Chapter 18

Gray and Simon helped Garon get settled into bed. Gray wasn’t sure who needed the ritual more, his son or himself. They tucked him in, and Gray ran his hand over Garon’s hair for a few minutes. Garon pushed into the touch and reached out his other hand to grab Simon’s.

After a few moments, Gray leaned down and kissed his son’s forehead. Simon gave Garon’s fingers a gentle squeeze before releasing them and stepping back. Garon slipped easily into sleep.

As Gray led Simon out of the room and into the hall, his gaze drifted across the hall to the guest room where Simon’s things were, and then down the hall to the master bedroom.

He knew where he wanted them to end up. Glancing at Simon, he could see Simon was having similar thoughts. “Stay with me tonight?”

Simon’s eyes grew dark with lust. “I’d love to.”

They went slowly down the hall, hands locked together.

Gray led Simon into his room and pulled him over to the bed.

He turned on a small lamp on the bedside table, its soft glow providing just enough light for them to maneuver.

Gray guided Simon around so he was sitting on the bed before he knelt down to slip off Simon’s shoes.

He tossed them aside, followed by his socks.

Simon started to unfasten his jeans, but Gray brushed his hands away. “Let me.”

Simon nodded and leaned back so Gray had easier access to the front of his jeans. He bit his lip, suddenly anxious. “I should probably shower.”

“Later,” Gray whispered.

He trailed his hands up Simon’s long legs, brushing his fingers against the roughness of the denim.

Finally reaching Simon’s waist, he unsnapped then unzipped the fastenings before guiding the stubborn fabric down Simon’s hips.

Simon lifted his body slightly and allowed Gray to pull them over the muscles of his ass and down his legs.

Gray threw the jeans over his shoulder, and they joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor. He worked his way back down Simon’s legs, this time trailing his hands over Simon’s lightly haired skin. Simon threw his head back and bit his lip.

The slightest touch between them was enough to set Simon’s pulse racing. Gray lifted Simon’s left leg and trailed kisses all the way to his thigh. He bit gently at the sensitive skin there, and Simon groaned beneath him.

“Gray… please.”

“Shh. I’ve got you.” He lowered Simon’s left leg and lifted his right, repeating the process. When he reached Simon’s thigh again, he nuzzled under the leg of his boxer briefs and pushed the material up to get a taste of the skin hidden under them.

Simon spread his legs wider as Gray kissed his way over the boxers and up to Simon’s stomach, pushing his T-shirt up inch by inch as he went.

“Damn, I love your body,” Gray said against Simon’s ribs, his breath heating the skin. He licked his way up farther, to a pink nipple that begged to be tasted.

Gray tugged at the tight bud with his teeth, and Simon hissed and arched beneath him. He grabbed Gray’s head and held it in place as Gray continued to tease him. Gray moved to the other side, licked the second little nub, then blew gently on it as it pebbled and hardened with the stimulation.

Simon grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off. He threw it aside and slid his hand back to Gray’s head and guided him up farther, to his neck. Gray explored the tender skin there and kissed the spot that made Simon gasp and plead for more before he finally made his way to Simon’s mouth.

The kiss wasn’t long enough. Simon groaned when Gray pulled away from him to kneel on the bed between Simon’s spread legs.

Simon slid himself farther onto the mattress, and Gray stretched out over him.

Their lips met again, and Simon delved his tongue deeply into Gray’s mouth.

Gray continued to explore, his large hand cupping Simon’s heavy balls and hard cock where they remained hidden beneath his briefs.

“Gray, please. Don’t tease me anymore. I can’t wait.”

“We have all night.”

Simon laughed against his mouth. “You might have all night. I have about thirty seconds until I explode.”

“I can work with that.” Gray gave him that familiar smirk and pushed the elastic of Simon’s black boxer briefs over his stiff length. He pulled and tugged to get them off. Simon helped to kick the material off his legs and out of the way.

When Simon was free, Gray turned around so his head was at Simon’s groin, and positioned his hips near Simon’s head, in case he wanted to explore as well.

He wanted another close-up look at Simon’s dick as it strained for his touch.

He gave it a quick lick, then sucked the tip into his mouth.

Simon groaned and began to fumble with the elastic of Gray’s shorts, tugging them down just far enough to free Gray’s cock.

As Gray sucked Simon deeper into his mouth, he traced the veined base with his hand. Simon returned the favor, licking at Gray before he sucked him in deep. Gray groaned around Simon’s dick, the sensations on his own warring with the pleasure he was getting from tasting Simon.

His groan made Simon arch and thrust into him.

Gray swallowed quickly, trying not to choke on his sudden mouthful.

Simon let go of Gray’s cock long enough to mumble, “Sorry,” then went right back to it.

Their motions fed off each other. Gray sucked and stroked, slowly at first, savoring the taste, and Simon matched his rhythm.

