Pushing Reset (16 page)

Chapter 34

No matter how Brandon mentally played with time and the limitations of Jude’s body, he couldn’t come up with a decent justification to wake Jude. He sighed heavily and folded his arms behind his head and did his best to ignore the hard-on that pulsed steadily against his thigh. His lips pulled tight as he watched Jude sleep. Actually, he was watching Jude’s back. Not that it made a difference. Jude’s back was tempting enough and Brandon would have been more than happy just rubbing his lips and tongue all over it. He clenched his jaw and forced his eyes to the ceiling.

Two minutes later, his eyes slid back to Jude. Brandon groaned as Jude’s legs shifted and the sheet fell below the very firm, round globes of Jude’s ass.
For fuck’s sake,
Brandon complained and rolled onto his side, away from Jude. The sky had lightened enough that Brandon could see into the large closet across the room and his eyes locked onto the neat row of Jude’s trousers. Mrs. Kelly’s comment about being concerned that Jude was sick because he stopped going out came back to him and he frowned.
Does he miss it? What if he’s bored and you’re just not picking up on it?
Brandon’s lips twisted as he thought back and compared the Jude he knew before the Buckley’s pool party and the Jude he’d come to know since.

Brandon stifled a wave of jealousy, anger and nausea as he saw Jude in the corner of the upstairs gallery, drunk and smirking as Dylan sucked his cock like a sleazy rent boy. For some reason, Brandon’s mind remained fixed on Jude. He’d been so different with Dylan than he was with Brandon. The Jude at the party had been controlling, lewd and self-indulgent. While Jude was comfortable expressing himself sexually, he never objectified or took advantage of Brandon. He was never dominant. In fact, he was generous and usually patient to a fault. He certainly never put his needs before Brandon’s.

Brandon remembered how hesitant Jude was in the beginning, how he insisted on going slow and wanted to put off taking Brandon’s anal virginity. Was he hiding the more aggressive and assertive aspects of his personality because he was afraid of offending or hurting Brandon? Was there a whole other sexual side of Jude that was going unfulfilled that Brandon had never seen? He rolled back to Jude and the broad, muscled expanse of Jude’s back did very little to soothe Brandon’s concerns. If anything, he only felt more afraid of not being able to give Jude all that he needed and eventually losing him.

Out of nowhere, Brandon’s mother’s face came to him and a plan formed. He nodded decisively and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He snatched his pants off the ottoman at the foot of the bed and grabbed his phone before slipping out of the bedroom. A quick glance at the clock confirmed that it was just about 6:00 and his mother would most likely be awake. He found her number and anxiously waited through the ringtone.

“Hey, mom. Do you think it would be a problem for you to keep Noah for a night or two?”

Chapter 35

“What’s this about Noah having a sleepover at your parents’?” Jude asked as he strode into the office. Brandon grinned as he jumped to his feet and came around his desk.

“We’re going out tonight and my mom is babysitting Noah,” Brandon announced as he reached for Jude.

“We’re going out?” Jude’s brows pulled together and his head lurched back in confusion. Brandon never went out. He hated anything that involved being out. Oddly enough, his grin only grew wider as he nodded.

“Yup. I made dinner reservations at The Hampstead Inn. You and I are having drinks and posh French food tonight. I even have an outfit picked out that includes shoes without laces and a tie,” Brandon added and Jude’s jaw fell.

“This is…” Jude floundered. He didn’t understand what was happening. “What?” Jude asked and Brandon raised a brow and was starting to look impatient.

“We’re going on a date. Like adults do when they are romantically involved and want to spend time together and do something special,” Brandon explained and Jude’s lips pulled in as he nodded in understanding. Sort of.

“Why?” He asked and Brandon threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Why not?” He offered and Jude’s hand rubbed across his lips as he fumbled for an explanation. It was all really extraordinary. He could barely count the number of times Brandon wore a tie and he couldn’t remember him ever going out for drinks or voluntarily going to a restaurant with a dress code or a sommelier.

“Because you’re you?” Jude said and Brandon shrugged.

