Thad shook his head. “No, no. Keep going. It’s perfect.”
So Graham kept going. He leaned in until his forehead rested against Thad’s, transfixed at the sight of his own hand, sandwiched between Thad’s cock and hand.
Maybe it should be jarring or strange to see when Graham had spent his whole adult life having sex with women, but it wasn’t. It was simplyhot.
It made Graham’s skin heat and his mouth water as he imagined dropping to his knees and taking Thad in his mouth for the first time. It made him wonder if he’d like the feel of Thad pushing inside him.
He’d thought about it a lot lately. More than he’d felt comfortable admitting this summer, even to himself.
And now he wanted toknow.
This was a whole new side of himself he knew nothing about. A whole new world opening up to him. He didn’t want to hover in the doorway and wonder. He wanted to plunge forward and discover new things.
Thad’s grip tightened and he moaned. “Fuck. Almost there.”
“Yeah,” Graham whispered. “Come all over me. Make me dirty. Make meyours.”
Thad shuddered and a moment later he came with a low groan, painting Graham’s skin with his cum. The water washed it away immediately and Graham hated that, but he did love the way Thad seemed weak in the knees as he slumped against the shower wall and breathed heavily.
For a few moments, he lay there, eyes closed, while Graham gently washed his cock, then stroked his hand up Thad’s stomach and chest.
“That was so hot,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Thad’s throat. To his jaw. “I want to do more of that.”
“Yeah,” Thad said, still sounding weak. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Graham laughed and kissed him, pleased by Thad’s reaction.
They spent the next few minutes soaping up, then rinsed and turned the water off.
Graham handed Thad a towel, sneaking glances at him in the mirror as he dried his body. Sometimes he had to pinch himself to believe this was real.
“Hey. There’s one more thing,” Thad said as he scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Before we go any further with this, I should—I should get tested.”
“Tested?” Graham frowned. “Oh, STIs?”
“Yeah.” Thad looked uneasy. “I’m pretty religious about condoms but … you know what my history’s like. I should be sure everything’s okay.”
“Honestly, I probably should get tested too,” he admitted. “I mean, Madison and I were together a while, and we did stop using them …”
Thad looked almost relieved. “Yeah, good call.”
But that quickly faded as he frowned. “Uh, I should be honest. I did have the clap in prison. It went away with treatment and there shouldn’t be any risk to you or me anymore or anything. Once it clears up, it’s gone. But, uh, I felt like I should be up-front about it.”
“The clap. That’s, um, gonorrhea, right?”
“Yeah. It’s … uh, I got it from Teddy when we first started screwing around in prison. Like I said, no access to condoms and?—”
“Dude, you don’t have to explain anything,” Graham said, waving his explanation off. “I mean, you can if youwant, but I’m not going to judge you for it.”
“Yeah, well, most people would,” Thad said, a little bitterly, then his expression softened. “But you’re not most people, are you?”
Graham shrugged because, well, he was just … himself. And he didn’t really understand why most people were so fucking hard on everyone else about the choices they made.
Yeah, he could be hard on himself about the way he played, but that wasdifferent. That was hockey. He had certain standards for himself, and he knew sometimes they were a little ridiculous.
He was working on it, okay?
Thad leaned in and kissed him again. Graham melted into him, kissing him back until he started to shiver.
