Braden thought he would enjoy that. Enjoy the taste of Darnell’s cock, the feel of it in his mouth.
Enjoy giving Darnell pleasure.
And, God help him, it didn’t stop there.
What would it feel like, to be fucked by Darnell? To lube up that huge prick, and open himself up, and take it deep, deep in his virgin ass?
Braden checked the time on his phone. It was late, late enough that Darnell would be in bed. Lacey too, if she had stayed over.
If she hadn’t cum enough yet.
He slipped a bill under his empty coffee cup on top of the counter, and slipped off the stool.
Walked through the chilly night back to the apartment. He climbed the stairs quietly, and even more quietly slipped his key into the lock and opened the door.
The apartment was dark, just a little of the light from the street bleeding through the curtains.
Braden slipped off his shoes, and started to pull off his shirt, as he stepped toward the sofa.
And stopped. There were two figures huddled close on the sofa, which was also his bed. Darnell’s big figure leaned against the armrest, and Lacey’s more petite form was snuggled against him.
And, even as he stood there, Lacey lifted her head, and looked at him.
She nudged Darnell awake. “Braden’s back,” she said. “Finally.”
Darnell stirred, too. And looked at him. Braden saw the flash of a smile in the dimness, and something in his chest loosened just a bit.
“Hey, little man, you okay?” Darnell said. He reached over and clicked on the lamp.
Little man. Darnell hadn’t called him that in years. But Braden had heard it often enough, back when they were kids, and Darnell had rescued him from some predicament or other. Braden was Little Man, and Darnell was the Big Man.
“Yeah,” Braden said. In truth, he didn’t know if he was okay or not. It was hard to be sure of anything right now.
He could see the two of them clearly, in the light from the lamp. Darnell wore only a pair of jeans, slung low on his hips. Zipped, but with the top button undone. Braden noticed the curly wedge of body hair, arrowing down his stomach towards Darnell’s basket. And he noticed Darnell’s basket, too, before hurriedly looking away.
Lacey was wearing soft pink fleece pyjamas. Maybe not intended to be sexy, but on Lacey’s generous curves they were sexy as hell. Just thick enough so that Braden couldn’t be sure if she was wearing panties underneath or not. Though he was willing to bet on no.
“Look,” he continued. “I’m sorry. Sorry for… everything, I guess.”
Lacey opened her mouth to speak, and Darnell shushed her with a wave of his hand. And Lacey, for the first time since Braden had met her, actually shushed.
“Nothing to be sorry for,” Darnell said. His voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the undercurrent of tension in it. “Don’t need to be sorry for licking Lacey’s sweet puss, because you both wanted that. Sure as hell don’t need to be sorry for her sucking you off, cuz I’m guessing you both loved that, too.”
Darnell uncoiled from the sofa, and drew himself to his full height. He was a good head taller than Braden, and it meant Braden was staring at Darnell’s broad chest. Taut, firm, solidly muscled broad chest.
When Darnell spoke again, his voice was even softer. “And you don’t gotta be sorry about running out, before.”
Darnell grinned suddenly. It was a brilliant smile. For Braden, it was like stepping out of the shadows into bright sunlight.
“If it’s too much for your little punk ass to take, then it was smart to run.”
Braden didn’t mind Darnell ranking him out. He was used to it, it was how they interacted. And there was no heat in it. Well, no anger. There may well have been a different kind of heat, the way Darnell seemed to be looking at him.
Braden looked back, forcing himself to look Darnell in the face. And felt heat of his own.
“Lacey got this wild ass idea stuck in her head,” Darnell said. “She thought we were making you horny, with all our fucking. Except she thought maybe, it wasn’t just her getting you worked up.”
Braden opened his mouth. Then closed it again. This was Darnell. The Darnell who had saved his skinny white ass, when the three gang bangers had jumped him, so long ago. Darnell, who had set him straight more times than he could count.
“That’s okay, too, Braden. You can’t help that.”
Darnell took a step closer. Braden sucked in a sharp breath, and picked up Darnell’s scent. A musky, deeply masculine odor.
Braden’s cock, already half hard, gave another lurch in his jeans.
“You can’t deny what you want. What you’re attracted to.”
Darnell took another step closer. So close now, close enough to touch.
Braden held his ground. And slowly, almost as if he couldn’t help himself, lifted his hand, and laid it Darnell’s bare skin, on his warm black almost glowing skin. Right over Darnell’s heart.
Darnell’s heart was racing. Almost as fast as Braden’s was.
“You sure about this, little man?” Darnell asked.
Braden nodded. His eyes flickered downward taking in the full length of Darnell. It was hard to look at Darnell. Braden, confused, his body aching, wanting, and being afraid of the wanting, and wanting it even more.
But it was harder not to look. Darnell, his sleek lean torso on display. Low slung jeans, riding on the edge of his hips. The front of his jeans bulging, barely containing Darnell’s big cock.
The bulge looked even bigger than it had a moment ago. It looked huge.
Braden made himself meet Darnell’s eyes. Darnell deserved that.
“Yeah, big man. I want this. I want you. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.”
Darnell held his eyes. “Yeah. Me too.”
But Darnell didn’t move. He just stood there, in front of the sofa, looking down at Braden.
Braden knew it was his move. They both might want this, but he had to make the first move.
Braden shuffled the one step forward, closed on Darnell. Close enough to sense the body heat radiating off him. Close enough to lift his hands, and trace the broad hard outline of Darnell’s shoulders.
Braden sucked in his breath. His hands were shaking, a faint, barely-there tremor. He ran them across Darnell’s shoulders.
God. His muscles were so thick, so hard.
Braden’s slid his hands down Darnell’s arms, over the bulging smooth biceps, down the hard ebony forearms. And Darnell let him, let him explore, till Braden finally wrapped his arms around Darnell’s waist, and pressed himself close, chest to chest, his lips finding the arm skin of Darnell’ s throat, and kissing him there.
And Braden wanted that, wanted all of it. And wanted so much more, too.
He wanted everything.
Braden leaned in, lifted up on his tiptoes. Just enough, to press his lips against Darnell’s. Just enough, to kiss a man, for the first time. To kiss the big man.
It was a soft kiss, almost chaste. Almost familial.
But there was nothing chaste, about the thuthumping of Braden’s heart.
Nothing chaste at all, about how hard his cock was, trapped within his jeans.
And Darnell let him lead. Let him gently increase the pressure, just a little, tasting, exploring.
Until Darnell finally let out a groan. His arms came around his Braden, and jerked him closer, chest to chest, man to man. And now Darnell took charge of the kiss, too. Forceful, demanding.
Forcing Braden’s lips apart, demanding access to Braden’s mouth.
Braden felt Darnell’s tongue, strong and probing, in his mouth. Met that tongue with his own, fencing, dancing. He felt the blood racing though his veins, felt the blood pumping up his cock, felt himself grow dizzy and lightheaded.