Chapter 2
Konnor couldn't help himself; he wanted to give Grayson anything and everything he could ever want. Putting on a solo performance for him wasn't a hardship.
Grayson had been at work all week and he had missed out on spending all that time with his boyfriend before their trip to the cabin, where privacy was likely to be limited. He wanted to give him something; something that he wanted and had asked for. Something that would cheer him up, after a long, hard day at work.
This was just as good, but it was also just the tip of the iceberg. He had other plans to entertain, once he'd fulfilled this particular fantasy.
His cock twitched with the very thought of what he wanted to do to Grayson. Normally, he wouldn't dare touch himself, because he would be riding the high solo and would have to wait for his body to recover before going again. But this was what Grayson wanted.
Konnor wrapped his hand around his flaccid cock. He only had to give it one stroke and imagine that it was Grayson's soft hand on him, while watching those beautiful eyes follow his every move. He felt himself getting harder instantly. He wanted tonight to be slow and patient, to be beautiful and everything Grayson deserved, so it was a good idea to take care of business first.
He wasn't sure what Grayson was in the mood for, so he grabbed the lube from the bedside table and squeezed it onto his palm. He started stroking himself, with the occasional twist that made him smile. That was something his boyfriend loved to do; he liked to move his hand up and around at the same time, while tormenting him with a tongue that lapped at his head. For having been straight for the first twenty years of his life, Grayson had learned a heck of a lot since they got together.
They initiated sex equally and sometimes all they did was explore, give head or make out with wandering hands. The novelty of being able to have sex together had worn off after the first few weeks of their relationship and it wasn't a burning, gut-twisting need anymore. Now it was more meaningful.
Konnor brushed the pad of his thumb over his head and let a few of his favourite things about Grayson play out in his mind. The way his boyfriend smelled of sweat, heat and lust whenever he did a shift that wasn't planned. The way he looked at him, raw and hungry, as if he'd never been more desperate for anything in his life. The more he thought about Grayson the harder he became, until a second swipe over his head touched the wetness of his pre-come.
Wanting to drag out the moment, since he would have to be good and patient later, Konnor moved his hand down to his balls, lightly rolling them between his fingers. That was another thing that Grayson liked to do. When he was being a tease, he would take each ball in his mouth and spend a ridiculous amount of time sucking on it, while rubbing and squeezing the other in his hand.
A moan escaped him as he settled where he was, spreading his legs wider. His cock was hard, ready for anything, while he squeezed his balls a little harder than Grayson would.
The very thought made him ache even more. God, he needed Grayson so badly. There was no better feeling than having that thick head pushing into him, while Grayson watched it sinking into his body. Konnor swore that he could feel every inch as he was slowly filled. His boyfriend might be skilled in bed, but he had never quite gotten over their first three, disastrous, attempts at sex. He always took it slow and prepared him to the point of frustration.
Needing to feel that fullness, he continued to play with his balls as he squeezed out more lube. He took a few deep breaths and deliberately calmed himself down; he could never seem to do this without Grayson. It just wasn't the same using his own fingers, but he needed it. He closed his eyes and reached down to slip a single finger into his ass.
A second moan escaped him; it felt great, but it was still a little awkward. When Konnor pushed his finger back in, it went deeper and smoother than before. He groaned, louder than was probably appropriate, and pulled the finger back out. A quick squirt of more lube had him pushing two fingers in and panting.
He closed his eyes and put his head back, twisting his wrist so he could get the best angle. He deliberately went deep and fast, wanting a quick but satisfying release. With his left hand working his cock in time, he knew it wouldn't be long before he was where he wanted to be.
A hard, deep kiss on his lips caught him completely off guard.
Konnor opened his eyes and looked over at Grayson, having momentarily fallen into the fantasy and forgotten he was there. There was a very sexy smile on his lips as he watched.
“Sorry. I couldn't help myself,” he said, so breathless that anyone would have thought he'd actually been participating.
“Get over here, you big oaf.” Konnor sighed, smiling as he removed his fingers. He grabbed a few tissues off the bedside table to clean himself up and waited for his boyfriend to move.
Grayson tutted, making him stop. Then he reached over, took his right hand and lifted it to his mouth.
Konnor just about came, watching his boyfriend open his mouth and suck his two fingers. Then Grayson's eyes closed as he ran his tongue between them, clearly having disapproved of his attempt to wipe them off on a tissue. When his fingers were completely spit-shined, Grayson let go and smiled down at him.
“You are...ridiculously beautiful, when you forget yourself,” Grayson insisted, as he reached for the lube, letting Konnor see the way his muscles rippled and his abs tightened with the move. Then a hand softly slid over his thigh and slipped between his legs.
He kept his legs shut and beckoned his boyfriend over with a finger.
“What? You don't want to, now?” He chuckled, moving until he was hovering over him on all fours.
Konnor kissed him for a minute, needing the reassurance of their love for one another. They had been together longer than he'd ever been with anyone else. “I want to kiss you for a really long time,” he whispered.
Grayson beamed happily. “You're a total romantic, you know that? All you really want is to make out with me,” he teased, while never losing his smile.
“You've been gone all week,” Konnor argued. He'd missed him; was it so wrong to want a few hours alone with him?
“I know. That's what I love about you.”
Grayson kissed him, gripping the back of his head with both hands while slipping Konnor's legs out from underneath him and wrapping them around his waist, bringing them into even closer contact. He sucked on Grayson's tongue and let his hands wander. Konnor let his mouth drift from those pouting lips to the long expanse of neck. He sucked and nipped, toying with Grayson.
“Konnor,” Grayson sighed and ran his hands over his shoulders. He hummed, to let him know he was listening. “Thank you,” he whispered.
