Author's note: If you are here now, you need to read Frat House Troopers by Xavier Mayne first, otherwise this story will make no sense at all. The characters and storyline in this series are made to fit together with Frat House Troopers.
The characters and story are used with Xavier Mayne's permission. Thank you, XM, for letting me borrow Brandt and Donnelly :)
Please be warned, this series contains scenes of a graphic nature involving male on male sex. If this is not for you, don't read and don't complain. I did
warn you :) This story is purely fictional, in real life safe sex is critical and essential! Any scenes without the use of condoms are not intended to promote unprotected sex but to maintain the flow of prose.
Enjoy!
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Reality crashed like an A380 Airbus into an office building about ten minutes after the link was terminated. Gabriel only just made it to the toilet before throwing up everything but his hair follicles, crawling into the shower afterward to contemplate how badly he'd fucked things up tonight.
If Brandt didn't hunt him down and kill him tonight, Monday morning there'd most certainly be a transfer order waiting on the Chief's desk. Instead of Brandt's, Gabriel half expected it to be
his
transfer with his signature forged at bottom of the form. He wouldn't contest it if that happened. After all, it was only what he deserved for violating Ethan's trust.
Gabriel seriously considered leaving the Troopers altogether, finding some anonymous job in some anonymous city. If he'd broken the trust of his partner, his
best friend
, once already, he could do it again with another partner. And the dissolution of trust was what got troopers killed. So, yeah, he'd probably be doing everyone a favour by resigning.
But first, before he left, he had to find Brandt and...what, explain? How
could
he when he didn't even understand himself? Didn't matter. He had to try, had to see the man he loved one more time before he disappeared forever.
Shaking, Gabriel got out of the shower, clothed himself and grabbed his keys. It took twenty minutes to get to Brandt's place and he used his spare key to go inside the darkened apartment. Ethan arrived not long after, surprised to see Gabriel there.
Yeah right. Where else would I go?
Gabriel expected Brandt's rage, his scorn. He expected to get the shit kicked out of him. Only, things didn't pan out like he'd thought they would. No, that's not true. It
started
like he thought it would and for a moment there he thought it would end that way too.
But for the kiss.
It was the most magical, most bewildering, most
surprising
kiss Gabriel had ever experienced. It didn't last long, that first contact. It wasn't especially passionate or even coordinated. And yet it held all the power of something that had been building for years. It lit Gabriel up like a Roman candle. And then it was followed by a rain of many more until each kiss had no beginning and no end, just one infinite cord of passion connecting Ethan to Gabriel.
Now they were both drunk off their asses and the confessions were flowing freely. Brandt was giggling hysterically.
"You went back to Camp & Dragg by yourself to buy underwear?"
Gabriel blushed furiously but was unable to stop a smile.
"Uh, yeah."
"Hahahahaha!" Tears were running down Brandt's face. "That must've been interesting. Did good ol' Bryce cop a feel?"
"Several," answered Gabriel, now laughing himself. "He wanted me to, uh,
bone up
for a proper fitting."
That set his partner off even more and Brandt was now rolling around on the floor.
"And did you? Did you give a dog a bone?" Gabriel didn't answer but he didn't have to, his red cheeks said it all. "You did! Didn't you?"
"Bryce nearly passed out."
"Hahaha! I'll bet he did.
I
nearly passed out tonight when I saw that monster," Brandt giggled. Gabriel glowed with drunken pride at the compliment to his manhood. "How the hell did it happen? You didn't let Bryce...pump you up, did you?"
"Ah, no. I was just, uh, thinking of you and..." Gabriel raised his fist in 'salute', sending Brandt into another fit of laughter. When it died down, Ethan was a bit more serious.
"Wait. You got hard thinking of me?" Ethan had a shy smile on his face that was downright adorable.
"Always," Gabe replied with a crooked grin.
The smile faded from his partner's lips, giving way to a scorching look in his eyes.
"And are you hard now?" Brandt asked, his voice deepening. He wet his lips slowly, having noticed Gabriel track the movement whenever he did it.
"Come and find out," Gabriel challenged hoarsely, his own desire coming through his words. He'd been achingly erect ever since the kiss and his cock wasn't going down without help.
Brandt stifled a grin, biting his lip saucily. Without a word, he picked up the almost empty Jaeger bottle from next to the dozen empty beer bottles, poured a shot and slammed it. Ethan then crawled over on all fours to where Gabriel sat in an arm chair. Gabe straightened up a little, swallowing visibly at the sexy sight of a barefoot Ethan prowling across the floor like a jungle cat, wearing a white t-shirt, riding up his torso, and loose-fit ripped jeans, riding low on his hips. Gabriel allowed his legs to fall open, giving his partner access as Brandt came to a stop, kneeling between his own bare feet.
