Konnor couldn't tell if the whisper was because he was breathless and on edge already, or because he didn't really want him to hear the words. “What for?” he asked, while licking his way down his neck.
“For that beautiful moment. I really need this. To see you fall apart, without me. To see how much you need me. Today was–” he said, with a hint of sadness in his voice. “–horrible.”
“Is that why you didn't go into work today?” Konnor wondered, as he gently teased the heavy balls in the palm of his hand with his thumb. He'd been curious about Grayson's claim of a shift change, meaning he didn't have to work early today, but had been too happy about the extra day together to really question it. Until now.
Grayson moaned and shifted, running his hand over his shoulder again. “I didn't go in today because I quit,” he explained, finally.
“I'm sorry, you what?” Konnor asked, in surprise. He pushed Grayson onto his back and straddled him, sitting back on his heels and removing every point of skin-to-skin contact that he could, until he had an answer.
Grayson offered him a guilty smile. “I quit my job,” he confessed, clarifying that Konnor had heard what he thought he heard. He didn't even have to ask why, before Grayson pushed himself up to lean on his elbows. “I hate it there. I hate that I cover shift after shift for everyone else, but no one is willing to cover for me, when I want time off to be with you,” he explained, with big sad eyes that cut right through him.
Konnor would never understand how he was capable of doing that. Any time Grayson was upset, it tore his heart out.
“They changed my shifts, Konnor. They scheduled me to work on your birthday, then told me I couldn't change it,” he pouted, with a pleading gaze that begged him to understand. And he did. He knew how important it was for his boyfriend to never again spend his birthday anywhere but with him. He felt the same about Grayson's birthday.
“I'm sorry,” Konnor apologised, as he reached out and ran his hand over Grayson's flat stomach. He was right; he worked so hard to accommodate other people, even at the last minute, even when it interfered with his own plans. Grayson was a team player, but it seemed like his colleagues and his boss weren't and that was going to hurt him if he stayed there any longer.
“Are you going to look for another job?” he asked.
“No.” Grayson smiled and bit his lip, suddenly looking guilty. “I want all the time I can get with you,” he admitted, with a faint flush to his cheeks.
“Really?” Konnor couldn't help but laugh. That was great news. No more trying to work around each other's shifts, no more fighting for time together. He loved that he was the one who could take that stress and frustration from Grayson, to replace it with nothing but good feelings and a climbing heart rate. “Well, maybe if you're really good, I'll give you a repeat performance later,” he offered, happy to go it alone if it would keep that smile on his face.
The hands on his waist drifted down to his groin, framing his cock with his fingers. “I think we should film it. Then I won't have to wait until we're together before I can see you all hot and bothered for me,” Grayson said, with a chuckle of amusement.
Konnor pushed his hands away, raising an eyebrow at him, since that wasnoton the agenda. “I'd like to see you try,” he admitted, as that would certainly be interesting. More than likely, Grayson would get a black eye for the effort. He had no interest in doingthatagain and being stuck with a visual record of some sexual experiment. Though, he knew fine well that his boyfriend had no inclination towards recording their encounters either. It was just his usual teasing, trying to sound more adventurous than he was.
“Is that right?” Grayson beamed and bit his lip. “How about upping the ante? I'll even tell you the big secret,” he decided, surprising him with the sudden change of heart.
“You will?”
“Yeah. How about you marry me?” he counter-offered.
