Marty leaned against him, slipping an arm around his waist. “I know you’ll figure this out. I have every faith in you, and so does Cameron. He wanted Dexter to come over because the two of you make him feel safe.” And Marty wanted Grant there as well.
“Is that the only reason?” Grant asked.
Marty rolled his eyes and leaned closer. “No. I want you here because you’re sexy and you make me feel things I haven’t before. And I hope you’ll give me more reasons to want to scream and have to keep quiet.” He knew he was whispering borderline naughty things into Grant’s ear, and loved that he swallowed hard and began to blush.
Grant leaned over, sliding his hand around the back of Marty’s neck, drawing them closer.
“Kissing…,” Cameron crooned, and broke into song, which made both of them smile. Marty grinned, because Cameron was acting more and more like a normal kid. He’d been afraid that seeing what he had today would take him back to the timid child he’d been when he first arrived, but that didn’t seem to be the case any longer.
“You know it’s okay for us to kiss,” Marty said.
Cameron hurried over and climbed up onto the sofa before wriggling between them. “Okay.” He sat there expectantly, and Marty turned on the television.
“What do you want to watch?” Marty asked. Cameron looked at him and shrugged. “How about Tarzan?” That got a nod, and Marty found it and began the Disney cartoon. Cameron nestled himself next to Grant and held Marty’s hand, like he wanted both of them there.
They stayed that way until the pizza arrived. Cameron was mesmerized by the movie, and Marty got up and answered the door. He took the pizza to the kitchen, where he got plates. He cut the piece for Cameron into small bites, and then took the plates to the living room followed by drinks. He sat back down and handed the plate to Cameron, who ate like he was starving. It seemed no matter how recently he’d eaten, Cameron always stuffed himself.
Marty ate slowly and finished his piece. Grant got up for another and brought one back for him. They shared a smile over Cameron’s head, and he was surprised how much they said to each other with just their eyes. He had never been this in tune with someone before, so maybe his past relationships had been duds, or maybe things with Grant were something special. Maybe both were true.
Cameron didn’t finish his pizza and soon handed Marty what was left. Then he proceeded to curl up next to Grant and drop off to sleep.
“He goes at it so hard,” Grant said.
“Yeah. But today is different. He had a real scare, and that hyped him up. I think now that he feels safe, it’s like he can let his guard down. But god, I hope to hell that asshole stays away from him.”
“He won’t,” Grant said. “This guy is going to keep watching. He has no idea that we know he was there. He probably saw allthe activity from a safer distance and figured out that we weren’t looking for him, but someone else. I bet he loved the fact that he was right there and we were all over the place and never even saw him.” The sting in Grant’s voice was concerning. “This guy is watching, I know it, and he’s probably laughing to himself because we’re not on his tail.”
“But you are. You’re getting closer.” Marty placed his hand on Grant’s thigh and squeezed lightly.
His phone chimed, and Grant picked it up to read a message before putting it down. “I should have some results tomorrow from the items I sent to the lab. Now I just have to hope that we can find something to compare them to.”
Marty nodded and gently lifted Cameron into his arms.
“I don’t want to go to bed. Not tired,” he mumbled.
“Then why are you falling asleep?” Marty asked. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up so you can go to bed. Dexter will sleep on the floor next to you.” He carried Cameron upstairs, with the dog following. It was clear that Dexter loved two people most of all, Grant and Cameron, and that was okay.
He got Cameron to brush his teeth and wash his face before changing him into pajamas. Then Cameron climbed into bed and was already half asleep by the time Marty kissed him good night and left the room. Dexter lay stretched out on the floor and seemed content as well. “Keep the nightmares away if you can,” he told the dog. Dexter held his head up for a few seconds like he understood what Marty had said and would do his best, then rested it on his paws. Marty returned to where Grant still waited on the sofa, the last of the movie playing as Jane jumped off the boat to stay with Tarzan and the animals.
Grant sighed as Marty turned off the TV. “I keep thinking that there’s something I missed. Something that’s staring me in the face, and I’m just not seeing it.”
“No, I doubt it. I think there’s an answer to this puzzle, but we just don’t have it yet. We can go over things if you want.” Marty rested his head on Grant’s shoulders. “Or now that Cameron is in bed, I could take up to my room, strip you out of that sexy uniform, and have my way with you. I could do my very best to make you forget about everything, at least for a little while.”
GRANT WASmagnificent—muscles taut, eyes intense, as he pressed deeper. Marty inhaled and locked gazes with Grant in a moment of mind-blowing passion. The door was closed and locked, the room quiet other than their breathing and the amazing slap of skin on skin. “Yes,” Marty groaned.
“God,” Grant countered as he leaned forward. Marty slipped his arms around Grant’s neck and pulled him down, kissing him as they rocked together, their movements easily accentuating the others, everything working to bring as much pleasure to their lover. Marty quickly found that with Grant it was not about himself. He had had some selfish lovers in the past, but Grant was not like that. He made sure that Marty’s pleasure came first, and Marty tried to do the same for him. But Grant had this ability to hold his release for as long as possible, pushing him and then backing away, only to push him even higher in a few minutes. But it quickly got to the point that Marty was not going to be able to control himself. And the magical thing was that he didn’t have to. Grant always gave of himself, and Marty simply put himself in his capable hands and held on as they continued their ride to passion and beyond.
Marty wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to hang on. His control balanced on the edge of a knife as Grant sank deep inside him, then held still. “You’re fucking amazing,” he whispered.
“So are you.” Marty was coming to realize just how much he had been relying on Grant these past few weeks, and that should scare him, but it didn’t. Grant was solid, and at the moment, he held Marty’s heart in his, and it felt safe. So when Grant began moving once more, he closed his eyes, sank into the sensation, and just let go. It was like flying, and Marty was more than willing to let Grant pilot this plane until he could hold on no longer, and they both flew high and fast before slowly tumbling back down to earth.
He lay quietly in Grant’s arms, his eyes closed, hand on Grant’s chest. “Jesus,” he breathed softly. “I hope to hell we didn’t wake Cameron.”
Grant chuckled next to him before rolling over and sliding an arm around him. “You know all the screaming and yelling was just in your head.”
“How do you know I was doing that?” Marty asked.
“I could see it in your eyes. You were screaming in your mind, and you wanted to do it out loud, but somehow you controlled yourself.” He drew closer, his lips next to Marty’s ear. “Maybe when all this is over, you and I can go somewhere, even if it’s only for a night, where I can make you scream for real.” Marty shivered at the thought. “I don’t want you to think that—”
