CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT #2
But Violet shook her head and frowned. “No. I thought they would’ve arrived by now. I didn’t expect to beat them here.”
“Hmm,” Thad said. “Well, let’s get your photos done in the meantime, if you don’t mind.”
After, Thad chased down a few of the rookies who seemed to have gone for mostly cheap store-bought costumes, got some more shots of the staff, then went in search of Graham.
He was the last one on Thad’s official list before he could call it a night.
The pub was getting progressively more and more packed though, so it took Thad a little while to find Graham near the bar, throwing back a shot.
He was definitely feeling the drinks already, his cheeks flushed and grinning from ear-to-ear at the cluster of players around him, celebrating his hat trick tonight.
Thad cleared his throat. “Hey, Graham, can I get some shots of your costume?”
Graham turned to face him, still grinning widely. “Sure. Where do you want me?”
There was a definite flirtatious note in his voice and Thad bit back the urge to remind him where they were and that they were trying to keep this quiet.
After Thad got his photos, Graham swiped the camera from his hand.
“Hey!” Thad protested with a laugh, reaching for it. “What are you doing?”
Graham held the camera up and out of reach. Thad wouldn’t be able to get to it unless he leaned in and pressed his body to Graham’s. Tempting, but he had a feeling he knew how that would go.
“I just want to get a few shots of you. C’mon, show me how to use it!” Graham teased.
Thad bit back the urge to crack a dirty joke. “Why?” he asked instead, crossing his arms over his chest.
Grinning, Graham said, “Because you’re part of the organization too! There should be some photos of you! C’mon. Pose for me!”
“Yeah, okay.” Thad held out his hand. He set everything on auto mode, pointed out the shutter button, then passed the camera back to Graham.
“Wait, gotta get my shield,” he said. He fetched it, then posed while Graham took a few shots.
After he handed the camera to Thad, Anker called out, “Hey, Liam! Get that man some more shots! He got the hatty tonight!”
Liam looked up from the glass he’d been polishing and grinned. “Coming right up.”
Liam pulled out a tray of Jell-O shots that glowed an eerie white under what Thad assumed were black lights.
Tonic water did the trick, if Thad remembered right. Probably also Jesse’s handiwork.
But ugh. Jell-O shots? Really? Thad groaned. “So, they want people to get drunk-drunk tonight, huh?”
“Nah, some are non-alcoholic,” Jesse said as he sauntered up. “The ones with whipped cream have booze, the ones without don’t.”
“God, I haven’t done these since college,” Graham said with a laugh, grabbing one with whipped cream and passing it to Thad.
Thad took it and said, “Oh, you mean two years ago?”
“It was four!” Graham protested, grabbing another shot. Also alcoholic. He tipped his head back, pinched the cup and swiped his tongue into it in a shockingly practiced move.
Thad’s blood heated, and he tipped his head back to do the same to his own shot.
He wasn’t quite as skilled at getting it into his mouth—he hadn’t gone to college and all of his experience with shots like this had come when he was working as a barback and either patrons had bought one for him or there had been ones leftover at the end of the night—but he still caught a flicker of Graham’s heated glance on him as he lowered the plastic cup.
Graham leaned in and whispered in his ear, his breath warm and tickling Thad’s skin. “Makes me think about your tongue in my ass last night.”
Heat flooded Thad’s body at the memory, though he did glance around to be sure there was no one close enough to overhear.
“Careful,” he warned.
Graham smirked and whispered, “Meet me in the bathroom in ten.”
Graham waited impatiently in the bathroom, his head swimming a little from the drinks.
Mostly it was the eager anticipation of what he was about to do though.
Not that he had a plan, really, he just needed Thad. Needed to touch him, needed to slide his palms along Thad’s muscular arms and taste his lips.
He hadn’t stopped buzzing with feeling since last night. With need.
He paced the bathroom, hoping none of his teammates or the SAPs came in—God, does that mean Thad is a SAP?—he wondered, laughing a little at the thought.
He probably hated that. Too bad. Graham wasn’t letting him go for anything.
Thankfully, by the time Thad stepped through the bathroom door with a wary look, minus the sword and shield, the coast was clear.
No one else had come in the bathroom since Graham stepped inside, and all of the stalls still said “vacant”.
Perfect.
“Hey,” Graham said breathlessly. “C’mere.”
Thad opened his mouth but before he could ask anything, Graham tugged him into one of the stalls and locked the door behind them. The stalls were a better design than most, with floor to ceiling doors and no gaps under the sides. Practically made for fooling around in.
Because fuck, Thad looked unbelievable in that costume …
“What are we doing?” Thad asked quietly.
“What do you think?” Graham pulled him in for a kiss. It didn’t take long for Thad to get with the program, sliding his tongue into Graham’s mouth and pressing close.
When they finally came up for air, Graham whispered, “I swore to myself I’d behave tonight but damn you look so fucking good.”
Thad’s body softened against Graham’s.
“So do you, baby.” Thad squeezed Graham’s ass through the folds of his costume, and they began kissing again. The heat between them built again as they touched each other, fitted their bodies closer.
Eventually, Thad pulled away with a soft groan. “Everyone thinks we’re wearing matching costumes though.”
Graham scowled. “I’m Greek. You’re Roman.”
“Yes, well, clearly, it’s all Greek to them,” Thad joked.
Graham shot him an unimpressed look.
Thad smiled, ducking his head to ghost his lips across Graham’s jaw. “You look incredible too. Your body …”
“Yeah?” Graham pressed closer, backing Thad up against the wall. “What do you want to do to me?”
