Free Burden by Annmarie McKenna

moment he had a feeling he was about to be fucked six ways to Sunday.
    “Hell yes.” Keegan whirled and in four impossibly long strides was twisting the dead bolt then returning in seconds. “Now. Where were we?”
    “About here.” Brennan stuck his fingers in the waistband of Keegan’s jeans and pulled until they were smashed chest to chest, cock to cock and lips to lips. This, at least, he could handle without fucking it up. This came second nature. The feel of another man in his arms. He meshed their mouths together and thrust his tongue against Keegan’s. His head rapped on the wall as Keegan fought to get even closer.
    Brennan edged them to the bathroom. A shower sounded pretty damn good actually. They practically fell through the opening when he turned the knob. Only Keegan’s strong arms kept him upright. Then fingers were plucking at his fly, unzipping and reaching in to grasp his cock. He moaned into Keegan’s mouth and attempted to return the favor, but he was a tangled mess.
    Keegan released him and gave him a small shove. “Out of those clothes. Now.” He stalked forward, his jaw tense.
    Brennan’s heart raced and his stomach gave a flip, but he obeyed, first kicking off his shoes and then bending to pull his jeans off. When he was naked, he drew upright, his cock jutting out proudly. Good thing his little brain didn’t have the same issue his big brain did.
    “Now me.”
    Brennan sucked in a breath, silently thrilled at the short command. He didn’t hesitate in kneeling to divest Keegan of his clothes, helping him step out of his shoes and socks, and then yanking his jeans off. He rubbed his cheek on Keegan’s hard length, taking in his muskiness and reaching for his own cock.
    “No.” The snapped reprimand made Brennan jump. “Don’t touch yourself.” Keegan crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his shirt and stripped it over his head. Keegan standing in his birthday suit and staring down at him with a hungry gleam in his eyes was almost enough to make Brennan come without being touched.
    “Suck me, Brennan. No hands. Not on me, and not on you. Put them behind your back so you aren’t tempted.”
    Brennan swallowed and did as he was told.
    Keegan gripped his cock, gave its length a slow pull, and then offered it to Brennan.
    Wetting his lips, Brennan leaned forward and opened to accept. The flared bulb wept with precome, and Brennan licked it, tasting for the first time Keegan’s essence. The saltiness slid across his tongue, followed closely by the soft head. Brennan closed his lips around it and sucked.
    “Fuck.”
    A glance up found Keegan’s head thrown back. His hands were at his sides, opening and closing, and his abs were drawn tight. Brennan moved, taking Keegan farther into his mouth until he touched the back of Brennan’s throat. It had been so long since he’d been with another man. He wanted to savor every moment. It might be his last for a while. No way would Keegan stay with someone like him for long. He had too many issues.
    “Fuck. Don’t stop.”
    Brennan pulled back and then sucked him deep again, using his tongue to lave the length. He got into a good rhythm, bobbing shallow then deep, drawing hard and then soft. Keegan’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close and taking control of the speed and depth. Brennan let himself be used, concentrating on the ache growing in his knees and keeping his fingers locked behind his back so he wouldn’t jerk at his own cock.
    His eyes watered, his breath came hard out of his nose and every once in a while he gagged. He loved it. Moans and groans filled the small space. Brennan didn’t know if they were his or Keegan’s or both of theirs.
    Keegan’s body tensed above Brennan’s. He held himself rigid in Brennan’s mouth. Seconds later he came, spurting down Brennan’s throat. Brennan waited, swallowing around the shaft, milking every bit from Keegan and then letting the softening cock slip slowly from his lips,