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With Red Skull and U.S. Agent in custody, their nefarious plans revealed to the world, support for the Superhuman Registration Act and the Mutant Registration Act wanes. Captain America is exonerated and beloved by all. Bryan Patterson destroys all medical equipment from the Armory and Nate’s samples along with it. There is peace in the Avenger’s mansion …
Brad was inside his rooms, pacing. It was the first time in days he was home with no expectations, no demands on his time. He didn’t feel at home in his skin. It was like something was crawling just under the surface. He needed sleep but he couldn’t sit still for more than a minute, let alone drop off into slumber.
Things hadn’t gone as he’d expected after they’d rescued Nate and taken Red Skull and U.S. Agent into custody. Patterson had handed them over to the FBI and, to everyone’s surprise, been immediately summoned to D.C. to appear before the Committee. The full extent of Ferrando’s perfidy had been revealed during the hearings.
They’d barely finished their debriefs and after-actions when Nate’s testimony had been required, as had Brad’s. They’d both managed to sleep on the Avenger’s Quinjet as they flew to D.C., but hadn’t managed much since.
Gunny had been right; as soon as the Committee, the press and the public had gotten a good look at Nate, they’d fallen in love. Brad had watched some of their testimony on YouTube. Nate was so fucking genuine and earnest, it made Brad’s teeth ache. When he unleashed his dry humor at some of the more retarded questions he was asked, and quirked a half smile, Brad’s cock got hard in response. His effect on the world nearly equaled Patterson’s. When Nate spoke, people listened.
It had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done; sitting beside Nate in the Committee chambers, seeing him dressed in an impeccable suit, smelling of soap and cologne and not being able to touch him.
To Brad’s utter amazement, his own caustic replies to the Committee had earned him a following of his own. He was the defiant one; the rebel who questioned authority and demanded it prove its legitimacy. Nate had laughed at his dismay the first time he’d seen his picture on the front page of a major newspaper.
One good thing to come out of it all was that it was now cool to be a mutant or a superhero – both Registration Acts died in committee and public sentiment was mostly on their side. Nate had persuaded, cajoled, challenged and demanded the Acts be shredded. The Committee couldn’t give him what he wanted fast enough.
Brad picked up the stack of magazines Ray had left in his room. On the covers were photos of Patterson, Nate and Brad. He’d wanted nothing more than to get the fuck out of D.C. but Patterson had insisted they grant the interviews and pose for the covers.
He’d never admit it but the Time cover was Brad’s favorite. The three of them were dressed in tailored suits. The headline read Super Security. Beside each of them was a caption: Mutant, Enhanced Marine, Magnanimous Titan. At the moment the photo had been taken, Brad had pressed his hand to the small of Nate’s back. It couldn’t be seen in the photo but Nate’s expression was telling. Rather than his usual stoic, professional mask, Nate’s eyes were wide and luminous. His lips were parted, red and wet, as if he’d licked them just before the click of the shutter.
They were fucking celebrities and Brad hated every moment of it. Patterson, as always, reveled in it. Nate used it as a tool to get people to do what he wanted them to. Brad was just thankful they were all on the same side.
He tossed down the magazine and resumed his pacing. He needed to talk to Nate and there was no longer anything to get in the way. Nate had made a promise. Brad was just afraid it had been made in the heat of the moment; at the height of passion. There was every chance that even if Nate remembered it, he hadn’t meant it.
There was a knock at the door. Brad knew exactly who it was. He’d been half expecting Nate to seek him out. He’d been counting on it, in fact; he was too big a pussy to go in search of Nate himself.
Brad opened the door and felt the now-familiar tightening of his chest. Nate was standing in the corridor, holding his shield.
“I came home,” he said in greeting, holding up his shield. “I told you I’d be with it.”
Brad stepped aside to let Nate enter. “It’s a good thing, sir. If you’d come home on your shield, Ferrando and McGraw wouldn’t have lived to the end of the day.”
Nate set his shield on the floor, propped against the end of the sofa. He moved to the table that held the stack of magazines. “You mean that, don’t you?” he asked.
Brad watched Nate skim through the magazines. A lump formed in his throat and he couldn’t answer Nate’s question.
