CHAPTER EIGHTEEN #2
Thad swirled his tongue around the head of Graham’s cock before he slid his finger out of Graham’s body.
Graham let out a sound of protest but Thad pulled off his dick, whispering, “I need a little more lube, baby,” then he was sucking Graham’s cock again and there was more pressure against his ass, and he held his breath, exhaling at the thicker slide of two fingers.
He thought it was two fingers. He didn’t know, but the increased pressure was good, then even better when Thad twisted his fingers with every thrust. All Graham could do was clutch at Thad’s shoulders and hang on, panting as Thad worked him over.
Every so often he’d take Graham’s cock deep into his throat and combined with the slick thrust of his fingers, it made need wind tighter and tighter in Graham’s belly. He shuddered, clenching tightly, and oh fuck …
Graham let out a startled shout as the pleasure slammed into him like lightning, igniting the need smoldering in his groin.
Suddenly, and without warning, he came. He barely managed a garbled shout before he shot in Thad’s mouth.
Thad swallowed, and the constriction around the head of his cock while he crooked his fingers and pressed on a spot inside made Graham feel like he was coming apart at the seams, everything going hot and white and perfect.
He must have temporarily blacked out or something because when he came back to himself, his thighs were shaking and Thad was bent over, cupping his cheek and staring worriedly at him.
“—okay?”
Graham blinked. “’m okay,” he mumbled, reaching for Thad’s hips because even in his haze he knew Thad hadn’t come yet and he needed him to.
He yanked at Thad, pulling him off balance until he had to brace a hand on the back of the couch.
“Fuck. Get your clothes off,” he demanded when Thad didn’t come any closer. “Let me suck you. I need you to feel good.”
Thad took off the ball cap long enough to rip off his shirt and flung it away and fuck, he looked so goddamn good. He got even hotter as he undid his belt and shoved his jeans and underwear down.
He settled his stupid ball cap back on his head and Graham let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan because it was ridiculous and hot all at once.
“C’mon,” he urged, reaching for Thad’s cock. “Let me …”
“Not this time. Not gonna last,” Thad said with a groan as he slicked Graham’s hand and wrapped it around his cock, showing him the rhythm he wanted. “All I can think about is how fucking hot and tight you were around my fingers. Did you like me inside you, baby?”
Graham shivered and his own cock jerked. A little bit more cum slipped out, pooling on his belly, even though he was spent, his head still whirling from the orgasm he’d had.
“Yeah,” Graham rasped, watching Thad’s cock slide through his fist. Thad was still gripping his hand, guiding him.
Thad was so fucking hard, the head of his dick was reddish purple with need, shiny at the tip.
Graham licked his lips. “Fuck, I did. I want to know what it’ll be like when it’s your cock inside me. ”
Thad let out a tortured-sounding groan. “I can’t fucking wait to feel you on my cock someday.
” Graham wasn’t really doing any work, just gripping Thad’s dick as Thad tightened his hold, working his cock so fast the tendons in his forearms stood out and his abs tightened into a solid line of muscles.
With his free hand, Graham reached out and touched Thad’s thigh, trailing his fingers along the cut of Thad’s hip and brushing against the soft dark hair between his thighs.
He cupped Thad’s balls and rolled them gently in his palm, looking up to see Thad’s reaction.
Thad had his eyes closed, his head thrown back, every muscle taut and tight as he fucked into their fists.
“Come all over me,” Graham coaxed, knowing it would get Thad going. “Come all over your dirty boy.”
Just as Graham expected, a moment later Thad released with a groan, painting Graham’s chest with the hot spatter of his cum.
After, he slumped forward, braced against the couch, panting and trembling. “Fuck. You can’t say shit like that. I’m an old man,” he wheezed, finally letting go of Graham’s fist. “You’re going to kill me.”
Graham laughed and gently squeezed Thad’s cock, trying to guide it close enough to his mouth that he could lick the remaining smear of wetness off the tip.
“We can’t,” Thad said with a regretful groan, pulling back. “I haven’t gotten tested yet, remember?”
Graham let him go, feeling a little annoyed. “But it was okay for you to suck my cock? I told you I haven’t been tested in a while either.”
“I know. I—I guess I’m more worried about you than me,” Thad admitted. He stumbled, then dropped onto the couch nearby with a heavy groan. Graham nearly laughed at the sight, realizing Thad still had his jeans and underwear on, although they were pooled around his ankles.
But what Thad had said made any trace of amusement fade.
Graham frowned. “That’s not good.”
“No?” Thad let his head loll toward Graham.
“No.” Graham looked around for something to mop up with.
Thad must have figured out what he was looking for because he handed over his T-shirt, which dangled from the back of the couch.
Graham cleaned up, then tugged at Thad’s shoulder, pulling at him until he shifted and settled alongside Graham, half-crushing him, his head tucked into the crook of Graham’s neck.
They didn’t really fit well this way, too wide for the sectional to comfortably cuddle for long without someone’s arm going numb, but Graham didn’t really care.
He needed Thad close like this. Also, he was cold and the heat of his body felt nice.
Either Thad was a little chilly too, or he’d read Graham’s mind, because he reached for a throw blanket and pulled it over both of them.
“So why do you worry about me and not yourself?” Graham asked, his tone soft as he craned his neck to look at him.
He finally lifted Thad’s ball cap off and tossed it in the direction of the coffee table. His hair looked a little sweaty and matted underneath, a faint red line creasing his forehead.
