“Good or bad?” Thad asked, still stroking.
“Neither really,” Graham said. “You’re fucking hot like this and I bet you’d be hot with chest hair too.”
The way he looked at Thad certainly made himfeelhot. But his orgasm was creeping closer, making everything a little hazy.
“Yeah?” he managed. “You think so?”
“Oh yeah.”
“What else did you think about?” Thad asked breathlessly.
Graham’s laugh was shaky. “What didn’t I think about?”
“Tell me,” Thad demanded.
“Your hand on my cock, your mouth on me. What it would feel like if”—his swallow was audible—“if I fucked you. If you—if you fucked me.”
Thad’s head spun at those mental images, and he stroked faster, harder, need rushing through him. He was so fuckingclose.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “Yeah, God, Graham. I want that too.”
“Which?”
“Fuck! All of it,” he gasped. “Whatever you want.”
“I thought about buying a toy this summer,” Graham whispered. “Trying it out. Seeing if I liked having something inside me.”
“Did you?” Thad needed to come so bad he could hardly see straight but heneededto know Graham’s answer.
“No. I chickened out,” Graham admitted.
“That’s okay,” Thad said, swallowing thickly. “I …fuck, I want to be the one to open you up for the first time, feel you clench around my fingers while I suck your cock.”
Graham shivered. “Yeah. I want that too. God, Thad …”
Thad had never been someone who gave a shit how many previous partners the person he was fucking had but the thought of being the first to show Graham that kind of pleasure overrode every other rational thought in his head.
“Yeah,” he whispered roughly, struggling to even keep his eyes open as desperation gathered low in his belly, urging him on. “So fucking close, baby.”
“Come on. I want to watch you come.” Graham tightened his abs, cum glistening all over them. “Make me absolutelyfilthy.”
Thad bit back a strangled shout as his body tightened, fist flying over his cock. He came with a heaving gasp, his head swimming. Cum shot across Graham’s stomach, pooling, then trickling along the ridges of his abdomen.
“Jesus,” Thad managed. “Fuck.”
He was lightheaded as he fell onto his side on the bed beside Graham, panting. There was something cold against his hip and it took him a moment to realize it was the container of lube. He dug it out from under him and tossed it away.
He pressed his hot cheek against Graham’s shoulder and felt Graham reach out to touch his hair again. He closed his eyes, breathing in Graham’s scent and wondering how the fuck he’d gotten so lucky.
“Was that good?” Graham asked softly, a little while later.
Thad let out a shaky breath, nodded, and kissed his shoulder. He couldn’t manage anything more than that, but Graham slid a hand down his back and pulled him closer and Thad hoped he understood.
They lay there for a while until Thad’s breathing finally slowed.Fuck. He was either going to have to quit smoking for good or step up the cardio if he was going to keep up with someone like Graham in the bedroom.
Maybe both.
It would probably help with the hockey he’d been playing lately too.
