The Sweetest Scent Part 25

READING the interrupted book back home was a grueling experience, and he despised it with every fiber of his being. When he heard the door close, he knew he'd gotten his reprieve for the time being. And sure enough, a minute later his door opened and Lacey stepped in. the interrupted book back home was a grueling experience, and he despised it with every fiber of his being. When he heard the door close, he knew he'd gotten his reprieve for the time being. And sure enough, a minute later his door opened and Lacey stepped in.

"Hey, welcome home, stranger," Bro said with a smile. The night was getting darker, and the streets lights outside cast a yellowish glow on the ceiling. Up at the loft this was as close as they could get. But the white ceiling reflected some light down, and the beams illuminated Lacey so beautifully Bro's heart leaped up to his throat, and he had to swallow convulsively.

"Oh G.o.d, Bro, I've missed you so much." Lacey kicked off her shoes, ran toward the bed, and jumped on it, almost squis.h.i.+ng Bro. But he sure didn't mind as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend.

Then they were kissing, and the outside world faded away.

When Bro flipped Lacey onto her back and lay on top of her, Lacey let out a sweet sigh, as if satisfaction were finally at hand. "You okay, babe?"

Lacey smiled up at him. "It's just been one of those days."

Bro rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what to expect. "Parker?"

"He thinks I have a crush on Bennett Marchand, the professor I was telling you about, the world-famous violinist." Lacey paused, waiting for a reaction, and Bro nodded. "Well, anyway, Parker got me so wound up I pretty much shouted out loud I wasn't into Marchand. Guess who was standing right behind me?"

Bro bit back a laugh. "No! Really?"

"Yes." Lacey's cheeks colored pink with shame, and the furrow between her brows grew more p.r.o.nounced. "I was so embarra.s.sed. I could just strangle Parker sometimes!"

"What did the dear old professor do?"

"He pretended nothing happened. And then he invited me, Parker, and a few others to play at this s.h.i.+ndig he's throwing for some social bigwigs in a few weeks." Lacey's eyes widened at this point, the wooden hues all but melting into various shades of green. "Oh, Bro. I'll get to perform in front of people. Real people. Important people. I'm so scared."

Bro kissed Lacey softly, loving the feel of her pliable lips beneath his own. "You've got nothing to worry about, baby. You're really good. You'll do great. I know it."

"But-" Lacey started, all worried and keyed up.

"No buts," Bro cut in, adamant. "You don't want to call me a liar." Then he softened his tone and gave Lacey an Eskimo kiss. "You and Parker will practice, and it'll be fine."

Lacey gave a shy smile. "We're gonna get paid for it, too."

Bro's grin grew. "Hey, even better!"

Giggling, Lacey covered her mouth with her hand. But then her fingers stole out to ghost over Bro's lips, as if retracing the shape, texture, and warmth. "I love you, Bro. If anyone else told me this, I don't think I'd believe them. So... how was your day?"

Growing serious and moving off to lie at Lacey's side, Bro wasn't sure how to have this conversation. He only knew he didn't want to keep secrets from the boy he loved. "Eddy told me today he had feelings for me."

Lacey's whole body tensed next to him, but she kept her face neutral. Bro could see how this feigned coolness cost her. "Oh?"

"Yeah." Bro laid his head on the pillow next to her, and Lacey turned to face him. "I told him I was with you, that I loved you, and how that wasn't going to change. I told him I could be his friend, but that's all."

Lacey swallowed, and she worried her lower lip. "And? How did he take it?"

Bro frowned. "He said he was okay with it. I told him there were plenty of other guys out there, and he seemed fine then. So, I guess we're still friends."

Lacey managed a small smile. "You're glad about that, aren't you?"

Bro lay on his back and stared at the ceiling, where light and shadow danced. "Yeah, I am. Brad, Dree, and Ricky all have their own things most of the time. Some days I barely see them for more than a minute or two. It sucks. Eddy's there." He turned to look at his girlfriend. "You think that's not reason enough to hang with him? Availability?"

Lacey snuggled up next to him, and her arm came around his waist. "I don't know. So far he's seemed like a good friend to you. I suppose if he has ulterior motives or any other plans in store for you, they'll come out eventually. But I know I'd hate it at Peabody if I didn't have Parker's friends.h.i.+p. And he's sort of available, too, so...."

"You miss Audrey?"

"Yes. Could we do something this next weekend, just the four of us? Like a movie or something? The weekend after that is the party when I'm supposed to perform."

"It's during the weekend?"

"Sat.u.r.day."

"Good thing you're getting paid. I hate to lose even one day with you."

Lacey bussed his cheek and cuddled closer. "I know. Me too."

Bro stared at the ceiling. "You think we're being too codependent or something?"

