Lonnie's my cupcake, mom. I'm sorry I haven't brought him by sooner. I've been wanting you to meet him since we've moved in together." "O'Reilly is a good Irish name." "His daddy's Irish," Brandon said with a smile. "Lonnie's got that Irish spunk in him." Brandon reached out and rubbed Lonnie's belly and shot him a wink. Lonnie choked and coughed and looked at Brandon wide-eyed. He didn't miss Brandon's filthy innuendo and he prayed that his mom didn't know what Brandon was joking about. He was still a little surprised at how Brandon just spoke so comfortably and openly. Brandon had a big grin on his face. He took Lonnie's hand and pulled him closer. He pulled Lonnie's hand up to his mouth and gave it a kiss on the back of his knuckles. "I love Lonnie, momma." Bonnie covered her mouth in surprise, then held out her hands. Lonnie hesitantly reached out and took her hands in his as Bonnie looked him up and down, a giddy smile on her face. "Oh, Brandon, I'm so happy for you. I just knew you would find someone. Both of my boys deserve to be happy." Bonnie brushed a hand across Lonnie's cheek. "And she is so, so pretty." Lonnie's cheeks flushed pink and Brandon tried to suppress a snicker. "Lonnie's a man, momma." "Oh. I wondered where her boobies were." "Oh my god," Lonnie groaned under his breath while Brandon laughed out loud. "Come sit with me, sweetie," she said as she patted the chair next to her. Lonnie picked up the book of crossword puzzles from the seat and put it on the table and sat down next to Bonnie, who held his hand tightly. "Your hair is so pretty." She reached up and touched the locks of raven hair that were starting to curl at the base of his neck. "Thank you, ma'am." "How did you meet Brandon? Tell me all about it." Brandon sat down and watched his mom and Lonnie. He was so happy she was having a good day today. And she accepted Lonnie without even batting an eye. As he watched Lonnie and his mom talk about how Lonnie and Brandon met, he never felt happier. He should have brought Lonnie here weeks ago. "So when are you going to give me grandchildren?" Bonnie asked. She looked Lonnie up and down and frowned. "We might have to get some more meat on your bones. There's no way you're going to push a baby out of those tiny little hips." Lonnie looked at Brandon helplessly, but Brandon was too busy bent over, clutching his stomach, slapping his foot on the ground and wiping tears from his eyes as he laughed his ass off. *** When they pulled into the distribution center's warehouse lot, Ben backed the semi-truck into the designated unloading dock. Benji was still amazed at how deftly Ben handled the big tractor trailer. He operated it like it was part of him, so comfortable and effortless. Ben got out of the truck cab, and then helped Benji down. Benji gave Ben the manifest and the pair walked inside to the receiving office. "Hey, Ben!" the clerk said cheerfully. "I haven't seen you in a couple of months, right? You training a newbie?" The guy at the receiving clerk's window was grinning like an idiot, clearly happy to see Ben. Benji felt a rush of jealously go through him. Who did this cute little twink think he was, smiling at his man like that? Ben smiled back at the twink. "No, this is Benji." He looked at Benji and gasped. "Benji! It's Chris." "Oh, hi, Chris." Benji smiled as he reached out and shook his hand. "We used to talk all the time on the phone and email. It's nice to finally put a face to the name." When Benji was a dispatcher, he used to talk to Chris about once every two weeks. Transfers between their two warehouses were one of Ace's regular long haul routes. Now, Steve handled Chris's account. Duh. Benji should have known that it would be Chris they'd be seeing today. He hadn't been off the job that long to forget. Ben gave Chris the manifest and they sat down in the trucker's lounge, grabbed a couple of sodas and waited for the truck manifest to be verified. Once they were all set, they went back to the truck cab and Ben drove the bobtail to a nearby motel off the interstate. As much fun as Benji had in the truck with Ben, he was more than ready to sleep in a real bed. After checking in, Ben had Benji order room service while he took a quick shower. When Benji came out of the bathroom after his shower, Ben had dinner all set up at the little table. He had the lights turned down and even had a taper candle lit. Benji smiled and joined Ben at the table, touched by Ben's attempt at being romantic. Their steak dinner was pretty good for a small town motel, but Benji could tell that Ben was nervous and distracted about something. He asked a couple of times, but Ben just claimed that he was tired after the long drive. Benji thought back to the cute twink at the warehouse. "How well do you know Chris?" Ben choked on his bite of potato. He coughed into his napkin and swallowed. "Benji." Shit. This wasn't what this trip was supposed to be about. "I can tell you're nervous about this trip. Be honest, Ben." "It's got nothing to do with Chris, baby." Benji pushed his veggies around with his fork while he stared at his plate. "But you... and him... you fucked him." "No! I never fucked Chris. A long time ago, we hooked up once. He blew me. That was all. That was before you even started working at Ace. I swear, Benji." "I'm sorry, Ben. I guess I'm just jealous." Benji's eyes started to get a little misty. "He's cute." Benji sniffled and then turned up his nose. "But he's a slut. I can tell by the way he was flirting with you." Ben reached across the table and squeezed Benji's hand. "There's no reason to be jealous. I don't want anyone but you. Not now, not ever. Besides, Chris can't hold a candle to you. You're fucking adorable. And you keep me more than satisfied in the bedroom." Benji blushed and rolled his eyes. "Well, he better keep his hands and eyes off you." "You don't have anything to worry about." Benji picked up his fork and started to eat, dropping the subject. Ben let out a sigh of relief. As they finished up their dinner, Ben tried his best to stay calm and relaxed. He wanted the rest of the evening to be perfect for Benji. "This is super good," Benji said as he took another bite of the dessert they were sharing. The buttery cake had a layer of pudding and sliced fruit in the middle, topped with whipped cream and a chocolate covered strawberry. "Mm-hmm," Ben grunted as he stared down at the plate. Ben scooped a bite and chewed it, swallowing loudly. His relaxation techniques weren't working. He couldn't get his nerves under control. Benji probably thought he was completely nuts. He looked up when he heard Benji softly laughing. His eyes widened as Benji leaned over the table and licked his chin. "Mmm. Whipped cream." Ben's mouth fell open and his cock stiffened in his jeans, pushing painfully against his zipper. He looked down at the cake. "Hurry up and eat, baby," he husked. Benji smiled and scooped another big spoonful. Ben watched the spoon as it went into Benji's mouth. When he saw a glint of metal, he reached out and tried to stop Benji, but it was too late. "Ow!" Benji cried out as he cupped his hand over his mouth. His eyes widened as he looked at Ben in shock. He cupped his hand under his mouth and pursed his lips and spit out a small piece of metal. "What the--" Benji looked down at the gold ring he held in the palm of his hand. He picked up the ring with his fingers and stared at it. The gold domed style band was heavy, wide and masculine. Ben watched Benji stare at the ring, holding it in his shaking hand. Shit. His stomach started to churn when Benji didn't respond. This was the worst idea ever. What the hell was he thinking hiding it in the dessert? Then Benji looked up at him. Benji's jaw quivered and tears welled up in his eyes. Ben swiftly moved in front of Benji, turning his chair as he did. He got down on one knee and gripped his baby's hands tightly. "I know I'm supposed to give a big speech here, but I'm not good with words, baby, but... You're mine and I want everyone to know it. In sickness and in health, right? Will you marry me, Benji?" Benji nodded frantically and the tears finally spilled over. Ben slid the ring onto Benji's finger and kissed him. Benji held Ben's face in his hands and returned his kiss with equal passion. "I love you." "I love you, too." Ben lifted his new fiancé up, tossed him over his shoulder and carried him to the bed, where he proceeded to ravish him. All night long. Three times. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 07 "Where are we going?" Lonnie asked as Brandon missed their turn. Ricky squirmed in his lap, trying to look out the window. "And why did you bring Ricky?" Brandon cut his eyes over at his little man, before turning his attention back to the road. "It's a surprise." "Oh. I like surprises," Lonnie grinned as he looked up and down the street, trying to figure out their destination. "Good." Brandon seemed a little nervous to Lonnie, which made him wonder all the more what the surprise was about. When Brandon stopped in front of the pizzeria and parked the truck, Lonnie frowned. "Pizza is the surprise?" "No, smart ass. I'll be right back." Brandon leaned over and gave Lonnie a quick peck on the lips. He left the truck's diesel engine idling and hopped out. Ricky bounced up Lonnie's lap and put his paws up on the window and watched his big daddy walk around the front of the truck. Lonnie watched his sexy bear of a man get out of the truck and hurry into the restaurant. Brandon returned a few minutes later with a large pizza box, breadsticks, and a plastic bag with bottles of soda. When Ricky saw Brandon, he bounced off Lonnie's lap into Brandon's seat. The little dog's tail was wagging a mile a minute. Brandon managed to get the door open before Lonnie could reach over and help. "Scoot, pest," Brandon growled at Ricky. Brandon handed the items to Lonnie as he got into the truck, then scooped Ricky up, gave him a quick kiss on top of his head, and then put him on the floor in front of Lonnie's feet. Lonnie turned around and carefully put the pizza on the back seat. He put the bag of breadsticks into the bag with the sodas and set it on the floor, next to a big duffel bag. Lonnie poked at the bag, wondering what was in it and if it was related to the surprise. Brandon put the F-250 into gear and turned and looked out the window towards the street. The engine rumbled loudly as he pulled into traffic. Lonnie turned back around and put his seat belt back on. He looked out the window, trying to get his bearings on their secret destination. They drove for about fifteen minutes before things started looking familiar. When Brandon turned down onto the dead-end road, Lonnie's heart began to race. He had been dying to see the old flip house ever since the construction was finished just two days ago. He was especially excited to see the inside, since Brandon asked for his advice on paint colors and other decorating choices. That really made him feel good, like he