Page 31 of Out of Bounds

He found itreallyhot. His sweat was that much of a turn on. Brennan caught a flash in his mind of Cliff holding his shirt to his nose while feverishly masturbating, whimpering Brennan’s name as he came.

He swallowed hard.

Cliff looked at his feet and covered his eyes. “Take your shirts and go.”

“Is that what you do?”

Cliff nodded.

Brennan’s shorts tightened with his stiffening cock. His bulge was jutting out, and he didn’t try to hide it. “Tell me what you do.”

“Brennan…”

“Tell me,” he said with a calm force that made Cliff look up. He lifted the FSA shirt to his nose and inhaled the faint musky remnants of Cliff’s come.

He adjusted himself in plain view of Cliff, who took notice before looking away.

“Close your eyes and tell me.”

Cliff did as instructed. His full lips quivered, and Brennan imagined sliding his cock over them.

“I...I lay in my bed at night, and I hold your shirt to my nose.” The creases and stress lines squeezing his face relaxed themselves. “It makes me feel like you’re on top of me, controlling me. Like you did on your bed.”

“Fuck.” Brennan bit back a moan. He stroked his erection through his shorts.

Cliff’s desperate groan played in his head.

“You’re making me do things...And then I come all over myself.”

He could see the weight lifting off Cliff’s body as he spoke his true desires. Listening to his fantasy emboldened Brennan.

“You like the way this smells?” Brennan held up his shirts.

Cliff nodded yes.

He dropped them to the ground. Brennan sunk his hand into his shorts and readjusted his aching balls and hard cock. He held his fingers up to Cliff’s nose.

He leaned forward and closed his eyes to inhale. Brennan watched his lips bite back the faintest tells of pleasure.

“You like that?” Brennan asked.

Without prompting, Cliff smelled it again. His eyelashes fluttered as he inhaled the musky scent. Brennan’s mesh exercise shorts tented so much, a fucking circus could be held in there.

“Very good.”

Cliff’s eyes went wide with excitement.

He pulled back his hand, leaving Cliff in a state of wanting, his pupils wide and hungry. “I promise none of this leaves this room, and we can stop at any time. Do you want me to stop?”

Brennan wanted to make sure Cliff was all right and that none of this was happening against his will.

“Don’t stop.”

Don’t stopwas a million times sexier thanno. He wondered if Cliff knew that and was baiting him.

Brennan took him by the polo, smelling his fresh scent mixed with deodorant and cologne. A stark contrast to Brennan’s sweaty, messy self.

“Smell.” Brennan pulled him down to his chest.