Songs of the Heart - 6. Chapter 6 - Little Bit More Than Friends

To make up for my mistake earlier posting a duplicate chapter, I am posting  chap 6 early!  I was going to wait til this weekend  to post it,  but since my wonderful amazing editor finished it I thought I share it early. All mistakes that are left are mine Hope you all enjoy! 

Waking in the arms of a man who you never thought could or would be yours is an amazing feeling. I could feel his hard body and morning wood rubbing against my back and ass. Opening one I peaked at the clock and saw it was just after 6 am, knowing I needed to get up and get ready to go in and start to get things back to normal with the bar. I really could lay here all day, and just enjoy this feeling. Nothing could happen to me, I felt secure and loved. Though my bladder was objecting majorly so I gently unwound myself from his grip and made my way into my bathroom.

Quickly doing my business I went to the mirror, taking a hard look at myself. I was shaggy looking, in desperate need of a shave and haircut. Breaking out my razor I turned and closed the door to help block out the sound and hopefully let my handsome man sleep some more. Taking just a few moments I ran the razor all over my face and head using the mirror shaving my hair down to just about an inch and half in thickness. New look for a new day, no more living in the past. I will not let my fears and depression control who I am. Quick shower to wash off the loose hairs, then I dried off and slipped into my bath robe. Exiting the room I took a look at my bed and could feel warmth inside of me. Brady had rolled onto his back, big arms spread out wide, morning wood tenting his briefs and the blankets, and those glorious pecs and upper abs open for viewing. I could feel myself drool, just wondering what those muscles would feel like under my fingers?

Shaking my head I leave the room and grab the supplies and go about cleaning up the hair in the bathroom. Next I went into the kitchen and started the coffee maker, and turning to a cabinet I pulled out a tray and set it out on the counter. I went about making a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs, English muffins and, a banana. Filling a couple of mugs and adding them to the tray, making sure to put a little sugar and some milk into Brady’s, I grabbed the tray and headed back into my room and set it on the dresser for now. Moving to the bed I climb on and slowly crawl up it until I am straddling Brady’s hips, then I lean down and plant my lips on his in a hard deep kiss. Feeling his member harden under my ass, giving me confidence to be more aggressive, so I let my hands slide up and latch onto his nips gently rolling them between my fingers The look on his face was priceless as his eyes popped open, I am pretty sure he thought this was just a dream. His eyes then got wider as he noticed the new haircut I was rocking; I saw nothing but hunger in his eyes. He let out a loud moan into the kiss, so I decided he needed more teasing and began to gyrate my hips against his bulge, my mind taking a second to think about many years ago and how big he was then. My own cock was throbbing in my in my robe, the idea of my smaller body on top controlling this big muscled cowboy. I finally break the kiss, leaving us both short of breath and panting for more. Letting his nips go I grab his wrists and lift them above his head and hold them there, locking my eyes onto his and breaking out into matching smiles. Leaning down I let my lips come together as I plant a soft kiss on his right bicep. Slowly I kiss my way up his arm, until I take his right nipple into my mouth and gently tease it between my teeth. Next came the same treatment for the left side, leaving my cowboy moaning and throbbing under me.

“Good morning cowboy! Hope this is the way you wanted to be woken up this morning. I have breakfast in bed all set up and ready for you, then maybe we can continue this little bit of fun?”

Brady just smiled even wider before he suddenly shifted upwards and rolled us onto my back. Now it was his turn to steal a quick kiss, and sliding his hand into the robe and wrapping it around my member. His hand began a slow up and down motion, sending shocks through my body. My hips thrust forward desperate to feel more of his amazing hand. Just as quick as it started it stopped, he got off the bed and went over to the tray and brought it back to the bed setting it on my lap.

Over the next half of an hour we proceeded to mix feeding each other, and making out. It was the best experience I have had with another man in my life, Brady was so tender and loving with me. My heart was starting to pound, could I dare dream of a future with him? Can I manage life with a superstar who’s on the road more than home? Does he want kids? What would our future be like?

“I am sorry my lockness but, I need to get ready it's little past seven and I need to be at the bar by eight for practice with the boys. We will have to put this on hold until tonight my sexy little minx!”

With that I get one more, deep kiss before he lifts the tray and walks off. My eyes finding his tight muscled ass in those oh so tight briefs. Heaven help me I think I have awoken a monster. I get lost in that thought for a couple more moments before it suddenly clicked. I could feel the blush heading to my cheeks.