His silence must have been answer enough because Nate didn’t press. Instead, he turned back to Brad, the copy of Newsweek in his hand. It was the only cover Brad had posed for alone. He’d defied Patterson and worn jeans and a black tee shirt instead of a suit. The photo was his head and torso only. The headline read Iceman. The caption said Elemental Power.
Brad hated it. It made him feel different and apart. His mutation made him different from everyone else and the level of his mutation separated him even from other mutants. It was the first time in years Brad felt like a freak and all he wanted to be right now was man.
“My favorite,” Nate said, gesturing toward the magazine before setting it back onto the table.
Brad didn’t know what to say. His heart hammered in his chest. Nate always seemed able to simply accept Brad just as he was.
Nate moved to the doorway that connected the sitting room and Brad’s bedroom. He leaned against the door frame. “Did I ever thank you for pulling my ass out of the fire?” he asked.
“No thanks necessary.” Brad waved his hand dismissively. He didn’t want Nate’s gratitude.
“Doesn’t mean I’m not grateful.”
“Anytime, sir.” Brad stared hard at Nate, willing him to know he meant what he said.
“You know I’d do the same for you?” Nate’s question surprised him.
Brad did know that. He realized he trusted Nate with his life. He just couldn’t answer because he couldn’t catch his breath, so Brad simply nodded.
Nate grinned. “When you first came sliding down from that skylight, I was so fucking pissed. I thought you’d come for me on your own and put yourself in an unacceptable amount of danger. I didn’t even stop to think about how I’d gotten free from the ceiling, I just started swinging the chains to try to buy you time to get the hell out of there.”
Brad felt his own mouth lift in a smile. “I admire the valiant way you kept battling, even when they had you completely secured.”
Nate’s expression grew serious. “When Ray swooped down and wrapped those metallic talons around my chains, I realized you’d brought the entire team. You’d overcome the unexpected by adapting, instead of responding impulsively and it was impressive.”
His own smile faltered. “Thank you, sir,” Brad murmured, feeling his face flush in both pleasure and embarrassment at Nate’s praise.
“We make a fucking spectacular team, don’t you think?”
Brad did. From designing a Humvee, to planning and executing missions, even down to their tag-team style of testifying and granting interviews; they were an effective and cohesive team. “Yes, we do.”
“I believe we can do this,” Nate said decisively.
“Do what, sir?” Brad’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“This,” Nate gestured between them. “We proved we can function appropriately despite being pretty fucking scared for one another’s safety, wouldn’t you agree?”
“I would.” He wondered where Nate was going with this. Brad almost didn’t dare hope.
“Good. Because I like it here. I enjoy being a part of the Avengers. I enjoy working for, and with, Bryan Patterson. I would hate to give it up in order to have this.” Nate gestured between them again.
Brad’s heart sank. “I wasn’t aware you were considering leaving us.”
“I wasn’t. I’m not. But I would, if it came down to a choice between being and Avenger and being with you.”
Brad stood rooted to his spot. He blinked several times, not quite believing his ears. He wasn’t sure he could trust what he thought Nate was saying. “You made me a promise,” Brad said, taking one hell of a leap of faith.
“I’ve made several. Which one are you referring to?”
“Next time.”
Nate’s eyes narrowed in confusion. Brad’s heart soared when Nate’s expression cleared and he smiled. “I’m here to make good on that promise. Are you ready to collect?”
Brad closed the distance between them in two long strides. He gripped Nate’s broad shoulders and tugged their bodies together. He expected Nate to surrender, to fall compliant to Brad’s dominance but that didn’t happen. Instead, Nate reached for Brad, stepping into him eagerly. He felt Nate’s arms wrap around him; Nate’s strong hands dug into the muscles of his back and pulled him close.
It felt like Nate wanted this; wanted Brad. His heart was already hammering in his chest and the thought that Nate might feel something, too left him weak-kneed. He lowered his head for a kiss and Nate rose up slightly to meet him. Brad should go slowly, show Nate he was more than a sloppy teenager just trying to come. The way Nate kissed him though, bled away much of Brad’s self-control.
