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This is an anniversary present for Lyndsey. Happy anniversary, baby! ^_^
Title: Unspoken
Author: Clay
Pairing: Braeden/Sean
Rating: NC-17
Summary/Author’s Note: There is a plot here, but it’s inconsequential at best. Really, it’s an excuse to write some bordering-on-non-con, rough gay sex. ^_^ Lyndsey wanted a story to go along with the picture I drew her for Christmas. (NSFW) But the plot? Braeden comes home from a night out with Rick in a less than stellar mood. Seriously, though, it's just porn.
Word Count: ~2,200
Sean awoke to hot breath on his neck.
An arm wrapped around his waist, a large hand clutching at his t-shirt covered stomach. The breath on his neck was replaced by lips just as a very obvious erection was thrust against his backside.
Suddenly fully awake, Sean made a feeble attempt to twist in his assailant’s grasp. “B-Braeden?” he stuttered, blinking into the darkness of the guest bedroom.
Braeden grunted in response. His hand left Sean’s stomach, only to grip his shoulder tightly, wrenching him onto his back. Braeden covered Sean’s body with his own, the sheer weight of Braeden’s larger body effectively pinning Sean to the mattress.
“Brae—?” Sean tried again, his voice wavering uncertainly. He only got half the word out, however, before Braeden’s lips descended over his in a hot, sloppy kiss that tasted strongly of alcohol. Gasping, Sean’s hands shot out, pressing the larger man back. Naked and eager, however, Braeden would only budge but so much, and he was still close enough that Sean’s lips still brushed his as he tried again.
“Braeden! What’s going on? What are you doing?”
Braeden moved slightly to one side, nuzzling Sean‘s neck while still keeping him trapped against the mattress. “What’s it look like I’m doin’?” he breathed against Sean’s skin. “I’m gon’ fuck my boyfriend...”
“Y—yeah, but…” Sean trailed off. Braeden’s lips were trailing down his throat, just under the hinge of his jaw. Despite his confusion, it sent a sweet shock of pleasure straight to his cock, and he shifted, trying in vain to clear his mind before continuing, “…but I thought you were spending the night with Rick…”
Braeden nipped lightly, catching Sean’s flesh between his teeth in a pinch of pain. “Rick’s not my boyfriend.”
With a sudden intake of breath, Sean let his eyes slip closed and thrust upward against Braeden’s muscled thigh. “Mmm, I know, but—”
“He’s not my boyfriend!” Braeden snapped. He jerked back, then sat up quickly, hands digging into Sean’s shoulders hard enough to yank Sean back to reality.
Braeden’s eyes glimmered in the darkness, reflecting the red glow of the illuminated alarm clock. He clutched Sean’s shoulders, looming over him, his breathing deep and ragged. Sean stared up at him, his eyes wide and hands hovering at his sides uncertainly.
“He’s not,” Braeden said again, softer now.
Sean swallowed, then licked his lips. “Brae?”
Braeden furrowed his brow. His voice was little more than a whisper. “I like you.”
Sean struggled to sit up again, but Braeden’s hold kept him firmly in place. Grunting softly, he frowned up at his lover. “What—you’ve been drinking. Did you two get in a fight?”
“I wanna date you.”
“Braeden, we are da—”
Suddenly Braeden swooped down. His hands left Sean’s shoulders to curl around the base of his skull, holding him still as Braeden kissed him hard. Sean pushed at him again, but as Braeden’s kiss softened, Sean calmed, too, his pushing fading into caresses as he opened his mouth, inviting Braeden’s tongue to twine with his own.
After another few seconds Braeden pulled away. His eyes were closed as he touched his forehead lightly to Sean’s. “He can’t tell me what to do.”
Sean’s eyes opened slowly, and for a moment he just stared at Braeden, his words sinking in. Suddenly, with a frustrated groan, he shoved at Braeden again. “Are you—” He shoved again before finally managing to twist himself out from beneath Braeden. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Brae,” he muttered, scooting toward the edge of the bed. “I don’t want to be your bargaining chip against him. Why do you let him—”
“I don’t let him do anything!” Braeden snarled. His hand snapped out, and he snatched at Sean just before he could leave the bed. He suddenly sounded very sober.
