Chapter 16
Colton strips down slowly. The shirt is easy.
Shoes and socks are not a problem. Pants are a little more concerning and he leaves his underwear on.
There is no reason to take them off. Graham is still unconscious on the cot and Colton lies down behind him, awkwardly climbing over him to get into the narrow gap of space.
Graham turns over instantly, presses up close, inhales Colton’s skin and sighs in what seems like relief.
The joy of being unconscious.
Graham moans, body tightening and then relaxing as the vibrator in his ass continues to work. He isn’t leaking, though. And then Graham is shifting closer, cock finally hard where it presses against Colton’s groin. Lips brush his skin and Colton tries not to move.
“Colton,” Graham murmurs, mostly asleep, and his hand slips over Colton’s body to his ass, hauls him closer. “I need you.”
Colton is hard. It would be impossible not to be. Graham’s breathing is picking up, arousal building, Colton’s scent and proximity making Graham desperate.
Graham’s hand wanders to Colton’s cock, tries to stroke him through his underwear. He stills Graham’s hand. “No, Graham. Touch yourself instead.”
A noise of unhappiness. Colton takes Graham’s hand and puts it over his own cock, and Graham grips himself, starts to jerk himself off slowly, almost falling asleep as he does it.
Colton gives them a little more distance between their bodies, looks between them, and gets Graham’s hand moving again.
Another shudder goes through Graham and a spurt of come slips out of his cock.
Colton kisses Graham on the forehead, puts a hand on the back of Graham’s neck and grips him. “There you go. Good boy. You need to come, sweetheart.”
“Missed your hands,” Graham says, like a man about to die on the battlefield who has one last confession. It’s as if Graham’s not really here or there, seeming unaware of time or place.
This means nothing, Colton reminds himself. Graham is only being needy now because he’s out of it. If he was aware, he’d be pushing Colton away again. Colton needs to stay on task, be responsible, not get distracted by the beautiful and needy submissive begging so sweetly beside him.
“Show me how you want me to touch you then,” he rasps, heart breaking that this isn’t real.
“Kiss me.”
Colton leans down and kisses him, helpless not to.
Graham’s hand begins to move on himself. Up and down, knuckles brushing Colton’s stomach. “You won’t even do it with me? You’re so hard,” he whispers against Colton’s lips.
“Not yet. Just you,” he manages to say, closing his eyes to try to block out some of the desire roiling through him.
“Why can’t you help me?” Graham asks, close to begging.
He wants to scream at the unfairness of having Graham so close but not. “You know I like to see you. Prove to me you want me. It’s a… test,” he says, hands tight and to himself.
Graham whimpers and obeys, works for the orgasm. He’s straining, struggling. With a sharp exhale Colton puts a hand on Graham’s neck again, squeezes tight to help him come.
“Can I? Can I?” he begs.
“Of course. Come on, sweetheart.”
Graham comes with a cry, presses his mouth against Colton’s, open and wanting.
Colton’s breathing hard, his cock is aching, but he’s got himself on lockdown. He’s careful. He’s better than his desire. This is his own test.
“You’re not touching me,” Graham whispers. Fingers brush Colton’s lips. Wet and come-covered. Graham’s fingers push into his mouth, making Colton taste him, and it’s like his whole body is suddenly filled with napalm and lust.
Incinerating.
“Fuck,” Colton groans, sucking Graham’s fingers clean. “Please, don’t do that. I can’t… Fuck.” He shoves himself over, landing on his back, face turned away from Graham as he does everything he can to resist temptation.
Graham follows him, kisses his chest. Then he’s licking down Colton’s stomach and Colton raises a hand, puts it on Graham’s head to stop him, grips tight and hard, and Graham moans.
He’s somehow pressing wet kisses to Colton’s cock through his underwear, the hot cavern of his mouth surrounding him through the fabric.
Colton pulls hard to stop him, gasping in tortured breaths.
“No. You… I don’t want you to regret this, honey. You have to stop.”
Graham pauses. Seems to be thinking, eyes still closed.
His nostrils flare. And then he cries out and his face presses into Colton’s crotch, nuzzles the hard length of him as a hand goes back, presses against the plug inside him.
His hips jerk. “Can I? Can I?” He’s frantic, using his mouth to get into Colton’s underwear, desperate for his cock. “I can come if you give me your cock!”
Which is true. The act of submission would doubtless push him over the edge. And that is the priority. But it seems more than a little self-serving to agree. “I’m not sure you want it enough. Come, Graham. Prove to me that you want it,” he rasps, stalling for time.
Graham’s pressing rhythmically against the plug and shifting it inside himself, and his cock is dripping. Finally, finally, his body has gotten with the program, trying to get rid of the toxin buildup.
Graham cries out, comes hard, his cock dripping in thick spurts onto the cot. He nurses at Colton’s cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. It’s heaven and hell. Colton doesn’t want it to end—he wants more. He’d give anything to have his cock take the place of that plug.
“Come here,” Colton demands and Graham moves hastily to comply. He lies on top of Colton, groans in frustration. Colton’s cock would groan in frustration, too, if it could.
“Why aren’t you on top of me? Why aren’t you touching me? What do I have to do to have you? Tell me. Please.” Graham’s voice is shaking, and he’s distressed and grieving.
Colton swallows against the knot of pain rising in his throat.
Graham is so sweet, so perfect. Colton wishes he were good enough for him.
Wishes Graham was desperate enough to look past his failings.
But he isn’t. And when Graham gets past this and feels better, then he’s going to think about what Colton did here, and it’s going to be hard enough to explain himself.
