โUhm,โ Brandon said, hesitantly. โIโll goโIโm going homeโDone with todayโs work.โโYou arenโt going anywhere yet,โ Ethan said, looking at him with those black, creepy eyes.What?Brandon watched, frozen, as Ethan started unbuckling his belt before unzipping his suit pants. Oh, fuck. This couldnโt be happening. This couldnโt be fucking happening. But it was happening. Ethan was pulling his cock out. His half-hard cock.Staring at it, Brandon had a sudden, frantic thought that the asshole wasnโt lying about the condom size.โGet me a condom,โ Ethan said in a low voice.Right. A condom. Of course, that was why Ethan wanted him to stay. But wasnโt this asshole concerned about what Brandon thought? What if he leaked this to everyone else? Well, as far as Ethan was concerned, he was a โyou can go fuck yourself, man.โHis relief nearly making him dizzy, Brandon reached into the desk drawer where heโd put the condoms and retrieved one, hating himself a little for how well Ethan had him traine
Ethan accepting that someone else was right was terrifying.โI did need a release,โ he said.Brandon cleared his throat, hoping he didnโt look as weirded out as he felt. Hearing about s*x from Ethan made him so uncomfortable. How could the man be so at ease talking about it? They were both guys. Guys talked about s*x all the time, so often that it lost all meaning. And yet, hearing it from Ethanโฆ it was weird.โWow, so you actually admit that I was right about something?โ Brandon said, trying not to show how uneasy he felt.Ethan shrugged, leaning back in his chair and loosening his tie a little. His gaze remained fixed on Brandon in a manner that made him more nervous by the minute. โYou did have a point: I am built differently, and I am less tolerant and so edgy when Iโm sexually frustrated.โBrandon looked pointedly at the seat the directors had just vacated. โYou werenโt very tolerant just now. Do you need to get laid again?โEthan smiled a little, but his eyes remained serious and
Events took a different turn when family affairs became Wings Groupโs reckoning today. On the day Brandon and Ethan were supposed to make a trip to China to monitor the expansion of the Jet hangars there and finish the acquisition of a hotel that had gone bankrupt, Ethanโs father, Mr. Asher, sent over a dozen boxes. By Ethanโs expression, the boxes held many unhappy details. Although he restricted everyone from accessing them, including Brandon, he practically sent everyone out of the office as he went through them. No one was able to get hold of what was inside.โHas this ever happened?โ Brandon asked Brenda, his gossip partner.โNo. This is, in fact, the first time he is paying attention to this unit,โ Brenda answered.โWhat could possibly be in there, pissing Mr. Never Bothered off?โโIf only we knew.โโI am going in,โ Brandon announced.โThat would be a terrible idea. You will be risking your job. Whenever he wants space, we all respect that, no matter how soft he has grown toward
Ethan knew he couldnโt feel anything less than gratitude toward Brandon for saving him numerous times. Now, the thought of women was far-fetched in his busy mind. Not that theyโve always had his attention . The pleasure he got just from Brandon jerking him off could never be compared to the climax he got from pounding those different holes. This was better.His nightmares had subsided, and the worry about his father had almost vanishedโall because Brandon was doing a better job than Ethanโs casual encounters ever did.That was how the whole arrangement had started. Brandon now gave Ethan hand jobs whenever neededโpun intended. It was both extremely weird and oddly routine. Ethan didnโt treat Brandon any differently just because he relieved his tension. Brandon didnโt deceive himself into thinking the arrangement was more than just a matter of convenience for Ethan. Now, Ethan didnโt have to find time to seek release. He was certain no other sane person would accept such an arrangement
Ethan shrugged and leaned back in his chair, his posture confident and so very male. โSo am I,โ he said. โSo what?โThe nerve of him. Brandon could only open and close his mouth wordlessly, absolutely speechless.There was a knock on the door. โTheyโre here, sir,โ Beckyโs muffled voice sounded through the door.Brandon jerked his hand away from Ethanโs c*ck, but the *ssh*l* grabbed it and kept it where it was. โGive me a minute,โ Ethan called out before shifting his gaze back to Brandon and lowering his voice. โWell? Are you going to make an entire team of pilots wait?โBrandon could very well choose death over being in this situation at the moment. It was easy for Ethan because he was used to getting things done for him, but not for Brandon. This was his first crazy experiment, and he wasnโt appreciating it much. How could the same man ask another man, no matter how beautiful his body and decent his d*ck, to do something like this? Ethan was well-trained in making Brandon quit, but t
Brandon would like to say his life had changed monumentally after putting a c*ck in his mouth, but... it didnโt. He didnโt feel any different. It had been weird at first, but he wasnโt really freaking out or traumatized or anything like that. But then again, why would he be? It wasnโt s*x. Neither of them considered that s*x. It was just a convenience thing for Ethanโand a way to get on Brandonโs nerves, no doubtโand just another tedious task for Brandon, one of the many that were part of his job. It wasnโt even the most unpleasant task if he didnโt fixate on the weirdness of the fact that he had another manโs c*ck in his mouthโevery d*mn day. Because it seemed hand jobs werenโt enough for Ethan anymore. The greedy son-of-a-b*tch wanted his mouth.Not that Brandon didnโt get it. He did. He was a guy, too. As a guy, he would always prefer even an amateur blowjob to a hand job. And Brandon didnโt flatter himself by thinking that his blowjobs were anything but amateur. He had improved so
