Van had seen Brendan naked before, sure. He'd even seen him just a few minutes ago in the shower. But Van had never seen Brendan aroused. He knew Brendan was a big dude, that his body parts were in proportion to that, but goddamn. Van tucked up against Brendan, pressing in to him, kissing him like he might drink Brendan's soul from his mouth. And he felt Brendan's hardness between them.
Smiling when he felt Brendan's hands grip his ass, Van put the kiss on pause to look at him. They'd moved to an upright position with Brendan on the bench and Van in his lap. Before this, Van would've been annoyed by how easily the other boy could move him, like he was a toy. Now, however, Brendan's obvious show of strength was a huge turn on. Why hadn't he seen it before? Why had he waited so long to kiss him to find out?
Brendan's whisper brought Van's razor sharp focus on him. He dug his fingers into Brendan's hair and tugged firmly at the curls. "Fuck," he echoed. More words seemed not only unnecessary, but a bad idea, so Van hungrily went back to kissing him. As he did, his hands released Brendan's hair and explored freely down the boy's shoulders and broad chest. He followed all the outlines of muscle he could find, making low groans of approval. Finally his hands encountered what Van really wanted to get a closer look of.
He broke the kiss and looked down between them, fingers encircling Brendan's hardness. Van already knew, after being knocked down earlier, that Brendan was self-conscious about his size. It took a lot of self control to keep his comments on how big Brendan was to himself. Instead, he raised his eyebrows in challenge. He hoped the look communicated that he was down to fuck if Brendan was down to fuck.