Coming Home: Davis Brothers Ch. 04

He banged his head against the door again. If he got into the truck, he might be able to find him. If he even wanted to be found. He couldn't be too far away, not on foot. He had to take the chance. He stood up straight and unclipped his keys from his belt.

Yip!

Brandon drew in a breath and turned towards the bark. He moved around the truck. "Ricky!" he shouted and gave a whistle. "Here boy!"

Another Yip!, closer this time.

Brandon rushed to the end of the driveway. Ricky was running along the side of the road towards him, his little legs moving a hundred miles an hour. Brandon bent down and scooped the ugly little dog up and gave him a kiss on his head. "Where's your daddy? Huh? Where's Lonnie?"

Ricky barked and started to squirm. Brandon set the dog down and he took off running. He stopped and looked back at Brandon, barked, then kept on running. Brandon started walking after Ricky, but decided he should take the truck. "Ricky! C'mere, boy."

Ricky barked back at Brandon, but refused to come back. He ran around in circles, wanting Brandon to follow. Brandon went to this truck and backed out of the driveway and slowly drove to where Ricky was waiting. He leaned over and pushed open the passenger door. "C'mon. Get in, little ugly."

It took two tries, but Ricky jumped up into the cab, his feet scrabbling to get purchase. Once he got in, he hopped up onto the seat. Brandon reached over and pulled the door shut and put the truck into drive. Ricky leaned his front paws on the door to look out the window.

They didn't have to drive very far. Brandon spotted him right away. The small figure walked along the side of the road, dragging two bags with him.

Brandon pulled up behind him and honked the horn, scaring the crap out of the boy, almost sending him into the ditch.

"Sorry!"

Brandon got out of the truck and scooped Lonnie into his arms.

"Brandon? Wh--"

Brandon grabbed Lonnie's face in his hands and pressed his mouth against his. Lonnie dropped the bags on the ground and let out a soft whimper. He let Brandon completely ravish his mouth.

Brandon finally broke the kiss, reached down and grabbed the bags and tossed them into the back of the truck.

"Brandon? What... What are you doing?"

Brandon turned and grabbed Lonnie as he started to step away. He gently rolled Lonnie, until his back was against the truck. He reached up and stroked a lock of hair off his forehead. "I'm sorry, cupcake," he whispered. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

Lonnie looked up at the giant man, wanting so desperately to believe him. It had really hurt to be used like that, especially by someone you had developed real feelings for.

Brandon's voice quivered as he continued. "You make me happy. Happier than I've been in a long time... maybe ever. But you also scare the shit out of me, you know? I don't know where this thing between us is going to go, but I know that I want to keep going. But you're gonna have to be patient with me. Can you do that, Lonnie? Please."

Lonnie nodded. "Yeah." A tear spilled down his cheek and Brandon reached up and wiped it away.

Brandon leaned down and gently pressed his lips against his boy's. "C'mon. Let's go home."

Lonnie grabbed Brandon's arm. "Wait."

Brandon pulled him close and looked down. He swallowed nervously, waiting for Lonnie to speak.

"You really hurt me, Brandon." Brandon opened his mouth, but Lonnie stopped him with his hand. "No. Just listen for a sec. I can't help how I feel and I won't apologize for it. But I want you to know that I shared something special with you and you used that to hurt me. If you ever do that again, there won't be a second chance. I can be patient, but I won't be a doormat. And if you think you can just hide me away in the closet, that's not gonna work either."

Lonnie started to get worked up and Brandon's eyes widened as Lonnie's voice got louder. Lonnie put one hand on his hip, while the other poked Brandon's chest..

"And the next time you want to use the word 'faggot', think of the faces of people you love, like your brother and Benji. What would you do, how would you feel, if someone called Benji that?"

Hearing that hateful word coming from his boy's mouth was a harsh reality check. If Brandon heard anyone call Benji or Lonnie... that word... he would go ballistic and kill the motherfucker. 'I'm a fucking asshole,' Brandon thought. Maybe he didn't deserve another chance, but he desperately needed Lonnie to give it. He might even beg.

"Oh, and if you think I'm gonna sit around by myself in the dark, at your beck and call, waiting until you decide you want to come get laid, you got another thing coming. I want a relationship. I am not your fuck toy." He finally noticed Brandon's wide eyes and hanging jaw. He stopped and took a breath and calmed himself. "Okay. Sorry. I'm calm now."

"Damn, cupcake." Brandon might have laughed, but he decided that he didn't want to get chewed out. His cupcake was a firecracker!