The answer displeased Brandon, but he couldn't do anything. Knowing a lot about good business strategies, Eliot Bassett would've been an amazing opportunity. Well, Ethan runs the show and knows how to handle his loss better."Do you have a location in mind for the meeting? I mean the one with Navida?" Brandon asked, trying to shift his focus.โYou will be representing me,โ Ethan replied curtly.โYouโll have to attend this yourself,โ Brandon insisted. โI donโt think theyโll believe that Iโm standing in for you. Besides, I know nothing about chauffeuring.""Then learn it!" Ethan snapped."This would be another bad call."Ethan heaved a sigh but nodded, stretching out his hand, a silent command to give him his work phone.After finding the right contact, Brandon handed the phone to him and then stepped closer. Dropping the new shirt on the desk, Brandon resumed where Ethan had left off. He wasn't interested in the phone conversation; he was too busy feeling bad about the rejection of Eli
While Britney was still with Brandon, an idea struck her. She proposed that he watch his emotions while around Ethan. For all they knew, he might be misinterpreting his feelings. Until he was certain, he shouldnโt worry. First, their lineage held strong views against same-s*x relationships. It would be a huge deal once anyone learned of it. Britney wasnโt being judgmental; she would walk any length for her brother. She loved him that much.Even though Brandon was trying to put up a tough attitude, he really wanted to say yes. He couldnโt imagine being around Ethan after what had happened. As dumb as it might make him sound, heโd never expected to get aroused from sucking his bossโs d*ckโit could never happen again. He knew it wasnโt right. What would his community say? How about...His ringtone prevented him from thinking further.Flinching, Brandon pulled his phone out of his pocket. *ssh*l*, the Caller ID said. Brandonโs heart started beating faster.โIs that him?โBrandon nodded mi
Christmas...The warmth of the fireplace filled the room, the crackling of the flames blending with the soft hum of Christmas carols playing in the background. The Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner, its branches covered in twinkling lights and delicate ornaments that shimmered in the soft glow. Outside, snow fell gently, blanketing the world in a peaceful white. Inside, the laughter of family could be heard through the house, filling every corner with love and joy.Around the large dining table, everyone was gathered. Nana, looking radiant and content, cradled one of her twin boys in her arms while the other rested peacefully in a bassinet nearby. She'd given birth two weeks ago and everyone has been supportive.Her recovery over the past few months had been nothing short of miraculous, and the glow on her face was proof of the happiness she had found. She and Brandon had grown close, their bond deepening as they shared stories and leaned on each other through the ups and dow
A WEEK LATER...The sky was painted in shades of soft blues and blush pinks, with the occasional puff of cloud dotting the horizon. Birds soared high, their wings glinting in the sunlight, as if celebrating alongside the hundreds of guests below. There was something in the airโsomething gentle and full of love, as though the universe itself was smiling down on this day. The slow ringing of bells hummed throughout the city, the sound weaving its way through the streets and gardens where the wedding was about to take place.The garden itself was like something out of a fairytale. A vast space covered in greenery, with towering trees draped in delicate white flowers. Tiny twinkling lights were strung between the branches, looking magical. The path leading to the altar was lined with blooming roses in every color imaginable, reds and whites swirling together like a painterโs masterpiece. Chandeliers hung from the arches, their crystals catching the sun, reflecting rainbows onto the guests
They made it through every storm, and now, they would live to love and cherish.*****With Aldo's help and Ethanโs connections, it didnโt take long to find Nana. Ethan and Brandon were stepping out of the car, breathing in the damp, cold air of Ireland as they looked at the modest house ahead. Ethan already disliked the neighbourhood. He hadnโt seen his sister in years, and he wasnโt sure how heโd react. He squeezed Brandonโs hand, a nervous energy running through him.Brandon, ever the optimist, linked arms with him and smiled. โWeโll handle this together,โ he whispered.The porch creaked beneath their feet as they walked up to the door. Ethan raised his hand, knocking with a hesitation he wasnโt used to feeling. A few moments passed, and finally, the door creaked open.โNaโโ The name caught in Ethanโs throat. The woman standing before him, her body hunched as if she'd age five times more. She barely resembled the sister he once knew. But her eyesโthose distinct, beautiful blue eyes