Sean whipped his head around. Braeden’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of his inner arm. He was breathing hard, his face in shadow now.
“Braeden. Stop it.”
“He‘s always giving me shit, and all I can say is ‘one day,’ and now he won‘t even fucking accept that anymore. I don‘t need to hear it, Sean. I don‘t need to fucking hear it anymore.” He paused for a moment, dropping his chin down against his chest. “I can’t.”
For a long moment, neither said a word. Braeden was still gripping his arm painfully hard, but Sean barely felt it. Blowing out a breath, he carded his fingers through his hair and turned his face away. “Braeden…”
“I’m going to fuck you.”
Sean turned back to him slowly. “Okay, but—”
“No!” Braeden lunged across the bed. Fisting his hands in Sean’s shirt, he shoved him back against the headboard. “No,” he said again, kissing Sean briefly, then pulling back to tug off his shirt. “Now. I’m going to fuck my boyfriend now—” He grunted, tugging hard, and Sean hurriedly helped divulge himself of his shirt before Braeden ripped it or bruised him.
“Braeden, you’re drunk—” he tried again as Braeden went for his boxers.
Braeden was still muttering to himself. “Now. I want to do it now,” he was saying, almost child-like in his petulance.
Sean hesitated—mouth open—for a long moment before snapping it shut again. He could feel Braeden’s thick cock, half hard and resting against his calf. “We…” he said weakly. Braeden shuffled his boxers down, and Sean let him. “We shouldn’t. You’re not…”
“Not what?” Braeden said as he parted Sean’s legs, then slid between them. He cradled Sean’s cheeks again, kissing him softer now.
“You’re just mad at Rick,” Sean said sadly when Braeden pulled away.
Braeden stared at him. “What?”
“You’re just—”
Growling, Braeden grabbed Sean’s wrists and pinned them to the headboard to either side of his head. “Are you serious?” he hissed. He thrust his hips forward, his cock brushing Sean’s and eliciting a cut off moan from both of them. Breathing roughly through his mouth, Braeden pressed them flush against one another, cock to cock and chest to chest before bending down to nip at the column of Sean’s neck. Sean sucked in a breath at the pain, his eyes fluttering closed as Braeden rasped, “You think I need a fucking excuse to fuck my boyfriend?”
Sean swallowed. “No, that’s not what I’m—”
“That’s exactly what you’re saying.” He squeezed Sean’s wrists tighter, pressing him harder back against the headboard. “Well fuck you and fuck him.”
“Braeden—”
“No, shut up!” He bent his head low, nuzzling against the chord of muscle at the juncture of Sean’s neck and shoulder. When he spoke, it was low and fast, almost as if he were talking to himself. “If I want to fuck you, it’s because I want to fuck you. I don’t care what he wants.”
“I just…” Sean said, his eyes fluttering open, then closed once more as Braeden thrust against him. “You’re mad, and you’ve been drinking, and…and I don’t know…I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Braeden snorted. “Your dick thinks it’s a good idea.”
Sean whimpered slightly as Braeden dropped one hand to his cock, stroking and squeezing it before bringing that hand back up to trap Sean in the cage of his arms again. He raised his face to Sean’s, locking eyes with him as he told him, “I’m going to fuck you whether you want to or not.”
Sean shook his head slightly. “This isn’t like you…”
That gave Braeden pause for one moment before his brow lowered. He dropped his hands down to Sean’s hips and dug his fingers in, dragging him down until their stiff cocks rested against one another. “Being me has only gotten me a fucking stalker. Maybe I want to be someone else.”
Sean’s eyes widened. “A stal—”
But Braeden cut him off with a kiss, simultaneously gripping Sean’s hips and grinding down against him. Any further protests were forgotten as Sean whimpered in Braeden’s mouth, kissing him back fervently.
Braeden broke away a minute later, scooting across the bed to root around in the night stand. He was back a moment later, fingers coated with a thick, clear gel to eagerly anoint Sean’s waiting entrance. The moment apart had served to clear Sean’s mind somewhat, but his cock still twitched at the feeling of that callused yet gentle touch.
“Brae, stop…”
“Shut up,” Braeden whispered. He slipped two fingers inside of Sean.
Teeth sunk into his lip, Sean could only watch, fingers curled into the bed sheets at his sides as a clear drop of precum slid down the head of his aching cock.
