The Magic in Your Touch Ch. 09
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Nate didn"t like the look of worry on Bran"s face. "What is it, babe?"
"My mother can be a bit blunt sometimes. Leda, whatever she said, I know she meant well."
Leda patted his hand. "She didn"t say anything I didn"t need to hear, Brandon. I already knew how I"d failed Nathan. I only hope now he"ll give me a chance to make it up to him."
"Mom, you don"t have to make it up to me. I know it was Dad"s doing."
"Maybe initially, but I should have had backbone enough to stand up to him. I"m just grateful it will all be over soon, all the years of brow-beating and bullying behind me. Seth and I are flying back to Georgia tonight to start the proceedings. I"ll stay at a friend"s house until after the necessary papers are filed. I"ll leave the number where I can be reached." She smiled up at her youngest son. "I threatened to stay with Seth at the dorms, but I"m afraid he thinks I"ll cramp his style."
Seth shook his head. "No way. I just don"t want all those college studs hitting on my mom."
Leda waved him away. "Mike referred me to a good divorce attorney just outside Atlanta. I have an appointment with him in the morning." She took Nate"s hand, and then Brandon"s. "When this is all over, I"m thinking about moving to Reed. Seth"s talking about transferring to an Illinois school and changing his major from business to journalism, anyway."
Nate said, "Journalism? Since when have you been interested in that?"
Seth shrugged. "I"ve always wanted to be a writer. The business degree was just to please Dad. He called me this morning when he got out of jail. He still thinks Phillip has gone over to the dark side and that he and I are really trying to make a go of it. He told me that if I "hitched my faggoty-ass to that two-bit actor" he"d disinherit me and I could forget about a future with Mor-co Incorporated. I took great pleasure in telling him that I planned to be one of those "bleeding-heart, liberal word jockeys" he"s always complaining about."
Nate said, "Won"t this set you back quite a bit as far as graduation goes?"
"Not really. The basic requirements are about the same for the first two years. I figure one more year to get in all the extra English courses and I"ll be ready to join the ranks of those actively seeking gainful employment." He put his hand on his mother"s shoulder. "We"d better get cracking if we"re going to make our plane." He leaned over and gave Nate a bear hug. "I love you, bro. I"ll be back just as soon as I get everything straightened out."
Nate kissed his brother and mother good-bye, praying that the next time he saw them, the dark cloud hovering over all of them would be lifted. He had a sinking feeling that it wasn"t going to happen anytime soon.
* * *
Five days since his release from the hospital, and Nate was going systematically insane. He"d spent most of his time home in bed, and, except for his trip to the police station in Bran"s car, he hadn"t even ventured outside. When Brandon got home from the station, Nate was in the kitchen, waiting for him.
"You"ve got to get me out of here, Bran. I"m going crazy."
Brandon hung up his coat and kissed him gently on the lips. "Where"s Mom? Didn"t she come today?"
"Yes, but I sent her home about an hour ago. I love Gale with all my heart, but a man can only eat so much chicken noodle soup and watch so many soap operas before he climbs a clock tower and starts taking out bystanders."
Brandon just grinned. "Did you have a specific destination in mind?"
Nate nodded, but his throat was too dry for him to speak. He went to the refrigerator and poured two tall glasses of iced tea. He handed one to Brandon and took a long drink of his own. When his mouth was moist enough to function, he said, "Actually, there is someplace I"d like to go." He cleared his throat. "I want you to take me down Old Pepper Road."
"Where did you hear about Pepper Road?"
"Megan came by to keep me company after school today. She told me about it." When he saw Brandon"s eyes darken, he hurried to explain. "She told me that she"d never been, but that a lot of the kids at school ended up there on Friday and Saturday nights. I figured since this is Thursday, and a school night, we should be all alone down there."
Brandon set down his glass. "You do know that Pepper Road is used for one thing, and one thing only, right?"
"Yep. I want you to take me parking, Bran."
* * *
Brandon selected a spot underneath an old oak and cut the Camaro"s powerful engine. "I can"t believe I let you talk me into this."
Nate looked so sexy in the soft moonlight filtered through the car windows. "Have you ever been parking before?"
"Nope. Becky Bradshaw tried to get me to bring her down here on prom night, but I begged off. I guess you can imagine why."
Nate smiled, and Brandon felt a tug in his groin. "I think I can. For the record, I"ve never been either. I thought it might take our mind off of things for a little while."
