“Yeah.” Graham let out a shaky breath, half-afraid they’d get caught fooling around in a cleaning closet, half-afraid Thad would stop touching him.
“Then as long as you don’t tell her who I am …” Thad teased his fingers under the waistband of Graham’s shorts.
Graham clutched the shelf and took a deep breath. “Why is it such a big deal to you?”
“I want her to know you’re not an option anymore.” Thad cupped his dick through the fabric of his underwear.
“She already knows,” Graham pointed out breathlessly.
“Does she?”
Thad squeezed, rubbing his thumb across the head of Graham’s cock, the gentle friction of the fabric making Graham shudder.
“She should. I did break up with her for you.” Graham closed his eyes again, sinking back against Thad’s body.
“Did you?”
“Yeah,” Graham admitted, letting his head fall back against Thad’s shoulder. “Yeah, I just wanted to be with you.”
“Mmm, good.”
Thad stroked a little, light, teasing touches that made Graham shiver. For a little while, neither of them said anything. Thad held him close, toying with his cock while Graham shifted restlessly against him, aware Thad was getting hard against his ass.
He angled his hips, pressing back until Thad’s cock slotted between his cheeks.
Thad let out a low groan in his ear. “Fuck you feel good.”
“You know what would feel even better?” Graham whispered.
“My mouth on your cock?”
“Your dick in my ass.” They had been dancing around that for a while now. Graham was more than familiar with the feeling of Thad’s mouth on his cock and two or three fingers up his ass, toying with his prostate.
Graham wasn’t complaining.
The orgasms were so intense they left him shaking and blissed-out. But Thad always seemed to have an excuse when Graham tried to push it further.
Thad’s grip on his dick tightened. “I’m not fucking you for the first time in a cleaning closet.”
“Then come over tonight.”
The throaty groan Thad let out only made Graham’s cock harder and it jerked in Thad’s hand, responding as he imagined what it would be like to finally have Thad where he wanted him.
Thad’s only other response was to slide his hand under Graham’s underwear. Graham could have wept at the feeling of skin-on-skin contact. He bucked into Thad’s grip and stumbled forward a little, the shelf rattling.
Graham reached for the yellow bottle threatening to tip over and crash to the ground.
“You want that?” Graham asked breathlessly. “Because I do. I want to know what it feels like to come on your dick.”
Thad bit his shoulder. The layers of fabric between his teeth and skin blunted it, so Graham doubted there would be marks.
Which was, honestly, a little bit of a disappointment.
“Or I can fuckyou,” he pressed. “Whatever. Just … stop holding back on me. Please. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
Thad kissed his cheek. “Well, I have some good news then. Guess what I did the morning we got back from Florida?”
Graham bit back the urge to say, “Woke up in the wrong bed.”
