Let's Take A Breather
The voices were lower. I strained to hear anything. There wasn’t even any movement.
Then I heard the front door shut and realizing I was naked and eavesdropping, I jumped back as quietly as I could to the king-sized bed and pulled the covers up over me. I heard Wade give a soft “Fuckin’ hell” as I saw a shadow pass by the window.
Brayden was gone.
And Wade was still standing by the front door.
In a few minutes I heard the heavy sound of his footsteps coming back and I sat up a bit, letting the covers rest at my waist.
The door opened slowly and Wade appeared, his plaid housecoat done up tight around his massive body, his face stern and his jaw clenched. His eyes were narrow, his brows furrowed, and he looked upset for obvious reasons.
He just closed the door behind him and stood there, not looking at me, but facing me, his head bowed, looking dejected.
“Sorry about that.” He suddenly said, putting his hands into the pockets of his housecoat.
I felt awkward, and brought my hands up to my arms to huddle myself. “It’s okay.” I said automatically.
Wade shook his head slowly from side to side, and finally met my eyes. “It’s not. First, I fall asleep. Then my old partner shows up. What a fuckin’ mess I am.”
I gave him a sad look and scrunched up my face. “You’re not.”
“Do you want me to take you home?” He asked me quietly.
I shook my head, rubbing my own arms up and down, looking at him. “You don’t have to.”
He moved around the bed and came and sat on it, beside me, opening his arm up so I could move into him. I stared at his legs, his crossed feet on the bed, and listened to his heart beating in his chest as he wrapped his big arm around me and held me against him.
“I probably should. After that I could probably use a breather.” He sighed again, and ran his hand up and down my arm, until he spoke again. “So that was Brayden, my ex-partner from the force and my ex-best friend…”
“I got that.” I said into his furry chest, giving a small laugh.
He snorted too, making his body shake once as he played with my hair on my head. “He called me a week ago. Out of the blue, but I wouldn’t talk to him. Then he showed up at my house the other night and I almost punched his fuckin’ lights out. I wasn’t expecting him to come back after I told him off.”
I put my hand on his pec and played with the soft hair on his chest as I listened. He didn’t have to tell me any of this. But this felt wildly intimate, as I watched his feet rub together as he continued talking.
“Not sure if you heard what he said.”
I turned my head to look at his handsome face, the stubble coming in from his overnight shift making him look rather rugged as his blue eyes flicked down to mine. “I heard.”
He gave me a sad smile and took a deep breath, making me rise up with his chest, before his arm pulled me back into him. “He said he wants to talk. Alone. Says my dad is sick.”
I didn’t hear that part. Must have been when they got quieter.
“I told him to call me later. Over the phone. That I didn’t want to see him in person.”
I waited, but he didn’t say any more. Finally I looked up at him and his eyes shifted to me. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“C’mere.” Was all he said, bending forward to meet my lips in a kiss. I moved upwards, climbing up his body to reach his mouth better, feeling his hand slide down my back to my ass.
I didn’t want to hear anything more about Brayden and what he wanted, or what he was doing here. Apparently, neither did Wade.
Just not in the same way I was thinking.
He sat up suddenly, slowly, bringing me with him, and then he kind of moved around me, detaching me from his body as he slid his legs off his bed. He stood up and tightened the belt around his waist of his housecoat and walked towards his dresser.
“I better take you back now. So you can study more, and I can…think before he calls me.” He avoided my eyes, and removed the housecoat, showing me that furry mountain of muscle as he picked out a pair of jeans and shoved one big foot into them after the other.
I let out a long breath, sliding off the bed, my dick deflating at the rejection, realizing he had a lot going on in his head and I should probably give him space. I got dressed quietly, as did he, awkwardly moving around each other.
We didn’t talk much on the ride back to my dorm. I could tell he was deep in thought. I hesitated asking him anything about Brayden, or their earlier conversation, or what it all meant. But I felt a deep sadness and exhaustion from him suddenly.