was really part of the company. He couldn't wait to see how it all turned out. Brandon pulled into the driveway of the small ranch home, parking the truck in the driveway, in front of the garage. Lonnie's mouth fell open at the sight in front of him. "Oh my god, Brandon! This is fabulous!" Lonnie unbuckled his seat belt, pushed the door open and stepped down onto the running board. He hopped down onto the driveway, scooped up Ricky and set him down on the ground, and walked around to the other side of the truck to look at the house. The flip house had been repaired and completely repainted on the outside, a really pretty shade of pale green, exactly the color he suggested. Brand new shutters framed the windows. A new application of sod on all sides made it look like a real home. The walkway from the sidewalk to the rebuilt front porch was lined with stones and flower beds. It was way more deluxe than he imagined it would be. Brandon fished into his pocket and handed Lonnie a keyring with a single key on it. "Here, cupcake." Brandon watched Lonnie's face light up. Those dimples he loved so much made an appearance and he couldn't help but smile. He grabbed the pizza, drinks, and the duffel bag he had stashed earlier in the day. He followed Lonnie up the sidewalk to the front porch. Lonnie put the key into the deadbolt lock and turned around and looked back at Brandon. "I've never come in this way before. I can't wait to see how it turned out." They both chuckled as Lonnie pushed open the door. As soon as he stepped into the living room, Lonnie couldn't help but gasp. The inside of the house had been gutted and remodeled. Long gone was the cold, dark abandoned house that he took refuge in when he became homeless. The inside was almost unrecognizable. The dirty carpeting had been torn out and replaced with beautiful bamboo floors throughout the home. The living room was painted the earthy, warm sage green color he had chosen. The fireplace had been refinished with a gorgeous stone work. Lonnie ran his hand along the fireplace mantle, wishing that he could have enjoyed such gorgeous craftsmanship in the short time that he lived here. He flipped the switch next to the fireplace and the gas ignited, bathing the fireplace logs in bright, warm flames. He watched the flickering flames longingly for a moment. How sexy would it be to make love with Brandon in front of the fire on a cold winter night? He shut the switch off and moved on. The living room flowed right into the dining room, which had a simple chandelier and white wainscoting on the walls to differentiate it from the living room space. Lonnie leaned on the new counter that separated the brand new kitchen from the dining room. New stainless steel appliances, custom cabinets, and granite countertops gave it a fresh, contemporary look. Brandon set the pizza box and bags on the breakfast bar and they continued their tour. Off the kitchen was a pantry and a utility room that had a new washer and dryer. Moving down the hallway to the bedrooms was the newly remodeled bathroom, the two smaller bedrooms and finally the master bedroom. It was the master bathroom that made Lonnie want to cry from envy. A new bathtub with jets sat in the corner. There was a separate glass shower stall big enough for two, complete with dual shower heads. A huge mirror took up the wall above the double sink vanity. The tile work was simply amazing. Ricky's nails clicked on the tiled floor as he walked around the bathroom, sniffing all of the new fixtures. Brandon snapped his fingers. "Boy, if you lift your leg in here, I'm gonna drop kick your ugly little ass." As they walked back to the kitchen, Lonnie shook his head. "Brandon, this is just amazing. I can't believe the work you guys put into it. I thought you were going to go cheap and quick?" "Well, it started out that way, but this place is special to me." Lonnie squeezed Brandon's hand, touched that he thought of the house where they first met as special. "Yeah. It's nice to see it like this, the way it should be." "Let's go out back." They walked into the kitchen towards the back door. Lonnie smiled when he saw that the doggie door was still there. Ricky darted between their legs, heading right for the doggie door. He hit the doggie door and then fell back onto his butt when it didn't swing open. "Aw, poor baby," Lonnie said. Ricky yipped at the door. Brandon laughed and tapped it with his steel-toed boot and it didn't swing open. "It's remote controlled, like Toby's," he explained. "It only opens with the right sensor on the dog collar. Don't want any ugly stray mutts to come in and squat." Lonnie laughed. "You're so mean. Don't talk about our baby that way." Brandon lifted an eyebrow and looked down at Ricky. "That is not my baby. That is a dog." "Mm-hmm. Whatever you say." Lonnie knew damn well how much Brandon loved Ricky, no matter what he said. Lonnie opened the door and walked past a protesting Brandon. Stepping through the back door, the back yard was unrecognizable. In place of the crumbling concrete steps was a brand new wooden deck. The deck wasn't too large, but it would be plenty big enough to hold a patio table set and a barbecue grill. Three little steps led down to a completely sodded back yard that was now enclosed in with a wood-slat privacy fence. A row of saplings along the back fence would give the yard a little more privacy once they grew up and out. Lonnie leaned against the deck railing and looked out at the yard, watching Ricky running around the yard looking for the perfect spot to lift his leg on. "You like it, cupcake?" Brandon asked as he slid next to Lonnie and put his arm around his shoulders. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of his cupcake's head. "I love it. It's perfect, Brandon," he replied quietly. "Whoever buys this place will be really happy." While he was overjoyed that the house had been renovated so lovingly and so beautifully, the thought of someone else living in the house hurt his heart. Lonnie blinked away the tears that started to form. He was just being stupid. It was just a house. He pulled the key out of his pocket and held it out to Brandon. Brandon closed Lonnie's fist around the key. "That's yours, cupcake." He unclipped the keychain connected to his belt and held it up, jingling the many keys there. "I already got one." Lonnie opened his palm and looked at the key. The sound of Brandon's keys snapped him out of his trance. He looked up and stared open-mouthed at Brandon as he reclipped his keys to his belt. What was Brandon saying? Did he mean... Surely not! Brandon leaned against the railing and pulled Lonnie to his chest and bent down and kissed the top of his head. Lonnie tilted his head back and looked up at the big bear who was holding him so tight. "This is our place now, baby," Brandon spoke quietly. "I want to start new with you. Me, you, and Ricky... We're a little family now, hmm?" Lonnie buried his face in Brandon's chest and wrapped his arms around him. He couldn't help the emotions that bubbled over and his shoulders shook as he silently cried tears of happiness. Brandon held him tighter when he felt Lonnie trembling in his arms while hiding his face in his chest. He rubbed his hand down Lonnie's back, trying to calm him. He rubbed his nose in Lonnie's hair and gave him a kiss on top of his head. "So, what do you say, cupcake? You wanna move here with me?" Lonnie nodded against Brandon's chest. He lifted his head and nodded again as he looked into Brandon's eyes. He sniffled and swallowed, finally getting his emotions under control. "Yes, Brandon. I would love to." Brandon wiped Lonnie's face dry, then kissed him. Lonnie opened for Brandon's tongue, sucking it into his mouth. He didn't pull away until he was close to passing out from lack of oxygen. Brandon held Lonnie's chin in his hand and stroked his thumb over Lonnie's bottom lip. "You know I love you, don't you?" Brandon asked. "Yes. And I love you, too." "You make me so damn happy." Brandon's voice cracked a little at the end. His eyes started to itch a little and he had to blink a few times. Brandon's reaction melted Lonnie into a puddle. It was very rare that Brandon let his emotions show. "You make me happy too." Lonnie sniffled and wiped his nose. "So what are you gonna do with your old place?" Lonnie asked as he stroked his hands over the soft flannel covering Brandon's chest. He rubbed at the wet spot that might have come from his eyes or, yikes, from his nose. He found the tufts of auburn hair peeking out at the hollow of Brandon's neck and twirled his finger around them. "The company's gonna fix it up and sell it. Trade this flip for that one." "It doesn't bother you... selling your home?" "Nah. That place never really held any sentimental meaning. I mean, I lived there with my ex-wife, but I'm moving on. I'm starting over with you. It only makes sense that we start with a new home. And what better place than right here, huh?" Lonnie nodded and snuggled closer to Brandon. "When I first saw your house, it made me sad for you. It was so empty, just a shell... Kinda like you were when I first met you," he said. He ran his fingers over Brandon's beard and looked up at him lovingly. "But look at this place now... It's been totally transformed. It just needed love and care. Just like you, Brandon." Brandon drew in a ragged breath and blinked, trying to soothe the burning behind his eyes. "Being here with you, baby... It's like coming home. And I'm never gonna leave." Brandon captured Lonnie's mouth in a soul-searing kiss. "I love you, cupcake," he whispered against Lonnie's lips, then pressed one more kiss. Lonnie clutched at the key in his fist and returned Brandon's kiss. *** Brandon watched Lonnie set the pizza box on the counter and pull the sodas out of the bag. Lonnie pulled out the big stack of napkins and started to get ready for the pair to eat dinner. But Brandon wasn't in the mood for food. He was hungry for something else. He licked his lips as he stared down at the round cheeks of Lonnie's rocking ass. So damn tight and perky. He moved behind Lonnie and leaned in close, letting him feel the heat of his bigger body. Lonnie froze and drew in a puff of air. Brandon let his hand slide down Lonnie's right arm. He took Lonnie's hand and pressed it against his groin, letting the little man feel his erection. "Do you feel what you do to me?" Brandon whispered into his ear. Lonnie closed his eyes and shuddered. The sensation of Brandon's beard and the warmness of his breath tickling his ear was just too hot. He squeezed the large bulge in his hand, stroking his fingers back and forth over the denim-encased flesh. Lonnie turned around and lifted his head up for a kiss. When Brandon leaned down, Lonnie opened his mouth for his slick tongue. His hands moved to Brandon's belt and quickly unbuckled and then unzipped his jeans. Since Brandon never wore underwear, his dick came free and slapped against his belly. Lonnie couldn't help the