Free Pushing Reset by K. Sterling

his body but he had to make sure Brandon wasn’t doing it to please him.
    “Are you sure you’re ready for that? I’m not in any hurry…” Jude stopped when Brandon shook his head wildly.
    “I want to know. And you deserve to know. We’re better off just being best friends if I can’t be with you like that,” Brandon argued. Jude’s stomach twisted and his throat felt tight.
    “No pressure, then.” He tried to laugh but his voice broke. His hand shook as he reached between them and untied his belt. Jude kept his eyes on Brandon’s as he opened his robe and shrugged his shoulder out of it. He held his breath when Brandon’s eyes started to drift down his body. Jude felt heat brush his chin, sweep down his neck and over his chest and he shut his eyes, unable to watch as Brandon’s glance slid lower.
    “You’re hard,” Brandon whispered. Jude couldn’t stop the bark of laughter that escaped his throat.
    “How could I not be? You’re in my bed.” He finally opened his eyes and was surprised to see how intent Brandon’s gaze was as he stared at Jude’s very serious erection. He’d never seen Brandon’s eyes that dark or his face so taut with concentration. When Brandon’s eyes finally returned to Jude’s they were wide and watery. For a moment, Jude was afraid. He wanted to ask but dreaded the answer. If Brandon was offended by Jude’s hard-on or was uncomfortable with his body, it was all over.
    “You’re so beautiful.” Brandon’s voice was heavy and thick with awe. Jude was grateful he was laying down, his skin prickled and he felt lightheaded, the relief was so overwhelming. “Can I touch you?” Brandon asked softly but the words nearly shattered Jude.
    Oh, dear God… Jude nodded despite the strong urge to jump from the bed. He didn't know how he would cope with Brandon touching his bare skin. Jude watched as Brandon lifted his hand to his throat and bit back a groan as he felt fingertips pressing against his skin. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on breathing as Brandon’s fingers slid over his collarbone. Oh, God, oh God, oh God… What is he made of? How can his fingers be this hot? Jude complained silently, desperately, then cringed as he heard a soft moan fill the room. Jude had definitely moaned. There was no helping it as Brandon’s fingers splayed and glided across his chest. They drifted lower, over the ridges of Jude’s stomach and he cursed silently as he felt his balls pull tight. Jude placed his hand over Brandon’s and he forced his eyes open and found Brandon’s.
    “Please, tell me this is doing something for you because it’s killing me.” Jude’s voice came out thin and gravelly. He’d never felt more turned on and he was on the verge of embarrassing himself. Jude was so close, he’d probably come if Brandon breathed too hard. Brandon nodded and Jude made the mistake of staring at his mouth just as Brandon’s tongue swept across his lips. “Oh, fuck…” Jude squeaked as his body tightened. Brandon’s brows pulled together in confusion and he looked at Jude expectantly. Jude licked his own lips, trying to make his mouth less dry and functional. “Your mouth…” He stared at Brandon, silently pleading with him to understand. Jude wasn’t sure if Brandon ever could.
    “Can I kiss you?” Brandon breathed and Jude felt the words against his lips.
    Without any direction from Jude’s brain, his hand slid around Brandon’s neck and cupped his head as it swiftly pulled his face to Jude’s. His eyes flared as his lips collided with Brandon’s and lightening burst from where they connected and swept through his body. Brandon’s lips opened on a gasp and Jude’s tongue surged into Brandon’s mouth. He felt Brandon’s tongue slide tentatively against his and Jude was lost. He angled his head and his tongue twisted and explored Brandon, learning the various textures and tastes. Jude felt Brandon’s hand gripping at his waist, pulling him closer and he