That wasn’t fair. If Thad had trouble sleeping next to him, they’d have to figure it out. Or he’d have to be okay with it. One or the other.
“What did you do?” he asked instead.
“Got my ass to a clinic to get tested.”
“Ohhh.” Graham flexed his hips, fucking through the snug grip of Thad’s fist. It was a little too dry but it still felt amazing. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Nothing to worry about, thankfully.”
“For me either,” Graham admitted. He’d done his test before they even left for Florida. “Now that we’re sure everything’s fine, are you going to let me suck you off?”
Thad let out a shaky sigh, grinding against his ass. “You really want to?”
“I really fucking do,” Graham promised him. “C’mon. I need you to trust me on this.”
He shifted, turning in Thad’s arms and cupping his face in his hand. It dislodged Thad’s grip on his cock, but it was worth it to be able to look him in the eye.
“Let me do this for you,” he begged, reaching down to cup Thad’s hardness through his jeans. “Please.”
Thad let out a low groan but nodded. He stepped back, glancing around. Before Graham could ask what the hell he was doing, he tossed a small stack of cleaning towels on the floor at Graham’s feet and nodded, gently pressing on his shoulder.
A thrill went through Graham as he sank to his knees. The feeling mingled with affection at Thad’s thoughtful gesture. Even in the middle of his own pleasure, he was thinking about Graham’s comfort.
Worried about protecting his knees on the hard concrete floor.
Graham’s heart raced as he mapped the outline of Thad’s cock through his jeans with his hand for a moment.
Thad let out a soft groan, his gaze encouraging as he briefly slid a hand through Graham’s hair, then reached for his belt.
The soft metallic clink of his belt buckle made anticipation flood Graham’s body, and the rasp of his zipper only amped that up further.
“Yeah,” Graham whispered, his mouth watering as Thad peeled back the fabric and pulled his dick free. “Yeah, give it to me.”
Thad shuddered. He cupped Graham’s chin in his hand and his cock in the other, brushing the head across Graham’s lower lip, smearing wetness across it.
Graham licked his lip, a salty flavor lingering on his tongue.
“You are so fucking gorgeous like this, baby,” Thad growled. “Thoselips…”
Graham smiled and opened his mouth.
Thad carefully pressed his cock inside.
Graham closed his eyes, breathing in the heady, musky scent of Thad’s body. He was a little sweaty after being confined in his jeans for hours and it was perfect.
Perfect and hot.
He gave a few shallow, experimental bobs of his head, then glanced up to get Thad’s reaction. Thad groaned and helped gently guide him into a slow, easy rhythm, one hand cupped around the back of Graham’s head, the other feeding his cock in.
It took Graham a moment to figure out what to do with his tongue and teeth but then something seemed to click, and he gripped Thad’s thighs, the soft texture of denim against his palms anchoring him.
There was something intoxicating about the glide of Thad’s shaft across his tongue, leaving salt and bitter in its wake.
Graham tried to take more of him and choked, but Thad brushed his thumb across his cheek in a tender, affectionate gesture. “Careful, baby,” he whispered. “I promise, I don’t need you choking and gagging on my dick. This is perfect the way it is.”
Graham sucked harder. Well, that sounded like a challenge if he’d ever heard one …
“Baby,” Thad said, half-laughing, half-moaning. “No. I didn’t mean …”
