deep again, making them both shudder. “That’s not my super hacker.” Thrust. “That’s not my— Fuck .”
Ken squeezed his internal muscles and lifted his hips for the next thrust, making the fit so tight and deep there were dark spots behind Brady’s eyes. “Stop talking, Brady.”
“Yes, Master.” Brady saw Ken’s blown out pupils and knew he was close. He picked up the rhythm that would push them both over, holding him down with the weight of his big body so he couldn’t do anything but take it.
“Brady…God, baby. Yes !” Ken’s orgasm hit them like a wave breaking hard on the rocks. He was shaking, his come pumping out onto his smooth chest.
“ Ken .” Brady jerked and shivered hard as his orgasm seized him and wouldn’t let go. Love you , he thought, filling Ken with his release. Love you…
***
It was late afternoon when Brady padded out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, searching for Ken and—when his stomach grumbled loudly—something to eat. They’d spent most of the morning wearing each other out, Ken more insatiable than usual. Brady passed out around noon and when he opened his eyes again, he knew he was alone in the bed.
He poured a cup of eggnog and grabbed a handful of mixed nuts from the bowl on the counter, looking around the living room. They’d decorated a few weeks ago, after Brady told Ken about holidays with Sol. Elder wasn’t that big on…well anything really, but he seemed to have an extra dose of hate for this holiday season. Brady used to think it was because he’d been a cop for so many years. Christmas wasn’t all carols and tidings of joy. There was generally an uptick in crime as well. Whatever the case he and his brothers rarely had a reason to look forward to December.
Ken hadn’t celebrated the holidays since he’d lived with Patricia and her sons, so they decided to go all out. Now the classy loft looked like the damn North Pole and smelled like a pine tree…and Brady loved it. He also loved that Ken had done this for him. The memory of them standing naked in the living room stringing lights and trying to come up with new lyrics to their favorite childhood carols would stay with him forever.
Ken’s phone and keys were on the coffee table and his shoes were by the door, which meant he was still in the building, just not the loft. What was he up to?
Not bothering to dress, Brady opened the front door and stepped across the hall to the newly renovated office. A few months ago Ken had trashed the large room filled with computers and hardware he’d used to create and improve anti-hacking software for the government. As a freelancer, of course. Ken liked being his own boss. And he wasn’t a stickler for rules or Keep Out signs.
Clad in a pair of boxer briefs, Ken was typing furiously on his keyboard, his hair tied back in a sloppy bun and his focus absolute. Or so Brady thought. “You’re finally awake. I thought I broke you.”
He walked in and grabbed a chair, setting it beside Ken’s. “I’m a fast healer. What’s up? Already starting the Finn Project?”
Ken’s lips twitched. “That’s happening in another window and already looks promising. I’m multi-tasking. This,” He nodded at the screen as a numeric message popped up. “This is your Christmas present. One of them.”
Now he was intrigued. “Feel like giving it to me early?”
“Hang on. I just have to… There.” He spun his chair toward Brady and took the cup, setting it on the desk beside his monitor and holding on to both his hands. “I think we did it. With a little help from Trick.”
Brady tensed, completely alert now. He knew what Ken was talking about. “Which one?”
“Your favorite. He’s alive, in custody and singing like a bird as we speak. They aren’t taking any chances this time. He says he can connect the others to everything. Terry’s disappearance. Cal’s death. Vargas. I’m verifying some of his information for the authorities now.
Ken squeezed his internal muscles and lifted his hips for the next thrust, making the fit so tight and deep there were dark spots behind Brady’s eyes. “Stop talking, Brady.”
“Yes, Master.” Brady saw Ken’s blown out pupils and knew he was close. He picked up the rhythm that would push them both over, holding him down with the weight of his big body so he couldn’t do anything but take it.
“Brady…God, baby. Yes !” Ken’s orgasm hit them like a wave breaking hard on the rocks. He was shaking, his come pumping out onto his smooth chest.
“ Ken .” Brady jerked and shivered hard as his orgasm seized him and wouldn’t let go. Love you , he thought, filling Ken with his release. Love you…
***
It was late afternoon when Brady padded out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, searching for Ken and—when his stomach grumbled loudly—something to eat. They’d spent most of the morning wearing each other out, Ken more insatiable than usual. Brady passed out around noon and when he opened his eyes again, he knew he was alone in the bed.
He poured a cup of eggnog and grabbed a handful of mixed nuts from the bowl on the counter, looking around the living room. They’d decorated a few weeks ago, after Brady told Ken about holidays with Sol. Elder wasn’t that big on…well anything really, but he seemed to have an extra dose of hate for this holiday season. Brady used to think it was because he’d been a cop for so many years. Christmas wasn’t all carols and tidings of joy. There was generally an uptick in crime as well. Whatever the case he and his brothers rarely had a reason to look forward to December.
Ken hadn’t celebrated the holidays since he’d lived with Patricia and her sons, so they decided to go all out. Now the classy loft looked like the damn North Pole and smelled like a pine tree…and Brady loved it. He also loved that Ken had done this for him. The memory of them standing naked in the living room stringing lights and trying to come up with new lyrics to their favorite childhood carols would stay with him forever.
Ken’s phone and keys were on the coffee table and his shoes were by the door, which meant he was still in the building, just not the loft. What was he up to?
Not bothering to dress, Brady opened the front door and stepped across the hall to the newly renovated office. A few months ago Ken had trashed the large room filled with computers and hardware he’d used to create and improve anti-hacking software for the government. As a freelancer, of course. Ken liked being his own boss. And he wasn’t a stickler for rules or Keep Out signs.
Clad in a pair of boxer briefs, Ken was typing furiously on his keyboard, his hair tied back in a sloppy bun and his focus absolute. Or so Brady thought. “You’re finally awake. I thought I broke you.”
He walked in and grabbed a chair, setting it beside Ken’s. “I’m a fast healer. What’s up? Already starting the Finn Project?”
Ken’s lips twitched. “That’s happening in another window and already looks promising. I’m multi-tasking. This,” He nodded at the screen as a numeric message popped up. “This is your Christmas present. One of them.”
Now he was intrigued. “Feel like giving it to me early?”
“Hang on. I just have to… There.” He spun his chair toward Brady and took the cup, setting it on the desk beside his monitor and holding on to both his hands. “I think we did it. With a little help from Trick.”
Brady tensed, completely alert now. He knew what Ken was talking about. “Which one?”
“Your favorite. He’s alive, in custody and singing like a bird as we speak. They aren’t taking any chances this time. He says he can connect the others to everything. Terry’s disappearance. Cal’s death. Vargas. I’m verifying some of his information for the authorities now.
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