Lonnie's face flushed. He hadn't meant to get worked up like that. "So, is that understood? Can you handle that?"

"Yeah, Lonnie, understood. I can, and I am sorry. I know I'm a dick, but I'm gonna try real hard to make it up to you. I just can't deny you or this attraction between us anymore. I wanna give this thing a chance. I promise. Everything will be okay. I swear."

Lonnie looked at Brandon, studying his face. Satisfied that Brandon meant it, he gave a nod. "Okay then. Let's go."

With a grin on his face, Brandon opened the passenger door of the truck. Lonnie stepped onto the running board and Brandon helped him in, 'accidentally' brushing his hand down the swell of his round ass. Lonnie jumped in surprise and looked back at Brandon. Brandon snickered and wiggled his eyebrows.

Lonnie settled in the seat and Ricky bounced into his lap. He watched with his mouth open in shock as Brandon shut the door and jogged around to the driver's side. Brandon was smiling, and his face radiated joy. His body moved in a more fluid manner, as if he was suddenly weightless. Could it be that he really wanted Lonnie? Was he really going to do this?

Lonnie knew that he would have to guard his heart to keep it from being shattered, but he also knew that would prove to be hopelessly impossible where Brandon was concerned. He was already crazy in love with him. The older man was everything he wanted in a partner: big, strong, dominant, protective, passionate... and, oh my god, just amazing in bed.

Brandon started the engine of his pickup truck and looked over at Lonnie as he put it in gear. He was holding his ugly little dog in his lap, gently rubbing his back. Lonnie looked over at Brandon through his bangs. He reached up and brushed a lock of his silky black hair out of his eyes and gave Brandon a hesitant smile.

Brandon could see that Lonnie was holding back, but he could also see the hopefulness. Despite Lonnie's little tirade, Brandon knew that Lonnie was scared and unsure. He would just have to prove to Lonnie that he was serious about this. This relationship.

He reached over and took Lonnie's hand and brought it to his mouth. He kissed the back of it, then let it rest on his thigh, their fingers intertwined.

As Brandon pulled onto the road and began driving, Lonnie looked over his shoulder out the truck's back window. "Wait-- Where are we going?"

Still smiling that goofy smile, Brandon kept his eyes on the road. "We're going home, cupcake."

***

"Home sweet home."

Brandon dropped his keys onto the small table just inside the front door. He pulled off his favorite ball cap and dropped it onto the table, covering the keys.

Lonnie looked around Brandon's modest home. Definitely a bachelor pad. He didn't even have any pictures or art on the walls, though there were visible holes where things may have hung at one time. The living room had two old recliners in front of a huge flat screen TV with a folding TV tray in between... and that was it. No couch, no coffee table, nothing. The dining area had a card table and four folding chairs. There was a used paper plate and a red disposable party cup sitting on the table with some empty beer bottles. It all looked so lonely.

Brandon looked at Lonnie and shrugged, knowing exactly what the younger man was thinking. "My ex-wife took most of the stuff when she moved out."

Lonnie nodded. He didn't really want to deal with that can of worms, so he decided to pretend like he never heard mention of the ex-wife. Who was apparently the dumbest bitch in the world if she had someone like Brandon and then left him.

'Oh well, finder's keepers, and all that,' Lonnie thought as he smiled to himself.

He followed Brandon's wide form through the hallway until he stopped outside the bedroom.

Brandon turned around and looked down at Lonnie. "I got a guest room with a small twin bed. You can stay in there, if you want. I don't want you to feel like you have to sleep with me."

"You don't want me to sleep with you?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying. I don't want you to feel like you have to. Like... I don't know... payment."

"I understand. Can I stay with you because I want to?"

"Yeah," Brandon breathed a sigh of relief before he mumbled, "thank god." He paused for a second, wanting to think of what he wanted to say. "I want you to think of this as your home, Lonnie. Do you know what I'm saying?"

Lonnie nodded. His heart pounded in his chest. He had just moved in with Brandon.

Brandon carried Lonnie's 'luggage' into the master bedroom and set the bags down by the closet. There was plenty of empty space in the closet for Lonnie's things. They could unpack later.

When Ricky hopped up onto the bed, Brandon frowned. He rifled through the bags and gathered up Lonnie's blankets. He went out into the living room and carved out a corner for the little dog, making a comfy bed out of the blankets. Ricky eyed the bed of blankets suspiciously, then followed Brandon back to the bedroom. Brandon shut the door on him and ignored the annoyed bark.