“I want to take you on a date. We have the night to ourselves and I want to see what it’s like, going out to dinner with you and hoping I’ll get lucky,” Brandon teased and Jude snorted.

“Like that’s in doubt,” Jude mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at Brandon. “Do we need to drop Noah off?” He asked and Brandon shook his head.

“She should be here at any moment,” Brandon said and Jude almost panicked before Brandon held up a hand. “He’s already packed and ready to go, I’m pretty sure he’s watching for her from his bedroom window. He’s been on the verge of peeing his pants all afternoon since he found out he was going. My mom had a tent set up in the living room for him and they’re going to Build-A-Bear to make him a camping buddy,” he explained and Jude relaxed.

“Fine. What time are we leaving?” He asked and Brandon’s lips pulled into a loose grin as he pulled Jude closer and angled his head so his lips could brush against Jude’s jaw.

“I have a car arranged for 6:00,” Brandon murmured and Jude gasped and leaned back.

“6:00!” He nearly shouted as he pushed Brandon away. “It’s almost 4:00!” Jude said as he rushed from the room. “What the hell am I going to wear?” he asked anxiously as he took the stairs two at a time. Jude heard Brandon laughing as he dashed down the hall and was beginning to reexamine the likelihood of Brandon getting laid.

Just under two hours later, Jude skipped down the stairs in a deconstructed blazer and lightweight wool trousers in a warm brown. He’d paired them with a white shirt with a large green check and a darker green tie, a dark brown belt and matching shoes. He’d spent way too long getting his hair just right and obsessed over the decision not to shave, hoping that the day’s worth of stubble would work with the more casual outfit. Because it was Brandon, Jude assumed that a more formal suit would be too much. His relief at finding Brandon in a navy blazer, a white shirt, a powder blue and pink paisley tie, brown trousers and leather loafers quickly evaporated as Jude’s body tightened and became warm.

“You look really hot,” Jude said softly as he met Brandon at the bottom of the stairs. Brandon grinned as he slid his arms around Jude.

“So do you,” he said and Jude shrugged and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

“This? I just threw it on,” he lied and Brandon snorted.

“I heard you cussing and wishing me to hell,” he said and Jude cringed.

“Next time, give me more warning.” He pressed his lips to Brandon’s and moaned softly as Brandon’s usual, clean, simple scent mixed with a rather intoxicating cologne. “Wow. And you smell incredible.” Jude tilted his head and was about to bury his head in the corner of Brandon’s neck when he leaned back.

“Don’t. We’ll never get out the door if you do that and I think the car is here,” Brandon said as he stepped back and tugged at his sleeves. That only made Jude’s balls feel heavier. Brandon might not enjoy dressing up but he certainly knew how to wear a well cut coat. Jude groaned as he followed and things only got worse as his eyes hovered over Brandon’s ass.

“I don’t know if I want to go out anymore,” Jude grumbled and Brandon shook his head as he pulled the door open and gestured for Jude to go through.

“I don’t think you understand what I had to endure to get ready for this. I let my mother take me shopping bright and early this morning,” Brandon explained and Jude’s brows jumped.

“Really?” He breathed and he nodded at the driver as he held the door open for them.

“Really.” Brandon said as the door shut behind him and he leaned close. “I’m going to be really disappointed if some really dirty sex doesn’t happen tonight,” Brandon murmured before he pecked at Jude’s lips.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Jude said under his breath as he adjusted the front of his trousers to accommodate the hard-on he was sure he’d be stuck with until they got home.

Chapter 36

“I thought we’d have a few drinks while we waited for our table,” Brandon said as he opened the door of the old inn for Jude. He grinned as he stepped through and nodded at the hostess.

“Sounds perfect, the bar here is one of my favorites. It’s always busy but manages to feel cozy and intimate,” Jude said and Brandon ducked his head so he could hear better. He nodded in agreement as they entered the bar.

“We should come here more often, I love French food,” Brandon said before he greeted the bartender. He ordered a bourbon, neat and a sidecar for Jude. He ignored the few people he recognized and the two women at the far end of the bar that were all but jumping up and down to get their attention. “I don’t even mind having to dress up,” he added and Jude choked on his drink.