Brandon took his hand. "Nate, you know I"ll do anything for you, but you"re still healing. Two days ago you nearly collapsed. We can"t—"
Nate put his finger against Brandon"s lips. "The doctor said I couldn"t make love until he gave us the go ahead. He didn"t say anything about making out. I want us to be like other couples, to do normal dating stuff. Neither of us was "out" in high school, so now we can go back and do all the things we missed, together."
"We have a perfectly good bed at home to make out in." But even as he said it, Bran knew he was only offering a token resistance. Already his body was responding to the closeness of his mate. When Nate leaned over and kissed him, Brandon swore he saw sparks.
Nate wrapped his left arm around Brandon"s neck and pulled him closer. He snaked his tongue into Bran"s mouth and kissed him breathless. When he was done, he moved down and started licking and sucking on Brandon"s neck. Brandon hissed when Nate"s hand drifted from his chest to his fly.
"Nate, honey, you have to stop."
Nate"s lips continued their assault on his ear. "Why?"
"Because you"re still not well, and I"m not sure how much control I"ve got left."
"For what I want to do to you," Nate said in between licking and chewing on Brandon"s neck, "the last thing you need is control." He raised his mouth to Brandon"s ear and whispered, "I want to suck you, Brandon. I want to feel you in my mouth. I want to taste you."
Brandon almost came in his jeans when Nate"s fingers went to work on his button-fly. He was working with only one hand because of his cast, but somehow the awkwardness made it that much more arousing. With excruciating slowness, he eased the top button through the slot and started on the next one, his hand brushing Bran"s hardness through the soft cotton of his boxers. By the time he reached the third button, Bran"s underwear was soaked. Nate made quick work of the remaining two and soon had Bran"s clothing pushed down just enough and his erection freed.
"God, you"re so big. I can"t wait until I"m well enough to feel this bad-boy inside me." His touches were light and hesitant at first, but when Bran covered Nate"s hand with his own and showed him how he liked to be touched, he quickly found a rhythm that had Brandon panting for breath.
"Baby, I can"t hold off much longer."
Nate kissed his jaw. "I want you to come, but not like this. I want you to come in my mouth." Before Brandon could respond, Nate lowered his head and took the tip of Brandon"s hard-on into his mouth. He leaned forward and moved the lower half of his body back across the bucket seat until he was lying across Brandon"s lap. He cupped Bran"s sac in his hand and increased the gentle suction, taking more of him into his mouth with each downward movement of his head. When Nate used his tongue to tease the hole at the tip of his shaft, Brandon felt his orgasm tightening his stomach muscles.
"Jesus, Nate, I"m gonna shoot." He thought Nate might back off and finish him with his hand, but he kept up the tender assault. Brandon"s fists knotted against the leather of the seat as the first wave of release hit. Nate was with him every step, holding tight as Brandon"s hips bucked under the intense pleasure. When Bran finally collapsed against the seat, Nate pulled off and rested his head against Brandon"s chest. Bran was sure he was listening to the racing of his heart.
When he spoke, his voice was husky and low. "I love you, Nate."
"I love you, too. I never realized how good it could be to give pleasure to someone else."
Brandon reached for him. "I can make it even better for you."
The blush on Nate"s face and the way he backed away from his touch told Bran he"d missed something. "What"s the matter, sweetheart? I only want to give you the same feeling you"ve just given me."
"That"s just it. While I was. . .while we were. . .this is so embarrassing. It"s just that, when you came, I got so excited, I. . .I did, too."
Brandon took him into his arms. "You came without even touching yourself?"
Nate looked so miserable when he nodded, Bran kissed him, tasting himself on Nate"s lips. "Baby, that"s nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, it makes me hot all over again just thinking about it." He reached under the seat and pulled out the paper towels he kept in the car for spills and clean-ups. He eased Nate back against the seat and unzipped his jeans. With aching tenderness, he cleaned away all evidence of Nate"s release. He had Nate take off his shoes and then yanked at his jeans until Nate wriggled out of them—no small task in the tight confines of the car—and then Brandon pulled Nate"s boxers off and held them while Nate put his jeans back on. When he reached for his underwear, Brandon shook his head. "Nope. These are mine. I"ve heard about straight guys keeping their girlfriends panties as trophies. Well, this is mine. It"s not every day a man gets his guy worked up enough to come without ever being touched." He pretended to think about it for a minute.
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