“I love watching you,” Colton offers, having to give Graham some reassurance. “I… I want you to come again. Come on me and then I’ll take you.”
Which is a lie. Colton has to make sure that’s a lie.
Graham makes a low sound of need and pushes back clumsily, buries his head against Colton’s stomach, opens his mouth and breathes in Colton’s scent while working the plug in his ass.
Colton’s never seen anything so beautiful.
Graham strokes his own cock with his free hand and he’s a picture of devotion, of single-minded focus. A devotee.
His head is pressed against Colton’s stomach for balance, his mouth nursing Colton’s weeping cock through the fabric as Graham works his own cock and his hole with his hands. He’s going to come so Colton will take him. That’s what he wants, what he’s striving for.
It takes Colton two tries to say “Here” and get Graham to suck on his fingers instead of his cock. Out of the corner of his eye he can tell Mack is back. He picks up the cock ring and hands it back to Colton with a stern look.
Colton makes Graham pause and sit back, gets the ring back onto Graham’s shaft. Graham swears at the sensation and makes a guttural sound.
“Fuck, too much. Sir. Sir! Too much.”
Uncertain, he looks to Mack, who rolls his eyes and shakes his head firmly.
“You’re fine. This is good for you,” Colton says. He can’t trust himself but he can trust Mack.
Mack nods, gives him a thumbs-up, and walks out the door. “Wait! Don’t go! What do I do?”
Mack peers back into the room. “You fuck him. He’s jizzing all over the place and begging for your cock. Unless you don’t want him, you’re crossing the line into cruelty. A Dominant takes care of his sub,” he says and closes the door again.
The buzzing of the cock ring is a quiet hum.
It isn’t long before Graham’s breathing becomes hitched.
His hand is hovering over his cock, not touching himself but wanting to.
The ring is pressed snugly under the big vein running down the length of his cock, and his cock is hard and dark, stuffed full and eager to spill.
“Come, Graham. Show me.”
Graham grips himself, jerks himself off, eyes squeezed tight against the feeling. “H-hurts,” he whispers, wanting praise.
“There you go. Look at you hurting for me. I’m proud of you. So good.”
Graham’s response is electric. He sucks Colton’s fingers back into his mouth, almost biting him in his enthusiasm. He arches his ass up as if he wants the plug deeper. Or as if he wants Colton to slide into his ass instead. The Dominant in him sees it as an offer.
Within moments Graham is coming between them, ragged and low.
“Perfect. Beautiful.”
“I can… if you want,” Graham whimpers, and there are tears at the corner of his eyes. “I’ll do it again. For you. Even though I need your cock so bad.” His hand is still moving on his cock, grip looser. “I just have to know you want me.”
“You’re all I want. I swear. I promise,” Colton says and has to swallow down the emotion rising within him.
Graham cries out, comes again, and clutches Colton, wrapping tight around him even as his body continues to be tortured with vibrations.
“There you go. That’s it. You fall to me. I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Colton says.
Graham is shaking, trembling. His cock is still leaking and his balls are tight and red. The overstimulation must be intensely painful. But Graham is slipping into a good headspace, and Colton strokes his back, tells him how lovely he is.
“Please, please fuck me now.”
Mack comes back in then. He gives Colton a look. They both know that Graham needs to be fucked to fully settle and go as deep as he needs to. “This isn’t about you. Give him what he needs.”
His cock is throbbing, agrees wholeheartedly with the plan. Graham is his. He is. And the Dominant in him is howling at him to fuck Graham and stay buried in him all night long.
He can’t, though. Not this way. When he isn’t sure the consent is freely given.
“I need another option. He’s not cognizant and able to consent.”
Graham tenses. “I want you. I do. It’s you who doesn’t… Being with me ruins your whole life. I wasn’t your choice; I’m your job. And you… you don’t feel like my job. You feel like… like you’re mine. Fuck, I just wish you were mine.”
“I am yours. I’d give anything to have you. But I’m not good enough for you and half an hour ago you agreed with me.”
“I don’t get paid enough for this. Graham, do you consent to anal penetration?” Mack asks, voice loud.
“Yes,” he says seriously. “If… if he wants to.”
“I do. Of course I do!” How can Graham doubt that?
“Well, there you go. Invite me to the wedding. Show him your hole, honey. You know he won’t be able to resist then.”
Graham grunts and shoves himself back, catching himself before he falls off the cot, clumsily turning as he obeys.
And then he’s shoving his ass into the air, legs spread, his glistening hole on display.
Colton can see him clenching around the plug.
Graham reaches behind himself, grabs the plug, and pulls it out.
His hole is open, flushed with arousal. He takes the cock ring off, too.
Mack chuckles, throws Colton a tube of lubricant, and goes back to the door. “You’re going to get this done, right?”
“Please,” Graham begs and Colton surrenders. He shoves down his underwear and coats his cock in lube. He drapes himself over Graham’s back and faintly hears the door shut again.
He lines his cock up and presses steadily into Graham’s hot, slick hole. Graham clenches weakly against him, some instinctive physical reaction to protect himself. Colton kisses his neck, makes a sound, and whispers in his ear. “Open, sweetheart. You gotta let me inside you now.”
“Do you want me?” Graham asks, voice a whisper.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life. I’ll only leave you if you make me. It won’t ever be my choice to give you up.”
“I need to believe you. Make me believe you. That I’m… everything. I know I’m not as good as the other ones, but I—”
“You’re wrong, Graham. You’re perfect. I’ll make you believe it, baby,” he says and lines himself up to Graham’s swollen hole.