But Murphy barked, prancing around their feet, trying to get their attention. Graham sighed, leaning his forehead against Thad’s. He’d forgotten about the damn dog.
He loved Murphy, really he did, but at the moment he wished he’d left him with his parents back in Pennsylvania.
“You want me to take Murph out to pee?” Thad asked, giving Graham’s waist an affectionate squeeze.
Graham’s heart clenched at the sweet offer, but he shook his head and bent down to scoop up the dog.
“Sorry, buddy,” he said, without an ounce of real remorse as he crossed the apartment and put the dog in his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. “We’ll be back for you later.”
Mrs. Glass had come to walk Murphy earlier this evening, so he’d be fine for a little while longer.
“Now, where were we?” Graham asked as he turned to face Thad.
“I think you were climbing me like a tree.”
“I was working on it,” Graham agreed becausefuck it. If Thad couldn’t figure out how much he wanted him, he hadn’t been paying attention.
Thad crossed the room and pulled Graham close, picking up right where they’d left off like there had been no interruption at all. Graham’s skin burned with a need to be even closer, and he slid his hands down to get a grip on Thad’s ass.
Thad let out a groan and Graham could feel the hardening line of his cock pressed to his hip. Graham got a fistful of Thad’s white T-shirt and dragged him toward the couch.
Laughing, they staggered over to the couch together.
Graham fell back onto it, kicking off his shoes and letting them fall to the floor with a thump. Thad was all over him, pressing him back against the cushions, sliding his tongue into Graham’s mouth, slotting his leg between Graham’s.
It was overwhelming and not enough and Graham shifted, allowing Thad to settle fully over him. The heavy weight of his body felt good and so did the nip of his teeth on Graham’s lower lip, a sharp little sting immediately soothed by a swipe of his tongue.
Graham rocked his hips and felt the solid thickness of Thad’s cock against his thigh once again. He clutched at Thad’s hip, pulling him down so they could press more tightly together.
For a little while they made out like two horny teenagers, all wet, desperate kisses and inelegant thrusts of their hips.
“Fuck.” After a bit, Thad shuddered and pressed his forehead to Graham’s. “Wait. Slow down. I don’t want to come in my pants like this. I want to suck your cock.”
Graham’s mouth fell open but he couldn’t seem to manage a single word.
Thad stood, looming over him, and Graham took one look at him and fumbled with the buckle of his belt and the fastening on his trousers, wanting Thad’s mouth on him as quickly as possible.
Thad batted his hand away, bending over and staring him in the eye as he dragged the zipper down. Graham bit back a whimper.
Why is everything we do together so fucking hot?
“I dunno, baby.” Thad yanked the trousers down and tossed them on the end of the couch. “Maybe it’s just us.”
And Graham nodded, not caring he’d said that aloud, shoving his underwear down too. Those got flung away as well.
Thad was still fully dressed in the backwards cap and wrinkled T-shirt and jeans, and he looked so hot it should be illegal.
“If you don’t get your mouth on me right now …” Graham rasped.
“Demanding,” Thad said with a wink. “I like it, baby.”
Thad slid down, settling on his knees on the rug. He bumped the coffee table and cursed, shoving it out of the way.
Graham laughed but he was glad Thad felt it too, the heady desperation for more. More touching. More tasting. Just …more.
Thad buried his head against Graham’s groin and took a deep breath. That was hot too, Thad being into the scent of him.
But he was moving at a glacial pace now and Graham had no patience for slow.