Gabriel's pulse thundered as Ethan ran a finger up from his ankle to his knee. Then from his knee, a hand skimmed up his thigh, inside the leg of his cargo shorts. He hissed as Ethan's palm pressed into his crotch. A gentle massage over his underwear, following the ridge of his penis from root to tip, made him groan.
"
Fuck
," he whispered, his cock pulsing in Ethan's hand. Licking his lips again, Ethan smiled lop-sidedly, pleased with what he'd found.
Twenty-four hours ago, Gabriel couldn't conceive of a situation where Brandt would willingly rub his erect cock. Hell,
four
hours ago he couldn't imagine it. But here they were, an inebriated Brandt with his hand up Gabriel's shorts, squeezing his partner's erection.
"Mmmm, yes. You do feel a little hard to me," Brandt teased.
"Ohhh... You sure? Maybe you should take a closer look," Gabriel murmured, his voice rough and thick with arousal.
Brandt grinned wickedly, tugging loose Gabriel's belt, unbuttoning his fly and with help from Gabe lifting his ass, pulling his shorts and underwear down over his cock, down past his knees to pool at his ankles. Gabriel sat back, his hard-on pointing at the ceiling, and watched with heated eyes as Brandt just stared at his penis.
"Fuck me, 's a
lot
bigger in person," Brandt slurred a little. "Can I play with it?"
Do you even have to ask? Play with my cock any time you like, baby.
Gabe bit back his amusement and nodded his permission. Ethan's eyes lit up as he reached hesitantly to wrap a hand around Gabriel's cock.
"Unnhh!" Gabe grunted, pleasure shooting through him like he was just electrocuted by ecstasy. He was surprised by the firmness of his best friend's grip. Gabriel was used to women handling his penis like a poisonous snake that would spit and bite at them at any moment. But Ethan held his cock confidently, instinctively starting to stroke the shaft with just the right amount of pressure.
I guess when a guy holds a hard dick, he's gotta stroke it.
"Hohhhh god...feels good," Gabriel mumbled quietly, closing his eyes.
"Huh." Brandt was matter-of-fact, in his own world of discovery, oblivious to the effect of his touch on his partner. "Never touched another dick before. Feels weird. Like 'm touching m'self but not feeling any of the pleasure." Brandt was slowly but skillfully jacking the cock while commenting absently on the experience. He had yet to be fully aware of what exquisite torture he was inflicting on Gabriel, didn't seem to realise he was pleasuring his best friend. "Feels silky soft and hard at the same time, just like my cock. This is fun!"
"Uhhhshit...don't stop..." Gabriel was panting and groaning, thrusting his hips up into Brandt's fist. Pre-cum welled at his piss slit and trickled down to Brandt's hand.
That's when he noticed his partner's silence and Gabe opened his eyes. Brandt's jaw had dropped open and his eyes were glazed over, full of awed amazement and hunger, and flickering between Gabriel's face and the handjob. It finally seemed to dawn on his drunken friend that he was driving Gabe crazy with his slow stroking hand. His impaired mind had only just connected his innocent exploration to his best friend's moaning and writhing.
"Oh my god," Brandt breathed in shock. "Am I...? Am I making you feel good? By doing this?"
"Hohhhyeah...fuck, Ethan! Don't...stop! Uhh rub my dick..."
"Oh...wow!" A slow, devilish grin broke out on Brandt's face. "Jesus, you look really fucking sexy when you're all hot and horny like that, Gabe."
"God...fuck! Unnh..." Gabriel was going completely insane. His cock was pulsing and his muscular body was twitching with tiny shocks of pleasure.
Brandt's hand and his penis were drenched in his pre-cum and the wet sounds of the handjob as Ethan stroked with every tick of the clock was making them both horny. These maddeningly slow-but-firm pulls on his shaft were nowhere near adequate to get Gabriel off but more than enough to keep him in an urgent state of arousal. And now Brandt seemed to know it.
"Awwfuck, what're y' doing t' me? Ethan...
Uhhhplease
..."
"Please what, Gabriel?" Brandt purred.
"Ohhhh...gotta fuck something, need t' cum..."
"What was that? Can't hear you?" Brandt teased. "What is it you want, baby?"
"Grrrrfuck! Unnhh!" Gabe growled, crazy with lust. "Ahh, jerk my fucking cock!