“We have to talk…”
“We have to fuck.” Braeden slipped his fingers in deeper, feeling Sean clench around them before twisting and stroking, knowing that he’d found Sean’s prostate when he let out a choked cry, head thrown back as he twisted the sheets in his fists.
“But you—”
“Shut—” Braeden snapped, withdrawing his fingers to leave Sean feeling oddly empty before he slathered lube over his shaft and positioned himself at Sean’s entrance. He leaned over Sean, pressing a kiss to his neck before lifting his lips, brushing them over the shell of Sean’s ear. “—up,” he finished, thrusting his cock deep inside of Sean.
Gasping, Sean clutched at Braeden’s biceps,. “Jesus, Brae, that—”
Braeden locked a hand around his throat, pressing him back against the headboard as he started to thrust. “What did I just say? Shut up.“
Sean could only suck in a ragged breath, his eyes large as he nodded as much as the hold on his throat would allow. He gripped Braeden’s forearm with both hands. Braeden continued to fuck him, slowly at first, then picking up a steady rhythm, his thick cock brushing against Sean’s prostate, making his cock twitch with each pass, precum leaking from it in a nearly steady stream.
There was heat in Sean’s belly, driving his hips as he almost unconsciously started pushing back. He whimpered softly, whispering, “Deeper, Brae. Please.”
Braeden’s hand tightened briefly around Sean’s throat, but it only heightened Sean’s arousal, and he found himself clutching at Braeden’s sides, slamming his hips down in an effort to bury Braeden’s cock as deeply inside of him as possible. Braeden groaned, thrusting harder, finally taking his hand from Sean’s throat as he braced himself and started to fuck Sean in earnest.
Sean mewled softly. He leaned forward, clutching at Braeden’s back as Braeden continued to pound into him. He scratched his nails down Braeden’s back, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from the other man that went straight to his cock.
Moments later Braeden was grunting quietly, his breathing a staccato rhythm as he pressed his face into Sean‘s neck. He came hard, spilling himself inside of Sean even as he wrapped a hand around Sean’s cock to squeeze it tightly in rhythm with his final thrusts. Only seconds later, Sean came, too. His hands dropped from Braeden’s back as he arched upward, whining softly and clutching at the bed sheets once more.
For a moment, neither said a word. Braeden panted hard against Sean’s neck, his chest rising and falling, brushing against Sean’s sweat slicked chest as Sean, too, fought to catch his breath. Closing his eyes, Sean slowly wound his arms around Braeden’s neck. The skin was hot and sticky with sweat, and he pulled Braeden down until he was covered with the warm body once more.
Braeden slipped his arms beneath Sean and lay a few brief kisses down the column of his throat, his breathing still rough and shallow. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he said against his skin after another moment.
Sean shook his head. “Mmm, no. I’m okay. Are you?”
Braeden nodded, pulling Sean tighter against him. “I—yeah. I’m sorry.”
Sean nodded and licked his lips. “It’s okay.” He slowly stroked one hand down the back of Braeden’s neck.
“I didn’t mean that stalker thing.”
“I know.”
“And I didn’t mean to…are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
Hesitating only for a moment, Sean nodded. “I’m sure, Brae,” he said, his lips brushing Braeden’s shoulder as he spoke. He gave a small smile. “Though my ass might be hurting in the morning.”
Laughing gently, Braeden pulled himself back just enough to meet Sean’s eyes. They stared at one another for a long moment, then he stroked Sean‘s cheek. “God, I’m sorry.”
Sean’s smile faltered. “I said it’s okay.”
“But it’s not.”
“Hey, I got off on it, at least, right?”
“Yeah, but…” Braeden shook his head, then pulled Sean back into a hug. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Brae,” Sean said uncertainly, stroking the other man’s back.
“But I love him, too.”
Sean gave a weary sigh.
And it’s killing you.
The man he had first started dating, only a scant couple of years back would never have done what Braeden did tonight. Part of Sean got off on the dominance, but a larger part of him worried over how far this would go—how far he would let it go.
He let the words remain unspoken, however, knowing anything he could say had been said before, and nothing he could say would make a lick of difference until Braeden was ready to face the inevitable. Instead he closed his eyes and held Braeden close.
