#breaking back

“Jesus, like fuckin’ cats and dogs or whatever out there.” He says followed by a sigh.

His keys continuously jingled in his hand when he straightened back up and spun them on his index finger. He padded over to the entrance of the kitchen, dropping his keys on the breakfast bar. 

“Hey, baby.” Brandon greeted sweetly, a soft smile playing on his lips as you dropped down from your seat on the counter. 

His arms wrap completely around you, swallowing you whole in the jacket he was wearing. His cheek rests on top of your head while rocking back and forth where your feet lift a little off the ground. But not in a way that’s whipped you around, more like a comforting sway that makes you feel so loved in his embrace. 

He smells faintly of cigarettes and cheap cologne he probably bought from walmart. 

But it was so unbelievably and undeniably him. The warmth and passion radiates from his very being as he brings you closer and cups your cheek, bringing you in for a searingly passionate kiss, his lips soft and welcoming as they move against yours, making it feel as if the time was slowing down as he brought you impossibly closer with a gentle pull of your jaw. 

One of his arms is still fully wrapped around your middle, still rocking the both of you in a gentle sway, his other hand slowly making its way to the back of your neck as the kiss deepens, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. 

It was almost impossible to describe how much love you felt for him, the closest thing you could even think of was one simple word. Ecstasy.

“I love you.” He whispered so quietly against your lips once you separated. 

It was hard to hear him over the rushing sound and heart thumps in your ears. Your eyes fluttered open only to be met with the beautiful grin of the man you found yourself so unbelievably infatuated with. His blue eyes practically sparkled as they looked into yours. 

“So much.” He brought you back in, his kiss a bit more searing this time. 

The microwave beeps for maybe the third time, but it fell on deaf ears as you melted against him. 

You feel his arm unlock from its hold around your waist, dropping down to your hand just as he pulls away from your lips. He walks backwards and pulls you towards the living room, a soft grin on his face before he turns around and guides you towards the couch. 

Once there he turns back towards you and brings you in for another kiss, helping you sink slowly down to the couch until you're laying with your head against the cushion, and he’s settling between your legs. His hand comes up to take hold of the back of your neck, his thumb pushing gently against your jaw and tilting your head upwards as he trails his lips from yours to your neck. 

“Fuck.” You whisper quietly when you feel him bite down just a little, surely trying to leave a few marks for him to marvel at later. 

His hands were so gentle against your body as one trailed from your neck, down your chest, and stayed perched at the dip of your waist just above your hip. His other hand gripped onto your thigh, guiding your leg to bend and press against his own hip. 

His hips ground just barely against your other thigh, allowing you to feel his erection that strained against the zipper of his pants. A whisper of a moan came from his lips at the miniscule amount of friction, his forehead pressing against your neck before lifting his head and looking at you. 

“Brandon.” Your fingers bury themselves in his hair, bringing him in for a swift kiss and whispering “Please.” against his lips.