“Fuck, everything.” Thad let out a shaky exhale and brushed their cheeks together as he whispered in Graham’s ear, “I want to suck your cock while I finger you. I want to fuck that perfect ass of yours, then fill you up, then lick up my cum as it drips out of your ass …”
Graham shivered at the thought, his body going hot with desire. “Yes. Fuck. Do it now.”
Thad let out a rough groan. “We can’t. Not here.”
“We should leave then. Head back to my place.” Graham slid a hand through the leather flaps of Thad’s body armor, frustrated by the fabric of his tunic still in the way. “C’mon, I need you.”
“Baby,” Thad said with a quiet laugh, pressing forward until Graham was forced to take a few steps back and was now the one pinned against the wall. “What has gotten into you?”
“You,” Graham said with a grin, finally getting his hand under Thad’s tunic. He didn’t wear a traditional loincloth, but a pair of snug briefs. Graham ghosted a hand over the soft bulge beneath, thickening with every touch.
“Jesus, I had no idea you got this horny when you were drunk,” Thad muttered, kissing the side of his neck.
Graham shivered, tipping his head back and letting it softly thump against the wall. “Me either. I think it’s just being with you, actually.”
Graham could feel Thad smile against his skin. “How’d I get so lucky?” he whispered. “To find you. To be with you.”
“I dunno. I feel pretty lucky too.”
He tugged the annoying fabric away from Thad’s body and slid his hand between it and Thad’s warm skin. Graham could feel the brush of Thad’s pubic hair against the back of his hand as he dragged his fingertips up and down Thad’s shaft.
His skin was hot, his cock getting harder with every second that passed. “Will you let me fuck you sometime?” he whispered.
Thad shuddered, bucking into Graham’s touch, his breath coming in short hot puffs of air that tickled Graham’s skin. “Yeah. I’d love that.”
Graham shifted restlessly, feeling the ache in his own cock. “Can I suck you off now?”
“Baby.” Thad muffled a tortured groan against his neck. “That’s not a good idea. This is a work event. If you really want to fool around in public sometime, let’s do it somewhere else.”
“I don’t want to fool around in public,” Graham said, swiping his thumb across the sticky tip of Thad’s dick. “I just want you and I’m too impatient to wait until we get somewhere else more private.”
“Believe me, I get it,” Thad said, kissing along his bare shoulder. “Watching you play tonight …”
“Yeah?” Graham smiled, closing his eyes, giving himself over to the pleasure of Thad’s lips on his skin and Thad’s cock in his hand. It wasn’t enough but somehow it was still perfect.
“Yeah.” Thad rocked his hips, his teeth grazing across the cap of Graham’s shoulder. “God, seeing you tear down the ice gets me so hot. Those silky hands … the way you move your feet. You’re so fucking good, baby.”
“Then how about you reward me?”
The air in the stall felt hot now. Almost stifling. It made Graham want to strip their clothes off and press their bodies together. Rub off together. He felt crazed with it, his head spinning with drinks and desire.
He swirled his thumb across the head of Thad’s cock and pulled his hand away, lifting it to his mouth to suck the salty-sweet flavor before he licked his palm.
When he brought his damp hand down to wrap around Thad’s cock again, he felt him shudder in response.
“Fuck. You make me want to do stupid things,” Thad muttered, rather than answer his earlier question, biting his shoulder, his cock sliding through Graham’s snug grip easier now. “And here I thought you were the good boy.”
Graham almost laughed because he’d never done anything like this either. Never dreamed of it. But it was like he couldn’t get enough of Thad. Couldn’t get enough of the thrill of excitement that went through him every time they touched.
But he didn’t want to push Thad if he really didn’t want to do this now.
“I’ll stop if you want,” he whispered, stilling.
“I …” Thad lifted his head and let out a shaky breath. “No, don’t stop. I’m close.”
Graham smiled, stroking again as he shifted his weight a little so he could get some friction against his own dick. Thad seemed to know what he was looking for, because he shifted too, pressing his thigh tighter between Graham’s legs.
It didn’t leave Graham with a lot of room to move so he focused his touch on the head of Thad’s cock, using tight, twisting strokes that made Thad’s breath grow quicker and more shallow.
“Fuck, baby, it’s not going to take me long like this,” Thad said with a shaky breath, reaching down to grab Graham’s ass. He got his hand up under the fabric of Graham’s toga, then teased under the elastic of his underwear. “You feel too good.”
“You do too,” Graham rasped.
“I can’t stop thinking about last night.”
“God, me either.” Graham kissed him desperately. “Are you sure you don’t have any lube on you?”
“I left it in my other gladiator costume,” Thad muttered.
Graham let out a muffled laugh. “Damn. Because I need you inside me again.”
“Later,” Thad vowed, dragging a finger over Graham’s opening, like a teasing little promise of what was to come. “You sure you won’t be too sore though?”
“No,” Graham said, using his thumb to tease at the crown of Thad’s cock. “It reminds me of the soreness after a workout. I feel so fuckin’ good after.”
Thad groaned, pressing their foreheads together. “My dirty fucking boy. God, you’re so good. So perfect for me.”
“Tell me when you get close,” Graham whispered roughly, “I’ll suck you off, so we don’t make a mess.”
The noise Thad let out was desperate and his cock jerked in his hand like maybe Graham had pushed him too far already. And a moment later, Thad let out a groan, spurting into Graham’s hand.
Almost at the same instant, there was a shout in the hallway and the bathroom door slammed open.
“Get your fucking ass out here, Thad,” Gavin said in a furious tone. “We need to talk.”