Lacey snickered. "You mean 'cause we miss each other like crazy when it's just half a day when we don't see each other? Maybe. But I don't want to stop." Then she wiggled. "Unless you think I'm being too clingy."

Bro huffed out a breath, amused at their similarities. "And here I was thinking you you thought thought I I was too clingy and needy." They were on the same wavelength, had been since day one. It was wonderful to have it confirmed yet again. was too clingy and needy." They were on the same wavelength, had been since day one. It was wonderful to have it confirmed yet again.

That got Lacey laughing. "Oh, Bro. We're just two peas in a pod, aren't we?"

Bro hugged Lacey tight and inhaled the scent of her hair. "We sure are, baby." Then, on a whim, he added mysteriously, "Next weekend, I wanna try something different with you, Lace. You know, s.e.xually. You up for that?"

Shuddering, Lacey nuzzled Bro's neck, and he had his answer.

Oh, Bro couldn't wait.

Chapter 23.

WHILE Sat.u.r.day was going to be reserved for movie night with friends, Friday was for Bro and Lacey alone. Sat.u.r.day was going to be reserved for movie night with friends, Friday was for Bro and Lacey alone.

It seemed like they had the loft to themselves as well. Jordan and Sebastian had gone to a spa for the weekend, at Sebastian's insistence-the scene with a grumbling, seething Jordan had been worth the show 'cause according to Jordan, real men didn't do bubble baths, or something to that effect-while Jack and Kevin had gone to a nearby dude ranch for horseback riding, and another kind of riding too.

As a result, come nightfall the house was silent to the point of eeriness.

Once they had checked that all the doors and windows were locked and the security system turned on, Bro led Lacey to the bathroom so they could clean up. It wasn't even seven yet, but the nights were getting darker and chillier. The concrete floor was cold to tread on even with the carpets, so they hurried to the warmth of the bathroom's heated floor.

His blue eyes darkening, Bro watched Lacey with intense hunger as he undressed her, and she s.h.i.+vered right down to her tippy-toes. Biting her lower lip, she lifted her hands above her head and allowed Bro to remove her dress.

She looked down at herself and saw the boy he he was naked, all long legs and slender arms, caramel-colored skin and barely visible muscles. Lacey had always felt a little bit awkward, skinny, and somewhat androgynous. But his erection was proof positive he was indeed male, and he wasn't pet.i.te all over. was naked, all long legs and slender arms, caramel-colored skin and barely visible muscles. Lacey had always felt a little bit awkward, skinny, and somewhat androgynous. But his erection was proof positive he was indeed male, and he wasn't pet.i.te all over.

"Mmm, you look delicious." Bro's appreciative gaze had dropped to Lacey's c.o.c.k, and he stared at it voraciously, licking his lips.

Lacey frowned, worried his lip some more, and glanced down. Yes, erect he was quite impressive. Yet he sometimes thought that pink piece of cut flesh could have looked more, well, manly. Why did it have to be pink? He groused at the view.

But then.... "Stop it, Lace. I know exactly what you're thinking. That pout's such a telltale sign. You have a perfect d.i.c.k, and it's all mine."

With that, Bro sank to his knees on the bathroom floor, took hold of Lacey's hips, and swallowed the c.o.c.khead in one move. Lacey moaned and grabbed hold of Bro's shoulder to keep himself upright. His knees wobbled, as if made of jelly, but he managed not to fall on his face.

Bro took his time. He kissed all over the hard length, wetting the member to the point of dripping with saliva, and then used his hand around the base to squeeze Lacey's pleasure slightly toward pain. G.o.d, it was good, Lacey mused, happy with the sweet torment. Then Bro began to tug Lacey's c.o.c.k in sync with his mouth bobbing up and down, and Lacey flew up high.

"See? Look at you. All pretty purple for me, all that blood gus.h.i.+ng to your d.i.c.k. Yeah, you're delectable, Lace."

Bro wasn't watching Lacey's face as he looked down, hot all over. Instead, Bro was ogling Lacey's d.i.c.k with unabashed desire as he continued to jerk off his boyfriend. Then Bro's tongue came out and stole a few drops of precome gathering at the top, which was now dark red and engorged with blood. Bro's thumb brushed over the sensitive slit and even pressed down a bit to deliver delightful pressure.

Lacey all but tumbled over as he groaned. Pleasure ripped through his body from the tip of his d.i.c.k and expanded throughout until he was sweating with the heat of it. "Oh, yes. That's so good. Please."

But that was when Bro stopped and stood up. Lacey may have mewled disapproval.

Chuckling, Bro steered Lacey into the shower stall and turned on the water, the cool spray taking a moment to warm up. "First things first, yeah?"

