With his free hand, Graham reached out and touched Thad’s thigh, trailing his fingers along the cut of Thad’s hip and brushing against the soft dark hair between his thighs.
He cupped Thad’s balls and rolled them gently in his palm, looking up to see Thad’s reaction.
Thad had his eyes closed, his head thrown back, every muscle taut and tight as he fucked into their fists.
“Come all over me,” Graham coaxed, knowing it would get Thad going. “Come all over your dirty boy.”
Just as Graham expected, a moment later Thad released with a groan, painting Graham’s chest with the hot spatter of his cum.
After, he slumped forward, braced against the couch, panting and trembling. “Fuck. You can’t say shit like that. I’m an old man,” he wheezed, finally letting go of Graham’s fist. “You’re going to kill me.”
Graham laughed and gently squeezed Thad’s cock, trying to guide it close enough to his mouth that he could lick the remaining smear of wetness off the tip.
“We can’t,” Thad said with a regretful groan, pulling back. “I haven’t gotten tested yet, remember?”
Graham let him go, feeling a little annoyed. “But it was okay for you to suck my cock? I told you I haven’t been tested in a while either.”
“I know. I—I guess I’m more worried about you than me,” Thad admitted. He stumbled, then dropped onto the couch nearby with a heavy groan. Graham nearly laughed at the sight, realizing Thad still had his jeans and underwear on, although they were pooled around his ankles.
But what Thad had said made any trace of amusement fade.
Graham frowned. “That’s not good.”
“No?” Thad let his head loll toward Graham.
“No.” Graham looked around for something to mop up with.
Thad must have figured out what he was looking for because he handed over his T-shirt, which dangled from the back of the couch.
Graham cleaned up, then tugged at Thad’s shoulder, pulling at him until he shifted and settled alongside Graham, half-crushing him, his head tucked into the crook of Graham’s neck. They didn’t really fit well this way, too wide for the sectional to comfortably cuddle for long without someone’s arm going numb, but Graham didn’t really care.
He needed Thad close like this. Also, he was cold and the heat of his body felt nice.
Either Thad was a little chilly too, or he’d read Graham’s mind, because he reached for a throw blanket and pulled it over both of them.
“So why do you worry about me and not yourself?” Graham asked, his tone soft as he craned his neck to look at him.
He finally lifted Thad’s ball cap off and tossed it in the direction of the coffee table. His hair looked a little sweaty and matted underneath, a faint red line creasing his forehead.
Graham brushed his thumb across the spot, then threaded his fingers through Thad’s hair. It was a little damp and oddly kinked from being flattened down by the hat, but he liked the way Thad’s shoulders softened when he did it.
Thad let out a big sigh, his breath gusting warmly across Graham’s bare shoulder.
“I dunno. I’ve always kinda been this way, I guess.”
“Yeah?” Graham asked.
“Yeah. I used to look out for Gavin when we were little. And he looked out for me too. It was just …”
Thad fell silent for a while and Graham kept running his fingers through Thad’s hair, hoping he found it soothing.
“I guess I’ve always worried about everyone else more than myself.”
“It’s nice to look out for other people,” Graham agreed. “But maybe you should worry about yourself, too.”
“Probably.”
They both fell silent, and Graham was debating if they could get away with sleeping here when he heard a whine.