Nate’s mouth on Brad’s was a fucking assault. The wet rub of Nate’s full lips against his own made Brad’s mouth tingle. He released Nate’s shoulders and slid his hands around Nate’s chest, down his back and the curve of his tight ass. Brad gripped Nate’s ass, feeling the flex of firm muscle as Nate shifted his weight against him. He pulled their hips together, pressing them tight and rubbing himself against the heat of Nate’s body.
Nate’s tongue swept along the seam of Brad’s mouth, and Brad parted his lips to welcomed Nate inside. Brad’s cock hung heavily between his legs, growing harder with each moment. He rubbed himself against Nate’s hip, shifting until their cocks were pressed together through the rough fabric of their jeans. He could feel Nate’s growing hardness pressed against his own and an answering rush of blood flooded his dick. Brad’s erection swelled rapidly and he was damn near light headed.
He licked into Nate’s mouth, caressing Nate’s tongue with his own. Brad felt like he was fucking starving and Nate was his only possible nourishment. He became aware of the sound of their harsh breathing, loud in the otherwise silent room. Brad’s chest heaved as he drew breath after breath in through his nose. He exhaled heavily, desperately, just so he could take another deep breath or risk losing consciousness. Nate’s breathing was equally strained, each exhalation burning over Brad’s cheek.
Brad’s cock was fully hard now and he pressed himself against Nate’s hip. He shifted again and grazed his erection against Nate’s where it pressed against his fly. Brad didn’t know what to do. He wanted to keep kissing Nate; he wanted to tear his mouth away and suck on Nate’s throat. He wanted to bite at Nate’s collarbone, rip his shirt off and bite at his nipples. Brad wanted to drop to his knees and suck Nate’s cock down his throat at the same time he wanted Nate on his knees, sucking Brad’s cock. He was losing his fucking mind.
Nate broke the kiss, the loud smacking sound punched Brad low in the gut. He tightened his grip on Nate’s ass, afraid he’d pull away and break this exquisite contact. Nate stayed pressed tight to him, grinding his hard cock against Brad’s. Nate breathed, hot and heavy, against Brad’s neck, licking and nipping at the hollow of Brad’s throat until Brad shuddered in response.
“We need to get naked. I want to see and feel skin.” Nate’s voice was rough and breathless. “You said I could suck your cock next time. Did you mean it? Will you let me suck your cock?”
Brad’s dick twitched violently, threatening to punch through the denim of his jeans. Jesus Christ, was he fucking serious? Did Nate really think Brad was stupid enough to not want his cock sucked? Stupid enough to not want his cock sucked by Nate?
“Yeah. Fuck yeah,” Brad moaned, shocked at the desperate sound of his own voice.
Nate’s hot mouth closed over the lobe of Brad’s ear. He sucked on it and bit down just enough to make it sting. Brad’s knees buckled. He dug his fingers into Nate’s ass, searching for support. Nate tugged at the back of Brad’s tee shirt, dragging it upward over his shoulders. Reluctantly, Brad released his hold on Nate and lifted his arms. Nate stripped the shirt up over his head and arms, tossing it aside. Brad reached for Nate even as Nate tore off his own shirt and cast it away.
When they came together again, Brad gasped at the sensation of Nate’s hot skin pressed to his own. He ran his palms over the smooth skin and firm muscle of Nate’s chest. He watched in fascination as his own hand skimmed over Nate’s flesh. He ignored the way his hands trembled and hoped Nate didn’t notice.
The skin of Brad’s belly burned where it met Nate’s. Both of their chests heaved, their breathing nearly in sync. Brad gasped and sucked in his stomach reflexively when Nate’s fingers skimmed along his belly. He was working at the fly of Brad’s jeans, his usual competence replaced by arousal dulled reflexes. Brad felt a modicum of relief to know Nate was feeling this, too; he was just as affected as Brad was.
Brad needed to sit down. There was no fucking way he could stay on his feet once Nate’s lips were wrapped around his cock; no way in Hell. Brad shifted his weight and crowded Nate, leaning into him, pushing and guiding him backward toward the bed. Nate’s hands shifted to Brad’s ribcage and clutched him tightly. Brad skimmed his hands up Nate’s arms, feeling the corded muscles beneath the skin. Nate turned his face upward, piercing eyes watching Brad closely, studying him intently.