“What the hell has gotten into you? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore,” Jude teased and Brandon shrugged as he signaled for another round.

“I never liked going out because I didn’t want to socialize with people. But this is romantic and it feels like it’s just you and me,” he explained and Jude’s eyes were dark and heavy as they met Brandon’s.

“You keep that up and you’re definitely getting laid,” Jude whispered and Brandon chuckled as he raised his glass to his lips.

“We both know that’s happening regardless. You’re kind of a slut,” Brandon said and winked as he took a sip. Jude laughed as he turned and leaned back against the bar.

“And you have no idea what you in a tie is doing to me,” Jude said under his breath as he scanned the room. Brandon’s body tightened and heat rolled through him as his eyes clung to Jude’s lips. After a moment, he shook his head to clear the lust haze and ran his hand down his chest.

“You like this?” He asked and Jude raised a brow before his eyes followed Brandon’s hand. They lingered over Brandon’s crotch and heat pooled before his eyes slowly returned to Brandon’s.

“I don’t like anything you wear,” he said as he leaned close and Brandon’s head pulled back in confusion. Jude grinned as he angled his head forward to whisper in Brandon’s ear. “I prefer you naked but the way you’re dressed right now makes me want to do some very rough and unromantic things to you,” Jude murmured before he leaned back against the bar.

Brandon could only nod as all the blood rushed from his head to his cock. His plan to get Jude to relax and open up about his real desires was definitely going well, Brandon decided. He also decided that toning down the sexual tension was probably a good idea if they wanted to make it through dinner, so he switched to a less provocative topic. He was laughing at a comment Jude made about Ms. Sullivan and reaching for his third bourbon as he slid his hand around Jude’s neck and pulled him close. His lips brushed and slid against Jude’s before he tilted his head and let his tongue slip between Jude’s lips. He hummed happily and was about to suck on Jude’s tongue when Jude’s hand wrapped around Brandon’s arm and squeezed hard. Brandon opened his eyes and found Jude’s wide with shock. Brandon blinked rapidly as he pulled back.

“What are you doing?” Jude whispered urgently and Brandon shook his head softly.

“I have no idea,” he admitted. “I guess I just had to kiss you,” Brandon said and Jude’s eyes swept around the room and his hand tightened around Brandon’s arm again and he hissed.

“Jesus Christ, Brandon,” Jude said through clenched teeth. “Your father’s partner just walked in and from the look on his face, he saw us.” He tried to step away but Brandon’s hand slid around his waist.

“I don’t care,” he said clearly and Jude raised a brow as his eyes searched Brandon’s. “I got caught up in the moment and it felt right. I want to enjoy our night out and I can’t do that if I’m worrying about what other people think. I told you, it’s just you and me,” he repeated and Jude exhaled loudly and nodded.

“Ok.” He swallowed hard before he looked around. “So we’re going to be a for real couple, out in the open,” he murmured and Brandon’s eyes narrowed as he watched Jude.

“Are you comfortable with that? I suppose I should have checked with you first but… I couldn’t help myself,” Brandon said as he offered Jude a sheepish smile. Jude’s lips pulled tight as he considered. A moment later he nodded and leaned close.

“I’ve never been one to flaunt my sexuality but I can’t think of any reason why everyone shouldn’t know that we’re in love and that I get to do really dirty things with you. I just wish I had known we were making a statement, I would have worn a suit,” Jude murmured as his head tilted and his lips brushed against Brandon’s.

The second kiss was definitely a nervous rush for Brandon. He hadn’t been aware of anyone or anything before but it felt like all eyes were on them the second time. There was the soft clearing of a throat and Brandon felt his face heating as he pulled back from Jude and his eyes found the hostess’. She bit her lip and tried to look nonchalant.

“Your table is ready, if you’d like to follow me,” she said softly and Brandon nodded as he gestured for Jude to go ahead of him.

