Excerpt

His Brother's Keeper

by Ali Katz

Rated R

Jess, looking sweet as candy with his hair all tousled and his snug jeans hugging his hips just so, came across the dimly lit living room carrying a giant bowl in both arms.

Sal's heart gave a little tattoo in welcome. His cock offered its own greeting, his groin tightening with desire, subtler if no less enthusiastic. He laughed, as much at his reaction as at the sight. "Popcorn for six?"

Setting the bowl on the coffee table, Jess grabbed a handful before plopping down with his head in Sal's lap and his feet on the arm of the couch. He looked up, his head grazing Sal's cock in the process. "Oh, did you want some?"

Sal's eyes drifted closed at the pleasant friction. He held out a hand. Jess passed him two kernels and reached for the remote. "What movie did you put in?"

This time, the intimate stroke drew a grunt. "Star Trek."

"The new one?" Jess hit Play and came back smiling. "Spock is hot in this."

If Jess didn't settle down, Sal was going to come in his pants. "You're doing that on purpose."

"What? This?" And of course, he moved his head back and forth a few times until there was no hiding the swelling rod in Sal's pants.

"You're killing me." He shifted in his seat, trying for a more comfortable position. His pants were already cinching his crotch.

Unfortunately, the maneuver only seemed to make matters worse.

"Oh, am I?" Jess shifted, turned his attention away from the TV, and buried his face in Sal's lap. He let out a long, long, long sigh.

"Ah!" Hot breath seeped through Sal's jeans, bathing him in pleasant warmth that quickly spread to his balls and ignited. He clenched his jaw to smother a shout. Apparently his ass was taking cues from his face, because his glutes tightened, thrusting his crotch against Jess's face.

Jess latched on to Sal's cock and began trying to gnaw through the denim.

"Jesus, Jess, stop!"

Jess shook his head like a dog with a bone.

"Where's Teddy?"

That got his attention. Jess pulled away, looking annoyed. "He's on the roof. Don't think bringing him up is going to slow me down."

"I thought you wanted to watch the movie. If you keep this up, I won't make it to the opening credits."

"They're still playing the trailers." Jess glanced over his shoulder, assessing. "We've got another seven minutes."

"This is going to take about thirty seconds. We should take it to the bedroom."

Without a word, Jess aimed the remote and paused the movie. He leaped to his feet, grabbed Sal's hand, and dragged him across the hall through the bedroom door.

Sal caught the door before it slammed. He closed it gently, careful not to make any noise. Before the latch snicked in place, Jess was on his knees. A second later Sal's jeans were around his thighs, and Jess's warm, wet mouth around his cock. He braced himself against the wall with one hand and grabbed Jess's head with the other.

It took two minutes. The orgasm rocked him so hard he had to lock his knees to keep from falling.
Jess didn't let up until every muscle in Sal's body had turned to Jell-O. Then he stood, buttoned him up, and quietly opened the door a crack.

"Hey," Sal croaked. He shoved the door closed, less carefully this time, grabbed Jess's belt, and fell back against the wall, pulling him in close. His body might be as limp as his dick, but his mind was still focused intently on his lover. He slid a hand into Jess's pants and lifted his stiff cock with a long caress until the head peeked from the waistband of his jeans. "Mmmm… I'm not done yet."

Jess laughed. He brushed Sal's lips with his own and whispered, "You look well done to me."

"Give me a minute." He gave a little squeeze, a promise of more once he'd gotten his land legs back. Jess's little hum of appreciation buzzed over Sal's lips. He sucked air, and Jess's tongue invaded his mouth.

So sweet, Jess's taste beneath the musky flavor of cum. Sal brought his free hand up, running his fingers through Jess's thick blond hair, digging his fingers into the scalp, holding on to the kiss. "So sweet."

Just as Sal felt he'd recovered enough to put some effort into it, Jess drew away, ending the kiss. He wore a little grin. Eyes shining with tenderness, he removed Sal's hand from his pants and brought it up to kiss the palm, then began tucking himself back into his pants. "I'm saving this for later."

"What?" Sal couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Jess, you're twenty-two years old. You've got plenty for now and later."

The grin Jess wore grew wider. "Yeah, but you're old." This time Sal didn't stop him when he pulled the door open. "You need time to recuperate for what I have in mind." He peeked, scanning the hall. His grin fell away. "Sal, his door is open, and the light's out."

"Hey, don't think you can change the subject after a remark like that." Sal playfully tugged him back into the room but sobered at the worried look he wore. "You said he was on the roof. He probably just needs some time alone."

"But it's dark. That rim is awfully low, Sal."

"Oh, for goodness' sake, he's not going to fall off the roof, Jess." But the worry lines in Jess's brow just grew deeper. "I suppose you want me to go up there and check on him."

Jess nodded, looking hopeful.

How could he resist that cute little pouty face? Besides, his man wasn't going to be able to relax until someone made sure the kid hadn't tripped over his feet in the dark and fallen to his death, and Sal couldn't expect Jess to go. He hadn't been on the roof since the first time, almost a year ago. If Sal even suggested they go up there, Jess broke out in a sweat.

Jess knew the moment Sal gave in. He peppered him with kisses and thank-yous, then shooed him toward the stairs. "You might want to have the talk while you're up there," he hinted not too subtly.

Right. The talk. Sal glanced over his shoulder, wondering if he'd just been played, but Jess's puckered look of concern convinced him there was enough worry there.

"Hurry up. I'm going to go watch the movie. I'll keep your seat warm for you and catch you up when you get back."