When Gray needed harder and faster, he pulled Simon’s dick deep into his mouth. Simon was heat and sweat and man… and blackberries. Gray bobbed a bit too hard over that realization and nearly choked himself again. He pulled off with a grin. “You taste really good.”

“Hmm,” Simon moaned.

Gray got a firm grip on Simon’s dick and stroked. “Like blackberries.”

Simon paused and looked down his body, then pulled his mouth off Gray. “My soap. Blackberry and sage.”

Gray nuzzled Simon’s sac, licking his lightly furred balls. “I like it.”

Simon groaned and stroked Gray in a tight fist. “I’m glad.”

Gray sucked a finger into his mouth and had it dripping with saliva before going on a quest for Simon’s hole. The first touch of his finger against Simon’s pucker made Simon arch and squeeze his ass together. “Oh fuck.”

“Yeah,” Gray grinned, licking his lips. “That’s what I want. Relax for me, baby.” When Simon unclenched his body, Gray dipped his finger into Simon’s body, just the tip breaching him. Simon let go of Gray’s cock and gripped his leg and the sheets.

“Deeper,” Simon demanded.

Gray pushed his finger in farther, feeling Simon’s tight hole stretch around him. He pulled out and dripped a little more spit onto his finger before pushing it in again. “You like that?”

“Yes, God, yes. More.”

Gray slipped his hand free, then knelt up and reached over to the nightstand and dug around until he found his lube.

He drizzled some over his fingers, then pushed two slowly inside Simon’s body.

He rolled them around inside, making sure he got Simon nice and slick.

When the muscles loosened, he crooked his fingers up to brush over that little nub inside.

Simon arched his back and moaned, reaching for his cock to give it a quick stroke. Gray used his other hand to knock Simon’s away. “Leave that alone.”

Simon glared down at him but dropped his head back when Gray nudged his prostate again.

Seeing Simon’s intense reactions to him made Gray harder than he’d thought possible.

He stilled his fingers inside Simon as he rearranged his body, twisting and turning until he was positioned where he wanted to be, between Simon’s legs.

“You ready, baby?”

“Yes. Now, Gray.”

Sliding his fingers free, Gray added a bit more lube over his cock and placed it at the opening of Simon’s body. A gentle push and the crown breached Simon, the muscles stretching farther to allow Gray’s thick length access. They both groaned, Simon’s legs coming up to open himself wider.

“Yes,” he panted. “Do it.”

Gray leaned forward, bracing his body on his hands on either side of Simon.

He started thrusting carefully, going just a bit deeper with each push of his hips.

Simon grabbed Gray’s arms and arched his body upward, helping Gray glide farther and farther inside his body until at last their hips met and Gray was completely sheathed inside him.

Lowering himself to his elbows, Gray tried not to crush Simon beneath his weight.

Simon lifted his head and met Gray’s lips as they moved together and found their rhythm.

He wrapped his raised legs around Gray’s waist, allowing Gray’s cock to go as deep as it could.

He clutched at Gray’s shoulders, digging his fingers into the flexing muscles.

Gray wanted it to go on forever, but the wait had been too long, and feeling Simon’s tight heat, clenching and releasing, his arms and legs grasping and frantically searching for purchase, pushed Gray over the edge.

He buried his head in Simon’s neck, holding back the howl that threatened to emerge as he came in thick, hot spurts inside Simon’s body.

Simon quickly followed, the final, hard thrusts from Gray hitting him just right and forcing his own climax.

They gasped together, Gray thrusting lazily as Simon continued to jerk beneath him.

When they subsided, Gray let more of his weight rest on Simon, their hot breath mingling as they nuzzled each other’s faces.

“Fuck, Simon. That was incredible.”

Simon chuckled and nudged him to the side. “Yeah.”

“Oh, here we go again. You can’t talk after, can you?”

“Nope.”

Gray slid his cock from Simon’s hole, and he could feel the wetness slipping free with it. He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and helped Simon clean up before wiping himself off as well.

Simon just lay there with a goofy grin, tracing one hand over the hard planes of Gray’s chest. Gray settled back beside him and curled onto his side so he could tuck Simon close.

Simon rolled over slightly so they were facing each other and snuggled in next to Gray.

He sighed and wrapped an arm around Gray’s waist. “Sleepy,” he mumbled.

Gray was energized after sex and wanted nothing more than to rest a minute and go again. Simon wouldn’t be up for it that soon, though, and he ran his hand softly down Simon’s side. “Rest. I’m not going anywhere.”

Simon nodded and his eyes drifted shut. A minute later his breathing deepened as he fell asleep. Gray lay next to him, continuing the soft strokes down Simon’s side. He rested his head on his other hand so he could stare down at Simon and watch him as he sank further into dreamland.

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