Lacey was covered in goose b.u.mps, some from the slowly heating water, some from the teasing b.l.o.w.j.o.b. "I hate you," he spat out, sulking again.

Bro laughed as he covered Lacey's back with his front, keeping him tucked close. "No moping tonight, baby." Then, without waiting for a snarky comeback, Bro moistened and soaped up a loofah, and began to wash Lacey from head to toes.

It was pure heaven.

Lacey let himself be indulged by the gentle touches of his lover. And there was still the surprise Bro had promised, or hinted at, to be precise. Something new s.e.xually. What could it be, he puzzled. But tension fell from his shoulders along with the suds as Bro relaxed him with his tender ministrations.

"My turn," Lacey demanded when Bro was done.

He brushed his hair out of his eyes and made sure Bro was standing right in front of him, all wet and glistening. And the smug grin on his face was just icing on the cake. Lacey liked it when Bro got all confident with his boyfriend. Not quite arrogant, but self-a.s.sured.

With slow circles and leisurely strokes, Lacey washed Bro's body, covering it with gel and suds. He trailed the sponge over hard flanks and defined lines, over bulging muscles, smooth grooves, and silky indents. The best part was when he dropped to his knees and traced the V-shape dipping down to his groin, and with soapy hands palmed the stiff erection almost poking his eye out as it stood straight up, nearly kissing Bro's belly b.u.t.ton.

When Lacey's fingers rubbed over the head of Bro's p.e.n.i.s, Bro let out a guttural groan. Then he whipped his hand out fast and stopped Lacey cold. "No more, baby. I don't want come in the shower. I have plans."

With reluctance, Lacey nodded, stood up, and finished was.h.i.+ng Bro.

Together they rinsed, dried off, and went to bed.

Once there, Lacey lay on his back, simmering with antic.i.p.ation. What was Bro up to? The fact that he couldn't guess only heightened the wonderful hot pressure building in his groin. For a moment, he thought perhaps tonight was the night they'd go all the way. Yet Lacey couldn't be sure, so he simply forced himself to lie still and wait patiently.

While Lacey was busy conjuring calming images, Bro moved about in the room as if in search of something. When he finally stopped at the foot of the bed, Lacey gasped.

Bro was holding a tube of lube and a big white terry towel. As he stood there, looking all masculine and perfect, Lacey could barely hold still. He wanted to lunge at Bro, and yet he was too anxious to do so.

"You okay, Lace?" Bro asked, his tone low and hesitant.

"I'm fine," Lacey vowed, and was able to produce a halfway decent encouraging smile. "So... tonight, then?"

Bro smiled, but then surprisingly shook his head slowly. "Not quite." Then he knelt on the bedspread, close to Lacey's feet. "Lift up." After Lacey obeyed, Bro rested the towel on the bed, smoothing out wrinkles carefully. "Lie down." Once again Lacey did as he was told. There was no reason not to. He trusted Bro. On his back again, with the slightly ticklish and rough towel beneath him, Lacey watched Bro, who placed the lube on the comforter. Then he stopped, kneeling still between Lacey's legs. "Okay. Here's what we're gonna do. I know this is different from other times when we've had s.e.x. You can say no or stop at any time. I will stop, okay?"

Lacey nodded, feeling the damp of his hair against the towel, or it could have been sweat, since he was hot all over, tingling. "What are are we gonna do?" we gonna do?"

Bro took a deep breath and nodded, as if confirming his own intentions. "I'm going to eat your a.s.s. And then I'm going to put a finger inside you. Lubed up, of course. Nothing more. Just that. Like a test, you know. I mean... it's not like we've never touched each other down there. We've just never gone... in. Now I will. With you." Then he was deadly serious. "Unless you don't want me to. Just say the word. It's okay. I won't be mad or anything. I want this to be a good experience for both of us." Then he visibly swallowed, and Lacey saw how nervous his guy really was. That was kind of a relief. "So... what do you think?"

Lacey took a deep breath, too, and s.h.i.+vered all over. His pucker was already twitching at the idea. "I think I want to do that. I want you you to do that to me." Then she had a doubt. "But what about you? Will I...?" to do that to me." Then she had a doubt. "But what about you? Will I...?"

"No." Bro shook his head. "I was gonna make this night all about you." Suddenly he shook his head furiously and rubbed a hand over his face. "G.o.d, that sounded so stupid. I didn't mean to say I would never bend over for you. 'Cause I totally would. It's just... I just wanted to do this for you tonight. Well... I'm not being completely selfless here. A lot of it will be for me too, obviously. After all, I'll get to... to be inside you. For the first time. Your first."