Graham brushed his thumb across the spot, then threaded his fingers through Thad’s hair. It was a little damp and oddly kinked from being flattened down by the hat, but he liked the way Thad’s shoulders softened when he did it.
Thad let out a big sigh, his breath gusting warmly across Graham’s bare shoulder.
“I dunno. I’ve always kinda been this way, I guess.”
“Yeah?” Graham asked.
“Yeah. I used to look out for Gavin when we were little. And he looked out for me too. It was just …”
Thad fell silent for a while and Graham kept running his fingers through Thad’s hair, hoping he found it soothing.
“I guess I’ve always worried about everyone else more than myself.”
“It’s nice to look out for other people,” Graham agreed. “But maybe you should worry about yourself, too.”
“Probably.”
They both fell silent, and Graham was debating if they could get away with sleeping here when he heard a whine.
He winced. “Ahh fuck, I forgot about Murphy.”
Thad snickered and sat up. “Yeah, you were so desperate to get at my dick you neglected your dog.”
“I didn’t neglect him,” Graham protested, laughing.
“Mm-hmm. I’m gonna call the animal welfare agency to report you.”
Graham sputtered and shoved Thad’s shoulder. They ended up tussling for a minute, with Thad trying to pin him to the couch while Graham squirmed to get away.
Eventually, Graham managed to stand but he wound up with Thad’s arms around his waist, Thad’s face buried against his hip.
He breathed deeply, mumbling, “You smell good.”
“Yeah?” Graham said, smiling down at him, running his hands through Thad’s hair again.
“Mmm.” Thad kissed his hip, then sat back. “Yeah. I like it. You’re not weirded out by it, right?”
“No,” Graham said. “Why? Should I be?”
“Some people are.”
“Well, you’re not with anyone else right now,” Graham reminded him.
Not that he really thought Thad needed reminding.
“True.” Thad shot him a grin and stood, gathering some clothes up and tossing them into a messy pile on the couch. “But you need to do something about your dog. He sounds broken-hearted.”
There were more mournful whimpers from the direction of the bedroom.
“Fuck!” Graham rooted through the tangle of clothes, found a pair of underwear, realized they weren’t his own, and shrugged.
Before he could put them on, Thad groaned, pressing his naked body against Graham’s back and wrapping him up tight in his arms. He ducked his head and kissed the side of Graham’s neck. “What is your obsession with wearing my clothes?”
“What is your obsession with me wearing them?” Graham countered, because Thad might not be hard at the moment but there was something distinctly heated in the way he roamed his hands across his body and the wet, open-mouthed kisses he was placing against his neck.
“Just a nice reminder you’re mine.”
The low rasp of Thad’s voice in Graham’s ear was hot, and he shivered when Thad skated his hands up over his abs and up to pluck at his nipples.
“Fuck,” Graham said, his head spinning with need despite the earlier orgasm.
He could feel Thad’s cock nestled against the cheeks of his ass. He shifted restlessly, imagining what it would be like if Thad bent him over and pushed inside.
He’d wondered if he’d like it, and maybe he still didn’t really know. Thad’s cock was definitely bigger than two fingers. But the anticipation coiling in Graham’s gut made him think, yeah, he was definitely going to like it.
Another mournful howl came from the bedroom and Thad slapped Graham’s thigh with one hand, gave him a gentle, affectionate bite on the neck, then stepped away. “Okay, you go get cleaned up in the shower. I will take Murphy out to pee.”
“Are you sure?” Graham asked.
“Yes.” Thad reached for a pair of jeans and tugged them on, apparently not bothering with underwear.
Graham stared at the pair of his own boxer briefs in his hand, shrugged, and gathered up the rest of the clothes. “I’m gonna toss all this in the wash before I hop in the shower.”
“Can I borrow a shirt?” Thad asked, already walking toward the bedroom.
“Yeah. And your hoodie is still here,” Graham called out as he headed for the utility closet where his washer and dryer lived. “It’s on top of my dresser.”
“Thanks!”
In the distance, Murphy let out some excited yips, and Graham smiled at the sound of Thad talking in a low voice to him.
It was too faint to hear what he said as Graham dumped the clothes in the washer, added soap, then turned the machine on. But it was nice to hear.
When he stepped out of the closet—laughing a little to himself at the jokes he could make there—he found Thad wearing his own jeans and backwards cap, plus a sweatshirt and slides that definitely belonged to Graham, with Murphy tucked under one arm.
“Nice shirt,” Graham said drily as he reached out to pet the dog who was wriggling with excitement. “And sorry for neglecting you, buddy.”
“Thanks.” Thad glanced down at the Harriers logo on it. “Hey, is this a retired design?”
“Yeah, from a couple of years ago, I think.”
“Huh. I like it.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Thad leaned in, brushing their lips together. “Go shower, baby, you’re covered in goosebumps. This time it’s your turn to warm me up.”
He turned and walked away, still carrying the dog.
The name Pennington stretched across his shoulders, the sweatshirt straining a little to contain the width of them.
Graham let out a low, tortured groan. “Okay, I get it,” he called after him. “I get it now.”
Thad shot him a grin and wink over his shoulder, then disappeared around the corner.
A moment later, the apartment door opened, and Graham realized he was shivering now.
Thad had a good plan.
Graham would shower, get in bed, and make sure things were very, very hot for Thad when he got back.