Brandon let his eyes travel around the room and wasn’t surprised that his father’s partner avoided making eye contact. His wife was as drunk as Brandon expected and winked lewdly at him. When Brandon reached the two women at the end of the bar, one scowled at Brandon as she handed the other a $20 bill. He saluted the other woman as he left the bar and chuckled to himself as he followed Jude to their table.

Chapter 37

Hiring a driver for the night was a brilliant idea,
Brandon decided as he reclined and wrapped his hand around Jude’s thigh. He heard a faint rumble and Jude’s arm tightened around Brandon’s shoulders.

“So, Noah’s going to be at your parents’ all weekend?” Jude asked as his head tilted and he looked out the window. Brandon knew he was estimating how much longer the drive would be. Jude’s cock was hard and hot beneath the wool of his trousers as Brandon’s hand curved around it and he hummed happily.

“It’s just you and me until Sunday night. My dad’s out of town and mom’s spoiling the shit out of Noah. And I gave Mrs. Kelly the weekend off. We can do whatever we want as loud as we want, wherever we want,” he purred as he squeezed and Jude groaned as his hips twitched.

“I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t save that until we get home,” he warned and Brandon stroked Jude firmly through his pants. They’d both had a few too many drinks and Brandon was feeling a little reckless. He was ready to be bold and push Jude.

“I want you to lose your mind,” Brandon whispered as he turned and found Jude’s eyes. They flashed before Jude’s lips tilted into a soft grin as he studied Brandon.

“You always make me lose my mind,” Jude said softly as he looked back out the window. The car turned into the drive and Brandon’s hand slid deep between Jude’s thighs and closed around his sack. Jude hissed and his head swung back to Brandon. His eyes were wide and his jaw was slack as Brandon reached for him. His hand cupped the back of Jude’s head as he pulled him close.

“I want you to show me,” Brandon said and Jude’s brows pulled together.

“Show you what?” His breath was hot steam as it washed over Brandon’s tongue. The car stopped and Brandon’s tongue flicked Jude’s lips.

“You’re holding back and I want all of it, tonight.” Brandon said firmly and the door swung open.

Jude was still for a moment, his eyes locked on Brandon’s lips. The driver cleared his throat and Jude slowly looked over his shoulder and his eyes were unseeing as he stared out the door. A moment later, his body slid across the seat and he stepped out of the car. He moved as if in a trance toward the front door and Brandon bit his lip to keep from laughing as he tipped the driver and followed. Clearly, Jude was flustered. Brandon hadn’t thought he was capable of that sort of thing, especially with someone like Jude. When he passed Jude and stepped through the door, Brandon could feel the taut heat of Jude’s body.

“Why do you think I’ve been holding back?” Jude asked as he locked the door and leaned against it. Brandon’s gaze connected with Jude’s as he slid out of his coat and tossed it at the bench. Jude’s eyes narrowed as he loosened his tie.

“You’re always so…calm and generous in bed. You’re always patient and mostly gentle,” Brandon explained and Jude’s eyes flicked to the ceiling as he considered.

“And you don’t like that?” He asked as he searched Brandon’s face and he shook his head quickly.

“I love it but…” Brandon searched for the right words as Jude tugged his tie free.

“Are you getting bored?” Jude asked and Brandon shook his head again.

“No. If anything, I worry that you’re bored.” He admitted and Jude’s jaw fell.

“Why would you think that?” Jude asked as he unbuttoned his collar. Brandon’s body tightened and urged him to close the distance and touch Jude’s but he remained in the middle of the foyer.

“You were different at the Buckley’s, that night. You’ve never been like that with me,” Brandon said and Jude’s head tilted.

“And you think I want to be like that? You think I’m hiding that from you?” His eyes poured into Brandon’s and he nodded slowly.

“I can take it, I’m not afraid and I won’t be offended,” Brandon promised and Jude’s lips pulled tight as he read Brandon.

“Do you want that? Do you want me to be more dominant and selfish?” He asked and Brandon attempted a nonchalant shrug as he pulled off his coat despite the twisting of his nerves and the clenching of his stomach. His cock throbbed as he remembered Jude, arching and thrusting in the corner as his fingers twisted in Dylan’s hair. Except it was Brandon on his knees, moaning in bliss as Jude fucked his throat.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Brandon admitted and heat washed over his body as Jude’s eyes became heavy and his tongue slid across his lips. Brandon cleared his throat and grasped at the last traces of his daring before it fled him. “I want to be able to satisfy you. All of you,” he whispered hoarsely then jumped when Jude pushed from the door and rushed at him.