“You jerk! How many times do I have to tell you do not call me lockness!?”

Only response was his deep chuckle coming from the kitchen, I missed this closeness, the special memories we shared, the intimacy between us. Only bad thing is I can’t stop my heart from wanting him more and more, and I am not sure I am strong enough to have it broken a second time!

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The van was back in the same place, this time with two different occupants. Both of these men were much closer in age, and filled with the same anger as their leaders, Once and for all their beautiful town will be fag free or they would die trying. They were there to make sure nothing went wrong with the plan, and if necessary save the tall fag. Something neither one understood at first, but the elder had instructed them on ways to straighten him out. He would be straight and he would marry within the church. He would eventually study and become the next leader. The idea of their faith living on for many more years excited both men. They just might have to find a choir or church boy to enjoy themselves when they got back.

For now though they could not focus on that, no matter how hard the bulge was in their pants. Especially when they saw movement coming out of the spic’s house. Watching as both men got into the truck, and it start up. The driver started up the van ready to follow behind the truck knowing it could get ugly. He was just about to shift the vehicle into drive when he watched the tall one get out and open the garage door. All he could do is stare and try to figure out what they were up to.

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“Hey Brady I am kind of low on gas do you mind walking to the bar with me? We will be a couple minutes late, but it’s such a beautiful day I could use the extra bit of time to get ready to face the guys. “

I had finally answered my texts as Brady got ready to head to the bar, both of my friends were angry, but I knew they would forgive me as soon as we saw each other. They were the best friends a guy could ask for. I am not sure where I would be or what I would be doing if they were not in my life. To make things better it sounds like Jared and Ty were getting along nicely. It would be amazing if the boys and my best friends hooked up we could be one giant family.

“Sure lockness that’s no problem, let me hop out and get the garage door!”

As a parting shot I punch Brady in the shoulder, somehow I know that damn nickname is going to stick as soon as the guys heard it. Hell by the end of the night I was guessing most of my patrons would be calling me it. Though watching the sexy man bend over and lift the garage door open was very nice way to finish the morning at home.

{I feel the need to break fourth wall here readers, I want you all to know you are not allowed to judge me. Of course I have an automatic garage door opener, I'm 5’5 for Pete's sake. I bet all of you would do the same though if you got a chance to stare at that perfect ass if you could!

P.S. Could you tell the author to add a sex scene or two, I really want to get my hands on Brady!}

Soon as the door was opened I put the truck in drive and pulled forward slowly, stepping on the brake when I was fully in the garage. Surprisingly my truck kept rolling forward and came to a gentle stop when my bumper hit the wall. What the hell was that? Why didn’t my brakes catch? Worse yet how much was this going to cost me to fix? What bill could I put off to make up for it?

Getting out I walked back to the entrance and met Brady with a puzzled look on my face. I reached down and grabbed his hand taking it in mine, and we began our stroll towards the bar. On our way I explained about the brakes not gripping, how odd it was when the truck worked perfectly last night. I felt Brady give my hand a squeeze before pulling out his cell phone.

“Don’t worry Nessy I will handle this for you, I am sure your mind is on the festival. Let me call someone to tow and take a look at it while we are at work and practice. We can talk about cost of it later, like after a quiet dinner with you! I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, what ever happened to my old friend had made him a wonderful caring man. We had reached a corner, just a couple blocks from the bar. I stopped and tugged on our connected hands pulling him to me just so I could wrap my arms around him in a huge hug. I let out a sob against his chest, I felt his arms wrap around me and his chin rest on my head.

“If you need help Nessay just ask! I am here for you now, and I promise things can only get better for both of us.”

Brady held me for a couple minutes until I regained my composure, I sure felt stupid for breaking down like that. Sometimes I wish I could be strong like Brady, I bet he never cries over stupid stuff. Quick wipe of my eyes, and we checked both sides of the road before stepping out. Me a little ahead of him, I could feel eyes focusing on my ass. Suddenly tires screeched and a plain white van came barreling down the road right at me. I froze, not sure where it came from when all of a sudden I felt a great shove from behind that sent me stumbling forward and onto the sidewalk on the other side of the street and leaving Brady in the vans path. My heart went into my throat, there was nothing he could do. I was going to watch my love die, and I was helpless.

“BRADY!”