Puzzle by Nora Phoenix

18

For the second time in a few days, Branson was speechless, his brain spinning as he tried to comprehend what was happening. What was Ryder doing here when Branson had been expecting…?

Oh.

Oh.

Ryder had… That had been Ryder’s ass. That drool-worthy, absolutely perfect butt had been Ryder’s. He cleared his throat. “Same thing as you, I suspect.”

Confusion marred Ryder’s face. “What?”

“You asked what I was doing here. The same thing as you. Hook up.”

“So it was you, that… That dick pic.”

Branson fought to keep his face straight. “Yes. I didn’t use a dick double if that’s what you wanted to know.”

Ryder groaned. “Can we move this conversation inside your room? I’m not comfortable discussing this in the hallway.”

Branson stepped aside and let him in, then closed the door behind him.

“And maybe put on some clothes?” Ryder waved at Branson’s body.

Right. His poor dick had deflated, which Branson couldn’t blame it for because talk about a cold shower. Though he had to admit Ryder looked hot AF in those tight jeans. He snuck a few glances as he got dressed, and yup, that picture had definitely been Ryder’s own ass. Yummy.

“How the fuck did this happen?” Ryder asked.

Branson didn’t like the hint of suspicion in Ryder’s voice. “It’s not like I had anything to do with it.”

Ryder studied him for a few beats, then nodded. “Okay. Pure coincidence, then?”

Branson sighed. “Yeah, combined with the fact that most guys use Grindr now, but I suppose you don’t have that app for the same reason as me.”

“Can’t have that location service turned on.”

“Exactly. Plus, the encryption of Grindr is too weak, leaving it vulnerable to being hacked.”

The downside of working for the CIA or for any intelligence agency was that they had to be extremely careful not to expose themselves to potential scandal and especially blackmail. Being gay was fine, but evidence of hookups? Dick pics? Anything that could be used for blackmail? Not so much.

“So what do we do now?” Ryder said, looking dejected with stooped shoulders, shuffling his feet.

Warmth spread through Branson at his vulnerable expression. “I’m sorry. Neither of us is at fault, but I truly am sorry…”

Ryder slowly nodded. “Me too. I’d been looking forward to…” He gestured at the bed.

“Same. After this week, I thought it might provide some necessary relief for me. Even though the surgery went well, I’m still stressed about my dad.” He hesitated, then decided he might as well be honest. “I know it sounds stupid, but fucking is a great way for me to get rid of stress.”

Ryder only blinked. “Not weird at all.”

“No?”

“Why would it be? Sex can be many things for people, so why wouldn’t stress relief be a valid experience?”

“Was that what you were looking for?” he dared to ask.

Ryder’s eyes widened for a moment, but then he caught himself. “Not primarily, though I do appreciate a good…dicking.”

Branson grinned. They were speaking the same language now, and how about that? It was like talking to a different person. Instead of introverted, geeky Ryder, he was this sexy guy, radiating a special kind of confidence. “Likewise, though I prefer to do said dicking.”

“That’s why I picked your profile.”

Branson tilted his head. “You into big dicks?”

“Yes. That and a hard fucking. I’m not a fan of the slow, tender stuff. I want to still feel it two days later.”

Branson swallowed. “You’re being awfully forthcoming all of a sudden.”

Ryder sighed. “I know. I shouldn’t be. It’s just…bad timing, I suppose. I spent two hours preparing for this, and now…I’m disappointed.”

He’d prepared for two hours? Doing what? “Care to share details?”

Ryder’s mouth pulled up in one corner. “That depends on whether we can agree to apply the Vegas rule.”

Vegas? Hell, yes. “Yes. I solemnly vow this is Vegas.”

“In that case, I waxed. Everywhere.”

Branson groaned, easily picturing how that would look…and even better, how beautiful his cock would look, sliding between those peachy, smooth ass cheeks. “Not sure I should’ve asked.”

Ryder sobered. “What are we doing? We can’t…”

“We shouldn’t.”

