Just as he finished that thought, Sunny climbed off him, dropping his jeans and underwear in one movement.
Grant stared at him, in his bright, hideous Christmas sweater and then naked from the waist down.
That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, and yet…
“I have lube,” Sunny suggested. “No condoms, but if you’re comfortable with that…”
Grant wet his lips, his cock twitching at the thought. He didn’t want to push, but if Sunny was offering…
It’d be rude to say no, right?
He hated to be rude. Especially when the man of his dreams was standing in front of him half-naked, offering him sex.
“I promise it’s safe on my end,” Sunny said, lifting his sweater up to scratch his stomach. Grant saw it for the nervous gesture it was, and his heart melted.
“Mine, too,” he said. Apparently, therewassome point to yearly physicals. If this was what they got him, he’d never complain about one again.
“Then…” Sunny trailed off, looking at Grant with hope in his eyes.
He wanted this enough to behopefulabout it.
Grant nodded. How could he possibly say no to that?
Sunny’s whole face lit up, and Grant watched him stride over to his overnight bag and bend down to rifle through it, providing a perfect view of his incredibly cute ass while he did so.
He tossed Grant a half-used tube of lubricant as he came back over, dropping himself into Grant’s lap as if he belonged there.
Grant couldn’t help smiling at him, his cock brushing against Sunny’s sweater, a bead of precome welling up and leaking into the fabric.
If Sunny minded that, he probably would have taken it off.
“So do you know how to…”
Grant nodded, flicking open the cap on the lube. He’d done this before.
Once.
But he’d seen it done plenty of times. In his loneliest moments, porn had been his best friend.
Besides, Sunny would tell him if he was screwing it up. He trusted Sunny not to let him make an idiot of himself. Even if it was just the two of them.
“Is it okay if I stay here? Or do you want me on my hands and knees? Because as long as I get your cock, I’m happy,” Sunny said.
The tips of Grant’s ears burned. He licked his lips as he pictured Sunny on his hands and knees, back arching as Grant opened him up, soft, needy moans escaping him as he started to relax.
But he liked Sunny exactly where he was, too.
“Whatever you’re most comfortable with,” Grant said, his mouth dry.
How had he lucked into this? Sunny was so perfect, and he seemed to genuinely want to have sex with Grant.
It wasn’t so much a dream come true as something Grant wouldn’t even have allowed himself to fantasize about, since it seemed so outside of the realm of possibility.
Looking back, there’d been clues.
He just hadn’t seen them, because the idea that someone like Sunny might want him was so ridiculous.
Except that it was happening. So not as ridiculous as he’d assumed.