moan that slipped past his lips. Brandon had the most perfect dick. It was so big, so hard. "Suck it, boy," Brandon growled as he pushed Lonnie onto his knees. Lonnie willingly dropped to his knees in front of his bear. The hardwood floor was cold and hard against his knees, but he didn't care. He ran his tongue up the underside of that magnificent cock, tracing along the largest of the veins. He could feel the hot hardness pulse with each of Brandon's heartbeats. When he got to the underside of the head, he flicked his tongue back and forth across that ultra-sensitive little piece of flesh where his foreskin connected below the head. Brandon groaned and tightened his hands in Lonnie's hair. Lonnie gripped the base and aimed it down. He took the head into his mouth and started to suck. He knew exactly how Brandon liked his blowjobs. He relaxed his throat and took Brandon deep. When he pulled back, he sucked down all the slobber with a slurp and swallowed. He took another breath as he slid back down. When the head bumped the back of his throat, he swallowed and took in another inch. He felt like he barely got started when Brandon reached down and pulled him back to his feet. He looked at Brandon questioningly. "You're gonna make me come too quick," Brandon explained. "Your mouth is just too fucking good, and I'm gonna be inside your ass when I come." Brandon kissed Lonnie slow and deep, stroking his tongue with his own. Lonnie sucked Brandon's tongue into his mouth, and Brandon pushed his throbbing cock into Lonnie's belly. While they kissed, Brandon began unbuttoning Lonnie's shirt. He needed his boy naked. He tossed the shirt aside, then started on his pants. Lonnie held himself steady on Brandon's big frame and toed off his shoes. Brandon reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a thick comforter. He spread it on the wood floor, hoping that it would be enough padding. He dug around the bag and pulled out a brand new bottle of lube. "Lay down on your back," Brandon commanded. Lonnie instantly obeyed, laying down, spreading his legs with his arms at his sides. Brandon could see his boy was trembling with desire and need. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing was already quickening. His dick was rock hard, laying rigid against his stomach, pointing towards his belly button. Redness crept down the dusky shaft, and the crown glistened with slick pre-come. "You're so obedient," Brandon told him. "Such a good boy. I think you deserve a reward." Brandon stroked his hands down Lonnie's body, caressing his perfect skin. "Your skin is so soft, baby. So smooth and creamy..." When his hands reached his boy's waist, he rubbed his thumb over Lonnie's clover tattoo. Lonnie let out a little moan as Brandon touched him, letting Brandon know how good he was making him feel. Brandon grabbed his boy's legs behind the knees and pushed them up and out, spreading him wide. He dipped his head down and licked Lonnie's delicate sack, pulling his balls into his mouth one at a time until they pulled up tight against his body. Brandon grabbed Lonnie's dripping dick and slid his fingers around, smearing the copious pre-come all over. He pulled the stiff dick away from Lonnie's belly and slid his fingers over the sensitive head and watched a pearly drop ooze out of the slit. He swiped his tongue over the tip and Lonnie's breathing hitched. Lonnie panted and arched his hips up just a bit before dropping back down. "Daddy, please," he moaned, his voice tight and needy. Brandon knew what Lonnie was asking for. In the two months they'd been together, Brandon still hadn't taken Lonnie into his mouth. Lonnie gave him head nearly every morning and they fucked nearly every night. Brandon regularly ate Lonnie's ass, but for some reason, he couldn't get himself to suck his dick. Lonnie had never asked him to do it, but who wouldn't want a hot mouth on their dick? Lonnie lifted his hand, and paused hesitantly, then moved the shaking hand to the back of Brandon's head. His delicate fingers lightly rubbed the stubble of Brandon's high and tight cut. Brandon looked up and his eyes met Lonnie's. The depth of emotion in the boy's expressive brown eyes never failed to amaze him. Those eyes were begging. Lonnie's hand on his head gave the gentlest of nudges while his hips pushed up slightly. How could Brandon possibly resist his gorgeous boy? With his fingers tight around the base of Lonnie's cock, Brandon pulled it up so that it was pointing upwards. He never took his eyes off Lonnie's as he took him into his mouth. As he closed his lips around the shaft and began sliding his mouth down, he watched Lonnie's facial expression. Lonnie's mouth dropped open and he drew in a deep breath. Brandon had never done this before, but he found it wasn't so bad. He knew Lonnie liked a more gentle touch since he was so sensitive, so he sucked softly while his mouth slid up and down. He kept a tight seal with his lips and made sure to keep his teeth covered. No one liked their cock scraped. He must have been doing it right, judging from the sexy whimpers and moans spilling from Lonnie's mouth. Brandon was surprised to find that he enjoyed having Lonnie in his mouth like this. Lonnie's dick didn't really have a taste, but the leaking pre-come was sweet and salty and slippery. Brandon managed to wet his middle finger, while still working Lonnie with his mouth. His finger slid into Lonnie's crease, searching for the hairless target hidden there. Lonnie moaned and spread his legs wider, encouraging Brandon. A gentle push and Brandon's thick digit was buried inside his boy's tight heat. A flick forward and he rubbed the rough, calloused pad of that finger against Lonnie's walls, pressing against his sensitive gland on the other side. Lonnie bucked up, pressing his dick deeper into Brandon's mouth. "Oh god, daddy!" he cried. He grabbed a handful of the comforter in his fist while the other hand tensed on Brandon's head. Brandon moaned around Lonnie's dick, bobbing his mouth up and down. His boy's dick wasn't big, but he was just right for sucking as far as Brandon was concerned. Brandon found he could easily take him from tip to root with each stroke of his mouth. His finger moved inside his ass in a counterpoint rhythm. When he replaced the single finger with both his index and middle fingers, Lonnie started to shake. Brandon knew that Lonnie was about to come, but he was so into what he was doing, so into Lonnie's responses, that there was no way in hell he was going to pull off. Brandon increased his head speed and moved his fingers with increasing pressure, wanting to make sure Lonnie was stretched for what was going to happen next. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 07 "Brandon," Lonnie warned in a gasping breath. Lonnie's body shook uncontrollably as he tried to squirm away from Brandon's mouth and hand. The pleasure was just too intense. He let out a cry that bordered on pain. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Brandon ignored Lonnie's attempts to pull away. He pressed a hand on his boy's belly, fanned out his fingers and pinned him down. He bobbed his head faster and stroked his pumping fingers against Lonnie's g-spot. A bitter-sweet fluid exploded into his mouth and he suppressed the urge to gag and swallowed it down. He sucked harder, still bobbing his head while Lonnie screamed, bucked and writhed beneath him until he was completely spent. But Brandon didn't stop. Knowing how sensitive Lonnie got after he came, he sucked harder, wanting to drive the boy to delirium. "No more," Lonnie cried. His hips pulled back and he kicked his legs out and tried to pull Brandon's head away. "I can't! Sensitive! Oh my god!" Brandon growled around Lonnie's dick, sucking hard on the head and twisting his mouth around. He fluttered his tongue back and forth over the top of the slit, making Lonnie buck beneath him. "Daddy!" Brandon plunged down the shaft again and an extra burst of liquid oozed into Brandon's mouth. He growled wolfishly and swallowed it down, damned pleased with himself. Brandon finally let Lonnie go with a pop. He crawled on top of Lonnie, pushing his thighs wide apart with his knees. He looked down at the younger man with a grin on his face. "Good boy," he growled. Lonnie looked up at Brandon with wonder and awe. His man just gave him the best blowjob he had ever experienced and made him come not once but twice! In a row! Oh, wow, Brandon looked so freaking sexy right now. Brandon's swollen lips and his thick beard were soaking wet with spit and spunk. His green eyes shined bright with love, love for Lonnie. Lonnie reached up and pressed a hand to his furry jaw. He wanted to speak, but he was unable to form the words. He was afraid he'd burst into tears. His emotions were just all over the place today. He never felt more loved and cherished than he did right now. Brandon turned his head and kissed the inside of Lonnie's palm. "My sweet boy," he whispered. "My cupcake." Lonnie relaxed as Brandon shifted and his weight settled on top of him. When he felt something poking his balls, he realized that his man still needed relief. He reached between the big man's legs and wrapped his fingers around the hardness he found. He maneuvered the head of that monster dick beneath his balls. It poked into Lonnie's taint, wet and hot, probing and seeking that tight entrance. Lonnie licked Brandon's sloppy chin, tasting his own juices trapped in the thick beard. Mmm, talk about a flavor saver. Woof! Brandon bent down and kissed Lonnie hard while his hips began a slow grinding, hard and hot and needy. Brandon reached for the lube and moved apart from Lonnie temporarily to break the plastic seal and snap the top open. He gave the bottle a squeeze and nothing came out. Shit. He had to twist the top off to get rid of the paper cap. While he fumbled impatiently with the bottle, Lonnie sat up on his elbows and took Brandon's hard-on in both of his hands. Brandon grabbed a delicate wrist and stilled the milking motion. "You're gonna make me shoot way too quick." Brandon wanted to shoot his load inside Lonnie's ass. Lonnie smiled and moved a hand underneath, cupping Brandon's low-hanging nuts, so heavy inside their furry sack. "God, I love how big you are. You're just big all over." Lonnie's other hand scratched through the thick pelt of hair in the middle of Brandon's chest. "My big, sexy bear man. I wanna sit on you. Can we try that?" Brandon moved faster than he thought possible and laid flat on the blanket. "Hell yeah. Ride me, baby." Lonnie snickered at Brandon's eagerness. He took the lube from Brandon and straddled his lap. He poured the slippery liquid down Brandon's dick, smiling as Brandon sucked through his teeth at the coolness of the lube. A couple of twists of Lonnie's hand and Brandon was ready. He held the heavy shaft steady while he got into position. His hole was already twitching in anticipation of having the big man buried balls deep inside him. He gently eased the generous head past his tight ring. