Who: Brad and Ian When: Evening, Monday 25th September Where: Brad's place - Seaview Village Warnings: Turns NSFW Status: Complete
Brad wouldn’t admit it but he was glad that Ian was back in town, he had missed the fireman more that he had realized and even though there was some notable changes to Ian’s behavior upon his return Brad enjoyed the company when he got it, just cuddling on the couch and enjoying each other’s closeness. As promised on Monday night Brad had cooked dinner for them, nothing too fancy - just a simple stir fry with some lean strips of beef and vegetables flavored with some garlic instead of some sugary sauce from a bottle.
After dinner had finished Brad invited Ian to sit down and they talked while their food settled, Brad sharing some of the events that had filled in the fourteen years since they had last seen each other in high school. One thing he did notice was that Ian’s shoulders were tense under his hand that was around the other man’s neck as they sat together, either work or life in general had caused the muscles to become tight and moving his hand Brad got up. “Would you let me give you a massage?” He asked, offering Ian his hand.
The weekend had been interesting. To say the least. Ian found himself anticipating the dinner on Monday, counting down the hours and minutes until he was done with work for the day and heading home.
Speck barked as they pulled into the driveway and after a quick shower and a change of clothes they’d gone to Brad’s place.
Dinner had gone by in a whir; he found himself enjoying the company a great deal considering there were no implications. He’d come from a week of bonding and being physical with James and while he still craved that contact he wasn’t sure if Brad would appreciate the forwardness.
So they’d progressed to the couch and when the offer for a massage came up Ian shrugged and nodded, “Uh, sure. Where?” There was not enough space in the living room to get a massage like he needed unless it was one of those upright shoulder massages. He’d let Brad set the pace.
Brad was definitely enjoying the closeness and contact with Ian over the past few days, sure he wanted to get more physical but he didn’t want to push anything on the other man, he wanted to take things slow and savor it that bit more than just jumping right in and have sex as soon as they got together - Ian wasn’t that type of person.
“How about my bed? I’ll grab a towel for you to lie on so the oil doesn’t get everywhere.” Brad smiled, helping Ian to his feet before walking towards the bedroom. Letting go of Ian’s hand he grabbed a large towel from the cupboard and put it down onto the bed
“Make yourself comfortable.” He added before excusing himself to go find the oil he kept in the bathroom for massaging his own stiff muscles. Taking a deep breath his shut his eyes and tried to think of the most unbecoming things he could think of to calm his libido at the thought of a half naked Ian lying on his bed.
Oil. Oil sounded fancy and he wasn’t sure he wanted to get that involved, though he’d never had a massage like that before. Curious, he didn’t protest. Ian trusted Brad.
Standing, he shuffled after Brad toward the bedroom. Was he supposed to undress? He figured if oil was present then that was probably the expectation.
He started with his shirt. That was safe, right? Ian slid out of the shirt and let it fall onto the bedroom floor. If he needed to remove more clothing later he supposed he could comply.
Sliding onto the bed Ian laid down on his stomach and waited to see what would happen.
It wasn’t a fancy oil, Brad had found it just helped loosen those really tight muscles without causing too much pain. He usually used it on his legs, it came in handy when he started back on the pole and was using muscles he had almost forgotten were used, even with his extensive gym routine it always seemed like there was some part of him that he missed.
As the tension was in Ian’s shoulders and more than likely upper back just removing the shirt would be enough. Walking back into the bedroom Brad bit his lip at Ian lying on his stomach on the bed, trying again to quell the erotic thoughts going through his mind at that moment. It was just a massage, nothing more!
After putting some oil on his hands he rubbed them together to warm them up as he climbed onto the bed and straddled Ian and sat gently on the small of the man’s back. “Now if something hurts tell me, please.” He said, pressing his oily hands either side of Ian’s spine and pushing up into the muscles of the back, working away any tension before moving up a bit higher.
Ian folded the backs of his hands and placed his chin down upon them, waiting quietly and patiently for Brad.
The added weight of the muscular frame settling onto his back wasn’t uncomfortable but he shifted very slightly to accommodate anyway. Having Brad mounted there was stirring a few things but he kept to himself about it.
Once those fingers began to work the tense muscles in his back Ian groaned. His eyes closed and he made himself relax as best he could. “Mm, Brad.”
Brad worked his way up Ian’s back, loosening the stiff muscles with his fingers and the heel of his palms, as he got up to the shoulders he could really feel the tightness and pressed a bit harder, getting down into the underlying muscles.
