Simon glared down at him but dropped his head back when Gray nudged his prostate again. Seeing Simon’s intense reactions to him made Gray harder than he’d thought possible. He stilled his fingers inside Simon as he rearranged his body, twisting and turning until he was positioned where he wanted to be, between Simon’s legs.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yes. Now, Gray.”
Sliding his fingers free, Gray added a bit more lube over his cock and placed it at the opening of Simon’s body. A gentle push and the crown breached Simon, the muscles stretching farther to allow Gray’s thick length access. They both groaned, Simon’s legs coming up to open himself wider.
“Yes,” he panted. “Do it.”
Gray leaned forward, bracing his body on his hands on either side of Simon. He started thrusting carefully, going just a bit deeper with each push of his hips. Simon grabbed Gray’s arms and arched his body upward, helping Gray glide farther and farther inside his body until at last their hips met and Gray was completely sheathed inside him.
Lowering himself to his elbows, Gray tried not to crush Simon beneath his weight. Simon lifted his head and met Gray’s lips as they moved together and found their rhythm. He wrapped his raised legs around Gray’s waist, allowing Gray’s cock to go as deep as it could. He clutched at Gray’s shoulders, digging his fingers into the flexing muscles.
Gray wanted it to go on forever, but the wait had been too long, and feeling Simon’s tight heat, clenching and releasing, his arms and legs grasping and frantically searching for purchase, pushed Gray over the edge. He buried his head in Simon’s neck, holding back the howl that threatened to emerge as he came in thick, hot spurts inside Simon’s body.
Simon quickly followed, the final, hard thrusts from Gray hitting him just right and forcing his own climax. They gasped together, Gray thrusting lazily as Simon continued to jerk beneath him. When theysubsided, Gray let more of his weight rest on Simon, their hot breath mingling as they nuzzled each other’s faces.
“Fuck, Simon. That was incredible.”
Simon chuckled and nudged him to the side. “Yeah.”
“Oh, here we go again. You can’t talk after, can you?”
“Nope.”
Gray slid his cock from Simon’s hole, and he could feel the wetness slipping free with it. He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and helped Simon clean up before wiping himself off as well.
Simon just lay there with a goofy grin, tracing one hand over the hard planes of Gray’s chest. Gray settled back beside him and curled onto his side so he could tuck Simon close. Simon rolled over slightly so they were facing each other and snuggled in next to Gray. He sighed and wrapped an arm around Gray’s waist. “Sleepy,” he mumbled.
Gray was energized after sex and wanted nothing more than to rest a minute and go again. Simon wouldn’t be up for it that soon, though, and he ran his hand softly down Simon’s side. “Rest. I’m not going anywhere.”
Simon nodded and his eyes drifted shut. A minute later his breathing deepened as he fell asleep. Gray lay next to him, continuing the soft strokes down Simon’s side. He rested his head on his other hand so he could stare down at Simon and watch him as he sank further into dreamland.
19
Simon woke up wrapped in the warmth of Gray’s body beneath him. He was sprawled half over Gray’s chest, their legs tangled together and Gray’s arms firm around him. He pried open one eye and glared at the alarm clock. Six thirty. His internal clock never failed him, no matter how much he wanted it to.
His bladder also insisted it was time to get up, so he tried to untangle himself from Gray’s hold. Gray grumbled and pulled him back. Simon poked him in the side, and Gray opened his eyes with a scowl. “What?”
“I have to pee. Let me get up.”
Gray grunted his disapproval but moved his arms and let Simon climb out of bed. His ass ached, but in that good, well-fucked way that reminded him how good Gray had felt inside him the night before. He did his business and caught a whiff of himself. A shower was the first thing on his to-do list for the day.
He went back to the bedroom and found Gray curled up around a pillow, so he slipped into his jeans and went into the guest room. After gathering up a change of clothes and his herbal soap, Simon retreated to the hall bathroom for a nice, long shower.
When he came out, he could smell breakfast cooking downstairsand made his way to the kitchen. Aunt Maggie was at the stove, making a big pot of something that smelled spectacular. “Well, good morning! You’re up early.”
“The early bird gets first dibs on breakfast,” Simon said with a grin.
“That he does. Here, try this.” She held out her wooden spoon, which was covered in a thick, white sauce. Simon blew on it to cool it down, then took a small taste.
“Mmm. That’s good. What is it?”
“Goldenrod eggs.”
“Never had that.”
“Oh, it’s just boiled eggs chopped up in a white sauce. Sounds fancy, but it’s not. Garon likes them because he can crumble the yolk over the top.”