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He braced his knees on the floor and his hands on Brandon's belly, then pushed in with one smooth move. He had to pause halfway for a moment to adjust to Brandon's girth. After a few relaxing breaths, he pushed down until he was seated fully on his man. Brandon groaned as his cock was surrounded by heat. His boy was so god damned tight. His thick ten inches were buried completely inside Lonnie's lean body. Where it all fit, he didn't know. He was just glad that it did. Lonnie clearly loved it, too, since his dick was once again rigid as steel, pointing up towards his belly, dark and wet with need. When Brandon felt Lonnie's body relaxing, Lonnie opened his eyes and looked down at him. "I love you, Brandon." He drew in a staggered breath. "I love you so much." He reached up and caressed Lonnie's face, grateful at the love that radiated from his boy. "I love you too, cupcake. More than anything." Lonnie lifted up and then pushed back down. Both men groaned loudly as Lonnie began to move, slow at first, then quickly building up speed once he got used to the new motions. Brandon's meaty hands gripped his boy's waist, holding on tightly, helping him to move up and down. He bucked his hips up to meet him halfway, making sure to angle right into his prostate with every jab. Brandon stared at Lonnie with unabashed lust. Lonnie's head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open. Christ, Lonnie was so fucking sexy riding his cock. Brandon reached up with his left hand and began pinching and rolling one of Lonnie's nipples. He hawked a wad of spit into the palm of his right hand and grabbed Lonnie's cock. Lonnie went fucking crazy. "Daddy!" he cried out as he began roughly sliding up and down on Brandon's cock like a mad man, bucking forward into Brandon's fist and then slamming back down on his cock. Their bodies moved in harmony as they frantically slammed against each other. "Fuck yeah, boy," Brandon growled, his voice deep and husky. "Fuck yourself on that big daddy cock! I wanna see you fucking cream all over my cock like a little slut." "I'm your slut," Lonnie managed to gasp. "I'm your boy. You can fuck me whenever you want. Wherever, whatever you want. Your cock is so good, oh god, it's so big." "You like that big cock, boy?" "I love your big cock!" "Your tight little ass is so fucking good. You're gonna make me shoot my load, baby." "Come inside me, Brandon. Please. Oh god. Daddy, you're gonna make me come!" It was just too much at once: Brandon's huge cock stabbing at his g-spot, his spit-slicked hand stroking him, his other hand alternating between his nipples, tweaking and pinching them. Lonnie went into sensory overload. Lonnie froze in place, his body tight and rigid, as Brandon threw him past the point of no return. When Lonnie's body started to shake itself apart, Brandon took control. He gripped Lonnie's hips so tight he was momentarily worried he was going to leave bruises. He pumped his hips up as hard as he could, relentlessly jabbing and stroking against Lonnie's prostate. Lonnie threw his head back and cried out in ecstasy. Lonnie's sphincter clamped around Brandon's cock and began contracting. Brandon couldn't have held back even if he wanted to. With a roar, Brandon let loose, firing jets of hot come into Lonnie's ass. He was coming so hard, he was barely aware of Lonnie's cries and the warm liquid that splattered all over his belly and hand. When Brandon came to his senses, he grabbed Lonnie's quivering body tightly and turned him around, laying him back on the blanket. He settled on top of him, cradling his head in his hands. Brandon watched a tear fall from Lonnie's eye, down his temple, into his silky hair. A quick swipe of Brandon's thumb brushed the track away. Brandon didn't need to hear the words to know how much Lonnie loved him. It was written all over his face. Lonnie sniffed and smiled up at him. "Can we stay here tonight?" "Anything you want, cupcake." Brandon looked down at him and knew that he would do anything that Lonnie asked him, give him anything he wanted. Lonnie was his forever. He couldn't believe that just a couple of months ago, he tried to deny what he felt for Lonnie. Claiming Lonnie was the best decision he ever made in his life. He laid his head next to Lonnie's and pressed a kiss on his collarbone. Lonnie's hands rubbed down his back. One hand moved to his shoulder while the other settled above his ass, where he raked his fingers through the patch of hair above his ass crack. Damn, his boy really loved his body hair. "Maybe after we rest a bit, we can try out that new shower." Lonnie let out a soft sigh. "That sounds nice. Brandon? How soon can we move?" Brandon pressed his lips to the side of Lonnie's head. "The house is ready to move in. As soon as we get packed." "Let's start packing first thing tomorrow," he said with a happy grin. Brandon chuckled at Lonnie's eagerness. "We have to make a slight detour first. Ben's got a surprise of his own for Benji." "Aren't they still in Iowa? When are they coming back?" "Get ready for a road trip, baby," Brandon said with a grin. Lonnie couldn't get over how his big bear looked like a little cub who had gotten into the honeypot. Well, he did just feast on Lonnie's goodies, but what the heck was he up to now? A muffled 'Yip!' had Lonnie raising his head up. "Where's Ricky?" "Oops. I might have left him outside." *** Benji paced back and forth in the lobby. He felt like the bottom was going to drop out of his stomach while waiting for their appointment. He heard the creak of the men's room door and turned. Ben stepped out, wiping his hands on his pants. If Benji didn't feel like he was going to throw up, he would have taken the time to check out how nice his man looked. They were dressed alike, each in black slacks and a white linen shirt. It wasn't too dressy, but it was still stylish and, more importantly, very comfortable. Benji was surprised that Ben picked out the clothing for the big day, since Ben was more of a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy. But Ben admitted that Lonnie helped; his friend just didn't know what the clothes were for. Benji felt that Ben pulled off the outfit better. The shirt looked good on his big frame. Benji looked down at Ben's feet and noticed his big boots, the ones he always wore. He couldn't help but smile. "Don't be nervous, baby." Benji took in a deep breath. "I can't help it." Ben looked up at the clock on the wall and frowned. He looked towards the front door. Benji turned and looked at the clock. Just shy of an hour to go. The door to the Justice of the Peace's office opened and two women exited, holding hands. They were both wearing white suits. They looked at Benji and Ben and smiled warmly at them as they walked past. Benji waved and smiled back and all of his nerves evaporated as he watched the couple laughing and hugging each other. He looked up at Ben as he took his hand. He moved in close and Ben put an arm around him. Ben led him over to a bench and the two sat down to wait their turn. "Finally," Ben grumbled. Benji looked up and followed Ben's gaze. Brandon and Lonnie rushed in the front door and hurried over to Benji and Ben. Benji stood up with Ben, his mouth open in shock. "Oh my god!" Lonnie squealed and grabbed Benji in a tight hug. "I can't believe it!" "What are you doing here?" Benji asked, looking between Lonnie and Brandon, who was hugging his brother. Ben put his hand on Benji's back. "You didn't think we'd get married without our two best men, do you?" Benji wrapped his arms around Ben and laid his head on his big man's chest and squeezed him tight. "I love you." "I love you, too, baby." Benji let go of Ben and looked back at Brandon and Lonnie accusingly. "Wait a minute. What did you do with Toby? You're supposed to be watching him." "Toby and Ricky are back in our motel room," Lonnie said. "We're in the same motel as you guys." Brandon grunted. "Do you know what it's like driving two little dogs halfway across the country? When the both of them weren't running back and forth across the backseat from window to window, they were squeaking those fucking toys. Driving me fucking crazy. After Ricky pissed in the backseat of my truck, I almost threw him out the god damn window with Toby's god damn stuffed duck. Then we had to stop every five fucking minutes to make sure they wouldn't have an accident." Benji looked at Lonnie and the two of them struggled, trying not to laugh at the grumpy bear. Benji then gave Lonnie a stern look. "Did you know what Ben was going to do?" Brandon and Ben both laughed and Brandon answered for him. "No. You know Lonnie would have blabbed before you even got on the road." Lonnie spun on his heels and put a hand on his hip. "Hey, I can keep a secret." "Benjamin Davis and Benjamin Carter." The two couples turned back towards the Justice of the Peace's office door. "Here we go," Ben said. *** Brandon held up his champagne glass. "To my little brother and my new little brother. I wish the two of you a lifetime of happiness. You both deserve it." "Thanks, Bran," Ben said after clearing his throat. Benji clinked his glass against Ben's, then Brandon and Lonnie's. He took a sip of the bubbly. "Mmm. It's sweet." Lonnie let out a squeaky laugh. "It tickles my nose." Brandon laughed and put his hand on the back of Lonnie's chair and twirled his fingers through the hair at the nape of Lonnie's neck. He let out a loud belch and thumped his chest a couple of times with his fist. "Bubbles." He set his champagne glass aside and switched back to his beer, as did Ben. "I want to thank you guys for coming," Benji said to Lonnie and Brandon. "It means a lot to me. To us." "We wouldn't miss it for the world, little bro," Brandon said. The waiter arrived with their salads and the four men settled to enjoy their dinner. "It's your turn now," Benji said quietly to Lonnie. At Lonnie's questioning expression, Benji tapped his wedding band. "I gotta meet Lonnie's mama first," Brandon said as he set his beer bottle back on the table. "In person, not just on the phone." Lonnie looked back at Brandon and the two gazed into each other's eyes, becoming lost in each other. Benji turned to Ben and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Ah, young love..." Ben laughed and leaned down and kissed his husband. *** Ben stood naked at the window, adjusting the air and heat unit, while Benji tugged the blankets back and crawled into bed. "Close the curtains, Ben," Benji said. "You're showing off my new goods to the whole city." Ben laughed and tugged the curtains closed. He turned back to Benji, grabbed his six inches of flaccid dick and wagged it at Benji. "Oh, so this is yours now?" "Yup. It's been mine for a long time now. Ever since you gave it to me... hmm... over a year ago now." Ben crawled into bed with Benji, pushing the blankets down to the foot of the bed. He slid next to Benji and pushed his massive arm behind Benji's neck, cradling him in his arms. "Yeah, babe. It's yours." Ben slid his hand down to Benji's already hard dick and gripped it in his fist. "And this is mine." He ran a finger through the crack of Benji's ass. His voice dropped to a husky growl. "This here is mine, too. You belong to me, Benji. You are all mine. No one else will ever touch you." "Do you think the ring is enough to let people know? Or do you think I need to get 'Property of Ben Davis' tattooed on my forehead? Or do you want to club me over the head and drag me around by the hair?" "Smart ass," Ben laughed. Benji laughed and put his hand around the back of Ben's neck and pulled him closer. "I love you, my big caveman." