Chapter 16 - Boiling Point

Chapter 16

The next morning Brandon looked as shitty as Ezekiel felt. Almost as though his night had been filled with an erotic parade of sex dreams with no release or freedom in sight. They nearly ran each other down in the hall leading to the stairwell as they each rushed down to the kitchen.

Coming around the corner Ezekiels was already aware that he would be standing at the hallway exit. Brandon’s strong scent flowered the air, heavy, and sharp it alerted Ezekiels to his presence.

But when he got there....Ezekiel was taken in.

Brandon was leaning with his back to the railing. And his head was bowed forward in silent contemplation. He was dressed in a white tee that seemed to enhance the normally hard to detect muscularity of his form. He was also sporting a long pair of jeans, which bunched up around the top of the boots that he had taken to wearing every morning. Stood with his arms crossed, and his long legs crossed at the ankles....and the ever-present black leather gloves stra