Chapter 20 Snow Day
SNOW DAY
GRANT
For a disoriented second, I didn't understand what was happening. Then awareness filtered in through the fog of sleep—the soft, wet slide of a tongue, the gentle suction, the deliberate rhythm—and my brain finally caught up to what my body already knew.
Jace.
My eyes snapped open and I looked down the length of my body to find him positioned between my legs, ass up in the air, mouth wrapped around my cock. The blankets had been pushed down to my thighs, and early morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the scene in soft grey tones.
He was naked except for the plug still seated in his ass. His good shoulder was braced against the mattress while his injured one was carefully positioned to avoid strain, and his head was bobbing slowly, taking me deeper with each pass.
“Fuck,” I breathed, voice rough with sleep.
He pulled off just enough to look up at me, lips shiny and swollen, eyes dark with intent. “Morning, Daddy.”
That sent heat straight to my already hard cock. “What are you doing?”
“What's it look like?” He licked a slow stripe up the underside of my shaft. “Woke up wanting you in my mouth.”
“Fuck, Jace—”
He took me back in before I could finish the sentence, and whatever protest I might have had died in my throat.
His mouth was hot and perfect, tongue working the sensitive underside while he sucked with just the right amount of pressure.
He knew exactly what he was doing, had clearly been awake long enough to get me fully hard before I'd even surfaced from sleep.
I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair, not guiding, just needing to touch him. He moaned around my cock, and the vibration made my hips jerk involuntarily.
“Easy,” he murmured, pulling off again. “Let me.”
I forced myself to relax back against the pillows and just watch.
Watch him work me over with single-minded focus, head bobbing in a steady rhythm.
Watch the way his ass shifted with each movement, the plug catching the light.
Watch the muscles in his back flex as he braced himself and took me deeper.
He looked obscene like this. Debauched. Absolutely perfect.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” I said, voice strained.
He hummed around my cock in response and went deeper, nose pressing against my pelvis as he took me all the way down his throat. I felt him swallow around me, felt the constriction, and had to grip the sheets with my free hand to keep from thrusting up.
“That's it. Take it all. Such a good boy for Daddy.”
He pulled back slowly, gasping for air, and I watched a string of saliva connect his lips to the head of my cock. “Want you to come in my mouth.”
“You want my come?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please. Want to taste you.”
The please did something to me. I tightened my grip in his hair and guided him back down, setting a faster pace. He took it eagerly, relaxing his throat and letting me use his mouth.
The plug shifted slightly as he adjusted his position. His own cock hanging heavy between his legs, already hard and leaking. The sight of him like this was almost too much.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered. “Want to see you stroke that cock while you suck me.”
He reached down immediately, wrapping his good hand around himself and stroking in time with the movement of his mouth. The dual stimulation made him moan, and the vibration shot straight through my cock.
“Fuck, that's perfect. You're perfect. Taking my cock so well.”
I watched him work himself, watched the way his ass clenched around the plug with each stroke, watched his whole body start to tremble with need. He was getting close. I could tell by the way his rhythm faltered, by the desperate little sounds he was making around my cock.
“Not yet,” I growled. “You don't come until I do. Understand?”
He whimpered but nodded, hand slowing on his cock.
“Good boy. Now take me deeper. Want to come down your throat.”
He relaxed his jaw and let me slide all the way in, nose pressed against my pelvis, and the tight heat of his throat was exactly what I needed. I felt my orgasm building fast, coiling tight at the base of my spine.
“That's it. Stay just like that. Gonna fill your throat. Gonna give you every drop.”
My hips jerked up involuntarily and he took it, swallowing around me, and that was what sent me over the edge.
“Fuck—Jace—swallow it—”
I came hard, pulsing down his throat, and he took everything. Swallowed every drop while his throat worked around my cock, milking me through the aftershocks. When I was finally spent, he pulled off slowly and licked his lips, looking up at me with dark, satisfied eyes.
“Good boy,” I breathed. “Now get up here. My turn.”
He crawled up my body carefully, cock hard and leaking, and I pulled him into a kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, salt and musk, and it made me groan into his mouth.
“On your back,” I said when we broke apart. “Let me take care of you.”
He rolled over, positioning himself on the pillows with his good shoulder supported, and spread his legs for me. His cock was flushed dark, curving up toward his stomach, precome leaking steadily from the tip.
