EMS Heat 10 - In His Hero's Shadow (4 page)

“Sorry,” Brody whispered as he nervously dug at his thumbnail. “I didn’t mean to be a jerk just now.”

That surprised Chauncey more than anything else that’d gone down in the past hour. In all the time they’d known each other, Brody never once apologized for anything. The fact that he’d just done so, melted away all of Chauncey’s anger.

He leaned over and brushed a kiss across Brody’s cheek. “It’s okay. Why don’t we get inside?”

A tiny smile came over Brody’s lips. Chauncey turned off the car and they got out, then he led the way up the front walk. Brody shoved his hands in the front pocket of his jeans as he swept his gaze over the surrounding homes.

“I think I’ve had a couple of calls in this neighborhood.”

That didn’t surprise Chauncey. While the crime rate was pretty low in this section of Pontiac, there were a lot of retired autoworkers. Many of whom now were getting up in age and had various medical conditions. Not a week went by when an ambulance didn’t come rolling down these streets.

He opened his front door and ushered Brody in. The inside was no more impressive than the out. Although it was far from a dump, the décor was simple and there wasn’t much room.

“I know it’s kind of cramped in here, but I figured I didn’t need much since it’s just me,” Chauncey felt compelled to explain.

“This isn’t cramped. You should have seen the apartment my family had when we lived in New

York City.”
“I didn’t know you came from there.”

“Yeah, my mom and I moved back here ten years ago.”

 

Chauncey tossed his keys on the coffee table. “So can I get you anything to drink?”

“No, I only want one thing,” Brody declared as he reached out and grabbed the front of Chauncey’s shirt.

He tugged Chauncey closer and then stood on tiptoe so he could press their lips together.

As Chauncey wrapped his arms around Brody’s waist, he couldn’t help but notice how nicely they fit together.

In fact, the more he thought about it, they’d make a perfect couple, were it not for the fact that they usually couldn’t stand to be in the same room with each other. But then again, they seemed to be getting along perfectly at the moment. Maybe the trick was to keep Brody’s mouth too occupied for him to fire off smartass comments. Lucky for them, Chauncey could think of so many ways to keep those fine lips occupied. He had a feeling this was going to be a night that neither one of them would forget any time soon.
Chapter Four

As they continued to kiss, Brody’s mind spun. Holy shit, I’m actually doing this. Chauncey is really holding me in his arms.While many of Brody’s dreams featured a scene such as this, he never allowed himself to believe that it would actually happen in real life.

Yet, here he was, in Chauncey’s living room, the man’s hard body pressed against him. Arousal buzzed through Brody as he noted how muscular and strong Chauncey felt, as if nothing could ever take him down. It made Brody feel a bit overwhelmed since he was on the small side, but it also made him feel safe, if only for that moment.

“If you only knew how long I lusted over this ass,” Chauncey growled as he reached down and gave Brody a firm squeeze.

 

Brody yelped. “I didn’t even know you looked at me.”

“I’ll admit most times I was sizing you up for a muzzle, but from time-to-time, I did notice your finer assets.” A wicked grin came over Chauncey’s face. “Speaking of which, I think maybe we need to invest in a nice ball-gag for you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

As a way of an answer, Chauncey spun Brody around and bent him over the back of the couch. Draping his body over Brody’s back, Chauncey whispered, “Something tells me that you’d let me do pretty much anything I want to you.”

Oh, that was so true. Just the thought of being at Chauncey’s mercy made Brody want to whimper with desire. He’d die before he admitted that aloud though. He shot a dirty look over his shoulder. “I’m not another one of your groupies who live only to please you.”

All too often, Brody had sat back and watched as both men and women fawned over Chauncey. Not only was he hot as hell, but it was a wellknown fact that his family was flush with money. While Brody would never admit it to anyone, it’d hurt to watch all those people pawing Chauncey.

Chauncey gave a dark laugh as he reached around and began to fumble around in Brody’s pants pockets. “No, you’re nothing like them.”

Brody frowned, not sure if he’d just been insulted or not. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for some lube and condoms.” “Don’t you have anything here?”
“Yeah, but it’s in my room.”
“Well, there’s nothing in my pockets either.” Chauncey paused. “Really?”

Miffed, Brody tried to stand up, only to have Chauncey push him into place again. “I didn’t expect to hook up with anybody tonight. It’s been a really long dry spell for me.”