“But…”

Their eyes locked, the air between them crackling.

“Vegas.”

Ryder took his glasses off and threw them carelessly onto a chair. “Fuck, yes. Vegas.”

Branson wasn’t even sure who moved, but Ryder was in his arms, and their mouths met in a frantic kiss. Tongues came out, dueling, pushing, probing, and Ryder gave as good as he got. Branson needed to taste him, sink into him deeper, explore every inch of his mouth and his body. He walked them backward until he had him backed against the wall, moaning when Ryder’s minty flavor filled his mouth. Slick, smooth, sexy. On fire.

Their kiss didn’t slow down, not even a little bit, and when Branson nipped at Ryder’s bottom lip, he was rewarded with a low moan of pleasure. He kissed the bruised spot, then did it again. Ryder took over, invading Branson’s mouth with an aggression that was the hottest thing ever. Shy, geeky Ryder was a fucking beast in bed, and Branson loved every second of it.

They were almost the same height, with Ryder being a hell of a lot more slender, and Branson used his weight to pin Ryder’s hands above his head, rubbing himself against him while Ryder still devoured his mouth. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he liked to fuck hard. God, Branson was so on board with that. His last good fuck had been with Seth, and if he thought about that now, he felt guilty because the man so clearly belonged to Coulson.

Ryder tore his mouth away, his eyes dark with want. “You can’t ever use this against me. Ever.”

It stung that Ryder found it necessary to say this, but Branson couldn’t blame him. “I won’t.”

“Not in teasing, not in a joke, not when you’re pissed at me. Not ever. Vegas.”

“I promise. For real.”

“Good. Then for the love of everything holy, fuck me.”

Clothes went flying as they both undressed in a hurry, and Branson’s cock was back in action. No wonder. Even the sight of Ryder stepping out of his underwear, that luscious ass on full display, was enough to make him swallow. How had he never noticed that in the office? Right, Ryder’s baggy dress pants. He’d been hiding his assets, which had been smart because if Branson had known what he sported underneath his clothes, he might not have been able to resist him.

Ryder plunked down onto the bed on his knees, bent over, and spread his legs. “You waiting for an engraved invitation?”

Branson laughed. “I really like you like this.”

He took his time to appreciate the view, studying every line and curve of that perfect ass.

“Yeah? Well, you’d better hurry up, or I’m gonna have to get aggressive.”

Thank fuck they were on the same page. Branson wanted Ryder with a fierceness he barely recognized in himself. No subtleness, no foreplay necessary. Just sex. He’d prepared well, and so the condom was already on the butt-ugly nightstand, as was the lube. He rolled it on, squirted some lube, and coated himself.

“Do you need…?” He pointed at Ryder’s ass. Usually, with pre-arranged hookups like this that were preplanned, the guys would prep themselves, since it saved time and awkwardness, but he didn’t want to assume.

“I’m ready for you. Just go slow. You’re…big.”

No matter how often he heard it, it never failed to make his heart beat faster. What was it about that compliment that appealed so much to him? Rationally, it was stupid because his cock wasn’t his accomplishment, something he could take credit for. And yet he loved it when men admired it.

He crawled onto the bed, then lined up behind him. Ryder hadn’t been lying when he said he’d waxed. He was smooth everywhere. Smooth belly, smooth balls, the softest ass right up to his pink little hole, all perfect and edible.

He hesitated. Was Ryder truly okay with being fucked like this without any foreplay or tenderness or words? But then Ryder shamelessly wiggled his ass, and Branson had his answer. If he loved to fuck hard, why wouldn’t Ryder?

He pressed against that hole, surprised when he slid in almost instantly. Someone was being a good bottom…or simply horny and eager. Hungry bottom looking for an aggressive top, Ryder had advertised himself, so Branson should start believing him. Taking a deep breath, he sank inside him, going slow but steady.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Ryder panted, tensing every now and then before relaxing again.

“You good?”

“Goddammit, that thing is big…”

Branson grinned. “I’ll make you feel every inch.”