I mumbled on about the last three exams I had to write over the next week, when he asked. When the silence filled the Jeep again, I asked when his next shift was, surprised to hear it wasn’t for a few days, when he had a three-day stint. I reminded him I had to be out of my dorm within 24 hours of my last exam and was heading back to my hometown on the 15th of December, which he took in silently, nodding along, his eyes lost in thought.
It was getting dark when he pulled up next to my residence building along the back, parking in one of the spots for campus security, but left the Jeep running. I was feeling a bit confused, wondering if this was a goodbye, or not as he looked at me quietly.
“I’m sorry about today.” He finally said as I wondered if he was going to kiss me.
I just nodded. “Don’t be. I had a great time as usual.”
He smiled then, kind of a sad grin, and put his hand on my neck. “I always have a great time with you. I completely lose myself with you. You make me feel so comfortable.” His thumb rubbed my neck, and then he leaned into me as he pulled me towards him.
It was a slow, tentative kiss, that turned into a full on passionate one. My eyes closed at the feeling, and for a moment I thought he’d follow me inside.
But he broke free and rested his head on my forehead. “I’ve got to figure out this Brayden thing, and what to do, okay?”
I nodded, looking into his eyes staring at me, so close.
“I’ll call you soon.” He gave me another full lip kiss before he let go of my neck, and I took the signal that it was time for me to leave.
I got out and waved, standing there like a loser, watching him pull away. He gave me a big smile, and his big hand waved at me as he drove away, but I had this tugging feeling that I might not hear from him ever again.
Two days went by and I was leaving my latest exam, feeling a rush as I exited the lecture hall I was writing in, half expecting to see Wade standing outside waiting for me again, like he did the last time.
But there was no Wade.
And no phone call had come either.
Two more days went by again, and instead of waiting around like an idiot, I got up early to study, and at almost 7am that morning, when I knew his shift would be ending, I walked to the Arts building, watching the museum, waiting for him to exit, with his Jeep in plain sight in the parking lot.
It was freezing outside, and at 7:10am, when I had almost given up, I saw the big black jacketed figure with the large letters SECURITY written across the back slowly walking to the Jeep. He was hunched over, looking down, hands in his pocket with his tuque pulled down low. Almost like he was hiding.
I didn’t call out his name.
My exam was starting at 8am anyway, so what would be the point of talking to him. I wouldn’t have time. I guess I just wanted to see if he was still alive. And around. And ignoring me.
I was honestly happy to see he was alive and still working on campus. But at the same time disappointed that he hadn’t called. More so than I cared to admit.
I left my exam at 10:45am before the time was up, happy how it went, feeling less stressed about my final exam in another two days on the 14th. I stopped to grab a sub at the UC and headed back to my dorm to either pack or study some more, to try to not dwell on the fact that Wade hadn’t called.
I was lost in thought the rest of the walk back to my residence, avoiding eye contact with pretty much everyone, that I didn’t notice him until I was putting the key into my own dorm room door when I heard the deep voice behind me call me out in a rather panted manner.
“Brian!”
I turned to see the hulking figure of Wade coming my way down the hallway of my floor, dressed casually, in a pair of faded jeans with his black boots, still wearing his SECURITY black coat now undone revealing a dark grey sweater underneath that was almost the same colour as his tuque.
“Oh. Hey.” I said quietly, checking my floor for other guys, before realizing the hallway was empty.
“I saw you coming in.” He gave me a soft huff, as he caught his breath and held up his hands. “I was waiting for you actually, wanted to talk in person.” He came up to me and put his hands in his coat pockets. Then he eyed the inside of my dorm room. “Can I come in and talk?”
That didn’t sound promising. I looked at my room and my unmade bed I could see from the doorway. “Sure. It’s kind of a mess. Studying and all.”
He gave me a goofy grin. “I don’t care. I just wanted to see you. Sorry I haven’t called. It’s been a rough week.” He looked down at me with that sadness, and I suddenly expected the worst.
“Come on in then.” I stepped in and pushed my desk chair in to the desk and then flung the cover of my bed over it to make it look somewhat presentable before I kicked off my boots, tossed my sub on the top of my small fridge and hung my jacket up on the hook behind my door as Wade stepped in.
