Theo
THEO
Kissing as they lay curled together after Grant had been so tender, tried hard not to bring an old memory bubbling to the surface. He and Blair had been in their teens, sneaking away from the family to meet up with a group at the cliffs. The names of the other teens were gone, but he remembered their conversation, their bold proclamations.
The cliff they’d chosen to drink a few beers beneath towered above the sea. A few boys had begun egging one another on to jump, swearing up and down it was a popular spot for cliff diving. Blair called them on their bluff, knowing no one would take the dive. had believed the same thing, thinking them all talk and no action, but had kept his mouth shut. They’d blustered and talked in circles, and they wouldn’t jump.
had though.
Fourteen years old and already growing bitter and distrustful of the world, he’d stared at the cliff’s edge. The conversation had faded to background noise, and the decision was made before he was even consciously aware of it. He’d barely heard Blair’s shout as he darted forward, not hesitating as his feet curled at the edge of the cliff and launched him forward.
First, there was nothing. Time slowed, and for a wild moment, he thought he might have been flying. The fall came next, and he plummeted, streaking toward the sea. Apparently, he’d never once shouted, flailed, or lost control as he’d dove toward the water.
But it was the feeling as gravity yanked him down, hurtling him toward what could be certain death. Terror had gripped his chest, making it impossible to breathe. Exhilaration followed, jolting through his limbs as he realized his death might be only seconds away, but God, he was falling, he was alive, and he was free.
Grant’s hand curled around his waist, tightening and pulling him back to the present. That same dread and exhilaration funneled through him, stealing his breath even as his heart hammered in excitement.
No one’s touch had ever left feeling like he was plummeting through the air. As Grant’s hand came to rest on his jaw, cupping it gently, realized he’d thrown himself off the proverbial cliff a long time ago. They were both falling toward the sea, and couldn’t remember how to swim.
“We’re gonna need a more comfortable spot than this,” breathed against Grant’s lips.
“There’s always the bed.”
shivered at the need in Grant’s voice. “Maybe we’ll even make it this time.”
Grant chuckled, pulling himself away from . There was a brief moment where felt the ache of Grant’s absence before the man’s hands were on him again, pulling him to his feet.
It was no graceful and seductive walk back into the house. Grant managed to make it to the sliding glass door and open it before pounced. Grant stumbled, catching himself on the back of a chair as pressed close. Heat flushed through as Grant’s fingers found the back of his shirt, breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over ’s head.
knew they needed to move again if they had any chance of making it up the stairs. He somehow managed to get his feet to move backward, heading toward the first step. didn’t take his hands off Grant as they awkwardly tried to climb the stairs. His foot missed a step, sending him onto his ass with a low grunt.
Grant followed quickly, pressing into the stairs and kissing him hard. let out a low moan, fighting to get Grant’s shirt off while undoing his pants. The line of hair on Grant’s stomach brushed his knuckles as he undid the button, yanking at the fabric to loosen the zipper.
“Damn it,” Grant grumbled, bending down and wrapping an arm around ’s waist.
gave a soft yelp as he was pulled from the stairway as though he weighed nothing. As much as he wasn’t a fan of Grant’s habit of trying to make sure he was healthy, he sure as hell wasn’t going to argue about the results it had on Grant’s body. outright refused to admit that he loved it when Grant manhandled him or pinned him down, but he was sure Grant could feel it when wrapped his legs around the man’s waist and held him close.
With Grant doing the walking for them, they finally managed to make it to the bedroom. couldn’t help but take a cursory glance around, eyeing the one room in the house he’d never quite got to before. It was well-lit, with wide windows on each side, facing both east and west, so the sun would always get in. The ceiling sloped, but not so much that Grant had to duck down. There were pictures he couldn’t make out on the walls beside a large bookshelf, an ornate armoire, and a large, inviting bed against one wall.
Before he could take in much more, he felt himself tossed gently. let out a soft laugh as he hit the bed and bounced. Before he’d finished his second bounce, Grant was on top of him, using his larger body and weight to press into the mattress.