All of a sudden Lacey felt a tightening in his chest, right where his heart was. Sure, there was an emotional lump lodged in his throat as well, but this was different. The kind approach his boyfriend had to this, their first attempt at a.n.a.l s.e.x, was somehow exactly what Lacey needed to calm his nerves.

They were going to do this. "All right." Lacey spread his legs more, revealing all of his nether regions to Bro's view. "Bro? I love you."

Smiling and letting out a breath, Bro nodded. "I love you too." He scooted up closer to Lacey's groin, and his knees b.u.mped Lacey's thighs, pus.h.i.+ng them even farther apart. Then Bro frowned, his hands wavering. "Should we, um, just try it, or do you want to make out first?" Lacey bit down a giggle of happiness threatening to burst out, but Bro quickly added, "'Cause I'm fine either way. I mean it's not like making out with you is ever a ch.o.r.e, you know." He chuckled at the end, and Lacey felt even more at ease.

"Come up here and kiss me," Lacey beckoned, and Bro did as requested. Their body parts lined up, pressed against each other, and then they were kissing, slow and easy, like they had all the time in the world. Both their skins were hot and coated with a sheen of sweat, and their mutual rubbing was slick and effortless.

All too soon, Bro pulled back, but Lacey let him go. "Had you kissed me one more second, this would've been over with a bang," he commented, breathless.

Bro chuckled at that, but he was partly gasping too. "Why do you think I I stopped?" stopped?"

Lacey sighed, lifting his hands above his head, and gazed up at Bro dreamily. "We fit so well together, don't we?"

"Like the birds and the bees," Bro joked, winking.

Lacey rolled his eyes. "Gosh, that had to be silliest-"

Bro kissed him just long enough to silence him, and then he withdrew.

His hands landed on Lacey's thighs, and his corded muscles jumped at the contact. But Bro seemed pensive. "Hmm, should you, maybe, turn around?" Lacey didn't get a chance to comply or refuse when Bro nodded decisively. "Yeah, on your stomach." Without argument, Lacey rolled over on his belly, wiggling to get comfortable on the slightly scratchy towel. Then he heard it. Bro inhaled sharply. "G.o.d, that's f.u.c.king beautiful."

The moment the utterance echoed around the room, Bro's mouth had already latched onto Lacey's backside. Lacey shuddered violently and gasped, blinking hard as he stared into the pillow. It wasn't exactly an out-of-body experience; he was firmly rooted in place under his lover's ministrations.

At first, Bro licked long lines up and down the globes of Lacey's a.s.s, shoving at his thighs to push his legs out of his way. Lacey tucked his knees under his belly a bit and spread himself wide open. Bro murmured appreciatively as he sank his teeth into Lacey's a.s.s cheek. Lacey jerked, and then he moaned, a full, wanton sound that escaped from deep in his very being. The nibbles continued, and so did the licks. Lacey's body trembled, and he wondered if anything had ever felt so good.

Then Bro's tongue swirled around Lacey's hole, flicking right across the puckered skin to send Lacey's channel into a clenching frenzy.

In pa.s.sing he wondered what Bro must have tasted right then. Did Lacey taste good or bad? He had showered, so it should be just skin, right? He honestly had no idea. While he had sampled Bro's a.s.s cheeks several times in the nearly two years they'd been together, that had been different. This was his hole, his body's exit point-and apparently entry too. After all, if G.o.d hadn't designed the a.s.s for this kind of play too, then why did Bro eating his a.s.s feel so d.a.m.n good?

Lacey was about to come apart at the seams. He clutched at the sheets, heat coming out of his every pore, and blood thundered in his ears, deafening him to every other sound.

Suddenly Bro stopped and leaned back on his haunches.

Surprised, confused, and disappointed, Lacey pushed up on his arms and glanced over his shoulder. "Did I do something wrong?"

Bro scrambled out of bed, but halted in midmotion. "What? f.u.c.k, no! I'm just getting a pillow." Lacey barely got a breath of relief out before Bro stuffed a pillow under his hips to lift him up, most likely at a better angle for Bro. Lacey's a.s.sumption was confirmed when Bro made a hard hungry noise, knelt back on the bed, used his hands to part Lacey's b.u.t.tocks, and dove right back in with gusto.

That was when the slurping sounds began, and Lacey's eyes flew open in something akin to shock. He had never heard such sounds, not even when either of them were sucking c.o.c.k. Bro was doing things with his lips, delivering heavy suction, and his teeth nipped, and his tongue laved and licked and probed. And all the time there was that sound sound. It was so incredibly dirty, and sort of erotic, and more than a little obscene, but Lacey was getting harder by the second listening to it. In fact, his c.o.c.k was so hot and straining he ached.

"Bro, please," he mumbled, his words slurred with pleasure. He felt if he were any more relaxed and open for his boyfriend, his DNA would unwind.