“I’ve, um, never topped before,” Graeme said. “A man, I mean. There was Mavis, of course. But I think I might like to. With a man. At some point. Not tonight, though. I think I need you to be inside me tonight.”
It was so sweet it made Art’s insides hurt. And his cock grow, of course. He pulled Graeme close and kissed him with everything he had. How he had gotten so lucky to have a man like Graeme in his life and in his arms was a mystery to him.
As part of his promise to Ryan to be gentle, Art drew things out instead of jumping right into it all. They both showered first, and just in case he didn’t know what he needed to know, he gave Graeme a few quick tips on prepping to bottom. Then he went and set everything up before lounging in bed, waiting for his lover to come to him.
It nearly shattered Art’s heart into a million pieces to watch Graeme come shyly out of the bathroom, naked and already half hard, cheeks pink, with a glow of self-consciousness over what he’d just been doing and what he was about to do.
“You look beautiful,” Art said, so in love he couldn’t stand it. He threw back the bedcovers and said, “Come here.”
Graeme rushed to bed, diving between the sheets and letting Art roll him to his back. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long,” he gasped, grasping Art’s sides and spreading his legs eagerly.
Art laughed and beamed down at him. “Me, too, love. Me, too.”
It was perfect in every way, the sweetest lovemaking Art had ever engaged in. He couldn’t get enough of kissing Graeme, stroking and groping his firm, gardener’s body, and feeling his cock harden between them. Art was well aware he could be a greedy lover sometimes and he had every intention of being that way with Graeme and Ryan in the future. But for the moment, all he wanted to do was kiss and caress Graeme and listen to his sounds of surprise and pleasure with each new sensitive spot he discovered.
He wanted to wrap his mouth around Graeme’s cock and swallow him deep, but after a few, fleeting touches to Graeme’s shaft, he knew his precious, inexperienced lover wasn’t going to have the stamina for that.
“I’m so close,” Graeme panted as Art kissed and nuzzled his way around his groin, feeling like he could go on forever. “I…I can’t hold it back.”
Art stopped at once and pulled himself up and over Graeme so he could reach for the condoms and lube on the bedside table. “You’re ready for all this, then?” he asked, teasing Graeme by grabbing a wrapped condom and scraping one corner down his chest and over his nipple.
Graeme gasped, then groaned, “Shit, that almost made me come.”
Art laughed. “You’re so sensitive.” He grasped the condom packet in his teeth and ripped it open. “I love that.”
Graeme laughed, too, which was just the amount of distraction he needed to hold out until Art had the condom on.The hot look in Graeme’s eyes as he squirted lube on his hand told Art he wouldn’t have long to work his magic, so without drawing it out, he coated himself and played with Graeme’s hole, loosening him up.
All the prep paid off. Graeme breathed fast and hard for a few seconds as Art lined up and pushed, then made a wild sound and rolled his eyes back as Art sank in all the way. Graeme’s surprisingly enthusiastic response as Art moved in and out, going deeper each time, fired Art’s blood as well. It wasn’t just fucking like he was used to, it was connection and bonding. It was the two of them joining together like every cheesy romance said sex was supposed to be.
He couldn’t have it all be completely cute and meaningful, though. As soon as he had Graeme stretched and transported, he shifted to lift Graeme’s legs up and out, bending him over so he could kneel and go at him like a piston. That shift in energy had Graeme laughing at first, then crying out loud enough to wake the neighbors as Art pounded his prostate.
It was amazing, especially when Graeme surprised him, and probably himself, by coming without being touched. Just watching cum spurt from him and paint his abdomen had Art racing toward his own orgasm. He took it enthusiastically, making more noise than he usually did and loving the sensation of everything exploding and bursting out of him.
But best of all was the moment just after the explosion, when the two of them were still floating, as he pulled out, took care of the condom, then curled against Graeme, holding him tightly.
“I love you,” he panted, their bodies entwined.
“I love you,” Graeme repeated, then surged in to kiss him.
Art smiled through the kiss. He might just have awakened a sexy beast in Graeme, and he wasn’t sorry at all.
EIGHTEEN
Graeme felt transformed.He slept soundly through the night in Art’s arms, and as the first rays of dawn began to lighten the room, he floated out of one dream and into another one. Art’s naked body was warm against his. The scent of their lovemaking from the night before was still on the sheets. His body ached slightly and was sore in places that made his face heat. But it was wonderful.
He drew in a breath, filling his nose with Art’s unique, musky scent as he did, and twisted so he could lay on his side, still touching Art, but now able to study him as he slept. Transformation wasn’t a descriptive enough word for what he felt, not really. He felt like a plant that had struggled to put down roots, to stick its head up above the dirt, and to reach for the sky. But now he’d burst into bloom. Now he was closer to being the man he’d been born to be.
With a smile stretching lazily across his face, he brushed his fingertips over Art’s collarbone and over his shoulder. Art was such a touchy-feely guy, but Graeme was beginning to think it was contagious. He wanted nothing more than to explore everyinch of his skin, feel every breath and shudder as Art reacted to him.
It hadn’t been like that at all with Damien. A deep part of him thought his first male lover should have been the one to make him feel transformed. Damien had certainly opened his eyes, but that had been more about impulse and surprise lust, not affection and completion. But maybe Graeme had needed someone to break the wall of convention that he’d been raised behind so that Art could come along and shatter it completely and drag him out into the world and the person he was supposed to be.
ArtandRyan. Ryan was there in his heart as much as Art. Graeme didn’t understand it, he just knew that the three of them were better together.
“Are you going to stare at me all morning or are you going to do something about it?” Art asked in a gravelly morning voice.
Graeme yanked his hand away. “I didn’t know you were awake,” he said, heart racing for several reasons.
Art grinned devilishly before opening one eye. “So you were just going to perv on me sleeping, then?”