He took up a lot of space, and kind of looked around as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. I pulled out my desk chair and pointed to it as I went to my bed and sat on the end of it.
Wade removed his own boots and put them by my door beside mine. His were practically double the size of my own. He shrugged out of his jacket, putting it on the back of the chair before he angled it to face me and sat down. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and hung his hands together between his legs, before taking another big breath and looked at me.
“I’m sorry, honestly. I should have called you a few days ago.”
“Are you with Brayden?” I blurted out, which made his eyes widen suddenly.
“What? NO!” He held his hands out and then let a breath out. “No. I’m not. Trust me: there’s no way in hell I could ever be with him.”
“But I thought you were…” I shrugged, not knowing how to say it, “…maybe hoping he was into you after all?”
Wade gave a little laugh and sat up straighter, running his big hands over his thighs towards his knees. “A long time ago I hoped that. But after what he did….” Wade scrunched his face up and shook his head. “That’s something I just can’t get past. So that’s his problem now. And he knows it. We talked a couple times this week. He’s going back to BC, and in fact…” His eyes looked at me and there was that sadness again.
“What?” I asked, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.
I listened to him talk for the next fifteen minutes as I watched his handsome face. How Brayden had tracked him down initially at the request of Wade’s parents. Wade’s father had cancer, and had been given a few months to live. Brayden used the chance to find Wade as a means to reconcile, and tell him how he truly felt about Wade. To prove his feelings, Brayden had dismissed the initial report he made against him, claiming it was untrue, and he himself resigned from the force over it, and the RCMP in BC were willing to reinstate him, fearing his wrongful dismissal could harm them if Wade decided to pursue legal action.
Wade admitted to me he needed to return to fix things with his parents before his dad passed away.
Wade admitted to me that he wanted to be an RCMP officer again. That he missed it. That he knew he could do good.
Wade admitted to me that he forgave Brayden just yesterday, before he sent Brayden back to BC with the news to his parents that he would come home for Christmas.
Wade admitted his feelings for Brayden were over.
And then Wade admitted something else to me.
“I’ve only known you a short time Brian, but coming here to talk to you, is killing me.” His voice was soft, but his eyes never wavered from me. It was me that was looking down. “You’re young, and in school, and I wouldn’t even consider asking you to come with me.”
“I can’t.” I squeaked out and he just closed his eyes slowly and nodded.
“I know. I don’t expect you to. But you have to know, how much I was falling for you.” He said quietly.
I nodded this time. “I felt it too.” I admitted to him feeling the tears coming.
Before he said another word, I just jumped off my bed and ran into his body, hugging him, climbing onto his lap to feel his big arms around me. He squeezed me so tight and buried his face into the side of my neck that we didn’t say a word, just clung to each other.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered in my ear.
I didn’t say anything back, just found his lips and kissed him hard. He responded back, practically swallowing my face as we got lost in the kiss. His hands moved around my body as I clung to his neck, as our kiss grew into something more urgent. I got lost in him, the way he kissed me, the way his hand slid down to my ass and dug its way into my pants, through my underwear to my bare ass, in between my cheeks where his finger played with my hole. I heard him growling, that sound that seemed to ignite the fire in me and I found my own hands moving across his grey sweatshirt, feeling the giant pecs hidden underneath.
“I need to fuck you again.” He mumbled into my mouth as he stood up from the chair, hanging on to me, clinging to his body, still kissing me. “Is that okay? I went home and showered and wanted to see you.”
My legs were around his waist as he took a few steps to my twin bed and gently placed me down on it, still kissing me, his tongue filling my mouth and the hot breath from his nose tickled my cheek.
“I want to fuck you all day long.” He grumbled into me as he moved my leg over his arm, and he guided it up to his shoulder, pressing his body into mine.