It worried Brad, not knowing just what Nate was searching for. Whatever it was, he knew Nate wouldn’t find it. Brad didn’t – couldn’t – show what he was feeling; how intensely he was feeling it.
They reached the side of the bed this time Nate shifted his weight and forced Brad to pivot. He felt the backs of his legs press against the mattress. Nate smiled up at him and Brad couldn’t breathe.
“I’m here with you,” Nate said. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ve wanted you like this for so long now.”
The fist in Brad’s chest, clenched painfully for so long, loosened. He hadn’t known he’d needed to hear those words, how the fuck had Nate known to say them?
Nate pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to Brad’s throat and his chest, even as he worked open the fly of Brad’s jeans. He pushed denim and cotton down over Brad’s hips and ass, letting it pool. Brad sat down heavily on the bed when Nate gave him a firm shove. He was helpless to resist Nate; he just fucking gave up trying.
Nate dropped to his knees between Brad’s open thighs. He dragged Brad’s jeans the rest of the way off and tossed them away. Brad didn’t know what the fuck to do. His cock ached, straining upward as if trying to reach Nate on its own. He wanted to bury his hands in Nate’s hair, shoving his head down so he could fuck Nate’s mouth. He wanted to rest back on his elbows and watch Nate’s swollen, red mouth stretch over his cock. He wanted to run his hands over the broad expanse of Nate’s back and shoulders, feel the muscles flex with each of Nate’s movements. He wanted everything.
Brad fell back onto his elbows when Nate pressed a hand to the center of his chest and pushed. His thighs quivered as Nate ran calloused palms up their lengths. Brad held his breath when Nate looked up at him, slowly lowering his head over Brad’s straining cock. Nate’s green eyes were ablaze and they locked onto Brad’s. He didn’t know where to look; Nate’s eyes or the bow-shape of his upper lip as it stretched around the width and slid down the length of his dick.
Brad exhaled a shuddering breath. He dragged air into his lungs through parched lips. The feel of Nate’s hot, wet mouth gliding all the way down to the base of his cock made him groan. Brad clenched his teeth and fisted his hands, struggling for control. He’d fantasized about this; jerked off picturing this and his control was slipping away with each slide of Nate’s mouth. He watched Nate suck him and Nate watched Brad the entire time; even when he added his hand to Brad’s dick. Nate’s grip on Brad’s cock was firm, his hand rough. Brad watched Nate’s head lift and dip, hand moving with the same timing. He felt it when Nate sucked hard, the suction exquisite as it enveloped Brad’s entire dick only to recede again, frustratingly. Brad was almost afraid none of this wasn’t real. He’d wanted this for so long, and he wasn’t used to getting what he wanted.
He struggled not to flex his hips, not to thrust into Nate’s mouth uncontrollably. Brad clenched his jaw and willed himself to stay still. The sight of Nate moving over his cock, sucking it down between his perfectly shaped lips, was driving Brad to madness. He groaned when Nate flicked his tongue into the weeping slit. He unleashed a string of swear words he wasn’t sure meant anything when Nate dragged the flat of his tongue along the fat vein on the underside.
It was Brad’s greatest fantasy come true and he was sure that, at any moment, it would prove to be a dream. Nate hummed around his dick and Brad couldn’t help it; he snapped his hips upward sharply. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, fisting his hands in the bedclothes.
Nate seemed unfazed. His mouth worked down Brad’s cock in tandem with his fist. Each time Brad thrust upward, Nate took it. He sucked at the head of Brad’s erection just before he licked his way down the length. Brad fucked himself in and out of Nate’s mouth, even as Nate moved his spare hand up to cradle Brad’s sac.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Brad whispered harshly. His hips moved rhythmically and Nate moved up and down his length in time. He jerked restlessly as Nate caressed his balls, squeezing and tugging and rolling them, torturing Brad right into insanity.
Without warning, Brad’s orgasm began to roll down his spine and through his pelvis. He was better than this, he should be able to last longer. He should have at least felt it building before now. Christ, but Nate shattered his fucking self-control.
“Nate, I’m close,” he said, his own voice rough and unrecognizable. He placed on hand gently on the back of Nate’s head to warn him or still him or – fuck, Brad wasn’t even sure.