Lonnie looked around the bedroom and was honestly shocked. The room was barren. A ratty old Army green blanket covered the window, a sorry, albeit serviceable, excuse for a curtain. There was a large king-sized mattress and box spring set on a metal frame. There was basically a metal bar for a headboard and it didn't even have a footboard. The unmade bed was covered with a fluffy navy blue comforter and some tangled baby-blue sheets. Next to the bed was a small end table with a single drawer functioning as a nightstand. An LED alarm clock and a lamp sat on top of the table. Where a dresser might have sat, there was a laundry basket that had haphazardly folded clothes and rolled up socks stacked in it. A pair of huge cowboy boots and a pair of boat-sized sneakers lay scattered next to the basket on a tattered rug.

Lonnie took one more look around the room, then looked back at Brandon. Is this all that Brandon came home to every night? No wonder the big guy was so desperate for companionship. It tugged at Lonnie's heart and made him want him even more.

"Let's get ready for bed," Brandon said to Lonnie. He bent down and untied his work boots, then pushed off the boots with his toes and kicked them onto the rug with his other shoes.

There was a muffled 'yip' outside the door. Lonnie tried not to laugh. "Ricky likes to sleep with me."

"I can't... you know... with him in the room." Brandon's tongue wet his bottom lip as he stared at Lonnie lustfully.

Oh my. Lonnie blushed and turned away and squatted down and rooted around one of his bags and pulled out his toothbrush. He toed off his sneakers and set them next to Brandon's shoes, re-arranging all of them upright and in pairs, nice and neat. He followed Brandon into the small en-suite bathroom. Lonnie spied the toilet and shower and was relieved to see that they were clean. It was nice to see that Brandon wasn't a slob. The man had no decorating sense, but at least he was clean.

They stood at the sink together, brushing their teeth. Neither one spoke, just occasionally catching each other's eyes in the mirror.

When they finished, Brandon dropped his toothbrush back into one of the holes in the toothbrush cup. Lonnie hesitated for a second, unsure of what to do, when Brandon took the toothbrush from him and dropped it in next to his.

"Do you need to take a shower?" Brandon asked.

Lonnie shook his head. "No. I took one before I left."

Lonnie watched in stunned silence as Brandon proceeded to strip off all of his clothes. He tossed the clothes into a laundry hamper and Lonnie watched him walk back to the bedroom.

Lonnie couldn't help but stare at Brandon undress. He hadn't realized it until now, but he hadn't really seen him totally naked before. Sure, he had given him head a few times and they fucked once, but it was dark or dimly lit at best. Brandon's hooded dick flopped around as he moved, swinging between his thighs. Jesus, it was bigger soft than his was when it was fully hard. His chest hair was deep and thick all over his pecs, trailing a line downwards, where it flared out all over his soft and rounded belly before leading down to the furry over-grown bush surrounding his dick.

As Brandon turned and walked to the bedroom, he got a good look at his backside. His back was broad. His wide shoulders had a light dusting of hair on them. He had a nice thick patch of hair above the crack of his lightly furred ass, which looked big and muscular, like his tree-trunk thighs. Sure his tummy and waist were a little soft, but it made cuddling oh so good. And Lonnie loved to cuddle, especially with Brandon.

"Coming?" Brandon asked over his shoulder.

Suddenly feeling nervous, Lonnie swallowed and stripped off his own clothes. He hesitated for a moment, then tossed them into the hamper with Brandon's. He couldn't help but feel self-conscious at his nakedness as he followed Brandon to the bed. He knew that he was short and skinny. But Brandon liked that, at least it seemed that way from the way he looked at him.

Brandon turned off the overhead light and flipped the switch to turn on the ceiling fan to the lowest setting. He couldn't sleep well without a little air movement and noise.

He let out a deep breath as he walked towards the bed. When he had stripped in the bathroom, it was out of habit. He always slept naked. When he realized that Lonnie was watching him, he suddenly felt... exposed. Back in the day, he was built. These days he was a little softer and a little heavier. What would someone with a body like Lonnie think of him? Maybe he was worrying about nothing. Lonnie had said he loved him, right? And Lonnie seemed like he was more than satisfied when Brandon fucked him. He wouldn't have come so hard if he wasn't turned on by him, right?

Brandon straightened the sheets and comforter and crawled into bed, taking the side next to the table, closest to the door. Lonnie climbed over him and settled down on his other side. Brandon reached over to his nightstand and tapped the three-way lamp until it was on the lowest setting.

He turned onto his side, and slid an arm under Lonnie's neck. The other hand rested on Lonnie's flat stomach. "I figured we should probably talk."