He kept the mental loop of unattractive people and libido killing images going in his head, trying everything he could to stop the stirring that he could feel despite all his attempts, this was just a massage and Ian didn’t need Brad’s growing erection poking him in the back, or anywhere else. Ian groaning underneath him weren’t really helping matters either but at least he knew that the other man was enjoy it and he wasn’t causing too much pain.
Shifting a little bit Brad’s hips rested a bit more against the small of Ian’s back as he used more of his body weight to work those stiff shoulders, of course this didn’t help matters and he was sure that at any moment Ian would be feeling something poking into his lower back.
He didn’t mind the way that Brad’s hands and fingers dug into the muscles - the motion was alleviating a lot of years of tension. He’d never been anywhere for a formal massage and to be honest it’d never crossed his mind to get one until now.
The sensation was relaxing. It felt really good to have those knots worked out. His mind wandered a touch; how was Brad so good at massage? He’d have to ask later when he could actually focus.
“There,” he grunted.
When the pressure at the lower part of his back came in kind with the motion of Brad’s hands Ian sighed in delight. “You glad to see me?” He teased.
Brad had picked up bits and pieces from getting massages over the years and did a weekend course in the basics when he was in Vegas, often helping his co-workers get rid of tight and stiff muscles before or after work, there was also that time that he had gotten an ‘erotic massage’ as a birthday present but he wouldn’t mention that although it turned out to be an awesome massage.
“Here?” Brad asked, pressing a bit harder into the spot Ian had indicated with both hands, feeling the tightness start to loosen as he worked the muscles.
He actually stopped when Ian teased him, feeling a bit embarrassed that his erection was pressing into Ian, tilting his hips back a bit to try and stop it from getting trapped between them Brad apologized. “Sorry... “
Ian nodded in reply.
His eyes closed and he leaned somewhat into the kneading unable to help it. A groan escaped him, a soft grunting noise of pleasure. Had he known massages felt this good he would’ve gotten them sooner.
And when the kneading stopped Ian opened his eyes slowly. He lifted his head and turned to look over his shoulder at the man sitting in the curve of his lower back. “I’m sorry, I was just teasing you, I didn’t mean…” his cheeks flushed.
Feeling like he ruined the moment Ian turned away, lowering his head down again. He wouldn’t make anymore comments.
Ian’s groans and sounds of pleasure didn’t do anything to help the situation in Brad’s pants however, they were spurring it on and even with the mental images going through his head he was getting harder with each passing moment.
“No… it’s okay. I, just… it has a mind of its own I swear.” Brad said softly, going back to the now looser muscles of Ian’s shoulders. He was trying to focus on the massage and not the sight of such a beautiful, half naked man lying below him because that wouldn’t help either.
He kept massaging, his hands moving from spine to Ian’s sides when he felt that he had worked all the kinks out of the muscles. “Anywhere else?” He asked softly, his hands moving down to the small of Ian’s back, just above his own groin, massaging there.
He said nothing else, just listened. Once in a while he’d grunt or groan in pleasure but that was all the reaction he’d let himself have. Ian didn’t want Brad to feel uncomfortable and it seemed (to Ian) there was something that lingered between them that was causing some sort of hesitation.
“It feels much better,” Ian managed softly. He opened his eyes and stared out at the pillows and headboard of Brad’s bed. “Are there other places people get massages?” This was a new experience to him. He wouldn’t admit that his lower back and the muscles that sat behind where Brad was perched could use working on. That seemed like too much.
Brad didn’t really feel uncomfortable, he was more worried about making Ian feel that way which was why he was being cautious about where he massaged and tried his best not to rub the bulge in his pants against the other man.
“Some people get them all over. I found the calves and thighs are my worst areas when I work too much… and here.” He said, shifting and lifting his hips off Ian’s body and worked his hands on the lower back and up to the waistband of the pants that were sitting more towards Ian’s hips than on his waist. “Anywhere you feel tension.”
Ian was sort of glad that he was laying on his front. He would’ve been in the same sort of position Brad was in trying not to seem obvious. It wasn’t a full on bulge but he couldn’t deny that it was hot having Brad sitting on him.
“That feels good,” he admitted. The tension there was almost as bad as it had been in his shoulders.
“Do people get massages on their fronts or is it only the back?”