Nate pulled off, wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were luminous and his cheeks were flushed. His mouth looked bruised and fucked. Brad was still stunned that he’d been the one to get Nate looking that way. His chest heaved with every breath and he realized suddenly, Nate was breathing just as hard.
Brad didn’t know what he’d finally done right in his life that he got have Nate this way. He got to see Nate aroused and wanting and realized he wanted to be the only one to see him that way. Brad was suddenly overwhelmed by a powerful wave of possessiveness. He never felt like this; Brad never felt the need to claim and mark his territory. This was unfamiliar ground for him. Still, he knew what he had to do.
Brad lunged up from the bed. He gripped Nate’s shoulders and shifted his own weight. Pressing Nate face down into the bed, Brad slid on top of him. He used the length of his body to pin Nate, to hold him in place. Brad pressed a single, open-mouth kiss to the back of Nate’s neck. Beneath him, Nate shuddered. Brad smiled against the sweaty hair at the base of Nate’s skull.
Nate relaxed under him. That was when Brad sank his teeth into the flesh of Nate’s neck, hard enough to leave marks. He was done fucking around. Nate was his.
“Ugh,” Nate grunted as Brad bit him. He arched upward and Brad pressed down into him, both pinning him and rubbing against him.
Brad slid his cock against the cleft of Nate’s denim clad ass. The fabric was rough against his sensitized erection and it hurt in a way that sent electricity sparking through Brad’s body; it felt fucking fantastic. He slid his hands up the length of Nate’s naked back, feeling the sweat starting to slick his smooth skin. Brad bit down on Nate’s shoulder and smiled when he groaned into the bedclothes.
Nate writhed beneath him. He pressed his ass upward into Brad’s cock and arched his back so they were skin-to-skin. Brad dragged the flat of his tongue along Nate’s spine, smiling at the sound of his harsh breathing in response. Brad slid his hands along Nate’s arms and linked their fingers, gripping tightly. He selected an unblemished patch of flesh on Nate’s shoulder blade and sucked it into his mouth. Brad sank his teeth into that flesh, sucking and biting and fucking marking Nate as his.
He used his hips to press Nate firmly into the bed, keeping him from tossing them both to the floor as he thrashed beneath Brad’s restraining body. Nate’s eyes were open but glazed, focused only on the sensations Brad was giving him. Brad kept his hands entwined with Nate’s as he slid lower still. He moved to Nate’s other side, just over his straining ribcage. Pressing his lips to the flushed skin, Brad sucked hard at Nate’s side. He felt the heat of Nate’s blood rush to the surface of his skin and he ran his tongue over the swelling as it formed.
“Fuck.” Brad thought he heard Nate whisper, as he released the abused flesh. He admired the dark red bruise as it slowly began to purple.
Nate made a sound that could have been a protest when Brad released his hands. He didn’t give Nate time to be disappointed, though. Brad reached beneath Nate’s body and tore open the fly of jeans. He tugged them down over Nate’s hips, knowing he was rough in his haste but unable to care.
Brad threw aside the last barrier of clothing and sat back to admire the firm swell of Nate’s ass. He skimmed his palms admiringly over Nate’s round ass cheeks. He grinned when Nate pressed his hips upward, pushing his ass more firmly into Brad’s hands.
Lowering his head, Brad dragged his tongue along the base of Nate’s spine. Nate pressed his forehead into the bedclothes and gripped them tightly in his clenched fists. He muttered nonsense as Brad licked at the crease of his ass. Brad pressed his open mouth to one of Nate’s ass cheeks. He sucked on the firm flesh, feeling it fill with the warmth of collecting blood. Nate gasped when Brad let the skin slide from beneath his teeth. He watched it color, a distinct mark of possession growing more obvious on Nate’s ass.
Brad gripped Nate’s ass cheeks firmly in both hands. He spread them wide apart, baring Nate. He blew a breath of air across Nate’s tightly clenching hole and watched it tighten further and relax.
“Brad?” Nate asked, sounding puzzled. He lifted his head slightly and looked at Brad over his shoulder. The sight was fucking debauched and the hottest thing Brad had ever seen.
He pressed his face to the cleft of Nate’s ass and dragged the flat of his tongue along Nate’s hole. Nate’s response was intense and caught Brad off guard.
