Pushing Reset by K. Sterling Page A

and warmth flooded Jude and he sighed happily as he settled into the corner of Brandon’s neck.
    “I remember,” Jude murmured. “He told her that her eyes were like two pools of chocolate and I was so mad at Kate for letting him get to second base with a line like that,” he said and Brandon chuckled softly.
    “Your eyes are like two pools of…” Brandon paused and Jude raised his head and narrowed his eyes as he waited. “Really soft grass?” He offered and Jude snorted as he dropped his head.
    “Shit, that was terrible. If you had tried that before, I never would have blown you,” he mumbled and Brandon shrugged.
    “Like you could do better,” he challenged and Jude smirked against Brandon’s neck.
    “Of course I could, I do that for a living,” he reminded Brandon and he groaned.
    “Fine. Let’s hear it,” he said and Jude shook his head.
    “No. You don’t get poetry. Not after that soft grass bullshit.”
     

Chapter 16
     
    Brandon barely recalled stumbling into his room and falling into his bed. When he woke just before 8:00, more than an hour later than usual, he felt more rested than he could recall. His body felt light and thrummed with a giddy energy he wasn’t used to. This must be what Jude feels like most mornings, he thought and his lips pulled into a goofy grin at the thought of Jude. Holy shit. Jude had been incredible. Brandon didn’t stop his hand as it slid beneath the sheet toward the erection that was quickly becoming heavy and insistent. It felt good, waking up hard and turned on. Not fighting it for once was exhilarating. And having something real and so vividly erotic to think about was refreshing. Brandon shut his eyes and pictured Jude’s body. His cock got so hard, it hurt and Brandon shook his head in disbelief as he stroked. All these years, it never occurred to Brandon that he was gay. And he was really, really gay for Jude. And Jude had always been there, sexy as fuck and secretly fantasizing about doing dirty things to Brandon. Amazing dirty things.
    He swallowed a moan as he recalled how incredible Jude’s lips and tongue felt all over his cock. Blow jobs were miraculous things, he decided as his hand tugged faster. Jude’s head was bouncing over Brandon’s groin and his balls were becoming hard and tight when Jude’s cock flashed and became the focus of Brandon’s imagination. He pictured it in his hand and his own throbbed angrily in response. Nothing could have prepared him for how good it felt, touching Jude like that and seeing him come. Brandon groaned and his head rolled on the pillow as pressure gripped his sack and the base of his cock.
    Then, his tongue was sliding up Jude’s length and Brandon’s jaw twitched as his mouth watered. His lips wrapped around the head as he sucked and he was done. Brandon’s eyes snapped open and his lungs locked as pressure and bright heat surged up the length of his shaft and come shot from the head. Brandon’s shoulders came off the bed and he gasped as hot ribbons of come splashed across his chest and stomach. His nerves flickered as warmth spilled through his body and Brandon hummed softly as his hand slowed. All my life, I’ve been doing that wrong too, Brandon realized and he laughed as he threw an arm over his eyes and waited for his heart to slow.
    The realization that he’d just gotten off thinking about sucking Jude’s cock bloomed within Brandon’s mind and he let it unfurl and settle within him. Instead of being shocked or embarrassed, Brandon felt relieved and excited. And unbelievably curious. Which was a relief in itself. He’d become used to thinking he was lacking something, or broken. Whenever he thought about sex, it had been depressing because he’d remember Emma or the general discomfort he felt with women and it had taken more effort than he was usually willing to devote to get off. But thinking about Jude and imagining what it would be like to focus that sort of attention on him felt so