All he could do was hope that sleep would claim them both soon.
Title: Unspoken
Author: Clay
Pairing: Braeden/Sean
Rating: NC-17
Summary/Author’s Note: There is a plot here, but it’s inconsequential at best. Really, it’s an excuse to write some bordering-on-non-con, rough gay sex. ^_^ Lyndsey wanted a story to go along with the picture I drew her for Christmas. (NSFW) But the plot? Braeden comes home from a night out with Rick in a less than stellar mood. Seriously, though, it's just porn.
Word Count: ~2,200
Sean awoke to hot breath on his neck.
An arm wrapped around his waist, a large hand clutching at his t-shirt covered stomach. The breath on his neck was replaced by lips just as a very obvious erection was thrust against his backside.
Suddenly fully awake, Sean made a feeble attempt to twist in his assailant’s grasp. “B-Braeden?” he stuttered, blinking into the darkness of the guest bedroom.
Braeden grunted in response. His hand left Sean’s stomach, only to grip his shoulder tightly, wrenching him onto his back. Braeden covered Sean’s body with his own, the sheer weight of Braeden’s larger body effectively pinning Sean to the mattress.
“Brae—?” Sean tried again, his voice wavering uncertainly. He only got half the word out, however, before Braeden’s lips descended over his in a hot, sloppy kiss that tasted strongly of alcohol. Gasping, Sean’s hands shot out, pressing the larger man back. Naked and eager, however, Braeden would only budge but so much, and he was still close enough that Sean’s lips still brushed his as he tried again.
“Braeden! What’s going on? What are you doing?”
Braeden moved slightly to one side, nuzzling Sean‘s neck while still keeping him trapped against the mattress. “What’s it look like I’m doin’?” he breathed against Sean’s skin. “I’m gon’ fuck my boyfriend...”
“Y—yeah, but…” Sean trailed off. Braeden’s lips were trailing down his throat, just under the hinge of his jaw. Despite his confusion, it sent a sweet shock of pleasure straight to his cock, and he shifted, trying in vain to clear his mind before continuing, “…but I thought you were spending the night with Rick…”
Braeden nipped lightly, catching Sean’s flesh between his teeth in a pinch of pain. “Rick’s not my boyfriend.”
With a sudden intake of breath, Sean let his eyes slip closed and thrust upward against Braeden’s muscled thigh. “Mmm, I know, but—”
“He’s not my boyfriend!” Braeden snapped. He jerked back, then sat up quickly, hands digging into Sean’s shoulders hard enough to yank Sean back to reality.
Braeden’s eyes glimmered in the darkness, reflecting the red glow of the illuminated alarm clock. He clutched Sean’s shoulders, looming over him, his breathing deep and ragged. Sean stared up at him, his eyes wide and hands hovering at his sides uncertainly.
“He’s not,” Braeden said again, softer now.
Sean swallowed, then licked his lips. “Brae?”
Braeden furrowed his brow. His voice was little more than a whisper. “I like you.”
Sean struggled to sit up again, but Braeden’s hold kept him firmly in place. Grunting softly, he frowned up at his lover. “What—you’ve been drinking. Did you two get in a fight?”
“I wanna date you.”
“Braeden, we are da—”
Suddenly Braeden swooped down. His hands left Sean’s shoulders to curl around the base of his skull, holding him still as Braeden kissed him hard. Sean pushed at him again, but as Braeden’s kiss softened, Sean calmed, too, his pushing fading into caresses as he opened his mouth, inviting Braeden’s tongue to twine with his own.
After another few seconds Braeden pulled away. His eyes were closed as he touched his forehead lightly to Sean’s. “He can’t tell me what to do.”
Sean’s eyes opened slowly, and for a moment he just stared at Braeden, his words sinking in. Suddenly, with a frustrated groan, he shoved at Braeden again. “Are you—” He shoved again before finally managing to twist himself out from beneath Braeden. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Brae,” he muttered, scooting toward the edge of the bed. “I don’t want to be your bargaining chip against him. Why do you let him—”
“I don’t let him do anything!” Braeden snarled. His hand snapped out, and he snatched at Sean just before he could leave the bed. He suddenly sounded very sober.
Sean whipped his head around. Braeden’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of his inner arm. He was breathing hard, his face in shadow now.