“Well.. some people do get massages on their fronts, our backs just seem to hold more tension. I’m not a professional, I haven’t had much experience with anything other than the back, limbs and occasionally the upper chest.” Brad admitted, he might have to read up on where to work when doing a abdominal and chest massage.
“I could do your legs… if you don’t mind taking your pants off.” He said cautiously, not sure how Ian would take the suggestion of stripping down even more. “I can get you another towel if you feel too exposed.” Covering Ian’s ass might also be good for Brad, he wouldn’t be looking at it the whole time and wanting to get his hands on it and massage those muscles too.
Leg massages warranted taking off his pants? Well, he supposed that made sense. For not being a professional Brad did a great job working out tension.
“Uh, sure. I can try it.” Brad would either need to move or help. “Well you can either help with the pants or you’re going to have to move.” The words were said in kindness, he didn’t want Brad to move but if they were going to do more of this then it was inevitable.
“Oh… yeah.” Brad blushed a bit when Ian said he had to move, he had kind of forgotten about that. “You can leave your underwear on if you want, a towel covers a lot, especially if you want me to do massage the fronts as well as the backs.” Getting up off the bed he grabbed another towel while Ian started on his pants.
Although he had relaxed a bit his cock was still rock hard and it was clearly obvious as he walked around his small bedroom and adjoining bathroom in his usual loose sweats, they were covered in a bit of oil but Brad didn’t care, it’d wash out and he might get more on it massaging Ian’s legs.
When Brad slid off of him Ian rolled over onto his back. He watched for a moment as Brad moved around the small room, noticing the obvious engorgement. The color in his cheeks went red but he smiled anyway and began to unbutton his jeans.
Shuffling out of his jeans and his underpants, he pushed the garments onto the ground. Brad wasn’t the only one with an obvious problem.
Brad tried his best not to look at Ian stark naked on his bed as he handed over the towel to cover up with, he definitely saw that his own problem was mutual and as much as he wanted to stop and focus on that one area he had promised a leg massage and he was determined to do it. If Ian needed help with that other area later he’d help.
“Ah… front or back, doesn’t really matter for this.” Brad said, a slight husk to his voice which he tried to get rid of by clearing his throat.
Ian curled his body, leaning upward to accept the towel. Spreading it modestly over his lower half (not that it was doing any good of a job concealing the now tent) he laid back and propped himself up on his elbows. He wanted to see what Brad was doing.
“Well you know more about this than I do,” he replied softly, looking up at Brad.
Putting some more oil on his hands Brad knelt on the end of the bed, starting on one of Ian’s feet, working his hands over the sole and each individual toe, he was aware that to some people feet could be erogenous and quite a turn on, that was one thing he didn’t know about Ian and wasn’t going to ask, instead he kept watching the other man’s face for reactions, it also helped him not not focus on the tent in the towel.
“Just years of practise on others.” He smiled down at Ian, pressing a thumb into the arch of the foot in his hands where his own feet often got sore after hours on them. He didn’t want to say anything but Ian did have very nice feet, this was the closest he had gotten to them and unlike some others Ian obviously had pride in his appearance even down to his trimmed toenails.
Part of Brad couldn’t help it and he pressed his lips quickly to the top of Ian’s big toe when he finished massaging that foot.
The way Brad worked the arch of his foot had Ian soaring. He didn’t realize how tense and sore he was until this process started. He did not find anything about the foot rub to be sensual, that wasn’t something he was into.
He said nothing about that gentle kiss to his toe, just watching Brad work those magic hands over his tired muscles.
Brad worked the other foot in the same way as the first before placing Ian’s foot down on his own thigh to keep it from shifting as he worked up into the calf muscle and knee. He didn’t want to think of just how close Ian’s foot was to his groin, how a shift of the foot could cause those toes to nudge the hardness hiding under the material.
Shifting his gaze to Ian’s face he continued up over the knee and onto the lower part of the calf, he was fully aware that the towel wasn’t quite covering everything as he moved to the upper thigh, again trying not to think of just how close he was to the other man’s crotch and how he could so easily just slide his hand under that towel and give Ian a happy ending massage. No, he kept focused on loosening the muscles.
He pressed his foot gently where Brad had placed it and didn’t move it. The desire to take things further was there but that wasn’t enough motive to turn this moment that direction. He didn’t want Brad to think that was only what he was interested in in spite of the circumstances.
Ian did his best to keep the toweled tent away from Brad’s face. That was awkward, the proximity. He leaned into that touch, craving the soothing kneading motion.
