Ian was looking at his knees, but his smile grew at those words.
Valen dropped them off at the station. Brad hurried Ian into his car, and then they were heading home, pulling into Brad’s concrete driveway, with the iron helix on the front porch and a colorful spinning windmill Brad had added for Gwen.
If things went well, if Ian agreed… this could become a home for them all.
Brad cut the engine, his heart fluttering. He reached over the center console, catching Ian’s chin. “Move in with me,” he murmured. “So I can talk to the baby every morning.”
Ian laughed, his eyes sparkling. “That’ll be the first person you talk to? The baby?”
“No, I’d kiss you good morning first. Or maybe suck you off. You’d wake up with your cock in my mouth, and I’d get to taste your come. Make you cream a couple times.”
Brad licked his lips, imagining that. He wanted to try waking Ian up, Ian aroused, his chest heaving.
“That’s vulgar.” But Ian was reaching between his own legs, adjusting his cock in his pants. He was growing hard; Brad couldn’t resist nudging Ian’s hand away, cupping him through the layers of fabric.
Ian’s cock pushed against his hand, hungry.
“That’s mine,” Brad growled. “I decide when you come.”
Ian’s breath rushed out of him. “When is that?”
“What about tomorrow?”
Ian whined. “That’s so far away.”
“Tonight, then?” Brad grinned, tugging on Ian’s belt.
Ian squirmed, lifting his hips. “What about now?”
“Impatient.” Brad yanked open Ian’s belt, making him gasp.
Outside the car window, clouds scattered across the February sky. It was deep into the evening, and Brad hadn’t realized how much time had passed. With Gwen recovering in the hospital… they had the rest of the night to themselves.
He fumbled with the button at the top of Ian’s pants. Pulled open the zipper, so Ian’s musk spilled into the air between them, heady and telling.
Brad spread Ian’s pants open, leaving his cock a hard line behind his briefs. It was firm behind the fabric, a dark, damp patch at its tip.
Ian groaned. “Are you just going to stare at it?”
“What if I said yes?”
“You’re bent on tormenting me, aren’t you?” Ian bared his teeth, rubbing his own cock. So Brad caught his hands, stopped him from touching himself. Then he leaned in, pressed his lips between Ian’s legs, and blew slowly through Ian’s briefs.
Ian breathed out shakily. “Brad!”
“Just checking.” Brad grinned. He nuzzled up Ian’s chest, pressing kisses through the thin cotton of Ian’s dress shirt. Caught Ian’s pebbled nipple between his teeth, nipping lightly on it. It was hard against his tongue, sensitive.
There had been times when they’d fucked hard and rough, times when they’d taken things slow. But Brad hadn’t had his omega where there was a chance someone could see them, and there would be no consequences if they were caught.
He glanced out the window; Ian whined. “This isn’t private.”
“I don’t see you climbing out the car.”
“I’m—I’m getting out.”
Ian fumbled for the door, his throat flushed. Brad waited until the door clicked open. Then he pushed his thumb into Ian’s briefs, pulling it down so Ian’s cock slipped out, thick and flushed. It always gave him a thrill, looking at it all hard like that.
Ian yelped. The tip of his cock pushed past his foreskin, eager.
Brad stared, a disbelieving smile spreading through his face. He’d expected Ian to cover up. Not grow even harder. “You like this. Being exposed makes you horny.”
Instead of answering, Ian glanced away, his face so red that his skin had to be burning.
“Damn, Ian,” Brad murmured.
He got out of the car and jogged around the trunk to Ian’s side, his own pants stretched to bursting. He wanted to fit himself into his omega. Wanted to see Ian take his cock, every inch of it. If someone else witnessed them, well. Ian was his.
Ian had pulled his briefs up by the time Brad reached him. Brad glanced around the cul de sac, seeing only quiet gardens, and someone’s escaped German shepherd trotting down the street.
So he pushed his fingers into Ian’s pants, squeezing Ian’s delicate sac through his briefs. Ian gasped, rocking into his palm. “Brad—”
“Like it?” Brad rubbed Ian’s cock with his thumb. Followed it to the damp patch of fabric, and ground the precome-soaked fabric against Ian’s tip.
It dragged against Ian’s sensitive skin. Ian squirmed, leaking onto his finger.
“Very nice,” Brad growled.
“We should—should get inside,” Ian mumbled.
He backed away, just enough that Brad’s hand slipped out of his pants. Then he turned, hurrying to the front door.
Brad caught up to him there. He locked the car and shoved Ian up against the door, his palm flat against Ian’s hammering heart. Ian’s gaze dragged from Brad’s eyes to his mouth, down his chest to his hips.
“Hard for you,” Brad growled, squeezing his own cock. His orange work pants wrapped around it, showing off its size. Ian’s musk flooded Brad’s lungs. “Gonna give you all of this. Spread you open. Fuck you good and hard.”
Ian moaned, his pupils blown wide.
He wants me.
The thought was intoxicating. Brad cupped Ian’s nape, hauling him close. Then he meshed their lips together, tasting Ian thoroughly. Ian tasted faintly like tea, and Brad plunged into his mouth, throbbing when Ian moaned.
“You like that,” Brad murmured. “You like me fucking you everywhere.”
Ian breathed out shakily. “Yes.”
So Brad claimed Ian’s mouth, licking him, grinding his cock against Ian’s. He urged Ian’s mouth wider, thrusting inside, until Ian dug his nails into Brad’s waist, writhing against him.
Ian shoved his hand past Brad’s waistband, his searching fingers curling around Brad’s cock. He groaned hungrily, and Brad ground into his soft palm. Loved the way Ian gasped, wanting more.
He reached behind Ian, cupping his firm ass. Pushed his fingers between Ian’s cheeks, finding his damp hole through the fabric. Ian arched his spine; Brad pressed down on his hole, massaging it. Thought about breaching Ian’s entrance, fingers and briefs and all.
Instead, Brad spread Ian’s ass through his pants, just to let him feel how Brad would
