FIVE
1091 Words
“Hey, we have to leave,” Wilson's voice woke Brandon from a deep slumber. He couldn't get himself to sleep as he kept staring at the source of his happiness.
Wilson, after the attack, realized that if anything was to happen to Brandon, he would never forgive himself.
Brandon had a quiet life, a normal one before he got entangled with him. Now, everyone wanted him out of the picture. He would never let that happen. Even if it meant awakening his demons, he was up for that.
Another slow kiss on the mouth and tonguing his ear, “baby, we have to go,” he patiently repeated, his voice sending striking heat to Brandon's groin.
Slowly fluttering his eyes, he dropped his arms around Wilson, who was on top of him. “I don't want to leave yet. I need another round with you,” he confessed, pouting his lips as a baby would to an adult, in a bid to get what they want.
“That's cute. I can see someone is horny. Is it the alcohol?”
“Maybe,” Brandon responded, flushing.
“Don't worry. I'm here to stay. As much s*x as you desire, I will fulfill it for you. I will f**k you so hard and deep until you can remember is the pleasure I give you,” he whispered into his ears, deepening his voice more than usual. Suddenly, he stood. “For now, we have to leave.”
“Where are we even going?” Brandon protested as he rose and grabbed what was left of his clothes, staggering in the process.
He was still tipsy, but clear-headed enough to know that he wasn't dreaming. His reality was in his face.
“Car keys,” Wilson simply requested, ignoring Brandon's question.
He helped Brandon dress, as he had already worn his clothes.
He held Brandon's shoes as he slipped his feet into them. Out of nowhere, Wilson crouched and kissed Brandon's thighs through his clothes, softly biting them.
“What was that for?”
“Because I missed you.”
“Me too.”
Wilson led Brandon out of the motel after inspecting the area. He made sure that it was safe, and that they weren't being followed. His paranoid attitude made Brandon frown.
“Who do you think will be after us? The attack was a one-time thing. No one would be foolish enough to come for me. And, no one knows that you are alive.”
Holding Brandon's hand as they took steady strides to the car, “there are things you don't know. Some, I'll let you in on. Others, I won't bother you with. Just trust what I'm doing, baby.”
“Okay,” Brandon accepted. He didn't argue but gripped the hand of his man tightly.
He knew that Wilson had his best interest at heart.
He knew that Wilson always had great reasons for his actions. He trusted this man with his body and soul.
The air outside was chilly, and the silence was deafening, yet, the companion of lovers didn't make it noticeable. Brandon decided to pull Wilson's legs.
“How did you get here then if we're headed to my car?” he asked as they got to his vehicle.
“I took a taxi,” he said, his gaze focused on the car.
Brandon studied Wilson's face to get a read and saw that his facial expression was serious but blank.
That was unlike Wilson. To take a taxi? When he hated the least thing as the breathing of the next human.
Wilson broke into laughter before unlocking the car.
He chuckled sweetly as he opened the passenger's seat for Brandon. “Of course not, baby. I came in my car with escorts. I sent them back because I don't want to draw any attention to us.”
“That makes sense,” he mumbled, looking down in embarrassment out of believing Wilson's joke. “How did you find me then?” He tried to strap on his seat belt, but Wilson was faster.
“I have been following you since I got out of a coma. I watched you from afar round the clock. Your schedule down to your brushing time, I know. I never left you, but I couldn't also contact you until now.”
Brandon was speechless as Wilson finished strapping him up.
Wilson closed the door and turned around to get into the passenger's seat. As he tried to hit the car's ignition, Brandon pounced on him, surprising him.
Brandon leaned in and kissed him hard and firmly, using one hand to quickly unzip his pants.
“Baby, I told--” before he could finish, Brandon's mouth was wrapped around his p***s, making him shudder.
He swallowed hard and began to thrust his huge member into the warm and waiting mouth of Brandon.
He took all of Wilson, sucking, licking and twirling his lips around Wilson's c**k.
Wilson picked up the pace and Brandon placed a hand on his chest to support himself.
Two more thrusts and Wilson released in Brandon's mouth.
Making sure that all of Wilson's c*m was in his mouth, he brought his head up, winked at his man and swallowed.
“Did you just do that?” Wilson questioned, out of breath. He could barely make a proper sentence as his eyes fluttered more than usual.
“What?” Brandon acted innocent. “I was thirsty,” he said with a wink.
“Who is going to drive because you've drained me.”
“Not me. I'm still hungover. Remember?” Brandon whispered, slouching his head against his seat as he licked his lips,
Wilson took a few minutes to rest before cranking Brandon's car to life. He zipped his pants before driving. Brandon was halfway asleep, which Wilson couldn't believe.
He just seduced and gave him an insanely hot orgasm, yet, act like he wasn't present in the last twenty minutes.
Carefully driving, Wilson came to a stop about fifteen minutes later.
He unstrapped his seat belt, then that of Brandon's before waking him up.
“We're here.”
Brandon opened his eyes. “My house? What are we doing in my house, baby?”
“Again, I'll explain everything later. But, for now, we need to freshen up and eat something. I'm starving.”
Following his words, Brandon got down and unlocked his door before they both quietly go in, careful not to make noises as it was still early in the morning.
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