God, while Chauncey could be hot as hell, sometimes he could be really aggravating. Then again, why should that ever change?

That still didn’t mean they were anywhere in the same league though. While Chauncey was grade A material, Brody was C+ at best. Brody should just get up and walk away before his heart became any further involved. Unfortunately—or was it fortunately—Chauncey began to rain soft kisses down Brody’s neck and Brody forgot all about being angry. He even tilted his head to the side to give Chauncey better access.

“Your bedroom,” Brody said, his body humming with desire.

 

“Hmmm…” Chauncey moaned.

Sweet mother, Chauncey’s lips had to have been a special gift from the gods. They managed to be hard and soft at the same time as they ghosted a hot path down Brody’s flesh.

“Where is your damn bedroom?” Brody all but growled.

Instead of directly answering him, Chauncey spun Brody around again. Brody was seriously beginning to feel like a toy top or a ballerina. He started to bitch, but yelped instead when Chauncey picked him up into a fireman’s carry.

Brody’s head spun again, only this time it was from being upside down. He pushed himself up as best he could as Chauncey raced down the hall.

“I can walk on my own,” Brody protested.

“Not really. I’ve noticed how easily you get distracted. I wouldn’t want you to get lost on your way.”

Brody laughed. “I think even I could manage to find my way in a house this size.”
“I’m not taking any chances.”

Once they reached the master bedroom, Chauncey finally set Brody down.

It took Brody a few seconds to regain his balance. In that small amount of time, Chauncey grabbed the lube and condoms. Brody cocked a brow as Chauncey tossed them on the bed. “Wow, I think that’s a speed record.”

Chauncey pulled off his shirt, revealing a body so perfect it looked as if it came from the pages of a fashion magazine. Brody licked his lips as he thought about all the things he wanted to do to that fine physique—biting and licking being the two items at the top of the list.

As Chauncey reached down to undo his pants, he gave Brody a pointed look. “This is where you get naked, too.”

Brody reached for the hem of his shirt, but then hesitated. “Are you sure you don’t want to turn the lights off or something?”

“Since when have you been shy?”

A heat came over Brody’s face. Usually, he was the last one to play timid. Hell, if the situation had been any different, he would strut around and show off some of his best stripper moves. However, thiswas different because it was Chauncey. The man who Brody wanted so badly that he’d sworn off all others. If Chauncey found him lacking, Brody didn’t know if he could ever recover.

“I just know the type of guys you normally sleep with.”

 

Chauncey rolled his eyes. “You’re not going to go on about how I only like rich men, are you?” “No, but I’ve seen who you usually go for and it’s not skinny shrimps like me.”

“What makes you think that I don’t find you attractive? Haven’t I spent the last hour basically mauling you?”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t naked then.”

Chauncey’s face softened with understanding as he slowly walked forward. Brushing Brody’s fingers away, Chauncey took Brody’s shirt off and tossed it to the side.

As the cool air brushed against his exposed flesh, Brody had to resist the urge to cover himself up.

“You’re so beautiful,” Chauncey declared as he ran fingers down Brody’s sternum.

Brody shivered at the contact, his cock growing hard, despite his stress. “You’re just saying that because you want to get into my pants.”

“You just always have to argue with me, don’t you?” Chauncey chided softly.

“Why change my habits now?”
“Brat.”
“Bastard.”

Brody tilted his head up, silently begging for a kiss. Chauncey gave it to him, his tongue sliding out to trace a lazy path around Brody’s lips. With a whimper, Brody opened his mouth so he could slide his own tongue out to join in the fun.

Kissing Chauncey was everything Brody had dreamed of and so much more. The man tasted wild, yet there was a bit of spice, too. Brody got so caught up in the moment he didn’t realize his pants were being lowered until he felt the soft caress of fingers circling his cock.

“See, at least I’m not little everywhere,” Brody felt compelled to point out.

Chauncey laughed. “No, you’re not.”
“Fuck me, please.”
“Please? I didn’t think I’d ever see the day that

you used that word.” Chauncey gave him one more kiss. “Fine, finish getting undressed. I want to see every inch of you.”

Brody toed off his shoes, then kicked them and his pants to the side. He crawled on the bed so he could watch as Chauncey peeled off his jeans. A groan of desire ripped from Brody’s throat. He’d seen some good strip shows in his life, but not one could compare to the show Chauncey was giving.