“Christ, fuck, Brad … what,” Nate sounded like he couldn’t catch his breath. Brad held him still but it was as though Nate couldn’t decide if he wanted to crawl away or push back into Brad’s mouth. “My god … what the … fuck …”
Brad licked at the dimples at the top of Nate’s ass. Something in Nate’s tone had him on high alert. “Don’t you like it?”
“I don’t … I didn’t … what … fuck, yes, I like it.”
Brad dragged the flat of his tongue along Nate’s opening. He swept back and pressed the firm tip to Nate’s hole. Nate tasted tangy and musky and Brad’s mouth watered. Nate was writhing violently and Brad held him steady, using his thumbs to open Nate so he could slide his tongue inside.
Nate’s body jerked and shuddered, he let out a strangled cry when Brad licked into the heat of his body. He tasted strong and masculine, just like Brad had thought he would. Holding him open and lifting Nate’s hips slightly, Brad licked lower, dragging his tongue from Nate’s heavy ball sac to the base of his spine. Nate choked out a low groan.
Brad licked around Nate’s hole, teasing it, enjoying the sound of Nate’s ragged breathing. He pushed his tongue inside of Nate, past the strong muscle. He swirled his tongue, tasting all of Nate he could reach. Little by little, Nate relaxed around Brad. His hips flexed rhythmically as he pushed back against Brad’s mouth and forward against the mattress.
Brad came onto his knees and slid the length of his body along Nate’s. The sweat-slick skin glided easily and Nate felt as though he was on fire. Brad dragged the flat of his tongue along the entire length of Nate’s spine, tasting his sweat and his skin. He reached Nate’s neck and bit down hard on the juncture of his shoulder. Nate’s spine curved, his head coming back to rest against Brad’s shoulder. His sex flush covered his face, his elegant throat and muscular chest. Brad licked over Nate’s Adam’s apple.
“Fuck, Brad, please,” Nate pleaded in a harsh whisper.
Brad covered Nate’s hands with his own and twined their fingers. “What? What do you need?” he asked against the shell of Nate’s ear, licking around the delicate structure and sweeping inside.
Nate shuddered violently against Brad. “Please fuck me.”
It was a simple request but the way Nate looked, the utter devastation in his voice, ensured Brad couldn’t have refused; even if he’d wanted to. “Yeah. Yeah, I wanna fuck you.” Brad thought he might have slurred his own words.
Nate turned his face toward Brad’s and suddenly they were kissing. The angle was awkward and Nate’s loss of coordination made it off center and sloppy wet. It was all tongue, their lips hardly touched. Brad lapped at Nate’s tongue, loving the wet glide. He ground his hips downward into Nate’s ass, rubbing his cock against the cleft.
Brad sat up and reached for his bedside table. He took out the new bottle and a foil packet. His hands shook as he struggled to open the bottle. Finally, he poured the slick over his fingers and reached for Nate’s ass again. His first finger slid in easily, dragging a low moan from Nate’s throat, then pushed a second finger as well, running his free hand along Nate’s lower back, soothing him and grounding himself.
Nate rocked back against Brad. He pushed hard, as if trying to get more of Brad’s hand inside. Impatiently, Brad withdrew his fingers and Nate made a frustrated sound. Opening the condom packet, Brad managed to get the latex rolled down his erection. Just the slick touch of his own fingers had his hips bucking as he felt damn near close to coming. He doused his sheathed cock in more lube and reached for Nate’s hips.
Brad helped Nate come to his knees, watched him spread his thighs wider and let his head drop to hang limply between his shoulders. Just the sight was fucking hot, but Brad felt like something was missing; like he needed more. Lunging forward, he wrapped his arms around Nate’s torso. He sat back on his own heels and pulled Nate’s body with him. They knelt there; Nate in the cradle of Brad’s legs, Brad’s arms wrapped tightly around Nate’s heaving chest. Nate turned his face into Brad’s neck and breathed heavily against him.
“You feel so good wrapped all around me,” Nate whispered. Brad wondered if he knew he’d spoken. “You smell so fucking good.”