“Hi,” chuckled.
Grant bent his head forward, biting ’s shoulder. “Hi.”
hissed at the jolt of pleasure-pain, arching his hips up against Grant. The obvious invitation was accepted, and Grant’s fingers quickly worked at the button and zipper. Cool air brushed against ’s thighs as Grant shoved his pants down, making equally quick work of his underwear.
Grant murmured softly as he pulled back, running a hand from ’s shoulder and down his arms. While he’d never said anything, Grant loved his tattoos, and his eyes always looked positively gluttonous whenever was shirtless and on display for him. wasn’t sure if the man was trying to memorize all he saw or just taking everything in at once. Either way, the lust in Grant’s eyes was always fun to watch.
reached up, running a hand over Grant’s broad chest and down the flat plane of his stomach. had decorated his skin with ink and metal, but damned if he didn’t love Grant’s totally unadorned skin. There was a small scar on Grant’s hip from an overly excited dog when he was a boy. The line of stomach hair widened around his navel, creating a little grove of hair that loved running his fingers through.
Yeah, he was definitely a fan of Grant’s body.
His gut tightened when Grant’s hands finally left ’s body to yank at his own pants, baring himself completely. eyed Grant’s cock as it bobbed heavily into view, unable to stop himself from wrapping his fingers around the shaft. It pulsed warmly in his hand, accompanied by a soft noise of pleasure from Grant.
Then Grant was pressed against him again, kissing him deeply. There was hunger in the kiss, but it was still slow and steady. The need pulsed between them, and gasped when Grant ground against him, rubbing their shafts together. The sound became reedy and whisper-thin when Grant’s next thrust drove his cock down, sliding between ’s thighs and ass.
pressed his face against Grant’s neck with a chuckle. “I see someone’s wanting to top tonight.”
Grant’s breath stuttered, and he ground forward again, fingers tightening when gave a soft gasp. had been thrilled the first time they’d fucked, and he’d discovered Grant had no preference whether he was on the giving or the receiving end. Fucking Grant that first time on the man’s living room floor had been heady and fun. With Grant holding him down and teasing him, though, was more than happy to take whatever Grant wanted to throw at him.
“Then I guess you better get what we need,” groaned.
The sound Grant made could have easily been described as a growl, bringing a smirk to ’s face. For someone so gentle and mild-mannered, he loved it when he got to see the other side of Grant. It had slowly begun to manifest itself over the last couple of weeks, and it showed up more and more as time passed.
Grant was only gone for a moment, a condom and bottle of lube in tow when he returned. chuckled at the impatient look on Grant’s face, at least as long as it took for him to push a slick finger into him. ’s hips twitched, pushing Grant’s digit deeper inside him, already murmuring for the man to do far more. That earned him a second and then a third finger as Grant fought to get the condom on one-handed.
As Grant finally pulled his fingers free, wrapped his legs around Grant’s waist and pushed him back. The man gave a low grunt of surprise as he landed on his back, following. Hovering over him, smirked, perching above his waist.
“Bossy,” Grant mused, pupils full as he watched eagerly.
reached behind him, taking hold of Grant’s slick cock. “Did I ever tell you we had to ride horses as a kid?”
Grant shook his head gently. “No...odd time to bring that up.”
caught his bottom lip between his teeth as he brought the head of Grant’s cock up and pressed it against him. With a well-practiced roll of his hips, he groaned as the head pushed inside. There came the familiar and even welcome flash of pain and then the burn as he slid his hips backward.
“It means,” said, shuddering as he slid more of Grant into him, “that I’m an accomplished rider.”
“Jesus,” Grant hissed, though whether it was because of the joke or the feeling of squeezing around him was unclear.
wanted to make another sort of horse joke as Grant’s cock spread him wide, but it came out as a groan instead when his ass pressed against Grant’s lap. He huffed out a laugh as he reared up and pushed back, driving Grant into him with a roll of his hips. Grant’s hands snapped up, gripping hard to ’s hips but letting him set the pace.