Jude’s hands locked around Brandon’s face and his lips were brutal as they crashed into Brandon’s. His tongue swept in and thrust forcefully against Brandon’s as one of Jude’s hands wrapped around Brandon’s head and fisted in his hair. The other hand dropped and Brandon could feel it working between them, unbuckling Jude’s belt before it quickly flicked at the button and zipper of Jude’s trousers. Desire streaked through Brandon and warmth flooded his groin. Jude’s hands tightened around Brandon’s throat before they squeezed then slid and closed hard around his shoulders and Brandon’s knees buckled as he dropped to the floor. He would have looked up but Jude’s hands locked around Brandon’s head like a vise and he gasped when Jude’s cock pressed against his lips. As soon as Brandon opened, Jude thrust and Brandon’s mouth was filled with Jude’s thick, solid length. Brandon’s lips burned as they stretched and his eyes flared as the head of Jude’s cock hit the back of his throat. He gagged as Jude drew back and Brandon had a second to catch his breath before Jude’s hips slammed forward. Brandon held his breath and relaxed his throat and was prepared when the head of Jude’s cock ground against the back of his throat. Jude hissed as his fingers twisted and Brandon’s scalp stung.

“You want me like this?” Jude’s voice was harsh and deep as his hips thrust and Brandon grunted in agreement as he struggled to take as much of Jude’s length as he could.

Jude cursed under his breath. He tilted Brandon’s head and angled his next thrust so that he pressed deeper into Brandon’s throat. Tears poured from Brandon’s eyes as Jude’s cock pushed into his esophagus. He breathed deep through his nose as Jude retreated and shut his eyes when Jude slammed forward again. Brandon couldn’t stop his hands from dropping to the fly of his pants, he was so hard and his balls ached. His fingers fumbled as Jude drove deep into his throat and his hands shook as he pushed his pants and boxer briefs past his hips. Brandon’s hand wrapped tight around his erection and stroked and Jude’s loud gasp filled the air.

“Fuck!” Jude growled as he slipped from Brandon’s lips and stepped back. Jude grabbed a handful of Brandon’s hair and pulled, snapping Brandon’s head back. His expression was fierce as his eyes swept over Brandon’s face. “Christ, look at you,” he swore before he swung around Brandon.

Cool silk pressed between Brandon’s lips without warning and his head jerked back against Jude’s groin. Brandon could see Jude’s hands tightening around the ends of his tie before it wrapped tight around Brandon’s face. Brandon’s eyes rolled as pressure gripped his sack and swelled into the base of his shaft. Jude’s hands locked around Brandon’s upper arms and he grunted as he fell forward and his chest and cheek hit the cold marble floor. He felt Jude squat and a knee pressed into Brandon’s back.

“Do you want more?” Jude’s voice was hot thunder in Brandon’s ear and he suppressed a shiver and nodded. “You’re sure?” He asked and Brandon nodded again as a pleading moan poured from him. Jude chuckled hoarsely. “I don’t have any lube. It’s going to be really rough and really hard,” he warned and Brandon moaned again and his hips came off the floor, presenting his ass and Jude cursed.