Brad pressed a kiss to Nate’s forehead. With one hand he reached between their bodies and took hold of himself. He lined himself up with Nate hole. With one arm wrapped around Nate’s chest, his other hand gripping at and guiding Nate’s hip, Brad thrust his hips upward. At the same time, he dragged Nate down and back, impaling him on Brad’s cock.
Nate cried out roughly. He brought his hands up to clutch desperately at Brad’s arm across his chest. Brad felt Nate’s body envelope him fully. His cock was buried in Nate’s tight heat, squeezed by those inner muscles. Nate’s back was firm as it pressed against Brad’s chest. Sweat made them slip and slide against each other. The scent was insane; Nate, his shampoo, his cologne, his sweat and his sex combined and made Brad’s balls ache. He buried his face in the hair at the back of Nate’s neck and struggled for control over his breathing and his movements.
Both of Nate’s arms covered Brad’s where they were wrapped around Nate’s chest.
“You okay?” Brad asked against the back of Nate’s head. “You good with this?”
“Yeah,” Nate whispered in reply. “Fuck yeah.
Brad pulled his hips back slightly, feeling the heat of Nate’s body and the tight clench of his muscles slide along the length of his dick. He pulled out almost all of the way, feeling the flex of Nate’s muscles as he rose up on his knees, looking to match Brad’s rhythm.
He pushed in at the same time he pulled Nate down onto his lap. He felt Nate push himself backward, sinking onto Brad’s erection and taking him all the way to the hilt. Brad’s brain exploded at the sensation, electrical shocks shooting through his system and zinging down the length of his spine. Again he pulled back and Nate rose up. Together, Brad fucked forward and Nate sank down. Their hips met in a lewd slap of flesh.
Brad groaned each time he fucked himself into Nate’s heat. He listened to each of Nate’s guttural moans. He held tight to Nate’s body as he fucked up into him. Brad found a fast and brutal rhythm. He pistoned his hips hard and fast, slamming himself in and out of Nate’s body. Nate clung to him, fucking back against him, never missing a thrust.
He felt hot breath ghost along his throat. Brad opened his eyes to see that Nate had turned and was pressing his face to the sweaty skin of Brad’s neck. He could feel Nate’s ragged breathing. He could just hear the litany of curses Nate chanted, most likely unaware of what he was saying.
Blindly, Brad searched around the bed for the discarded bottle of lube. Clumsily, he pressed it into Nate’s palm. “Lube my hand,” he said in a low voice through grit teeth. He was struggling to maintain his rhythm and not just shove Nate into the mattress and pound into his ass.
It was messy but Nate managed to get some lube into Brad’s palm. Brad wrapped his slick hand around Nate’s hard cock. Brad groaned when Nate’s body clenched around him in response. Nate choked out a broken cry and his movements against Brad faltered.
“Are you close?” Brad gasped.
“Yes,” Nate answered in what almost sounded like a sob.
“Can you come like this?”
“Yeah. Fuck, I’m close,” Nate said through clenched teeth.
Brad jacked Nate’s slick, hard cock as he slowly fucked his ass. He moved his hips slowly, circling them slightly, giving Nate different depths and angles. He stroked Nate’s cock from root to tip, his hand a blur and he tried to drag the orgasm from him.
Nate’s body clamped down hard on Brad’s cock. He’d never felt anything so good. His balls ached and began to rise. His climax started a slow burn in the base of his spine and began to role its way through his pelvis.
“Are you gonna come?” he asked Nate. “Are you close?”
“Yeah,” Nate replied breathlessly, his body taut like a bow string and still pressed tightly against Brad’s. “Don’t stop,” he pleased hoarsely. “Please don’t fucking stop.”
Brad didn’t stop. He watched and listened as his own hand stroked Nate’s erection. He watched the dusky, reddened head disappear into his own fist then reemerge. His hand moved so quickly it was almost a blur. The lube made a slick, wet sound in his own palm and against Nate’s cock. He pulsed his own hips against Nate’s ass, sliding his cock in and out incrementally. All the while, Brad watched Nate’s face, waiting for the look of supreme satisfaction to suffuse his expression as he came in Brad’s hand.
Nate’s breath caught and his body stopped moving against Brad’s. For several, interminable seconds he didn’t breathe and he didn’t move. Brad kept stroking his cock, watching and waiting impatiently.
