He came apart at the seams, his body shaking, his face twisted in the most agonized look of pleasure Thad had ever seen. Milky-white cum shot up to his chest and spattered onto his abs in a couple of forceful shots.
Graham dug his fingers into the covers beneath him and closed his eyes, his body shaking while Thad milked him through his release, feeling the final dribbles slide down his fist and the small tremors in Graham’s body.
Thad kept going until Graham was shaking under him and made a low, wordless noise and pushed his hand away.
Thad let go and sat back, his heart pounding like he’d been the one to fall apart like that.
Thad’s mouth went dry at Graham lying there with his sweats pulled down to his thighs and his shirt rucked up, cum glistening on his abs as his chest rose and fell with deep, steady breaths.
He’d done that.
Thad really did feel like a devil who had debauched an angel now, smug and disbelieving he’d even been allowed to touch something so beautiful. Someone so untainted by the worldaround him, in a way that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the hardness and ugliness of life.
Thad wanted to photograph this moment, could already see the lighting and angles and …
But Graham reached for him, holding out a hand. “C’mere,” he coaxed. “Let me get you off too.”
Thad swallowed hard and shook his head. “Let me try something else. Can I come on you?”
“Fuck yeah.” Graham’s eyes lit up.
Thad grinned and stretched forward to kiss him. Once, hard and desperate, before he pulled back. He picked up the lube and spread it slowly along his length, his gaze locked on Graham’s spent cock.
Graham shifted restlessly on the bed and Thad caught a glimpse of his dick twitching, like it was trying to get interested again.
“God, it’s hot when you stare at me like that,” Graham whispered.
Thad knelt beside Graham’s hip and shoved his shorts and underwear down to pool around his knees. He was vaguely surprised to realize his cock was so hard it ached as he slid a slippery palm along his length.
Of course it made sense. Watching Graham come had been incredibly hot. But Thad had pushed his own need so far in the back of his head he hadn’t thought about it once.
But now …fuck, it felt so good to fuck into the tight, slippery tunnel of his fist.
Graham licked his lips. “Fuck, you look even better than I thought.”
“Yeah?” Thad rasped, teasing the head of his cock and showing it off to Graham. “Thought about my dick a lot, huh?”
Graham laughed shakily, lifting a hand to toy with his own nipple. “Some, yeah.”
“Tell me.”
Graham’s eyelids dipped, his thick lashes throwing shadows onto his cheeks. “Last summer … I … wondered how big you were. If you were cut or not.”
Thad was and so was Graham, but a lot of guys on the team—mainly Europeans and Canadians—weren’t.
“And you like what you see?” Thad prompted. Because he wanted to be sure Graham was fully on board with what it was like to be intimate with a man.
“Yeah. I do.” Graham bit his lip, idly plucking at his nipple. “I kinda thought … I thought you’d be a little hairier though.”
For a moment, Thad hazily wondered what the hell Graham was talking about, then he realized he meant body hair and nothing to do with the team name.
Thad shifted, widening his stance as far as the clothing bunched around his knees would allow. “I, uh, wax,” he admitted.
“Yeah?” Graham looked him over. “Makes sense. Gavin’s a lot furrier and?—”
Thad let out a choked laugh. “Pleased don’t say my brother’s name when I’ve got my dick out.”
Graham shot him a grin. “Sorry. I just was surprised.”
