CHAPTER TWELVE #2
Graham had a great cock, with a nice curve to it and a pronounced mushroom head.
It felt so good in his hand, and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on it someday.
God, Thad could get addicted to the little catch in Graham’s breathing, the tug of his fingers in his hair, and the way he arched into the touch.
Eventually, Thad sped up a little, twisting his wrist as he stroked, timing every glide of his tongue against Graham’s with the rhythm of his hand.
After a little while, sweat broke out on Graham’s skin and his grip tightened in Thad’s hair, his whole body going rigid. He pulled away to gasp for air, his mouth open in a silent shout as his balls drew up and a shudder tore through his body.
“Mmm, yeah.” Thad sat back and sped his hand movements up, watching Graham’s reactions intently. “Come on, give it to me, baby. Give me all your cum, you dirty boy.”
Graham did.
He came apart at the seams, his body shaking, his face twisted in the most agonized look of pleasure Thad had ever seen. Milky-white cum shot up to his chest and spattered onto his abs in a couple of forceful shots.
Graham dug his fingers into the covers beneath him and closed his eyes, his body shaking while Thad milked him through his release, feeling the final dribbles slide down his fist and the small tremors in Graham’s body.
Thad kept going until Graham was shaking under him and made a low, wordless noise and pushed his hand away.
Thad let go and sat back, his heart pounding like he’d been the one to fall apart like that.
Thad’s mouth went dry at Graham lying there with his sweats pulled down to his thighs and his shirt rucked up, cum glistening on his abs as his chest rose and fell with deep, steady breaths.
He’d done that.
Thad really did feel like a devil who had debauched an angel now, smug and disbelieving he’d even been allowed to touch something so beautiful. Someone so untainted by the world around him, in a way that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the hardness and ugliness of life.
Thad wanted to photograph this moment, could already see the lighting and angles and …
But Graham reached for him, holding out a hand. “C’mere,” he coaxed. “Let me get you off too.”
Thad swallowed hard and shook his head. “Let me try something else. Can I come on you?”
“Fuck yeah.” Graham’s eyes lit up.
Thad grinned and stretched forward to kiss him. Once, hard and desperate, before he pulled back. He picked up the lube and spread it slowly along his length, his gaze locked on Graham’s spent cock.
Graham shifted restlessly on the bed and Thad caught a glimpse of his dick twitching, like it was trying to get interested again.
“God, it’s hot when you stare at me like that,” Graham whispered.
Thad knelt beside Graham’s hip and shoved his shorts and underwear down to pool around his knees. He was vaguely surprised to realize his cock was so hard it ached as he slid a slippery palm along his length.
Of course it made sense. Watching Graham come had been incredibly hot. But Thad had pushed his own need so far in the back of his head he hadn’t thought about it once.
But now … fuck, it felt so good to fuck into the tight, slippery tunnel of his fist.
Graham licked his lips. “Fuck, you look even better than I thought.”
“Yeah?” Thad rasped, teasing the head of his cock and showing it off to Graham. “Thought about my dick a lot, huh?”
Graham laughed shakily, lifting a hand to toy with his own nipple. “Some, yeah.”
“Tell me.”
Graham’s eyelids dipped, his thick lashes throwing shadows onto his cheeks. “Last summer … I … wondered how big you were. If you were cut or not.”
Thad was and so was Graham, but a lot of guys on the team—mainly Europeans and Canadians—weren’t.
“And you like what you see?” Thad prompted. Because he wanted to be sure Graham was fully on board with what it was like to be intimate with a man.
“Yeah. I do.” Graham bit his lip, idly plucking at his nipple. “I kinda thought … I thought you’d be a little hairier though.”
For a moment, Thad hazily wondered what the hell Graham was talking about, then he realized he meant body hair and nothing to do with the team name.
Thad shifted, widening his stance as far as the clothing bunched around his knees would allow. “I, uh, wax,” he admitted.
“Yeah?” Graham looked him over. “Makes sense. Gavin’s a lot furrier and—”
Thad let out a choked laugh. “Pleased don’t say my brother’s name when I’ve got my dick out.”
Graham shot him a grin. “Sorry. I just was surprised.”
“Good or bad?” Thad asked, still stroking.
“Neither really,” Graham said. “You’re fucking hot like this and I bet you’d be hot with chest hair too.”
The way he looked at Thad certainly made him feel hot. But his orgasm was creeping closer, making everything a little hazy.