The thrill of pleasure became a shudder as rocked back and forth, careful not to push up too high before dropping down. The burn faded, rapidly melting into pleasure, wrapping its way up and down his spine. Grant’s fingers dug into his hips, soft groans escaping his lips.
watched him, placing his hands on Grant’s chest to hold himself steady. With anyone else, would have been driving down, slamming their bodies together and relishing the guttural cries and desperate moans. But with Grant, he wanted to savor it, to watch the sweat bead on his forward, feel the shudder of the man’s body as slid his hips smoothly. God, the man was gorgeous, but there was something remarkable about the way Grant gazed up at him, somehow both soft and hard at the same time.
His eagerness smoothed, and he let himself fall one last time. Grant’s cock throbbed inside him, eager and almost there. bent forward, kissing the man deeply.
“Your turn,” told him.
With a grunt, Grant tightly wrapped his arms around and rolled them. On his back, wrapped his legs around Grant’s waist. Their lips met as Grant hovered over him and took on the pace. groaned into the kiss as Grant changed the angle of his thrusts. Lights exploded in his head, reminding him of the smear of city lights as he’d plummeted toward the ocean.
“Yes,” Grant told him, voice low and eager.
couldn’t find the breath to reply, losing himself in the crash of Grant’s hips against his body. It was gentle, it was steady, it was strong and sure. His body roiled with pleasure, sparking through every nerve ending and driving soft whimpers from his lips. Grant buried himself one last time, groaning as ’s body tightened around his cock.
gave a cry that was meant to be Grant’s name, his cum coating his stomach and chest. Grant’s cock jerked inside him as the man buried his face into ’s neck, breathing heavily.
They stayed like that for what felt like forever. ’s thoughts swirled and crashed, pulling him like the tide. He could practically hear the crash of the waves on the rocks below him and feel the spray of the water as it misted the air.
“Stay?” Grant asked softly, curling at ’s side.
said nothing, unable to respond as Grant wrapped his arms around him gently, holding him close. That simple question left him cold, and he could see the seawater entering his mouth and threatening to fill his lungs.
* * *
Grant had been content enough to drift off to sleep, still curled around . His mind, unwilling to stop its jittering and jumping, had lain there as darkness settled in and the moon began to rise. He didn’t need the alarm clock on the bedside table to tell him he’d been there too long, trying to figure out what he was going to do.
His time with Grant had been wonderful, even eye-opening. But there was too much to juggle, too much to face. had been on his own, figuratively or literally, for as long as he could remember. As much as the sight of Grant made warm, and the thought of seeing him again left him excited, it was also like drowning.
As he watched the moonlight cast its light over Grant’s peaceful face, was unsure if he wanted to settle on the walls or the ocean. Either way, he was closed in, pressed on all sides.
All he could do was try to swim to shore.
Gently as he could, untangled himself from Grant’s hold. He froze when the man mumbled softly in his sleep, curling his arm around his middle before settling. It took a few minutes to retrieve and pull on the clothes that had ended up scattered around the bedroom.
Before going downstairs to retrieve his shirt and shoes, he stopped at the doorway. His stomach twisted as he watched Grant contentedly sleep, knowing he was the cause of the man’s peace. The older man was impossibly handsome, incredibly kind, and infinitely patient. almost wished he had the courage to watch when Grant was awake, if only for the chance to catch Grant’s eyes reflecting the moonlight.
Instead, he walked down the stairs softly, picking up the rest of his clothes and stopping in the kitchen. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, retrieving a pad of paper and a pen from a nearby cup. He stared at the page in front of him, wondering how to explain everything that was going on in his head, knowing that even if he wrote an essay, he would barely touch the surface.
His heart sinking, he hastily wrote what he could. He couldn’t bring himself to go back up the stairs and leave it beside the bed. Instead, he set it on the counter next to the coffeemaker. He tried to ignore the quiver in his fingers as he pulled his hand away.
Murmuring a soft goodbye to the two cats, he stepped into the night, closing the door behind him with a soft click.