Brad moved up to that crease of the hip where the leg met the body, massaging it as well and for the moment his hand was under the towel his fingertips gently touched one of Ian’s balls by accident, when he realized what he had touched he pulled his hands back slowly massaging away from the groin.
Happy with that leg he started on the other side, working from ankle all the way up to the upper thigh, by this time his own pulse had sped up a bit, as has his breath. When his hands were up at the hip joint again he looked at Ian’s face. “Ian… would you like me to….?” He asked, sliding a hand under the towel, fingertips moving slowly towards the source of that tent in the towel, that hardness he had wanted to touch since he had started this massage and had seen that Ian was enjoying it as much, if not more, than he was.
That sensation of Brad’s fingers kneading the inner part of his leg and that graze against the flesh of his sack. He resisted the urge to jump. And not in a bad way.
He shifted and his heart raced. Those hands on his body felt good and he couldn’t take much more of it. When that question was posed he swallowed thickly and took a moment to consider the offer.
Shoulders drawn backward, Ian nodded slowly. He did want that. He was being honest. And hell if it hadn’t snuck up on him.
Brad swore his own cock twitched when Ian nodded, saying he wanted Brad’s touch. His own hands still slick from the massage oil he moved his hand further under the towel until he touched the base of Ian’s cock, his eyes watching Ian as he slowly and gently brushed the backs of his fingers up the hard length.
“Mmm…” He moaned softly at the feel of that hot skin against that of his hand as he reached the head and brushed it with his index finger and thumb. “If you ever want more than just my hand….” Brad offered, his voice a whisper as he used his free hand to move Ian’s foot off his thigh and shifted a bit so he was sitting next to the other man’s legs instead of at his feet. The rest of the sentence faded away but he hoped Ian got the idea, all he had to do was ask for something more and Brad would give willingly.
Ian took a deep breath.
He swallowed again knowing that whatever was going to come from that moment on would be more than good. The feeling of Brad’s fingers around his cock was like Heaven.
Ian couldn’t even speak. “I, Uh…” he didn’t know how to tell Brad that he did. He actually did want more but his brain was not functioning.
Brad was a bit smug at the fact he had left Ian speechless, there wasn’t many people he had done that to over the years. His fingers still teased the head of Ian’s cock with slow, gentle strokes.
“You don’t have to talk Ian… just nod. Do you want my hand… Or my mouth.” He said, a pause of about fifteen seconds between the two, long enough for Ian to nod his response. He was happy to do either but the idea of giving Ian a blowjob was making him throb.
The pause was sufficient.
He waited to hear what Brad had to say and he nodded (desperate to not seem desperate) in reference to Brad’s mouth. He craved that warm orifice, and more, but he couldn’t…
Ian would take anything that Brad wanted to give.
“It will be my pleasure.” He said softly, stopping his gentle teasing in order to remove the towel that was covering Ian’s cock. Shifting onto his knees he crawled back down the bed, shifting the other man’s legs apart so he could kneel between them, once in position, he looked up at Ian before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the head, wanting to take this slow and let Ian enjoy every moment of it.
Brad had never looked more forward to giving someone oral sex as he did at that moment. With one hand wrapped around the base he opened his mouth and sucked softly on the sensitive head, letting his lips curl underneath it, all the while his eyes kept looking at Ian’s face. He wanted to watch every moment.
There was something to be said about the feeling of those soft lips pressed tenderly against the sensitive flesh at the underside of the head of his cock. All last week he’d explored every part of what it was like to be with a man and yet this was different. Sweeter.
Ian parted his legs as beckoned and let Brad do whatever he wanted, he was at the mercy of the other man, utterly.
His breath caught in his throat as Brad’s eyes fixed upon his. “Brad,” he groaned huskily. Between the hand and that wonderful mouth Ian knew he’d be satisfied.
Slowly, softly, he started working on every inch of Ian's cock - sucking, licking and every little trick he had learned to satisfy a lover.
Brad's free hand slid down and into his sweatpants where he slowly started stroking himself in time with the slow movements of his mouth. He kept looking down at Ian until, for a moment, his eyes slipped shut as he took the full length down into his throat, lips moving over every bump as he moved his head, wanting to literally blow Ian's mind. Pulling back to get another breath his eyes opened again, focusing on the gorgeous man below him.
That sensation was utter Heaven.
