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."