“Yeah?” he managed. “You think so?”
“Oh yeah.”
“What else did you think about?” Thad asked breathlessly.
Graham’s laugh was shaky. “What didn’t I think about?”
“Tell me,” Thad demanded.
“Your hand on my cock, your mouth on me. What it would feel like if”—his swallow was audible—“if I fucked you. If you—if you fucked me.”
Thad’s head spun at those mental images, and he stroked faster, harder, need rushing through him. He was so fucking close.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “Yeah, God, Graham. I want that too.”
“Which?”
“Fuck! All of it,” he gasped. “Whatever you want.”
“I thought about buying a toy this summer,” Graham whispered. “Trying it out. Seeing if I liked having something inside me.”
“Did you?” Thad needed to come so bad he could hardly see straight but he needed to know Graham’s answer.
“No. I chickened out,” Graham admitted.
“That’s okay,” Thad said, swallowing thickly. “I … fuck, I want to be the one to open you up for the first time, feel you clench around my fingers while I suck your cock.”
Graham shivered. “Yeah. I want that too. God, Thad …”
Thad had never been someone who gave a shit how many previous partners the person he was fucking had but the thought of being the first to show Graham that kind of pleasure overrode every other rational thought in his head.
“Yeah,” he whispered roughly, struggling to even keep his eyes open as desperation gathered low in his belly, urging him on. “So fucking close, baby.”
“Come on. I want to watch you come.” Graham tightened his abs, cum glistening all over them. “Make me absolutely filthy.”
Thad bit back a strangled shout as his body tightened, fist flying over his cock. He came with a heaving gasp, his head swimming. Cum shot across Graham’s stomach, pooling, then trickling along the ridges of his abdomen.
“Jesus,” Thad managed. “Fuck.”
He was lightheaded as he fell onto his side on the bed beside Graham, panting. There was something cold against his hip and it took him a moment to realize it was the container of lube. He dug it out from under him and tossed it away.
He pressed his hot cheek against Graham’s shoulder and felt Graham reach out to touch his hair again. He closed his eyes, breathing in Graham’s scent and wondering how the fuck he’d gotten so lucky.
“Was that good?” Graham asked softly, a little while later.
Thad let out a shaky breath, nodded, and kissed his shoulder. He couldn’t manage anything more than that, but Graham slid a hand down his back and pulled him closer and Thad hoped he understood.
They lay there for a while until Thad’s breathing finally slowed. Fuck. He was either going to have to quit smoking for good or step up the cardio if he was going to keep up with someone like Graham in the bedroom.
Maybe both.
It would probably help with the hockey he’d been playing lately too.
Thad’s eyes felt heavy and he probably could have fallen asleep like that but the sweat on his skin was beginning to cool and he shivered. He had to imagine it was even worse for Graham with the mess they’d made of his chest and stomach.
Thad heaved himself upright with a groan and glanced over. Graham looked drowsy too, eyes half-lidded and body relaxed.
“Should get up,” Graham slurred.
Thad gave into the impulse to bend down and kiss his cheek. “Nah. You stay here. I’ll get us something to clean up with.”
Graham shot him a sleepy smile, stretching.
That drew Thad’s attention again and although he didn’t have a hope in hell of getting hard again any time soon, that sight would have done it.
Thad shook his head, staring at Graham’s body marked with his cum. At the sex-rumpled look of him and the contentment in his eyes.
Thad had done that. “Fuck, you look …”
“Disgusting?” Graham yawned.
“Hot.” But it was more than that. It was more than arousing, it was … special almost, in a way he didn’t quite understand.
He really would love to take a picture, but this moment felt too intimate.
Too personal to even be recorded. It belonged nowhere but in his head, something to hoard and keep forever, along with the other small moments with Graham.
A growing collection of mental photographs in a secret drawer only Thad had the key to.
Thad hastily cleaned himself, then got a warm cloth and carried it into the bedroom. Graham was already lightly dozing and only twitched a little as Thad whispered his name. He didn’t do much more than that when Thad carefully touched his hip, then wiped him clean.
He half-came-to as Thad tugged up his sweats and wrestled the covers out from under him so he could tuck him in. “Thanks,” he slurred.
Thad smiled down at him for a second, aware he was being uncharacteristically sappy but feeling too fond to stop it. He pressed another soft kiss to Graham’s cheek, plugged in his phone, turned out the light, then left.
This time, thankfully he didn’t run into anyone he shouldn’t.