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "And I love it when you get all growly and possessive." "I love you, too, baby." Ben grabbed Benji's leg and hooked it over his, giving him access to all of Benji's body. Ben produced a bottle of lube and gave it to Benji. He held out his hand and Benji popped the cap and poured some onto Ben's fingers. Ben rubbed his slickened fingers into Benji's crack. He went right for his target and slipped a finger into Benji's tight hole, making his boy moan. Ben kissed Benji deeply while his fingers expertly manipulated Benji's sphincter, preparing him to take the massive cock laying against his belly, already starting to drip and ache with need. Benji broke the kiss and took a breath. "Make love to me, Ben." Once Ben was satisfied that Benji was stretched and ready, Ben moved on top of the smaller man. Benji's legs spread and cradled Ben's big body between his thighs. Benji pulled his legs back, opening himself for his man. Ben pushed his dick down with a thumb at the base and ran it down Benji's crack. When the slippery head reached his hole, Ben gave a push forward. Ben's cock popped through Benji's tight muscular ring and then sunk inside. So soft and so warm, Benji's hole stretched and sheathed his cock like a glove. Ben rested his weight on his forearms, and cradled his baby's head in his hands. Benji's hands rested against Ben's furry chest while his legs locked around Ben's hips. "Move, Ben," Benji begged. "Please." "You feel so good, baby. You're the fucking best. I'm gonna love you forever." Benji grabbed Ben's waist and pulled him forward, urging him to move in deeper. Ben started out slow, then gradually moving in longer strokes until he was giving Benji his full length. Ben changed up his angle until he found Benji's prostate. When he hit the sensitive nerves, Benji's body shuddered and he let out a slow groan and his head rolled from side to side. Ben kept up the slow and steady rhythm with his hips. Benji's hands slid up and down Ben's chest and stomach, back around his back up to his wide shoulders. Ben made sure to peg Benji's prostate with each thrust. Benji's body trembled beneath Ben's as he arched his back up, pushing his throbbing dick against Ben's pumping body. Ben leaned his head down and pushed his tongue into Benji's mouth. Benji took the kiss like he was starving. He sucked on Ben's tongue and stroked it with his own. All the while Ben kept up the slow and steady rhythm. Each snap of his hips was slow and sure, gradually building both men up to what was going to be an explosive climax. Ben spit into the palm of his hand and pressed it between their bodies. He grabbed Benji's dick in his fist and gripped it tight. Ben's mouth moved to Benji's neck. He sucked hard, purposely marking a string of hickeys along Benji's neck down to his collarbone. He nibbled and sucked and rubbed his biker 'stache all over Benji's neck, relishing in Benji's whimpers. Benji gasped and bucked his hips, trying to pump into Ben's hand while pushing back onto Ben's cock. "Oh god, Ben... Just like that," Benji moaned quietly. "Don't stop, Ben. It feels so good." "Baby," Ben grunted. "I'm gonna come. Come with me, baby." Benji's back arched up and he dug his heels into Ben's muscular ass. "I'm coming, Ben." He couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy. He didn't care that he was in a motel with paper thin walls. His man was making him come! As Benji writhed beneath him, scratching his nails into Ben's back, Ben bucked on top of the little man, stifling his grunts. He pumped Benji's ass full of spunk, filling him to overflowing. As he stiltedly sawed his hips back and forth, his spunk leaked out around the softening girth of his cock and dripped down Benji's crack. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 07 Ben collapsed on top of Benji, but managed to keep his weight from crushing his smaller lover. Their kisses were slow and leisurely. Ben rolled off Benji and flopped down next to him. "Whew. Give me a few minutes to recharge. Then we can start on round two." Benji's soft cock started filling out and it flipped up onto his belly. Ben laughed. "Someone likes that idea." He nuzzled into Benji's neck, pleased to see the red whisker burn and the red bruises. He flicked his tongue over the most prominent hickey and planted a kiss there. "I think you marked my neck," Benji said. "Maybe." "Yeah right, 'maybe'. I suppose I should be grateful. Unlike the forehead tattoo, it'll fade away." Ben grunted. "I don't like that. I'll just have to make more of them." "You're lucky I love you," Benji laughed as he bunched up his shoulder and squirmed away from Ben's mouth. There was a loud bang against the wall behind their heads, startling them out of their post-orgasmic bliss. "What the hell was that?" Ben asked, looking up towards the headboard. Benji winced when the rhythmic thumping grew louder against the wall. The sounds coming from the room next door were unmistakable. After a muffled cry of 'Daddy!' and a series of loud, deep, animalistic grunts, there was silence. Ben turned his head and looked at Benji with a raised brow and snickered. "'Daddy'?" Benji covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle his laughter. It couldn't be helped. The dam broke and the two men rolled on the bed together, laughed loudly until their sides hurt. *** Benji sat in the passenger seat of Ben's semi-truck cab staring at his left hand. He knew he had a big goofy grin on his face, but he couldn't help himself. He just couldn't stop looking at his ring. It was a traditional style gold wedding band. It was exactly what he thought Ben would wear. Benji would never take it off his finger. He begrudgingly tore his eyes away to look across to Ben. To his husband. Ben had both hands on the big rig's steering wheel. The matching gold ring on his left hand looked just as good as his own. Ben glanced over at Benji and smiled. "You happy, baby?" "Yes," Benji replied. His smile lit up the cab. Ben reached over and grabbed his baby's left hand and brought it up to his mouth to give the back of his knuckles a couple of small kisses. Benji had never really given marriage much thought previously. It had never even occurred to him that he could even get married. But when Ben asked him, he was over the moon happy. Now everyone would know that he was Ben's and that Ben was his. Nothing would ever come between them. He squirmed in his seat and smiled. His husband was an animal. Twice last night, then again this morning. God, his ass hurt, but it was so damn good. After they had breakfast with Brandon and Lonnie, they got on the road. Benji looked back in the sleeper. Toby was curled up, happily asleep with his stuffed duck. He hoped the little schnauzer would be okay until they could stop again. Benji reached between his legs and cupped his crotch as he thought of the last rest stop they visited. Benji could still taste Ben's spunk in his mouth. They had stopped at a truck stop to use the restroom and grab some snacks. They each took a stall to pee. Benji noticed the hole between the stalls right away and couldn't help but lean back and sneak a peek at Ben's big dick. For a split second, he wondered if Ben had used these holes before he met Benji. Even if he did, it didn't matter. He knew that once Ben first set his sights on Benji, he hadn't even so much as looked at anyone else. His cheeks started to burn as he remembered the way Ben's flaccid, hooded cock slowly slid through the hole inch by inch. Oh my god. Without even a seconds hesitation, Benji dropped down onto his knees and he took it into his mouth. He was sucking Ben's dick, right there in a public restroom! He prayed that no one would walk in because he didn't know if he'd be able to stop. He then prayed that no cops would come and bust them. The thrill of doing something forbidden only encouraged Benji. He sucked with increased enthusiasm. His left hand held Ben's dick steady. His right hand gripped his own throbbing, aching dick. His head bobbed up and down in a fast, steady rhythm. He flattened his left hand against the wall and took Ben into his throat. He heard Ben's breathing catch through the partition. Ben stifled a grunt, as if he was trying to keep quiet. It must have been tough. His Ben was usually loud when they were having sex. Benji looked up to see Ben's hands curled over the top of the partition. Ben began thrusting his dick back and forth through the hole, his breath coming in pants. While he sucked Ben off, Benji jerked his own cock, desperate to come at the same time his husband did. "Suck it, baby," Ben hissed over the partition as he fucked Benji's mouth through the glory hole. "Don't stop. Fuck, you're gonna make me come." Hearing Ben's words tripped Benji over the edge. Not taking his mouth off Ben, Benji moaned and then exploded. He came hard, spurting pools of semen onto the floor between their stalls. He had even splattered Ben's cowboy boot with a pearly ribbon of come. At the same time, Ben let out a groan and Benji's mouth filled with Ben's hot, thick spunk. The first stream smacked the roof of Benji's mouth and pooled on his tongue. Volley after volley of the hot liquid made Benji swallow over and over. After Benji swallowed down every drop of Ben's spunk, Ben pulled out and Benji sat back on his heels and watched him through the hole. Ben stumbled backwards, his jeans still pooled around his cowboy boots. He slumped down onto the toilet seat, bracing his hands on the walls, trying to steady himself. "God damn," he muttered as a shudder wracked his body. Ben's chuckling snapped Benji out of the memory. He looked over at Ben and his smirking face. Ben's eyes darted to the side for a second and looked at him. "You're thinking about sucking me off at that glory hole, aren't you?" Benji's eyes widened and Ben laughed some more. "You are so busted." His hand moved to his crotch and he groped the big bulge. "I'm thinking about it too. Shit, if I didn't think I'd crash the truck, I'd let you suck me off again right now." Benji laughed. "Oh, you'd 'let' me? That is so generous of you." "It sounds more manly than 'I'd beg you'," he said, his laughter growing louder. *** Ben turned the semi-truck into