Hands locked around Brandon’s wrists and they were pushed and extended over his head and he gasped when he felt them drawn together by smooth leather as Jude’s belt pulled tight. Brandon couldn’t help but moan again as his pants and briefs were pushed as low as they would go and his thighs were forced apart. He heard Jude spit and searing wet slid between the cheeks of his ass before it was chased by the blunt head of Jude’s cock. Brandon’s nostrils flared as he pulled in a deep breath and he pushed back against the pressure and burn that slammed into his passage as Jude drove into Brandon with one swift stroke. It was all heat and hard friction as Jude pulled back and Brandon yelled around the gag as pain rippled through him. Jude’s hands pressed against Brandon’s shoulders as he thrust hard and ground against Brandon’s ass. Pleasure rolled through Brandon as Jude rode his prostate and a hoarse sob erupted from Brandon. His hips bucked as he tried to meet Jude’s thrusts and Jude growled as he pinned Brandon and rolled harder. Lighting rushed down Brandon’s legs and his nerves flared as he drooled around the silk gag. Jude’s body lowered and covered Brandon’s, crushing him against the floor as Jude pounded into him. Brandon’s shoulders and hips protested but he couldn’t care less as Jude rode him relentlessly, filling his clenching heat with brutal, deep strokes. Brandon’s fingers clawed and his legs kicked involuntarily as pressure surged up his length and his nerves exploded. Come burst from the head of Brandon’s cock and Jude groaned as the muscles gripping his erection squeezed tight, brutally milking his shaft.

“Brandon!” Jude’s fingers dug into his shoulders as he buried his cock deep in Brandon’s ass. Jude froze and pulled in a shuddering breath before liquid heat flooded Brandon’s passage. Jude convulsed and clawed at Brandon, panting his name breathlessly before his body went limp. Jude groaned as he withdrew and dropped onto the floor next to Brandon. Jude covered his face with his hands and his chest heaved as he waited for his breathing to recover. Once he could, Jude sat and pulled his knees to his chest.

“I don’t know what you think you saw at the Buckley’s but that wasn’t the real me, or whatever you want to call it. I haven’t been holding back with you. If anything, I was holding back that night with Dylan. I was always holding back before. When I make love to you, that’s me. That’s what I want. That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Jude said and his eyes were placid as they held Brandon’s. “Does that make sense?” He asked and Brandon tried to nod but the muscles in his shoulder and neck cramped and he moaned around the tie and gave Jude a pointed look. Jude grinned wickedly as he leaned back and reclined on an elbow. “You know, I could be really cruel and leave you like this until morning.” He laughed when Brandon glared hostilely. It was all fun in the moment but his body was approaching actual agony. Jude sighed in mock regret as he reached for the belt and loosened it. Brandon gasped in relief as soon as the tie fell out of his mouth and he rubbed his wrists as he rolled onto his side.

“As long as you aren’t hiding something because you’re afraid I won’t be ok with it,” Brandon said and Jude shook his head.

“I’m not withholding anything,” he promised as he leaned back and fixed his pants. “Unless that really worked for you, I’m happy with the way things are between us,” Jude announced as he got to his feet and offered Brandon his hand. Brandon cringed as he gestured down his body.

“It definitely worked,” he mumbled as he stared at his shirt as it clung to the sticky, wet mess on his stomach. Jude pulled Brandon to his feet and chuckled.

“I guess so,” he said as he waited for Brandon to pull up his trousers and button them. Brandon smiled as he stumbled toward the stairs.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that now and then,” he sighed contentedly as Jude wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him up.

“I guess I could get into that, from time to time.” Jude turned them toward the bedroom and Brandon’s lips pulled into a soft grin.

“You were so hot. I’ve never seen you that aggressive, it was so sexy.” Brandon leaned toward Jude as he swung the bedroom door open and Jude offered his lips. The kiss was soothing and lazy before Brandon turned and drifted toward the bed, shedding clothes along the way. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so…light,” Brandon mumbled as he fell face first on the bed. “I always wondered what the attraction was with S&M. I think I get it,” he slurred and Jude laughed softly as he undressed.

“Do you?” He asked and Brandon buried his face in his pillow and nodded.

“Yeah. I kind of stopped thinking and just felt…everything. You know, how some things are easier when someone else is deciding for you and just go with it?” Brandon yawned and Jude’s body curled around his.

“I think so,” he murmured as his lips rubbed against the back of Brandon’s neck.

“It was like that but with really raw, hard fucking,” Brandon explained and Jude chuckled. “I kind of liked it,” he admitted and he heard Jude groan.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow when we’re sober and you see how you feel after that raw, hard fucking,” he suggested and Brandon sighed in agreement as his consciousness slipped away.