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.