the Ace truck entrance and parked it in the back lot. While he moved their bags to Ben's pickup truck, Benji took Toby over to a grassy spot to relieve himself. By the time they arrived home, they were both exhausted. "It's so good to be home," Benji said with a yawn. After making sure Toby got outside and had full water and food dishes, they got ready for bed. They tossed their bags aside, deciding to deal with them in the morning. Benji cut off the bathroom light and almost tripped over his feet when he saw Ben. He had turned down the blankets and was sitting in the middle of the bed, back against the headboard. His legs were splayed apart. His right hand was slowly sliding up and down his massive hard-on. Benji's dick went from flaccid to painfully erect in less than two seconds. "Come to bed, baby," Ben said, his voice deep and growly. "I wanna fuck my husband in our own bed." Benji grabbed the bottle of lube off their nightstand and jumped on top of Ben, straddling his lap. He poured some slick into his hand and reached behind him. He pressed a pair of fingers into his ass, slicked Ben's cock up and sank down on it until it was buried all the way inside him. "Oh my fucking god," Ben moaned. Once the burn of entry passed, Benji began to move. He wrapped his arms around Ben's neck and began sliding up and down. Ben gripped Benji's hips, helping his boy move. "I like doing it like this," Benji panted. "Sitting up, I mean." "You feel so fucking good, baby. Damn, your cock is leaking snot all over me." Ben's hands slid around to cup and squeeze Benji's ass cheeks. He pulled up and pushed down, helping Benji to work himself on Ben's cock. Benji held on tight to his man. He rubbed his dripping dick all over Ben's furry belly with each movement of his hips, fully impaling his ass onto Ben's girth while Ben pushed up. "I'm getting close, Ben. You're so big," Benji moaned. "So fucking thick!" Ben smacked Benji's right ass cheek. The sound echoed through the room. "Watch your mouth, boy. I don't wanna hear my baby cussing. Leave that shit to me." Benji gasped and moaned, his entire body shuddering. "Ben..." Ben slapped Benji's other ass cheek, getting another moan from Benji. Benji grabbed both of Ben's wrists. "No more," he pleaded. Ben easily pulled from Benji's grasp and spanked both hands on Benji's ass. "Fuck!" Benji cried, his back arching. Ben leaned forward and nipped Benji's neck with his teeth. "What did I just tell you? I think you forget who's in charge here. I got both of my arms now, boy," Ben growled. "I think you need a reminder what I can do with them." He pulled free from Benji's hands, gripped Benji tightly around the back and pushed forward. Without leaving Benji's body, he managed to push Benji onto his back. Kneeling between Benji's legs, Ben grabbed Benji's wrists and pinned them above his head. "Oh god," Benji groaned, tugging at his wrists. Ben watched Benji try to escape. It was useless. The boy wasn't going anywhere unless Ben wanted him to. Ben was bigger and stronger, though all Benji had to do was say the word and Ben would let him up in a flash. But the fire in Benji's eyes told him that he wanted this. Ben held Benji down by the wrists, his fat cock buried inside his baby to the hilt. He didn't move his hips. Benji arched his back up and fell back to the bed and whimpered. "Move, Ben. Please," Benji pleaded. His eyes misted over. "I need to come. Please make me come!" Ben's cock throbbed inside Benji's ass. "Damn, you beg so fucking sweet." Ben pulled back and snapped his hips forward hard. Benji moaned loudly, his body bucking upwards. Ben continued to slam into Benji's ass, jackhammering the head of his cock against the boy's prostate. Ben looked down at the little man underneath him. Benji tugged his arms, trying in vain to pull his wrists free. His body thrashed underneath Ben. His moans and whimpers grew higher in pitch. "I'm coming," Benji cried. "Oh my god, I'm coming!" Benji tightened his legs around Ben's waist and his body tensed up. He cried out Ben's name as his climax hit hard. Benji coming underneath him set off Ben's orgasm. It hit him hard, like a fist to the nuts. He drew in a deep gasp of breath as his body emptied every ounce of spunk through his cock into Benji's convulsing ass. Ben lost count of how many jets he fired into Benji. All he knew was that he was completely drained. He'd probably shoot dust if he tried to have one more orgasm today. He groaned, his throat sore from shouting. As he came down from his climax, Ben loosened his grip on Benji's wrists and slid them into Benji's hands, interlacing their fingers together. Benji looked up at Ben. "You're my everything, Ben. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you." "You won't ever have to find out, baby. I'm never gonna leave you. I'm gonna be here forever." Ben dipped his head down and the newlyweds shared a slow, sensual kiss. *** 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. *** "Oh, wow," Benji exclaimed as he ran his hand over the motorcycle. "It's sexy. This is the one you had built?" The custom Harley-Davidson was hot -- black, red and chrome, all perfectly shiny. Benji walked around the big bike while Ben stood to the side with his hands across his chest. "This is the one," Ben said. He lowered his voice to a husky growl. "You're gonna look damn good sitting on the back of it. And you're gonna look even better bent over it." Benji's eyes darted to the salesman standing a few yards away. He tugged the front of his shirt down over his groin. "Hurry up and sign the paperwork, Ben." Once they got home, they dropped Ben's truck off and Benji got his helmet. He strapped the helmet on and stopped. He stared at the bike, but couldn't bring himself to get on. "You okay, baby?" Ben asked. Benji looked over at Ben. Ben was looking at him, but he couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses. He still knew that Ben's expression was concerned. Benji couldn't help but think of the accident and how Ben had been hurt. "Come here," Ben said quietly. He pulled Benji close and put his arms around the smaller man. Benji leaned against Ben and breathed in his musky scent, which calmed him a little bit. "You don't have to be scared, baby," Ben whispered. "I'll be extra careful." "You promise?" "I promise." "I just don't want you to get hurt." Benji took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay. I can do this. I do this all the time." He hopped on the back of the bike and grabbed onto Ben with a death grip. Ben throttled the engine and with a roar they took off. As they drove, Benji started to relax. He forgot how much he loved riding with Ben. It felt good, the wind on his face, the rumbling vibrations underneath his butt, Ben's hard body in front of him. After a leisurely two-hour ride, taking mostly deserted back roads, they finally returned home. Once they pulled the bike into the garage, Ben dropped the kickstand and cut the engine off. "That was fun," Benji said. Ben got off the chopper and rolled his head on his shoulders, stretching and popping his neck. Benji watched him stretch his arms over his head. Benji wet his lips. Damn, his man looked good. He still had his sunglasses and half-helmet on with the strap unbuckled, and with his thick horseshoe biker 'stache, it made him really look the part of a tough biker. Benji could see the outline of Ben's semi-hard dick pushing down the pant leg of his worn blue jeans. His shirt had damp sweat stains soaking the armpits. Benji's husband was a man, no doubt about it. Riding on the bike had him half-erect. Looking at Ben got him the rest of the way there. "Shut the garage door, Ben," Benji said while he groped his dick in his jeans. His voice was quiet and husky and Ben's eyes snapped up to Benji's. "Fuck, baby," Ben groaned as he looked Benji up and down. While Ben took care of the door, Benji pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. He pushed his jeans and underwear down and they dropped around his ankles, pooling around his shoes. Whoops, he forgot to take his shoes off first. Before he could even get at the shoes, Ben grabbed him, spun him around, and bent him over the bike. "This what you want, baby?" Ben growled in his ear, as he pushed his hard cock into the crack of Benji's ass. "God, yes." Benji tried to lift his leg to pull off his shoe, but Ben pushed his leg back down. "Leave it." Benji heard the rip of a lube pack and then felt the cool gel being applied to his ass. A pair of fingers slid in and stretched him out. Ben was hurried and rushed in his preparations and that only turned Benji on more. He loved it when Ben got hot like this, like he couldn't wait to take Benji. Benji tried to spread his legs further, but his jeans around his shoes kept them too close. "Ben--" "I said leave it." Ben pushed a hand on Benji's back and bent him forward. Ben's legs moved to the outside of Benji's and the head of his big cock pushed its way inside him. Benji grabbed anywhere he could on the bike to steady himself. "Yes, Ben," he moaned as Ben entered him. Ben braced himself with one hand gripping Benji's shoulder, the other holding Benji by the hip. "Now, Ben. Fuck me." With a grunt, Ben started to move. Slow at first, then faster. His body slammed into Benji's over and over, the muffled sound echoing through the small garage. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 07 Benji looked back at his man. Ben had taken his helmet and sunglasses off and was staring at him with unabashed lust. He was still dressed, wearing his jeans and shirt. His pants were unzipped, his cock sticking out of the fly, pumping into Benji's ass. Ben's shirt was soaked through in the middle of his chest and under his arms. His forehead was damp with sweat. "So. Fucking. Good," Ben grunted loudly, accenting each word with a thrust. He reached around and grabbed Benji's dick. "Come for me. Now!" "Oh god!" Benji cried out. His dick jerked in Ben's hand and began spurting all over the new bike. With a loud roar, Ben shoved in one final time, all the way to the root. Benji could feel Ben's cock pulsing and jerking as it filled him with his warm, thick spunk. Ben collapsed on Benji's back, his body shuddering on top of Benji. He pulled out and staggered backwards. "God damn, baby." Benji slumped against Ben's seat, his arms and legs totally useless. "Can't move..." "Fuck, you look so damn hot." Benji felt Ben's big hands on his ass. Ben kneaded and massaged his cheeks, pressing them together before spreading them apart. "Fuck yeah," Ben whispered before he pulled away. "So fucking hot." Benji laid there for a few more seconds. He knew he had to get up and clean up the bike and get dressed. Benji heard a couple of 'click' noises and looked over his shoulder to see Ben with his cell phone. He snapped a picture of Benji while his other hand stroked his rising cock. As much as Benji liked to see Ben's foreskin sliding back and forth like that, he didn't want naked pictures of him on Ben's phone. I mean, what if someone saw it! Benji jumped up and grabbed for the phone. "Gimme that, you big perv!" Ben lifted the phone into the air, easily out of Benji's reach. "But it's so fucking hot, baby. God damn, look at you." Ben turned the screen to show Benji. He was slumped over the bike, spread wide open. He looked completely debauched and totally fucked. Ben's spunk was thick in his crack, dripping down his leg. Okay, it was pretty hot, but it was definitely not for public display! Benji gasped and tried to grab the phone. "Ben!" "Come on, baby. I need something to look at when I'm on the road," Ben said as he moved the phone away from Benji's grabbing hands. "Look how hard you make my cock." Benji sighed and thought for a moment. "If you delete that pic, I promise I'll have phone sex with you the next time you have to go on the road." "Deal," Ben said eagerly. He made a show of pressing the delete icon, then dropped the phone into the front pocket of his jeans. Benji let out a breath of relief. "Thank you." Ben gave his hard-on a tug, sending a last drip of come flying onto the ground. He stuffed his hard-on into his jeans and buttoned up while Benji got dressed. "I think I need a nap," Benji said as he stifled a yawn. "I'm exhausted." "Sounds good to me. It's been a long day." As Ben exited the garage's side door leading towards the house, a thought occurred to Benji. "Hey. Did you take more than one picture of me?" Ben didn't turn back, just kept walking, but Benji could swear the big guy was chuckling. "Ben!" *** Brandon shoveled his last french fries into his mouth. As he chewed, he picked up the phone and looked at the time. He had met Walker at Ray's for a quick lunch to give Walker Lonnie's design choices for the new flip. "We gotta get going," Walker said. "I need to get back to your place. Uh, your old place." Brandon picked up his cup of soda and finished it off. "I'm ready." Brandon signaled the waitress to bring their check. When he saw the burly, bearded man at the cash register, he wasn't going to let him go without talking to him. Not this time. "Meet me in the parking lot," Brandon growled. Walker turned around in the booth to see what was going on. "Brandon, leave it." Brandon pulled out his wallet and tossed a handful of bills onto the table. "Pay my bill for me," he said, ignoring his business partner's warning. "O'Reilly," he called out after the man as he pushed the diner door open. Lonnie's dad stopped at his pickup truck and turned around and looked at Brandon. "Yeah?" "My name is Brandon Davis," he said. He held out his hand. "Dylan O'Reilly." Dylan had the decency to shake Brandon's hand. "I wanna talk to you about your son," Brandon said. He noticed that Dylan's posture stiffened. "I know you saw me with him a few weeks ago." Dylan cleared his throat and shifted between his feet, giving Brandon what Brandon took for a guilty expression. He should feel guilty for what he did. "Lonnie and I have been seeing each other for a while. Things are serious between us." Dylan looked back at Brandon and frowned. "You don't look like a queer." "Well, I am, and I'm in love with your son. The way you treat him hurts him, and that really pisses me off." Dylan sighed and leaned back against his truck. "Look, I've known for a long time that something wasn't right about Lonnie. I tried to get him interested in guy stuff, but he just gave up trying. When me and Keiko split up, he didn't want nothing to do with me." "First off, there's nothing wrong with Lonnie. And did you ever try to do anything that Lonnie was interested in? Lonnie told me that he was in drama club. Did you even go to any of his shows?" Dylan cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, not making eye contact with Brandon. Brandon shook his head and sighed. "I think you need to talk to him." "I don't know what to say to the boy. We don't got nothing in common." Brandon pulled a business card from his wallet and wrote down Lonnie's cell phone number. "He's your son. That's what you have in common. Be a fucking man and give him a call." Brandon gave the card to Dylan and turned and walked away without another word. *** Benji and Lonnie walked out of the department store with their bags and headed back to Benji's car. Benji had bought Ben a couple of t-shirts and a new pair of jeans to replace the ones that had developed a hole in the butt. Lonnie didn't find anything he thought Brandon would like but did find a good deal on towels for their master bathroom. "You ready for lunch?" Benji asked. "Yes, I'm starved." The pair went to a small cafe near the mall and decided to eat on the patio since it was such a nice day. "How's Brandon doing with quitting smoking?" Benji asked Lonnie. Lonnie swallowed his mouthful of food and wiped his mouth with his napkin. "He's doing really good, actually. I think it's a stress thing for him. He's a lot more relaxed these days. The mornings are when it's kinda bad. He's especially grumpy wanting a smoke, but um... I figured out a way to take his mind off it." Benji set down his drink and leaned in closer to Lonnie, a big grin on his face. "Oh? So did that trick work?" "Yeah." Lonnie blushed and leaned in closer. "I can make Brandon come in, like, two minutes." Both men laughed. Lonnie looked around to make sure no one was listening. "I still can't get it all, but I'm working on it. Brandon is huge." "I'm sure Brandon doesn't mind the practice," Benji snickered. "It took me a while to do it. Ben's really big, too. And my god, the first time we did it, I thought I was going to die." "Oh my God, I can't believe we're talking about this." "I know right. But you know that Ben and Brandon talk about sex all the time." Lonnie rolled his eyes. "Men are such pigs." Benji and Lonnie cracked up. Benji pushed his plate away from him and laid his napkin on the table. "That was good, but I am stuffed." "Me, too." "I was gonna get dessert, but I didn't save room--" Lonnie's cell phone started to ring and he pulled it out of his pocket. Benji watched Lonnie stare at the screen for a moment. "It's my dad." Benji handed Lonnie his car keys. "Go on ahead. I'll take care of this." Lonnie nodded and took the keys. He answered the phone as he walked away. "Hello?" Benji watched Lonnie push through the patio gate and head through the parking lot towards his car, the phone up to his ear. He really hoped that the man didn't upset Lonnie. Thinking about Lonnie and his dad had Benji thinking about the last time he saw his own dad. His dad didn't know that he was married now. Benji stared at the ring on his left hand and wondered if his dad had married that woman yet. He wanted to get out of here and go home. He wanted to see Ben. His cell phone chimed and buzzed in his pocket. Benji pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. Speak of the devil. He had received a text message from Ben: 'HURRY HOME. NEED U'. Benji started to panic. What was wrong? What did Ben need? He waved for the waiter to bring their check. His phone buzzed again. Ben had sent him a picture message. He tapped his screen and the image of Ben's large, fully erect dick was plastered all over his screen. A sharp gasp from behind made Benji quickly turn off his screen. The red-faced waiter set the check presenter on the table and then ran off. Benji was mortified. He could not believe that Ben did that. He tapped a reply back to Ben: "You are so gonna get it when I get home!" 'FUCK YEAH BABY!!!' was Ben's reply. Benji couldn't help but laugh. That was so not what he meant. But yeah. Ben was going to get it when he got home. Benji put down enough cash to leave the shell-shocked waiter an extra nice tip. Making sure no one was looking, he took one more look at the picture. Damn, his husband had a nice cock. His finger hovered over the delete button, but then he tapped 'save' instead. Hey, if Ben could have pictures of his ass, then he could have a picture of Ben's dick. When Benji got to his car, he found Lonnie in the passenger seat, staring at the cell phone in his lap. Benji got in the driver's seat and looked at his best friend. His eyes were red and puffy. He had been crying. Benji's eyes welled with sympathetic tears. Benji reached out and put his hand on Lonnie's. "Are you okay, Lonnie?" Benji asked him. Lonnie sniffed and shook his head, and turned and looked back at Benji. "Yeah. Um. Is it alright if we just go home now?" Benji squeezed Lonnie's hand. "Yeah. Of course." "It's nothing bad," Lonnie said with a smile. "He said he was sorry. Kinda." *** Lonnie waved goodbye to Benji as he pulled away. He could hear the lawnmower in the backyard, so he went inside and set down his bag. He found Ricky in the kitchen at the back door. The little chihuahua mix was highly annoyed that his daddy had locked his doggy door and left him inside. Lonnie picked Ricky up and gave him a quick kiss on top of his head. "Sorry, baby, you can't go outside while big daddy's mowing the lawn." He set the little dog down and went out the back door and sat down at the patio and watched Brandon mow the lawn. Brandon was wearing a pair of work boots with white socks, denim shorts and a wifebeater. He had his sunglasses on, but his baseball cap was on the patio table. He was a sweaty mess. Damn, his big bear looked good. When Brandon finally saw Lonnie, he stopped the lawnmower and walked up to the porch. He leaned down and gave Lonnie a quick kiss. "Hey, cupcake. You're back early." "Yeah." Brandon's brows furrowed. He pulled off his shades and set them on the table. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" He squatted down in front of Lonnie and grabbed his hands. Lonnie couldn't help himself. He started to cry. He grabbed Brandon and pulled him closer and gave him a tight hug. "Cupcake, you're scaring me." Lonnie laid his head on Brandon's shoulder. Brandon was soaking wet with sweat, but Lonnie didn't care. He needed to be close to his man right now. "My dad called me." Lonnie felt Brandon's body tense up. "What did he say?" "It was so surreal." "Let's go inside and get comfortable, okay?" "Okay." Brandon took Lonnie's hand and led him inside, straight to their bedroom. He wanted to crawl into bed with Lonnie, but he realized that he was a mess. "Shit," Brandon muttered. "I'm all sweaty. Ah shit, I got you all sweaty too." "We can take a shower." "Okay," Brandon agreed. That would be a good way to relax them. Brandon followed Lonnie into the bathroom. When Lonnie got the shower temperature adjusted, they stepped in and shut the glass door behind them. Brandon rinsed the layer of sweat off his body, then pulled Lonnie into his arms. They let the warm water from the dual shower heads wash over them. Lonnie found his body relaxing and going limp under the steam. Lonnie laid his head on Brandon, resting his cheek on Brandon's furry chest. His hands held tight around Brandon's soft waist. "I'm okay, Brandon," Lonnie said with a sigh. Brandon pressed his lips to the top of Lonnie's head. "You wanna tell me what happened?" "We were having lunch when he called. It was weird. He was making nervous small talk, you know, about the weather and stuff. He asked about work, and I told him about my new job. He seemed like he liked that I was working for a construction company. He said it was hard, honest work. He's big on that. He said he was sorry that he didn't try harder when I was younger." Lonnie's voice cracked and he held Brandon tighter, needing his strength to keep from falling apart. "I asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner sometime," Lonnie said with a sniffle. "Yeah? What did he say?" "He said he was still trying to work through the whole 'gay' thing. He said he couldn't deal with me and you at the same time, knowing that we are... together. But he said maybe we could have lunch, just me and him. He said he'd call me." "You don't think he will?" "I don't know. He always said he'd do stuff before but then never did. I guess we'll see." "It sounds like he's trying. Give him time." "You think? I'm not gonna hold my breath, but I hope you're right." *** Over the next few weeks, Lonnie and Brandon settled into a comfortable life together in their new home. And it looked like a home, too. Lonnie definitely had the gay decorating gene. The rooms were warm and inviting but still reflected a comfortable masculine vibe. When you walked through the home, you could see Brandon and Lonnie's personalities reflected in every room. They divided up their chores pretty evenly. Brandon was happy to do the cleaning and the dishes, while Lonnie took care of cooking and laundry. Lonnie also took care of Brandon in the bedroom. The younger man was a little horndog, much to Brandon's pleasure. Brandon didn't think he would ever tire of Lonnie's tight little ass. Just being around Lonnie made Brandon's cock hard. Brandon woke up almost every morning to Lonnie's hot mouth on his cock. Brandon discovered that he loved sucking Lonnie off as well. His cupcake made the sexiest noises when he was coming. He especially loved it when the two of them got into a hot 69, with Lonnie taking Brandon's monster cock down his throat while Brandon sucked him and finger banged his ass at the same time. As much as he liked oral, Brandon definitely preferred to top Lonnie. They almost always fucked in missionary position so that they could see each other's faces. Brandon also liked it when Lonnie rode him. As long as he could see Lonnie's face when he came. Sometimes they'd do it slow and easy, but most of the time it was hard and fast. Lonnie took everything that Brandon threw at him. Brandon had exceptional control. He would pound Lonnie until he screamed in orgasm, then he'd let go and dump a huge load into Lonnie's greedy, milking ass. Life couldn't be better. Now that their house was in order, Brandon wanted to have Benji and Ben over for dinner, so they decided to plan a small housewarming party. To make it easy on themselves, they decided to just have family to this gathering. It was just going to be them, along with Benji and Ben. Brandon had hoped that Lonnie's dad would have come around by now, but the fucker was still dragging his feet. He still hadn't made lunch plans with Lonnie, though they had talked on the phone a couple of times. The conversations were short and awkward, but Brandon encouraged Lonnie not to give up hope. Since it was his first time hosting an event in their new house, Lonnie had worked himself into a nervous mess. He just wanted everything to be perfect. Lonnie ran through the house, straightening and double-checking everything. When he got to the kitchen, he looked around and went over his mental checklist one last time. "Ah," Brandon admonished as he pulled Lonnie's hand away from his mouth. Lonnie looked up at Brandon and blinked. He hadn't even been aware that he had been chewing on his thumbnail. "Everything is perfect, cupcake. Relax." Lonnie scanned the room once again. "I'm nervous," he said quietly. "It's our first get-together here." He began to chew his bottom lip while he looked over the room again. Brandon pulled Lonnie against him and kissed him, trying to calm his nerves. When he finally pulled away, Lonnie was like putty in his arms. Lonnie let out a sigh and patted Brandon's chest. "Better?" Brandon asked. "Yeah. Your kisses always make it better." He pushed up onto his tip-toes and gave Brandon a quick peck on his bearded cheek. Brandon gave Lonnie's ass one more squeeze before he let him go. He opened the fridge and pulled out the steaks and chicken parts he was marinating. "Looking good." Lonnie squeezed Brandon's hand. "I'm gonna check on Benji outside." "Can you start the grill for me?" "Yup." Lonnie walked out the back door onto the patio. Benji was squatted down in front of a cooler. He dumped a second bag of ice into the cooler and arranged various bottles and cans. Benji looked up and smiled at Lonnie. "Hey, Lon. Everything is all set out here." Benji looked at Lonnie, who had his hand up to his mouth, chewing on his thumbnail. He pushed Lonnie with his shoulder. "Don't be nervous. It's just us." Lonnie gave Benji a quick hug. "I can't help it. I've just never hosted a party before." "It's no big deal. It's family, Lonnie. Hey, you know, you're kinda like my brother now. Once you get married to Brandon, it'll be official." "Yeah, I guess that's true. That's awesome." "I know right?" Lonnie thought for a moment. He brought his thumb up to his mouth and quickly dropped it to his side. "You really think Brandon will marry me? I mean, I'm not in any hurry, or anything." "Yup. You know Brandon. Once he has his mind set on something, he just does it." "He says he wants to go to Japan so that we can visit my mom. He really wants to meet her." "See. That tells you he's serious." "I suppose. Mom will love Brandon, I think. Every week when I call, she wants to talk to him, too. But even if we don't get married, I wouldn't change a thing about my life right now. I'm really, truly happy. We both are." Lonnie opened the grill lid, turned the burners to high, and pressed the 'ignite' button. Once the burners ignited, he closed the grill and looked out into the yard. Toby and Ricky were running around the back yard, chasing each other. They took turns pouncing on each other, rolling around in the grass, then doing it all over again. "They love playing together," Lonnie said. "I know. It's cute. Toby loves his cousin Ricky." "They drive Brandon crazy, though," Lonnie added with a snicker. Benji pulled his cell phone from his pocket and looked at the time. "Let's go see if Ben's here yet." "Where is he?" Lonnie asked. "I don't know. He said it's a surprise. Brandon doesn't even know." "Ooh. I like surprises." "Yeah, me too." Benji looked down at his ring finger. His last surprise was Ben asking him to marry him. It was the best surprise ever. Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 07 Lonnie pulled open the back door and he and Benji went inside. As Lonnie started to shut the door behind him, Ricky came running through between his legs, with Toby hot on his tail. Their nails clicked and skidded on the floor as they scrambled through the kitchen and into the living room, nearly tripping Brandon in the process. "Goddammit." Brandon clapped his hands together and glared at Ricky. "Boy, stop all that running in the house!" Ricky and Toby both froze and sat down on their butts and looked at Brandon with their heads dipped and ears flat back against their heads. Lonnie and Benji chuckled. Benji went into the living room and collapsed in the recliner. "I love your house. The wood floors are gorgeous. And all the new furniture is great. And I want a bathroom like yours so bad." Lonnie sat down on the new leather sofa that Brandon picked out. "Thanks. Brandon picked out the furniture in here, but I picked out most of the accessories." Just when dinner was almost ready, the front door opened. Ben knocked on the door as he pushed it open. "Hey. Look who I found," he said with a huge grin on his face. Ben had his arm around his mother, helping her into the house. Lonnie and Benji both gasped and jumped up and gave Bonnie hugs and stood back so that Ben could get her inside and shut the door. Brandon walked in from the backyard, followed by the dogs. He had a pair of tongs in his hand. "Is that Ben? Where the fu--" His mouth dropped open when he saw his mom. "Mom?" Bonnie held out her hand to Brandon. "Bennie said you and your Lonnie were having a housewarming with the family." Brandon couldn't believe that Ben checked their mom out for the party. And she was smiling and seemed to be lucid today. Brandon swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. "Yeah, Mom." He cleared his choked voice and blinked his eyes a couple of times. "Come on in. Lemme give you a tour of the house." Brandon walked up and kissed his mom on the cheek, then pulled his brother into a tight hug, holding on to him for a few extra seconds. He linked his arm around his Mom's and she held tight. Her feet shuffled along as Brandon slowly led her through the house, giving her the grand tour. "Oh, it's fabulous," Bonnie exclaimed. "You built it?" "My guys remodeled it. Lonnie decorated it." Lonnie, Ben and Benji followed the two, Ben holding Benji's hand tight. Ricky and Toby followed them, wanting to know what everyone was doing. After the tour, everyone moved out into the backyard. They sat around the patio table while Ben and Brandon stood at the grill, arguing over proper grilling techniques. Once dinner was ready to be served, they went inside and sat down at the dining room table together. Bonnie looked around the table at her boys and smiled. "I think we should join hands and give thanks. It wouldn't be a proper Thanksgiving if we didn't do that." Brandon nodded. "Sure, Mom." It was the middle of summer, nowhere near Thanksgiving, but why the hell not. He wasn't going to tell his Mom that it wasn't Thanksgiving. Besides, he had a lot to be thankful for. Brandon looked to his right and took Lonnie's hand. He turned to his left and took his mom's hand. She took Ben's hand, and he joined hands with his Benji. Benji took Lonnie's free hand, completing the circle. Brandon said a quick grace. Ben leaned in and kissed Benji. "I love you, baby." Benji smiled back at his husband. "I love you, Ben." Everyone's hands separated, but Brandon held onto Lonnie. He pulled Lonnie closer, and leaned down and kissed him. "I love you, cupcake," he whispered. Lonnie nuzzled his nose against Brandon's bearded cheek. "I love you, too, big daddy." Brandon looked around the table at his family and everyone was happy and smiling. Today was the best day ever. Brandon hadn't known how empty and lonely he really was until he met Lonnie. Lonnie filled his life with love and happiness like he had never known. With Lonnie he made this place, this little house at the end of a dead-end street, something more. They had made it a home. THE END