“Fuck, Brad, I’m coming,” Nate shouted and his entire body began to tremble.
Brad kept stroking and kept Nate pressed tight to his own body. He rode out the waves of Nate’s climax with him, feeling Nate’s muscles convulse and spasm around his cock. Hot, wet jets of come covered Brad’s hand, some landing on Nate’s belly, some landing on his thighs. Nate groaned loudly, sucking in each breath through clenched teeth.
Suddenly, Nate went limp. Brad held his slumped body close to his own, leaving his cock buried deep inside. He’d done this. Brad had been the one to fuck Nate senseless. He’d been the one to make him come so hard he hung limply in Brad’s arms afterward.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to Nate’s temple.
“Yeah. I just have to catch my breath.”
“Take your time,” Brad soothed, slowly starting to rock his hips against Nate’s ass again.
“I want you to come,” Nate breathed, his head resting against Brad’s shoulder. “I want to feel you come inside of me.”
Nate was going to destroy Brad. He was so fucking genuine, so damn responsive. He seemed to see right into Brad and seemed able to read him like a book. It was like he knew just what Brad needed and wanted. No one had ever been able to do that.
Brad wrapped his arms around Nate and pulled him in close, fucking Nate in an easy rhythm. It felt so god damned good, his orgasm began to quickly build inside of him again.
“You feel so amazing,” he murmured, closing his eyes and focusing on the feel of Nate surrounding him. “Your ass is so hot and so tight around my cock. Just wanna fuck you ‘til I come.” It was nonsense, but Brad didn’t fucking care anymore.
His orgasm slammed into him with the force of a superhuman punch. The muscles in his lower belly clenched. Jolts of electricity rolled up his spine and sparks lit behind his closed eyelids. He lost all rhythm and slammed his hips against Nate’s ass with mindless abandon. His balls tucked tight against his body and his cock jerked over and over again with each pulse of come.
Brad was only barely aware of Nate making soothing and sympathetic sounds and he rode out the climax with him.
As his orgasm receded, Brad struggled to regain his breath. He also struggled to regain his composure. He couldn’t ever remember losing it quite like that before.
Slowly, Nate rose up from Brad’s lap. They both hissed when Brad’s soft dick slid out of Nate’s body. Brad reached to remove the condom and somewhere, Nate was there pushing his hands away.
“Easy,” Nate soothed. “I’ve got it.”
When Nate left to dispose of the latex, Brad collapsed down onto his elbows. He tried to hold himself up, but his arms quivered, threatening to give out.
Suddenly, Nate was there again. He climbed onto the bed, dragging his body the length of Brad’s. He settled down over Brad, watching him closely. What the fuck could he see?
Brad closed his eyes when Nate lowered his head to kiss him. It was warm and affectionate. It was devoid of their earlier desperation and passion, but it still felt like it meant something.
“I don’t know what you’re worried about,” Nate said when he broke the kiss. He pressed a thumb between Brad’s brows, smoothing out the frown. “But I suspect you’re over-thinking things.”
Brad’s eyes narrowed. It’s like Nate knew what was going on in his head. “How do you know I’m thinking about anything? My mind tends to go blank after spectacular sex.”
“I know when you’re feeling something because I look for it,” Nate answered. “It’s there. It’s always been there. I just don’t think anyone’s bothered to look for it before.”
Brad’s hearted thundered. He wondered if Nate could feel it, pressed this close. “And you look for it?”
“I look for it because it matters.”
Brad swallowed hard. Was Nate saying that Brad mattered to him?
“So, we’re going to make this work, right?” Nate asked, brows rising as if to challenge Brad to argue. “We work together, as part of a team. After the missions, we do this; we come home and take care of each other. Give and get what we each need.”
“Is that what you want?” Brad asked, stalling.
“Yes, it is.”
“So do I.” It was all Brad could manage for now. "Aut cum scuto, aut in scuto," he said, letting Nate know he understood.
“Semper cum scuto, semper fidelis,” Nate said, watching Brad intently.
“Semper cum scuto, semper fidelis?” Brad repeated, making it a question.
“Always with the shield, always faithful,” Nate promised.