Lonnie nodded. "Yeah."

Lonnie cuddled into Brandon's warm body, loving the way the cool, clean sheets felt and contrasted with the warmness of Brandon. The man's furry skin tickled his smooth skin, making him ache even more for Brandon's touch. His big, meaty hand was resting on his stomach. If he moved it down a little bit, he would feel how much Lonnie liked being with him like this. He turned his head and pressed his lips to Brandon's skin.

"I talked to my brother tonight," Brandon said quietly. "About you. And me."

"What did he say?"

"He said I shouldn't try to label myself, gay, straight, bi, whatever. I should do what makes me happy, be with whoever makes me happy."

"Your brother sounds smart. People do tend to get caught up in the alphabet soup."

"Alphabet soup?"

"You know, L. G. B. T. Q. I.," he said, then added with a snicker, "L-M-N-O-P."

"Oh." He let out a snort of laughter at Lonnie's silliness. "Lesbian, gay, bi... I don't know the other letters."

"Me neither," Lonnie chuckled. "No, I think 'Q' is questioning. That's where you fall, I guess. Maybe you're a 'B'? Or somewhere between 'B' and 'G'? Anyways, it doesn't really matter."

"Yeah... Like I said, this is all freaking me out a little bit."

"I can be patient, Brandon. I think you're worth it." Lonnie reached up and stroked his fingers over Brandon's beard. "You're so macho and studly, so handsome...."

Brandon blinked and stared at Lonnie, in shock. He searched the younger man's eyes and saw no deception. Only adoration. No one except his mother had ever called him handsome. "Thank you, cupcake," he whispered before he leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Lonnie's sweet lips.

"I know you said to be patient, but... I have to know... Are you mine, Brandon? I mean, you and me, we're together, right? I don't think I could be just a fuck buddy." He hated how insecure he sounded, but he really needed to make sure that Brandon's expectations were clear.

Brandon smiled and ran his fingers along Lonnie's jaw. "Yeah, baby. We're together. I didn't bring you here to be my fuck buddy. Though, there will be fucking if I have anything to say about it. Buddy."

Lonnie's grin lit up the room. "Pig."

Lonnie laughed when Brandon snorted loudly like a stuck pig. After their laughter settled, Lonnie laid his head on Brandon's arm. His hand trailed down to Brandon's furry belly and he began rubbing a slow circle.

Brandon suddenly felt self-conscious about the softness of his belly. Lonnie was so thin and beautiful, and he was a little bit overweight and a lot hairy. He put his hand on top of Lonnie's and stilled it.

"Does that bother you?" Lonnie whispered.

"No, but..."

After a moment, Lonnie said quietly, "I like you just the way you are, Brandon. I like how big you are, how hairy you are. You're perfect."

God, it was like Lonnie knew all of Brandon's fears. If Lonnie wanted to rub his hairy body, then Brandon would let him. Brandon moved his hand away and Lonnie resumed rubbing his belly. Brandon let out a happy groan and even though his cock was rock hard and throbbing, he felt himself being lulled into sleepiness.

Lonnie rubbed his hand over Brandon's pec. "You were in the service?" he asked as he traced the eagle emblem tattoo barely visible underneath his chest hair.

"Yeah. Army."

"You've got great tattoos," he said as he outlined the 'fighting Irish' man on his upper arm with his fingers. Brandon lifted slightly so that he could show Lonnie his other arm. Lonnie ran his hand over the three-inch tall celtic armband.

Brandon looked down at Lonnie's hand. "That was the first one I got."

"It's sexy. You're a sexy bear."

"Glad you like 'em." Brandon liked being called sexy. He didn't exactly feel sexy, but it felt fucking awesome that Lonnie thought so. "What's a bear?"

"A big, hairy guy."

"Oh. That's me for sure."

"Yup. You're my bear." Lonnie leaned in and kissed Brandon's chest, then nuzzled his nose against Brandon's beard.

Lonnie pulled back and covered his mouth with his hand as he started to yawn. "Sorry."

"Go to sleep, cupcake," Brandon whispered. "We can talk more in the morning."

"Your bed is so big and comfy," Lonnie whispered groggily. "And you're so warm."

Brandon watched as his beautiful little man quickly fell asleep in his arms. He really did look like an angel as he softly snuffled in his sleep, with his face pressed against Brandon's soft and furry chest. His cute little nose breathed in and out, his breath warm against Brandon's skin. And those little brown freckles across his nose were so damn cute.