Free Colorado Flames WIth A Texas Twist by Sara York

pass out. He knew he should leave, but he couldn’t look away from the beautiful sight of Brody stroking himself, his thin lips open wide, his eyes closed as he jacked his dick, twisting at the tip before going back down. James took one step forward, then another. Leaving was the best path, but he didn't care about what was best at the moment, he just wanted to watch the show.
    Brody rocked his hips as he slowly stroked his cock. It was the most erotic thing James had ever seen. The underwear was abandoned as Brody grabbed his balls, massaging them while he pumped. James watched with rapt attention as Brody slid his hand lower and spread his legs. Brody moaned and bit his lip as he pushed his finger against the tight pucker.
    The amount of things James had done wrong in his life couldn’t match this. He shouldn't be watching Brody. Breaking in had been stupid and once he'd known Brody was safe, he should have left, but staying while the man jacked off was a new low that went far beyond anything he’d ever done before.
    The moans continued as Brody fingered himself and started moving his hand faster. James backed up, quietly making his way to the door he'd entered through. He was ashamed of the disrespect he'd shown Brody. How the hell could he keep his hands off Brody if he broke in and watched him masturbate?
    James snuck out the back door and circled around to the front. He knocked, waiting patiently until the door opened a long moment later. Brody could never know that he'd been inside his house, watching him stroke his impressive cock and finger himself. That would piss Brody off, maybe even enough to go public about the ranch.
     
    *~*~*
     
    Brody arched up into his hand, stroking his cock and sliding the tip of his finger into his hole. It felt so good to touch his ass. He could imagine James touching him there. Fuck, he wanted James in his arms, but the man was bad news. James scared the crap out of him and not much scared Brody. He was almost ready to come when he heard a knock at his door.
    “Shit! Are you serious?” He tried to finish off, but his dick was deflating rapidly.
    Brody sat up and fisted his underwear, thinking about ignoring the knock, but it could be someone from the station. After pulling on his underwear, he grabbed a pair of cutoff sweats from his drawer and tugged them on. He hobbled down the hall, hoping that whoever it was had brought coffee, or donuts, or both. Both would do just fine. He really wanted something sweet and bad for him. An image of James popped into his mind. Maybe not bad for him, maybe he should stick with scrambled eggs and vegetables, no cheese though because the gooey goodness would have too many calories. James came to mind again as he contemplated his breakfast. Fuck, he couldn’t even think of food without thinking of James.
    He pulled open the door, shocked to find James standing on his porch, his face pink, and his gaze shifting from Brody to the bushes. If Brody knew James better, he’d say the guy looked guilty, but he didn’t know him that well, so he’d only be guessing.
    “James, what are you doing here?”
    “Can I come in?”
    Brody pursed his lips together and snorted. “Why didn’t you just break in since you probably plan on forcing your way in anyway?”
    James blushed even more, his gaze on the floorboards at Brody’s feet. “I really want to talk to you. Could I just come in?”
    “Fine. Did you at least bring donuts?”
    “No, but I can get you some soon.” James looked up and lifted his eyebrows. “I really will get you some donuts, or anything else you want.”
    “Someone to suck my cock?” The words were out of his mouth and simmering between them. It was what he wanted. Fuck, if only he’d been able to come. He shook his head. “Sorry, it’s the painkillers talking. I didn’t mean that.”
    James was staring at the bushes again, his face and neck red. “So are you going to let me in?”
    Brody rolled his eyes and hobbled away