“You’d better keep that promise. Don’t go easy on me.”

“I won’t.”

He took his time opening Ryder up, all too aware that with a dick his size, bottoms needed time to adjust. As always, he felt when he could move for real. Ryder let out a sigh, and his body relaxed around Branson’s cock.

He thrust in an inch to test the waters, and Ryder let out the most beautiful moan. Yup, they were good to go.

The room smelled of sex already, the mix of sweat and body odors and precum making him even hornier. His next push had more power behind it, and Ryder’s breath left his lungs with a whoosh. Mmm, yes. He wanted harder and faster and more. Claim that ass, that hole, sink inside him again and again. Breed him, fill him up…then do it all over again.

A daze came over Branson as he snapped his hips and drove into him, his balls slapping against Ryder’s ass.

“Jesus fuck!” Ryder groaned. “Harder.”

Branson obliged, putting even more force behind his movements, and was rewarded with a pornstar-worthy moan. Oh yes, that was what he craved to hear. He wanted to make Ryder moan, make him whimper, make him scream. He wished to be the best fuck Ryder had ever had, though why that mattered so much, he had no clue. Not something he’d waste energy on right now. Not when he had more important things to do, like sink inside that tight hole again and again and again.

A myriad of sounds filled the room. Jagged breaths, moans, and grunts. Wet squelches as his body collided with Ryder’s when he pushed back in. Erotic music in a sexy symphony that the two of them were composing on the fly. Ryder moved back against him, eager and hungry, signaling he could take whatever Branson dished out.

He pulled out and grabbed Ryder’s wrist, then forced him onto his back and pushed his legs up. He slammed back into him. “Again,” Ryder shouted. “God, do that again.”

Branson’s angle had to be spot on because every time he rammed into him, ecstasy exploded on Ryder’s face, his eyes going glassy as he fisted the sheets with both hands. His smooth balls were tight, tucked up against his body. “Oh, fuck…” he moaned. “Ohgogohfuckohgoddammit, fuck me harder. Make me come. I’m so fucking close.”

He never made a move to touch himself, and Branson didn’t reach for his cock either, figuring that Ryder wanted to come hands-free. Hell to the fucking yes. He sped up, snapping his hips in a brutal rhythm, fighting to stay coordinated and keep the angle right.

Ryder clenched his eyes shut, his body pulling taut as he threw his head back, his back perfectly arched. Branson gave one more thrust as hard as he could, and Ryder’s cock erupted, shooting thick, milky ropes all over his own stomach that dripped down the sides, turning his body into a canvas of cum.

Holy shit, it was the hottest thing Branson had ever seen. He slowed down as he fucked Ryder through his orgasm, his channel clenching and spasming around his cock, which brought Branson dangerously close to the edge.

When Ryder finally stopped shaking and opened his eyes, Branson pulled out of him and ripped off the condom. He stroked himself fast and rough, only needing a few tugs to come. He grunted between clenched teeth as his cock pushed out its load, adding it to Ryder’s on his stomach.

The second spurt forced out, and Branson shuddered, his belly flaring red hot inside him at the sight of their mixed cum. He’d marked him. What a primitive need and yet he couldn’t deny how right it felt. The third squirt was thin, and he crashed down as soon as it was out, and rolled onto his back next to Ryder. Holy shit, that had felt like a marathon.

Their ragged breaths calmed down, and the sweat on Branson’s body evaporated, even more when the AC turned on, blasting them with cold air.

“That was spectacular,” Ryder said, sounding raw.

“Yeah.”

“Do you think we could…”

Branson turned his head toward him. “That we could what?”

“If you want, we could…”

Branson’s heart skipped a beat. Hell, yes. “You wanna go again?”

Ryder faced him. “I really do. If we make a mistake, we might as well make it twice, right?”

“Couldn’t agree more. Wanna shower and go for round two?”

“What time do we need to leave? How long did you rent the room for?”

He grinned. “We got all night.”