Collins stood in front of Brandon, his smile warm, though his eyes held scars and sadness of years lost. His suit, while simple, fit him perfectly, and despite everything he had been through, he looked healthier, more at ease than Brandon had seen in years. There was something peaceful about him nowโa quietness that only comes with closure.โHeโs just trying to be nice,โ Collins said, grinning at Brandon. โBut Iโll tell you, your man really went all out to find me. Ethan had me tracked down, got me out of that mess I was in. Then he hired one of the best lawyers in the country. Weโre still working on clearing my record entirely, but itโs in motion.โBrandon looked at Ethan, his heart filled with gratitude. He had known Ethan was working behind the scenes to find his father, but he hadnโt realized the lengths Ethan had gone to. It was overwhelming, this outpouring of love, this commitment to not just him but his family.โI... I donโt know what to say,โ Brandon whispered, his voice catc
One moth later...A month had passed, and the world outside felt a little less dangerous. The sun hung high in the sky, its warmth spilling over the quiet garden outside Ethan's home. The smell of fresh herbs filling the air, and the birds sang in the trees, oblivious to the trials that had brought Brandon and Ethan to this moment. Inside the house, you could perceive the scent of warm bread and sizzling bacon, the morning routine continuing as usual.Brandon stood in the kitchen, setting out breakfast with careful hands, his mind only half-focused on the task. His heart, though, had never been more full. He glanced toward the living room where Ethan sat, propped up on the couch, still pale but improving with every day. There was color in his cheeks now, though he was often feverish, and his woundโa constant source of worryโhad gotten infected twice in the past few weeks. But with a team of specialists and round-the-clock care, Ethan was healing.In the beginning, it had been terrifyi
In the midst of the chaos, a strong hand suddenly grabbed Elizabethโs arm, yanking her away from the craneโs remote. The container stopped just inches above the crumpled car, leaving Brandon shaken but still alive. His breaths were ragged, his body trembling with fear. He would never forget surviving this near-death experienceEthanโs knees buckled beneath him, the adrenaline fading as the blood loss caught up. He exhaled sharply, fighting to stay conscious, but the world was spinning. Strong arms caught him before he collapsed completely, and through his fading vision, he saw Carterโs worried face hovering above him."We got here just in time," Carter said, his voice calm but his eyes filled with concern. "Hang on, Ethan."Ethanโs voice was faint. "Brandonโฆ is he okay?"Carter nodded, glancing toward the car where medics were pulling Brandon out. "Heโs fine. You saved him."Ethan closed his eyes for a moment, the exhaustion too much for him to handle. He had fought with everything he
Noahโs expression darkened. "She found out about my real businessโhuman trafficking, organ harvesting. She was going to expose me. And yes, I killed her with my own hands. She wasnโt afraid of me. She loved you more than she ever loved me." His voice took on a cold edge. "So I made her pay for it."Grief and anger choked Ethan. "She was five months pregnant, Noah. Pregnant with your son. She was everything I ever wanted in a mother, and you took her from me.""I can have as many children as I want, Ethan. But if I were caught, my business, my reputationโeverything I built would be gone. I wonโt be taken down because of some woman."Brandon, from the crushed remains of his hope, couldnโt stay silent. "Itโs always been about you, hasnโt it, Noah? Your ego. Your reputation. You destroyed my family and yours because all you care about is power.""Shut your mouth, bitch," Elizabeth snapped, slapping him hard across the face. "You know nothing about power."Ethan, his voice hoarse from the
Ethanโs fist landed with brutal precision, sinking into Ethanโs stomach. Ethan doubled over in pain, gasping as he felt the burn spread through his abdomen. His hand instinctively flew to the spot, feeling the sting of fresh blood where the wound was."You son of a bitch," Ethan spat between ragged breaths, his eyes burning with defiance.Noah, towering over him with a twisted smirk, gripped Ethanโs jaw, forcing him to look up. "How dare you call me mad, you son of a whore? A mere slave," Noah growled, tightening his hold.Ethan laughed bitterly, the sound more of a wince than amusement. "I see youโve gone mentally unstable too, father," he mocked. "How am I the son of a slave? Last I checked, you were just a sperm donor. And as for being a slave, well, maybe to your greed, your adultery, and your lies."Noahโs eyes flared, and his grip on Ethanโs jaw tightened, making it difficult for him to speak. "I made you," Noah hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "And Iโll break you.""Youโv
Ethan staggered forward, his hand pressed against his stomach, trying to stanch the bleeding. Outside, it began to rain.His breath came in ragged bursts as he pushed through the sheets of rain that poured down on him. Brandon was just ahead, darkness in the storm, sprinting as though he could outrun everything crushing him from behind."Brandon, wait!" Ethanโs voice was hoarse, almost swallowed by the roaring wind and rolling thunder. Each step sent a fresh jolt of pain through his body, but he kept moving, forcing himself onward. He had to catch him.Brandon didnโt stop. He didnโt even slow down. His feet pounded against the pavement, faster and faster, as if the rain pouring over his face was washing away the memoriesโthe lies, the betrayal, all of it. His chest burned, and his heart screamed louder than the storm, but he couldnโt stop now. He wouldnโt.Ethanโs words cut through the rain. "I didnโt kill anyone, Brandon!" His voice broke, desperate.Brandon spun around, his face twis