“Braeden. Stop it.”
“He‘s always giving me shit, and all I can say is ‘one day,’ and now he won‘t even fucking accept that anymore. I don‘t need to hear it, Sean. I don‘t need to fucking hear it anymore.” He paused for a moment, dropping his chin down against his chest. “I can’t.”
For a long moment, neither said a word. Braeden was still gripping his arm painfully hard, but Sean barely felt it. Blowing out a breath, he carded his fingers through his hair and turned his face away. “Braeden…”
“I’m going to fuck you.”
Sean turned back to him slowly. “Okay, but—”
“No!” Braeden lunged across the bed. Fisting his hands in Sean’s shirt, he shoved him back against the headboard. “No,” he said again, kissing Sean briefly, then pulling back to tug off his shirt. “Now. I’m going to fuck my boyfriend now—” He grunted, tugging hard, and Sean hurriedly helped divulge himself of his shirt before Braeden ripped it or bruised him.
“Braeden, you’re drunk—” he tried again as Braeden went for his boxers.
Braeden was still muttering to himself. “Now. I want to do it now,” he was saying, almost child-like in his petulance.
Sean hesitated—mouth open—for a long moment before snapping it shut again. He could feel Braeden’s thick cock, half hard and resting against his calf. “We…” he said weakly. Braeden shuffled his boxers down, and Sean let him. “We shouldn’t. You’re not…”
“Not what?” Braeden said as he parted Sean’s legs, then slid between them. He cradled Sean’s cheeks again, kissing him softer now.
“You’re just mad at Rick,” Sean said sadly when Braeden pulled away.
Braeden stared at him. “What?”
“You’re just—”
Growling, Braeden grabbed Sean’s wrists and pinned them to the headboard to either side of his head. “Are you serious?” he hissed. He thrust his hips forward, his cock brushing Sean’s and eliciting a cut off moan from both of them. Breathing roughly through his mouth, Braeden pressed them flush against one another, cock to cock and chest to chest before bending down to nip at the column of Sean’s neck. Sean sucked in a breath at the pain, his eyes fluttering closed as Braeden rasped, “You think I need a fucking excuse to fuck my boyfriend?”
Sean swallowed. “No, that’s not what I’m—”
“That’s exactly what you’re saying.” He squeezed Sean’s wrists tighter, pressing him harder back against the headboard. “Well fuck you and fuck him.”
“Braeden—”
“No, shut up!” He bent his head low, nuzzling against the chord of muscle at the juncture of Sean’s neck and shoulder. When he spoke, it was low and fast, almost as if he were talking to himself. “If I want to fuck you, it’s because I want to fuck you. I don’t care what he wants.”
“I just…” Sean said, his eyes fluttering open, then closed once more as Braeden thrust against him. “You’re mad, and you’ve been drinking, and…and I don’t know…I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Braeden snorted. “Your dick thinks it’s a good idea.”
Sean whimpered slightly as Braeden dropped one hand to his cock, stroking and squeezing it before bringing that hand back up to trap Sean in the cage of his arms again. He raised his face to Sean’s, locking eyes with him as he told him, “I’m going to fuck you whether you want to or not.”
Sean shook his head slightly. “This isn’t like you…”
That gave Braeden pause for one moment before his brow lowered. He dropped his hands down to Sean’s hips and dug his fingers in, dragging him down until their stiff cocks rested against one another. “Being me has only gotten me a fucking stalker. Maybe I want to be someone else.”
Sean’s eyes widened. “A stal—”
But Braeden cut him off with a kiss, simultaneously gripping Sean’s hips and grinding down against him. Any further protests were forgotten as Sean whimpered in Braeden’s mouth, kissing him back fervently.
Braeden broke away a minute later, scooting across the bed to root around in the night stand. He was back a moment later, fingers coated with a thick, clear gel to eagerly anoint Sean’s waiting entrance. The moment apart had served to clear Sean’s mind somewhat, but his cock still twitched at the feeling of that callused yet gentle touch.
“Brae, stop…”
“Shut up,” Braeden whispered. He slipped two fingers inside of Sean.
Teeth sunk into his lip, Sean could only watch, fingers curled into the bed sheets at his sides as a clear drop of precum slid down the head of his aching cock.