Ian couldn’t help but lay back, close his eyes, and let Brad do all of the work. The way the man’s mouth felt against his sensitive skin was unlike anything he felt. The rational part of him dug into the moment trying to get Ian to consider just why Brad was so good at that.
He didn’t want to tantalize that thought lest it ruin the moment.
Again that name dropped in a breathy moan from his lips, “Brad. Mmm.”
His back arched slightly, fingers dug into those soft sheets beneath himself.
He kept the rhythm slow, wanting this to last and not be over in a matter of minutes, Ian deserved every single second of pleasure and a certain smugness filled Brad knowing he was the one causing those moans and whispers.
Removing his hand from around his own cock Brad used both hands to shift Ian's legs until they were up near his ass, with the same gentleness and care Brad put his hands on Ian's hips, shifting them up a bit. When he was happy with the position he pulled back slowly, letting the cock slide out from between his lips before shifting his own body back so he could lie down. Taking a deep breath he moved forward, his tongue darting out to lick at the puckered opening, hoping it wouldn't freak Ian out.
That slow rhythm was perfect. It was just like he’d dreamed it would be, the right amount of friction and heat. God he adored this man.
Ian allowed Brad to adjust him as needed, sliding his legs up and planting them gently where beckoned.
As that mouth left his cock Ian opened his eyes and lifted his head to look upward and over at Brad, ready to protest. But before any words could leave him he felt that moist tongue lapping at that ring of muscle. His jaw dropped instead and he emitted a groan.
Now that his cock was free, Ian slid a hand to it and began to stroke it idly, caught up entirely in Brad. “Brad, mmm, you...fuck, I can’t take that.” He was going to want the man buried inside of him if they kept that up for too much longer.
Despite Ian's groans and what could be classed as a protest, Brad continued the gentle licking and lapping for another few minutes before wrapping a hand over Ian's and moving back so he could return to the blowjob.
Getting back on his knees he closed his mouth around Ian's cock again, keeping the same slow rhythm he continued to work that hot, hard flesh, wanting to please Ian, to hear more of those groans and whimpers until he brought the man under him to climax. He didn't want it to end, he could spend all night here, worshipping every inch of that gorgeous body like he had done in so many dreams.
There was no question at all that Ian was pleased. If his groaning and shivering wasn’t doing it then he supposed nothing really would. Brad was phenomenal. When his hand was pushed away Ian relinquished the organ willingly.
Again his eyes closed once those lips wrapped around him and Ian could feel himself nearing the edge of that bliss. His hands found their way up into Brad’s hair, tugging hard at the strands unknowingly. The groaning continued, he couldn’t help that the sounds were there but they were all for Brad.
“Close,” he managed, mind able to function enough to warn Brad.
Brad didn’t mind having his hand over Ian’s but when it was moved he let his own take over, stroking the base as his mouth moved up and down the rest of the length. He knew that he was good at this, it was something that he had gained a lot of practise in since coming out and discovering that he liked to please his lovers more than having them please him (though that was always nice).
He was also loving the feeling of Ian tugging at his hair, sure it was a bit harder than he had expected but he wasn’t complaining, it was showing him that he was doing it right, though the groans and sounds of building pleasure were pretty obvious. When Ian warned him that he was getting close Brad groaned to say he understood, the vibrations reverberating in his mouth and around Ian’s cock. He had pulled back a bit but didn’t stop, usually he didn’t swallow but he knew Ian was safe and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting that salty seed.
It wasn’t much longer. Brad was amazing, that mouth was perfect in every way and Ian wasn’t able to stop the landslide into pleasure when it began. He was helpless and didn’t care in the least bit.
He came hard, all of that pent up release waiting for the right moment to share it with Brad had finally arrived and he wasn’t sorry at all.
Finally, after it was done his muscles relaxed and his heart hammered in his chest. Ian took deep breaths trying to regain some part of himself and his eyes opened. “Holy shit...Brad..” it was all he could manage and all said in the most impressed manner possible.
He paused for a moment, feeling Ian’s cock pulse as he came, Brad swallowed everything greedily, having fantasized about this moment since that first day when he had moved back to the town and had given Ian that handjob in the living room but this was better than any fantasy. After swallowing Brad sucked gently, wanting to make sure Ian was done before he licked him clean and pulling back from the now softening cock.
With a smirk on his face he looked down at Ian lying blissed out on the bed before moving so he was lying propped up on his side beside the other man. “The pleasure was mine.” He said softly, wiping his hand over Ian’s sweaty brow.
