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?