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-in-law. 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.