I settled between his legs and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. “You've been so good for me. Took my cock so well. Swallowed everything I gave you.”
“Please, Daddy—”
“I know what you need.” I leaned down and licked a stripe up his shaft, tasting the salt of his precome. “Gonna make you come so hard.”
I took him in my mouth, no teasing, just straight down until he hit the back of my throat. He cried out, hips bucking up, and I had to press them back down to the mattress.
“Stay still. Let Daddy take care of this cock.”
I worked him with everything I had—lips, tongue, throat—taking him deep and sucking hard. His hands fisted in my hair, not pushing, just holding on like I was the only thing keeping him grounded.
“Grant—fuck—Daddy—I'm so close—”
I reached down between his legs and pressed gently against the base of the plug. The pressure made him gasp, made his whole body tense, and I felt his cock swell even thicker in my mouth.
“Come for me,” I said, pulling off just long enough to get the words out. “Come in Daddy's mouth.”
I took him back down and sucked hard while pressing on the plug again, and he shattered.
“Fuck—Daddy—I'm—oh god—”
He came with a broken cry, spilling hot and thick down my throat. I swallowed it all, working him through it, not stopping until he was trembling and oversensitive and trying to push me away.
When I finally released him, he was boneless against the pillows, chest heaving, eyes glazed with satisfaction.
“You okay?” I asked, pressing a kiss to his hip.
“Better than okay.” His voice was wrecked. “That was—fuck.”
I smiled and kissed my way back up his body until I could claim his mouth again. We kissed slow and deep, tasting each other, and I felt him relax completely in my arms.
After a moment, I shifted and ran my hand down his side to his ass. “We should take this out before we shower.”
“Yeah.” He tensed slightly. “Be gentle?”
“Always.”
I helped him roll onto his side and positioned myself behind him. My hand smoothed over the curve of his ass, appreciating the view one more time, before I gripped the base of the plug.
“Breathe out for me.”
He did, and I pulled gently. The plug slid out slowly, and I heard him hiss at the stretch. When it was free, I set it aside and watched as my come from last night started to leak out of his hole.
“Fuck, that's hot,” I muttered.
“Pervert.”
“You love it.”
“Yeah, I do.”
I grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and cleaned him up as best I could, then helped him to his feet. He was moving carefully, testing his weight on the bad leg, and I steadied him with a hand on his hip.
“Shower?” I asked.
“Please. I feel disgusting.”
“You feel perfect.” But I guided him toward the bathroom anyway, keeping my pace slow to match his limp.
Inside, I turned on the water and let it heat up while he leaned against the counter, watching me with soft eyes.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing. Just... thank you.”
“For what?”
“For taking care of me.” He pushed off the counter and came closer. “For staying.”
I pulled him into my arms and kissed the top of his head. “Always.”
We stepped into the shower together, and I washed him carefully, mindful of his injuries, before letting him return the favor. The intimacy of it felt even more significant than the sex—this quiet care, this gentleness, this thing we were building that I didn't have a name for yet.
But whatever it was, I wanted more of it.
After the shower, I helped him towel off and watched as he pulled on clean boxer briefs and sweatpants, moving slowly but more easily than he had yesterday. The hot water had helped loosen the stiffness in his shoulder and leg, and his face had lost some of that drawn, exhausted quality.
I dressed quickly in jeans and a t-shirt, and when I turned around, he was watching me with an expression I couldn't quite read.
We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, and I felt that pull again. The one that said this mattered more than it should, more than was safe, more than I could protect.
His stomach growled loudly, breaking the moment.
He laughed, pressing a hand to his abdomen. “Guess my body's got opinions.”
“When's the last time you ate a real meal?”
“Define real meal.”
“Something that isn't protein bars or whatever you've been surviving on.”
He grimaced. “Then probably not since before I got here.”
“Jesus, Jace.” I shook my head and took his hand, leading him out of the bathroom. “Come on. I’m feeding you.”
We made our way to the kitchen, his limp still present but less pronounced. I steered him toward the small table by the window.
“Sit. Rest that leg.”
“Bossy,” he said, and then—of course—he didn’t sit.
“Always.” I turned to the fridge, but Jace beat me there, already rummaging through it like he hadn’t just been told to rest.