Jameson’s cock hardened, and he skipped down the two steps and across the room to Gray. They crashed into each other with a kiss, and Jameson moaned in his arms.
“Thank you for showing me how to be alive again,” he said.
“Thank you for believing in me,” Gray answered with a smile.
His skin tingling, Jameson pulled open Gray’s suit jacket and started to tug it off, but Gray immediately grabbed his wrists. “Hey now,” he teased. “I thought I was going to keep the suit on for a bit, remember?”
Jameson’s cock twitched. He felt horny as a teenager, and he wanted to tear Gray’s clothing off, but somehow, him keeping it on was even hotter. “You look sexy,” Jameson purred, stroking his hand down Gray’s chest.
Gray’s hand landed on Jameson’s thigh, and Jameson whimpered again. He stood there while Gray explored his briefs, toying with his hard cock and then cupping his butt. He rubbed and grabbed, and Jameson quivered with pleasure.
Jameson smoothed his hands down the soft, sturdy fabric of the suit jacket, then kissed at Gray’s neck, running his tongue up to the scratchy beard. As Gray groaned and squeezed his ass, Jameson stroked his hard cock through his pants and fondled his bulge.
Pressing his hands flat against Gray’s chest, Jameson pushed him back, and Gray stumbled into an armchair with a laugh. Jameson bit his lip and looked down while he stroked his cock through his briefs, trailing his fingers across his tip.
“You’re my boyfriend,” he said.
“Yeah I am,” Gray growled. He spread his legs wide and rubbed his hard cock through his pants. “And we’re in love.”
GRAY
Jameson took one slow step forward, then dropped to his knees. He rubbed his hands across Gray’s thighs and hummed to himself as desire pulsed through Gray’s body. Unlike in the motels, he didn’t feel rushed or like someone was going to take Jameson away from him at any minute. Instead, Gray realized that they had all the time in the world, time they could spend exploring together, playing together, coming together…
Gray flicked open his pants, then tugged his cock out. It was fat in his hand, with black hairs curling at the base and a sack that hung heavy. “I’ve been thinking about those lips all night,” he said and stroked his thumb up the top of his shaft.
Jameson lunged forward, then took Gray in his mouth. Unlike the first time, when Jameson was convinced he was going to choke, he was able to loosen his throat and quickly take Gray. He stretched his lips wide, pursing them around the thick shaft, and flicked his tongue across Gray’s slit, igniting something deep inside of Gray.
“Fuck,” Gray groaned. He pushed his hand into Jameson’s hair, petting him. “You’re so good at that.”
Stroking his fingers along Gray’s base, Jameson went straight back to sucking him off. Gray kept whispering compliments, telling him he was beautiful, swearing that he’d never felt as good as Jameson made him feel.
They were good for each other. Good in a way Gray was only just beginning to understand. There was something chaotic about it, like one of them always had a little good-natured mischief in mind. But somehow, in the end, they grounded each other, too. They balanced out and found a way to keep each other safe.
Jameson pulled his lips back and gasped when he finally released Gray’s cock.
“I’m close,” Gray groaned. He’d flung open the top buttons of his shirt, and his forehead was damp with perspiration.
Jameson crawled up onto his lap, Gray’s cock still in his hand. “I guess we better hurry up,” he said, then winked. “Handsome.”
Gray grabbed the arms of the chair and gasped as Jameson gripped his cock. Jameson snatched the lube from the table, where Gray had been smart enough to set it earlier, squirted some into his hand, and started to work it up and down Gray’s veiny shaft. The touch was familiar, and he realized that Jameson knew the spots to rub to make Gray gasp.
“Fuck,” Gray growled. “I want to be inside you, beautiful.”
Jameson leaned forward, steadying himself on the arm on the chair. He placed his hand on Gray’s chest, and then, slowly, he rebuttoned the top two buttons of Gray’s shirt.
Gray jerked his hips up, which made Jameson bounce. “Thank you,” Gray laughed.
Jameson winked. “Anytime.”
He held Gray’s eye as he lowered himself down, pressing his twitching hole against Gray’s tender crown. Gray stretched his boyfriend wider, and as he thrust, Jameson’s body opened, pulling him in.
“Oh god,” Jameson whined. He steadied himself on the arms of the chair, and Gray wrapped his arm around Jameson’s midsection to support him. After a breath, Jameson pushed down again, sinking onto Gray’s rigid shaft.
Gray rocked his hips up, taking Jameson with him. The lines between their bodies dissolved as he plunged deeper, then began to thrust against Jameson’s prostate. A steady whimper came out of Jameson, bouncing with every thrust, and when he tried to moan, only animal noises came out.
“Harder,” Jameson begged. “Fuck me harder!”
Gray wrapped his other arm around Jameson, then pulled him close while he slammed his full length in. Jameson moaned as Gray lifted him, then held him tight as they both tumbled to the floor. The chair clattered to the side while Jameson gasped, and deep pleasure riveted through Gray’s body. “Oh god, oh god,” Jameson gasped.