He leaned back and stripped his sweater off, banging his hands on my ceiling as flung his arms overhead, causing him to laugh. I arched and whipped off my own sweater and tee, and started to fumble with my button and zipper as his big fingers moved to help. He pulled my jeans down, underwear and all, grabbing my dick to suck it before he continued his quest to strip me naked, socks and all.
He pushed himself off the bed and undid his own jeans, pushing them down with his own underwear, taking off each sock with a grin because he knew I liked him naked, and then moved back in between my legs to find my mouth, grab my neck and hold me to his face as I felt his big dick now hard grinding up against my body.
His face slid off mine, and my arm was pushed up as his tongue found its way to my pit, licking and sniffing it as he rolled more on top of me. I moaned into his shoulder, feeling the pressure from his hips.
“I want you to be mine. I really want you Brian.” He moaned again, moving back to my face and placing a hand beside me to hold his body over mine. “I wish you were coming with me.”
He scooped my other leg under his arm and maneuvered my legs onto his broad shoulders, shifting his legs apart and under me, moving to kiss me again while bending my body in half. I grunted at the feeling of his weight pressing down on me.
“Tell me you want to be mine. Tell me you wish you could come with me.” He whispered as we sloppily kissed, my hands now grabbing the hump of his lower back and the upward curve of his ass.
“I do. I want to be yours, and I wish I could come with you!” I groaned as I felt his bare cock now digging into me. He grabbed my legs somehow and put both hands on the backs of my thighs and pushed me down as he sat back. I stared at his beefy muscles, his pecs flexing as he held my legs, his upper body exposed in all its hairy muscular glory, his cock sticking straight up and hard. He let a big gob of spit fall from his mouth to his hard cock, and then lined it up and found my opening.
I put my hands on his flat abs as he moved forward, pushing that head of his dick into me slightly. With a grin, staring at me, he slid into me all the way in a heart-stopping manner, before he put my legs back on his shoulders and leaned into me, bending me in half again, lifting my ass up off the bed to kiss me.
“Oh fuck…” I managed to get out before my mouth was covered. He was so deep I grabbed his ass, holding onto that bubbled butt as he just grinded his meat into me in a circular motion that made me groan even louder.
“I fuckin’ LOVE your ass.” He mumbled into my mouth, never breaking the kiss or the way he moved. My fingers dug into him and it made him groan. “Yeah, that’s it baby. Grab my fuckin’ ass so I know you like it.”
“I FUCKING LOVE IT!” I screamed out as his eyes opened and he smiled, and began to pump my ass full of his cock.
With every thrust I grunted and our bodies slapped together. He didn’t stop. He didn’t let up. And he fucked me deep and hard like that until he moved his knees under me and pulled me backwards, up into his arms, so he was sitting on his ass and I was now locked in his arms, my legs still bent up to his ears as his arms encircled me.
This was a new feeling and I shuddered as his dick hit my insides. I was so tight against him, feeling his body completely wrapped up around me, that all I could do was hang on to his neck and let him dig into me further.
“Fuck Wade that feels so good.”
With me in his arms and pinned to his body he moved off the bed and stood up with me still attached to his cock. His arms held me in place and his mouth stayed glued to my lips as he began to fuck me in the middle of my dorm room, standing there, holding me and bouncing me up and down on his rod.
I closed my eyes, feeling dizzy from the depth of his cock and the delirious movement as I listened to our bodies banging together, admiring his strength and power.
I clung to his neck, hanging on tight, moaning and grunting with every deep thrust.
He carried me to the desk, kicking the chair out of the way and setting my ass down on it, lowering himself for a better angle.
“Holy fuck do I ever wish I was coming with you!” I moaned, bringing his mouth to mine again to kiss him as he stilled. I felt his cock flex in me, before he shoved himself further into me, forcing sound out of my mouth and causing me to break the kiss.
“I’d fuck this little body every fuckin’ day and night Brian.” He moaned and started to fuck me hard on my desk, his face a sudden look of concentration. “I’d fall so in love with you!”
I couldn’t answer. I was too shocked. I just focused on his eyes, held on to his arms as he drilled me hard, trying not to make too much noise to alert those still left on my floor as to our activities in my room.
