Pushing Reset by K. Sterling Page B

natural and arousing. Brandon’s eyes went wide and a wild rush of lust rolled through him when he realized that he could actually go to Jude and try sucking his cock, or just about anything else, whenever he wanted (within reason) and Jude would let him because he’d want it too.
    Brandon rolled from the bed and tripped as he rushed toward the bathroom. He turned in circles as he debated simply wiping himself off and throwing on clothes or taking a quick shower before getting dressed. He wanted to hurry but he had some self respect and tearing through the house looking for Jude so he could give him a blow job while coated in dried sweat, saliva and his own come was a little shameful. Brandon looked down and contemplated the mess all over his chest and stomach. His brows pulled together as his thumb slid through a thick smear and he instinctively looked around before he raised it to his lips. Might as well, you’re planning to go to town on Jude. At least you’ll know what to expect, Brandon shrugged as he popped his thumb in his mouth and sucked it clean. It wasn’t great but it wasn’t awful. It was mostly sour and made the back of his throat tickle.
    He wondered if Jude’s would taste different as he reached into the shower and turned the water on. Brandon frowned down at his cock as it started to get hard again. In just over twenty-four hours, he’d gotten off more than he had in six months yet his body was ready to go again. He shook his head as he kicked off his pajama pants and stepped into the shower. It’s a good thing Jude really likes sex, Brandon decided as he quickly lathered his skin and rinsed. He avoided all thoughts of Jude’s past as he thoroughly cleaned the parts that Jude seemed to like the most. Another rush of giddiness attacked Brandon at the thought of preparing for someone else to actually come in that much contact with his body.
    There was another startling realization when Brandon was drying off. Jude was hairless in those areas. Brandon twisted in front of the mirror as he tried to gauge the amount of hair on his ass. He wouldn’t consider it a pelt but it was pretty dramatic compared to Jude’s dolphin-like anatomy. What does he do? Should I get rid of it all? Brandon wondered as he thoroughly dried his sack. He decided he’d have to ask Jude. He shook his head, trying to clear it and recalled that he had more important things to tend to first. He dashed into his closet and started to hum Jude’s new song as he reached for a t-shirt and jeans.
     
     

Chapter 17
     
    Jude blinked as he looked down at his hands. He’d played something but he had no idea what. He felt his lips curve lazily and he sighed. There was no way he was going to get any work done, not after what had happened the night before. His heart started to pound as he pictured Brandon in his bed, writhing and moaning as he came for Jude. Nope. His prospects for accomplishing anything productive went up in smoke. He shook his head and hummed “Uh-oh, Spaghetti-Oh’s” as his fingers picked out the tune. There was a soft chuckle behind him and Jude turned in his seat to find Brandon leaning against the door.
    “Writer’s block?” He asked and the corner of his lips tilted and Jude’s stomach flipped. Jude pushed a hand though his hair and shook his head softly.
    “More like a complete and total lack of brain function. I’m a little distracted,” he admitted and Brandon’s jaw twitched and Jude suspected he was seeing the hint of a blush before Brandon’s eyes dropped to the rug. We’re like a couple of teenage girls, Jude decided. This. Is. Unbelievable . When Brandon looked back up, his expression was more serious.
    “Can I talk to you in the office, please?” He asked and Jude’s brows pulled together and a ripple of worry rushed through him as he nodded.
    “Sure,” he said as he stood. Brandon’s smiled softly before he turned and Jude followed. Brandon waved Jude into the office and his eyes