Chapter 11
Brandon reached for the lube and squirted some over his fingers and the palm of his hand. Tim lay beneath him on his back, and Brandon angled himself so that he could slip his slick fingers into his hole to prepare himself for Tim’s c**k.
They’d arrived at Brandon’s house less than fifteen minutes ago, and they were already naked in bed and about to f**k. That was what it was, Brandon reminded himself. Just f*****g.
“God, you’re sexy like that,” Tim said, his voice hoarse with need. “I can’t wait for my c**k to be inside you.”
“Just a little longer,” he promised. Withdrawing his fingers, Brandon tossed aside the lube. He leaned down to place a quick kiss on Tim’s lips. Tim had already sheathed his d**k in a rubber. He lowered himself to just above Tim’s erection and stopped.
