Distractions
“No, really, Bri, you should have seen it. I hit that sucker just right, it took off like a bat out of hell, straight down the center of the fairway, carried the bunker, the whole bit. It was a thing of beauty.”
Brian grinned, leaning back against the headboard, eyes falling closed as he listened to AJ continue to happily babble about his round. There really was nothing quite like the sound of AJ all enthused about something, nothing quite like the sound of glee in AJ’s voice. He sounded like a kid let loose in the very best of all possible candy stores.
“Sounds like you had a great day.” Brian shifted slightly, tucking the phone against his shoulder as he cracked an eye open, looking around for the remote. He thought he left it, ah yes, there. He grabbed it, then hit play, biting down on his lip as AJ started to move on the screen.
“I did, man. You really should have been out there. Beautiful weather, the greens weren’t too fast, you could have lost some more money to me.”
“Uh huh,” Brian replied, distracted by the images flickering in front of him. He tilted his head, watching closely. Just how the hell did AJ get his hips to do that? Liquid and smooth and sexy as fuck. Nearly as sexy as the rasp in his ear. His hand slowly drifted down his chest, fingers barely brushing against his skin, before he tugged the tie of his robe loose. There. That was much better. Much, much better. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking lightly, trying to control his breathing. The last thing he needed was AJ figuring out what was going on.
“And then Nick was all. Brian. Brian!”
Brian started, hand stilling. “What?” He cleared his throat slightly, trying not to sound like he was just about ready to, well. “AJ, what?”
“What the fuck are you doing? Because you sure as hell aren’t listening to me.”
“I so am too! You were just saying how you’re glad that you got that new putter because the balance is much better which is good because now you don’t have to bother learning a new grip and that you made an amazing putt and you are Tiger Woods.” Brian let out a sigh at AJ’s grunt in response. Damn it was a good thing AJ was so predictable.
“Ok, fine so you are paying attention. I most humbly apologize for implying otherwise.”
“Most graciously accepted.” Brian settled back against the pillows, hand moving a bit faster now. God, he licked his lips, he still couldn’t believe that none of them had ever just walked onstage and pinned AJ down right there in front of God and everyone. It was simply profane the way he moved. He tipped his head, moving the receiver away from his mouth. There was no way he was going to be able to stop panting, not with AJ fucking the stage in front of him and AJ’s voice sounding low in his ear. He had no idea what AJ was even saying anymore, just that he was still taking, the smooth cadence of his words shivering down his spine. He bit down on the inside of his cheek as he felt his orgasm build, fighting to keep his eyes open, to see for himself the long, lean line of AJ’s body. AJ dropped to the stage and Brian came, biting back a moan at the thought of just what that felt like, just what it was like to have AJ fuck him just like that.
“Bri?”
He blinked hard, trying to gather his thoughts. “Yeah?”
“Seriously, are you ok? You just sound a little strange. Sure you’re fine?”
“AJ, I’m,” Brian chuckled, wiping at his chest with his robe. “Trust me, I’m perfectly fine. I’m sorry if I seemed like I wasn’t paying attention. There was something on TV that was distracting me.”
“Oh that’s nice to hear. That TV is more entertaining than I am.”
Brian laughed out loud at that. “It’s not like that. Believe me.”
“Sure it’s not. We still on for dinner?”
“You know it. I’ll pick you up in,” Brian glanced at the clock. “Say an hour or so. I need to shower and stuff.”
“Sounds good to me. See you in an hour. And Brian,” Brian shivered at the low growl. “Be sure to dress sexy. I missed you today, baby.”
“So did I.” He stretched, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. “You have no idea. See you as fast as I can.”
“Right. Get that sexy ass over here. I have plans for it. You too.”
“Sweet talker. Be there in a flash.” Brian thumbed the phone off, stretching then heading for the bathroom, grabbing a pair of leather pants on the way. Dress sexy. Yeah. He could do that. After all, he learned from the best.