Chapter 1: Caught in the Act
Austin hadn’t meant to intrude. The door to Brendan’s room was slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the dim hallway of their shared apartment. He’d only meant to ask if Brendan wanted to grab a late-night pizza, but the low, guttural moan that slipped through the crack stopped him dead in his tracks. Curiosity, that dangerous little devil, nudged him closer. Peering through the gap, Austin’s breath hitched at the sight before him.
Brendan was sprawled on his bed, shirt rucked up to expose a lean, toned stomach, his jeans shoved down just enough to free his cock. His hand moved with a desperate rhythm, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in silent ecstasy. Austin’s mouth went dry. He should’ve turned away, should’ve respected the privacy, but his feet were glued to the floor, heat pooling low in his gut.
“Enjoying the show, perv?” Brendan’s voice sliced through the haze, sharp and teasing, his hand never faltering. Austin froze, caught like a deer in headlights, his face burning as Brendan’s dark eyes locked onto his.
“I—shit, I didn’t mean to—” Austin stammered, but Brendan just smirked, a wicked curve of his lips that sent a jolt straight to Austin’s core.
“Door’s open for a reason, man. Either come in or get the hell out. I’m not stopping on your account.” Brendan’s tone was all challenge, a dare wrapped in velvet. Austin’s heart pounded, his mind screaming to bolt, but his body had other ideas. He pushed the door open wider, stepping inside, the air thick with tension and something raw, electric.
“Bold move, catching me with my dick out and still walking in,” Brendan quipped, finally slowing his strokes, his gaze raking over Austin like a predator sizing up prey. “What’s your plan now, huh? Gonna stand there gawking, or you got something to offer?”
Austin swallowed hard, the room suddenly too small, too hot. “Maybe I’ve got something better than your hand,” he shot back, surprising himself with the edge in his voice. He crossed the space in three strides, his pulse hammering as he stood over Brendan, who just raised a brow, unfazed.
“Big talk. Prove it,” Brendan taunted, leaning back on his elbows, his hard cock still on display, daring Austin to make a move. And fuck, Austin did. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, his hand reaching out before he could overthink it, wrapping around Brendan’s length. The heat of it, the weight, made his own jeans feel too tight, a groan escaping him as Brendan hissed through his teeth.
“Damn, you don’t mess around,” Brendan muttered, voice rough, hips twitching into Austin’s grip. “Thought you’d be all shy and shit. Guess I was wrong.”
“Shut up,” Austin snapped, but there was no heat in it, just a hungry edge as he tightened his hold, stroking with purpose. Brendan’s smirk faltered into a low moan, his head tipping back, and Austin felt a surge of power, knowing he was unraveling this cocky bastard. The room was heavy with the scent of sweat and need, their breaths coming faster, sharper.
“Fuck, man, if you’re gonna tease, at least use that mouth of yours,” Brendan growled, his hand tangling in Austin’s hair, not pushing, just guiding. Austin’s eyes flicked up, meeting Brendan’s heated stare, and something snapped inside him. He leaned in, lips hovering just above, the anticipation a live wire between them. Brendan’s cock twitched in his hand, and Austin’s own was throbbing, begging for attention.
“You’re gonna regret asking for this,” Austin warned, voice low and dangerous, before he dipped down, ready to shatter every boundary they’d ever set.
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