He broke our kiss and just looked down at me, letting his big hand feel my torso for a moment before both his hands grabbed my legs and held them straight up as I grabbed the desk for support. Then I watched him spread my legs wider as he adjusted his stance, grinning at me, before he used his hips to grind himself into me in a rhythmic fashion, pumping my ass full of his cock on my own desk.
I was a groaning mess, staring at his washboard abs and his hairy body, watching every muscle on him contract, watching his hip flexors working as he slowly and deliberately pumped in and out of me. He moved into me and placed my one leg against his body, my foot on his shoulder so he could free a hand up to grab my swollen cock.
“I wanna fuck the cum out of you Brian.” He moaned, stroking my cock. “I don’t want you to ever forget the way I make you feel.”
I let my own hand move to my dick, wrapping my fingers around his hand as if to help him. But he did all the work. I stared at him, watching those blue eyes focused on me as he drove that thick cock of his in and out of me repetitively, watching for signs he was doing it right, the desk now banging into the wall with every movement of his powerful body into me.
I arched, keeping my eyes open as much as I could to keep watching him, feeling the way his cock was punching my insides, and the masterful way his grip was working. I squeezed his hand, not nearly matching the size of his hand, and nodded. I grabbed his neck again and pulled myself to him, lifting my own body off the desk, much to his surprise.
“Yeah? Like this again? You like me fucking you in the air?” He bit his bottom lip and planted his feet firmly before he really started to bounce me hard against him.
I was gone, lost in the feeling, drunk on his cock and the pleasure he was giving me as he roughly pounded me. I was making more noise now, grunting and riding him just as hard.
He was hitting the spot.
I was going to fucking explode.
“Fuck yes Wade. I’m gonna cum.” I breathed out as my chest heaved.
“Yeah that’s it baby. Cum for me.” He grinned and fucked me harder and faster, digging his fingers into my flesh, making sure he had me in his grip as he jackhammered my smaller body.
I gasped at the feeling and let my body take over. I started shaking uncontrollably and let my head fall back as he held me in place and drove his cock so deep inside me my toes spread out.
The first squirt went flying and I heard him give a surprised yell before the warmth of his own load started to flood my insides as we came simultaneously. His knees bent and he almost looked like he was going to drop me as his body responded spastically. But he held on, and he kept thrusting as my cum continued to spurt out from my dick and his cock coated my guts.
His hand pulled my face to his, our heads touching as he tried to control his movements, trying not leave my body, trying to hold me against him as we panted out our final drops, before he sank on one knee to my carpeted floor, and he wrapped his arms around me, breathing into my neck in between stealing kisses.
I ran my hands through his hair and his sweaty back, felt his heart beating against mine as our chests touched. He put his second knee to the ground and held me tight, sitting back on his feet with me still in his arms.
“Fuck me I wish you were done school.” He panted, finding my mouth again.
“Me too.” I moaned out between kisses. “Maybe in another three years.” I laughed, unable to stop kissing him.
He squeezed me tighter, forcing the air out of me and I felt like my body was going to explode as I felt him slip out of me, causing another shudder to roll through his body before he looked at me, face to face, wiping a hair from my forehead.
“I’m sorry I have to go.”
I put my head on his shoulder and willed myself not to feel anything. “When are you leaving?”
“The 22nd.”
I let out a sigh. “I’m leaving for home on the 15th.”
He ran a hand over the back of my head, stroking my dark hair softly. “I wonder how many times I can fuck you till the 15th then?”
I giggled, rubbing my face against his rounded hard shoulder, hiding my tears. “I guess we’ll have to see then.”
He pulled his head back, and brought my face up so he could look at me. He gave me his handsome smile, and those blue eyes blinked at me, maybe hiding his own tears. “I guess we will then.”
His lips found mine in a soft, meaningful kiss, but our eyes remained open.
I was memorizing every detail about him right then and there as he held me, naked in his arms, sitting there on my dorm room floor, wishing he didn’t have to go anywhere.
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