The best thing about it was that Chauncey wasn’t even trying to be sexy. He was just being himself and in Brody’s opinion, that was perfect, though he’d never be brave enough to admit that aloud.

Once Chauncey was nude, Brody took the time to look his fill. Crap, even the guy’s cock was flawless. Long, but not too thick, it curled up toward Chauncey’s stomach.

Brody held out his arms. “Are we going to do this or not?”

Chauncey stroked his own dick, the movement making Brody’s mouth water in anticipation. “Are you always this romantic in bed?”

Brody continued to track the movement of Chauncey’s hand. His own cock throbbed for attention, but Brody refused to touch it. He was already so close to the edge, he knew it wouldn’t take much to push him over. After waiting this long to have Chauncey, Brody was going to be damned if he’d blow it now. Pun intended.

“Only when I see what I want,” Brody said, his voice thick with need.

 

“If you want it, then come and get it.”

Well, who could refuse an offer like that? Brody got onto all fours and crawled over to the edge of the bed. Sticking his tongue out, he gave the head of Chauncey’s dick an experimental lick.

The tangy, salty taste of pre-cum exploded over Brody’s taste buds, making him instantly want more. He let out a happy hum as he ran his tongue over his lips. “You taste so good.”

He gave Chauncey another lick, at the same time reaching between the man’s legs so he could fondle his balls. Chauncey ran his fingers through Brody’s hair, causing Brody to shiver in pleasure. Even though it was just a simple touch, it felt so damn good, Brody let out an unmanly whimper.

“Damn, you look so hot on your knees like that,” Chauncey crooned.

Since there wasn’t any rancor in his tone, Brody knew Chauncey hadn’t meant the comment to be snarky or condescending. He really liked what he saw, which made Brody want to please him all the more.

Brody twirled his tongue over the crown, gathering up some more pre-cum before sucking all of Chauncey’s length in. The one serious boyfriend Brody ever had used to say that Brody’s only decent talent was sucking cock. Brody decided that he’d show off all that skill and then some. That way, come morning, when Chauncey went back to hating him, at least the whole incident wouldn’t bring back bad memories for the man.

“Damn, babe. You’re good at this,” Chauncey praised as he used his free hand to rub Brody’s back.

Happiness pooled in Brody’s gut. Encouraged, he redoubled his efforts, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked harder. He continued to massage Chauncey’s balls, marveling as his action brought out a long groan of pleasure from Chauncey.

Finally, just as he could sense Chauncey was on the edge, Brody pulled back Chauncey’s cock, making a loud popping noise as it slipped free. Chauncey let out a growl of frustration as he shot a questioning look at Brody.

“I want you to fuck me now,” Brody explained, slightly breathlessly.

 

“Turn around but still stay on your hands and knees. You look so perfect that way.”

Brody obeyed, his ass nearly hanging over the edge of the bed like some kind of wanton offering. He tensed as he heard the cap of the lube being opened a second before a slicked finger was pressed to his hole.

“I should take this opportunity to give you the spanking you’ve been begging for,” Chauncey threatened as he slowly began to sink the finger in.

Pleasure shot through Brody. He gasped, his back arching slightly. “You wouldn’t dare.”

That comment earned him a slap on his right cheek. While it didn’t sting, it did shock him. Brody yelped as his hands curled into the sheets. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

That garnered him another slap, this time to the left. It stung, but as strange as it seemed, it also felt good. So much so, that Brody tilted his ass up for more. Chauncey let out a dark laugh before he delivered two more blows, each one landing on an alternating cheek. “Looks like my brat knows what he deserves.”

My brat. How was it that an annoying nickname could all of the sudden sound so nice when it had a simplem yattached to it? Brody let out a choked sob because of the emotions whirling around inside him. The sob turned into a gasp when Chauncey thrust a second finger inside him.

“Fuck, you should see how pretty and red your ass looks right now.” Chauncey ran a palm down the warm, stinging flesh.

“Please, Chauncey. I need it now,” Brody panted as he dropped to his elbows.

 

“You need what?”

Brody let out a snarl. Was the dork really going to be like this while they were in the middle of fucking? Brody turned his head to snap back a comment, but instead let out a wail of pleasure as Chauncey plunged in a third finger, this time twisting his wrist so he brushed against Brody’s sweet spot.