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It was only a day after their unexpected reunion when Brady's phone buzzed. He was in the middle of grading some essays when he saw David's name flash on the screen.
"Hey, want to come over this weekend? Got something to show you. It's a project for the company--I think you'll find it cool. By the way... Emily's going to be away visiting her parents."
Brady stared at the message, heart pounding. A part of him hesitated, but the memory of David's smile, the way his eyes lingered during their chat, tugged at him harder than any voice of reason.
"Sure, sounds good. When?" he replied.
When Saturday evening arrived, Brady found himself standing outside David's apartment, his nerves tangled into knots. He knocked lightly, and David swung the door open almost immediately, grinning in that easy, familiar way that still made Brady's chest tighten.
"Hey," David said, stepping aside to let him in.
"Hey," Brady replied, feeling awkward but also strangely electrified.
David's place was modest but warm, a reflection of him in so many ways. There was a sleek robot prototype on the dining table, wires spilling out like veins, and Brady knew David hadn't been lying about the project. But the air between them was charged, and they both felt it.
David poured them each a drink--whiskey, neat--and they sat on the couch, the robot sitting silently nearby, forgotten. They made small talk at first, catching up on things they hadn't covered at the coffee shop. But as the alcohol settled in and the conversation slowed, the silence grew heavy, weighted with unsaid words and unresolved feelings.
Brady noticed David shifting closer, and his heart began to race. He couldn't take his eyes off him--the way his dark lashes framed his eyes, the slight scruff on his jaw, the faint scent of his cologne.
"I'm really glad you came," David said softly, his voice low and intimate.
Brady nodded, swallowing hard. "Me too."
It was inevitable, really. The pull between them was too strong, the years of distance too much to bear any longer. Brady felt David's knee brush against his, and that small touch sent a spark racing through his entire body.
They both froze for a moment, looking at each other, waiting for something to give. And then it did--like a dam breaking, or a match setting off an explosion.
Brady didn't know who moved first, but suddenly they were kissing, desperately, hungrily, as though they were trying to make up for all the lost time in one moment. The whiskey glasses were abandoned on the coffee table, forgotten, as Brady felt David's hands in his hair, pulling him closer, their bodies pressing together.
Everything else melted away--the years, the complications, the fact that this shouldn't be happening. All that mattered was the heat of David's mouth, the way his hands roamed over him, and the raw, undeniable chemistry that had never gone away.
They ended up in the bedroom, clothes thrown off on the way there. It was pure animalistic lust driving them. Years of sexual frustration finally found their release. They kissed, they licked, they sucked, they humped. Finally, they reached an unspoken conclusion that they wanted to take their love to the next level, a level they had never reached before. Brady got David's dick as wet with his spit as he could while sucking him off. Then he got on top of him and slowly lowered his pale white ass onto David's throbbing brown dick. It hurt at first, but once they got into a rhythm, it was pure ecstacy for both of them. David practically screamed as he came, the sheer pleasure of anal sex with Brady overwhelming him. At the same time, Brady reached orgasm too, without touching himself, and his hot sperm landed all over David's face and neck. For a few minutes after that they stayed in the same position, panting and staring into each other's eyes, feeling the same love that brought them together all those years ago.
After a romantic shower together, filled with kisses, Brady and David retired to bed. They spooned each other to sleep, exhausted and joyful at their intense sexual reunion.
When they woke up the next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Brady turned his head on the pillow, his green eyes meeting David's brown ones. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The enormity of what had happened hung in the air, but they didn't feel guilty or conflicted. Instead, there was only a tremendous sense of clarity.
Brady reached out, brushing his fingers gently along David's cheek. "When I saw you that day in the coffee shop, I knew in that moment that we had to be together again".
David smiled softly, his gaze filled with warmth and something deeper. "I felt the same way. It's you Brady, it's always been you".
Brady's chest tightened, and he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "I'm so sorry we broke up... I don't know what I was thinking. I was a complete idiot."
"Shhh..." David replied soothingly. "It's in the past. What matters is that we're together again."
"I feel like I've been walking around missing a part of myself," Brady admitted, his voice breaking. "But when I'm with you, I'm whole again. You're my home, David."
David shifted closer, their foreheads almost touching now. "I love you," he whispered. "I always have. I thought I could move on, but I was wrong. No one else could ever come close to you."
Brady's hand trembled as he cupped David's face. "I love you too," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "I don't care what we have to do. This is our destiny."
David's lips curved into a small smile, and his hand found Brady's, entwining their fingers. They stared at each other for a moment longer before Brady leaned in, capturing David's lips in a kiss. It was soft at first, filled with all the tenderness they had rediscovered, but it quickly deepened, igniting the same fire that had never really gone away.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, Brady rested his forehead against David's and closed his eyes. They lay there together, the world outside forgotten. For the first time in years, they felt like they were exactly where they were meant to be.