Thad nodded, wondering what had tripped Graham up there. If he’d been about to say something else. But it was too soon for that, right?
Way too soon.
“I’ll think about it,” was all Thad said before he leaned in, crowding Graham up against the tile walls and kissed him thoroughly.
It was a lush, lazy kiss, filled with low-banked heat. It wouldn’t take much to make it roar to life but for now, he was content with the feel of Graham’s body pressed against his as he explored Graham’s mouth.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
A little while later, Graham rested his forehead against Thad’s shoulder, panting, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure as he came down from another incredible handjob from Thad.
The heat of the water from the shower made him even more light-headed and combined with his exhaustion, the release hit hard.
After the haze finally cleared, Graham lifted his head. “Hey. Why won’t you let me do anything for you?”
“What?” Thad frowned.
Graham resisted the urge to smooth away the furrows that crossed his forehead. “You always … you always getmeoff. But you haven’t let me getyouoff.”
During the handjob, he’d reached down to try to stroke Thad’s cock or at least feel it in his hand, but Thad had distracted him with a searing kiss, then grabbed his wrist and pinned it against the shower wall.
That had been hot as hell and Graham had felt too good at the time to argue, but it was starting to make him wonder.
“Oh.” Thad let out a shaky exhale. “Well, it’s only happened twice; I don’t know that you can really say there’s a pattern there from that. But, uh, I don’t know. I guess I hadn’t thought about it? I’ve been focused on how much I’m enjoying getting you off.”
Graham wondered if there was more to it, more than Thad even realized, maybe.
“Are you sure it’s not because you’re afraid if I do touch another man’s dick for the first time, I’ll change my mind?” he gently teased.
Thad winced. “Well, I can’t say I ever thought thatexactly, but maybe that’s somewhere up in my head.”
“Okay.” Graham leaned in. “But just so you know? I meant what I said the other night. I want to jerk you off, suck you … at some point I want to fuck you and see if I’m into you fucking me. Maybe I won’t like certain stuff, I don’t know. But I want you to let metry.”
“Shit,” Thad rasped.
Graham laughed because he sounded so wrecked about it and all Graham had done was say what he wanted to do. “Why is that so hot to you?”
Thad shrugged. “I don’t know. There’s something about how … buttoned up you seem and hearing you say what you want to do gets me really fucking hard.”
“I can tell.” Graham shifted, letting his thigh brush Thad’s dick.
Thad shivered. He reached out and took Graham’s hand, guiding it down, his gaze never leaving Graham’s.
The eye contact … the warmth of Thad’s hand wrapped around his, the even warmer skin along Thad’s shaft as Graham wrapped his fingers around his length …
One of them moaned and Graham wasn’t sure who it was as he lightly explored. It was so incredibly hot to touch Thad this way.
He dragged his fingertips up and down, taking note of the places that made Thad’s eyes flutter or his lips part.
Eventually, Graham grew bolder, circling him in a loose grip and stroking harder. Thad gasped, head thudding back against the tiles.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered.
The angle was awkward, sure, but it made Graham feel powerful to have someone like Thad so affected by his touch, gave him a burst of courage to stroke harder, faster …
“Yeah, yeah,” Thad said tightly. He wrapped his hand around Graham’s again, increasing the pressure. “Just like that.”
“You want something for lube?”