Entirely spent and exhausted, Ian finally was able to control his breathing. Sleepily, he looked over at Brad, twisting some to lay on his side. His arm went around the other man and he tucked himself in close. Pressing his now clean forehead into Brad’s shoulder his eyes closed again.
This. This moment here, basking in the afterglow was perfect - it was everything he’d ever dreamed it would be and it was only better because Brad was there.
Brad was feeling relaxed as well, it had only taken a few jerks to get himself off while Ian was still on the high, sure he’d have to change his pants but it was all worth it to bring pleasure to someone he was really starting to care about. He shifted closer and let Ian curl against him, more than content to just lie there - even though they were both pretty sweaty and oily.
Been able to just lie there and bask in the afterglow was amazing, so often it was cut short by the hurried activity of getting dressed and things like that, but now - at this moment - there was nothing to stop them for lying together for hours or all night… except maybe the fact that all the lights were still on and Speck would need a bathroom break before getting locked in for the night. Other than that they could bask all they wanted.
The rest of the world could wait. He didn’t care about anything big or small just then - the world be damned. They meshed perfectly, a yin to a yang. Breathing evening out Ian made up his mind that for another moment more he would not move.
“Can I tell you something?” Ian almost whispered. Slowly his eyes opened and he drew his head backward so that he was looking up at the other man.
He didn’t know how to really say what he was thinking and not usually a shy person, Ian felt the direct approach was best. “I really like you.”
Brad looked down at Ian when he asked a question, letting their eyes meet. “You can tell me anything, doll.”
And then there it was, a secret shared. Though Brad kind of had a feeling that it wasn’t much of a secret because he felt the same way. “I like you too Ian.” He pressed a kiss to Ian’s forehead, lips lingering as he added softly. “A lot.”
Relief swept through him.
He basked in that kiss, savoring it, even though it was only on the forehead. “We should..if you want…” He stammered. Why was this so hard?
“Would you like to go out on a date sometime?” There it was. He felt as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He didn’t want think the question was posed because of their act, he genuinely wanted to take Brad out somewhere. He felt no shame at all being in the community with him.
Brad thought that it was cute that Ian was stammering and finding it hard to get the words out, though the words that came out weren’t really what he was expecting. They had gone out to dinner together at the steakhouse and had shared a meal in the private several times, but this would be an actual ‘date’. Brad still had the date with Carson that he had won at auction coming up but the two of them still had to work out when that was going to be, when they both weren’t busy. This wasn’t that kind of thing, he felt like it might be something more.
“Of course I’ll go on a date with you!” There was a slight chuckle in his voice, not laughing at Ian personally but at the fact that those words seemed so hard to say. “Once this stupid fog clears you can take me anywhere you want.”
Ian nodded.
His smile blossomed and he held onto Brad, squeezing the man gently in a hug before letting him go.
Speck wandered over, pressing its lower jaw down upon the edge of the bed nearest Ian, offering both men a sad puppy face. “Someone needs to go out.” He supposed he would need to get up at some point, why not now?
Brad returned the hug, holding onto Ian firmly but not too tight, that was until they were disturbed by a sad looking puppy.
“No honey, you stay here. You’ve had a big night and need your rest.” Before there was any protest Brad slid out of Ian’s arms and off the bed. Giving Speck a pat on the head he gave a short whistle to get the dog’s attention as he walked out of the door of the bedroom. “C’mon boy, Daddy needs to relax.” He just hoped that the dog would follow him.
Ian was going to protest but Brad was gone before he could. With a huff, Ian crawled under the blankets to warm up, that void of body heat leaving his skin chilled. He knew he should rinse off but he was exhausted.
He’d only close his eyes for a second. That was the promise he'd made to himself but as soon as his eyes closed Ian was drifting into a much needed doze.
It didn’t take long for Speck to do what he needed to and come back inside, out of the fog which had hung around for the past two days and was really getting beyond a joke, at least inside it was warmer and nicer. “Don’t tell your Papa but the couch is yours tonight.” He said softly, placing a few treats he had gotten for the dog on one end of the couch.
When the dog hopped up and settled down Brad turned off all the lights and went back to the bedroom, seeing Ian curled up under the covers brought a warm smile to his face and stripping out of his dirty sweatpants he climbed under the covers. “Gee… I really did wear you out.” He joked, his voice a whisper as he shifted closer, wrapping his arms around the other man and closing his eyes.