“We have to talk…”
“We have to fuck.” Braeden slipped his fingers in deeper, feeling Sean clench around them before twisting and stroking, knowing that he’d found Sean’s prostate when he let out a choked cry, head thrown back as he twisted the sheets in his fists.
“But you—”
“Shut—” Braeden snapped, withdrawing his fingers to leave Sean feeling oddly empty before he slathered lube over his shaft and positioned himself at Sean’s entrance. He leaned over Sean, pressing a kiss to his neck before lifting his lips, brushing them over the shell of Sean’s ear. “—up,” he finished, thrusting his cock deep inside of Sean.
Gasping, Sean clutched at Braeden’s biceps,. “Jesus, Brae, that—”
Braeden locked a hand around his throat, pressing him back against the headboard as he started to thrust. “What did I just say? Shut up.“
Sean could only suck in a ragged breath, his eyes large as he nodded as much as the hold on his throat would allow. He gripped Braeden’s forearm with both hands. Braeden continued to fuck him, slowly at first, then picking up a steady rhythm, his thick cock brushing against Sean’s prostate, making his cock twitch with each pass, precum leaking from it in a nearly steady stream.
There was heat in Sean’s belly, driving his hips as he almost unconsciously started pushing back. He whimpered softly, whispering, “Deeper, Brae. Please.”
Braeden’s hand tightened briefly around Sean’s throat, but it only heightened Sean’s arousal, and he found himself clutching at Braeden’s sides, slamming his hips down in an effort to bury Braeden’s cock as deeply inside of him as possible. Braeden groaned, thrusting harder, finally taking his hand from Sean’s throat as he braced himself and started to fuck Sean in earnest.
Sean mewled softly. He leaned forward, clutching at Braeden’s back as Braeden continued to pound into him. He scratched his nails down Braeden’s back, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from the other man that went straight to his cock.
Moments later Braeden was grunting quietly, his breathing a staccato rhythm as he pressed his face into Sean‘s neck. He came hard, spilling himself inside of Sean even as he wrapped a hand around Sean’s cock to squeeze it tightly in rhythm with his final thrusts. Only seconds later, Sean came, too. His hands dropped from Braeden’s back as he arched upward, whining softly and clutching at the bed sheets once more.
For a moment, neither said a word. Braeden panted hard against Sean’s neck, his chest rising and falling, brushing against Sean’s sweat slicked chest as Sean, too, fought to catch his breath. Closing his eyes, Sean slowly wound his arms around Braeden’s neck. The skin was hot and sticky with sweat, and he pulled Braeden down until he was covered with the warm body once more.
Braeden slipped his arms beneath Sean and lay a few brief kisses down the column of his throat, his breathing still rough and shallow. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he said against his skin after another moment.
Sean shook his head. “Mmm, no. I’m okay. Are you?”
Braeden nodded, pulling Sean tighter against him. “I—yeah. I’m sorry.”
Sean nodded and licked his lips. “It’s okay.” He slowly stroked one hand down the back of Braeden’s neck.
“I didn’t mean that stalker thing.”
“I know.”
“And I didn’t mean to…are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
Hesitating only for a moment, Sean nodded. “I’m sure, Brae,” he said, his lips brushing Braeden’s shoulder as he spoke. He gave a small smile. “Though my ass might be hurting in the morning.”
Laughing gently, Braeden pulled himself back just enough to meet Sean’s eyes. They stared at one another for a long moment, then he stroked Sean‘s cheek. “God, I’m sorry.”
Sean’s smile faltered. “I said it’s okay.”
“But it’s not.”
“Hey, I got off on it, at least, right?”
“Yeah, but…” Braeden shook his head, then pulled Sean back into a hug. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Brae,” Sean said uncertainly, stroking the other man’s back.
“But I love him, too.”
Sean gave a weary sigh.
And it’s killing you.
The man he had first started dating, only a scant couple of years back would never have done what Braeden did tonight. Part of Sean got off on the dominance, but a larger part of him worried over how far this would go—how far he would let it go.
He let the words remain unspoken, however, knowing anything he could say had been said before, and nothing he could say would make a lick of difference until Braeden was ready to face the inevitable. Instead he closed his eyes and held Braeden close.
All he could do was hope that sleep would claim them both soon.
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