Then Grayson was undoing Reece’s jeans with surgical precision, inching the zipper down without ever touching his skin. “Give me your hand.”
“Why—”
Grayson reached for Reece’s gloved hand, covering it with his own bigger one, and lifted their hands together. “’Cause I’m driving now.”
And then he was wrapping Reece’s hand, still enclosed in Grayson’s, around his own dick.
“Fuck.”Reece’s curse rattled off the truck’s windows. “Are you jerking me off withmy own hand?”
“Mine is never gonna fit in your gloves. Consider this stealing your keys. So to speak.”
Grayson used his grip on Reece’s hand to move them both, stroking over Reece’s cock, and Reece’s eyes rolled back. “Holy shit,” he said, panting. “You didn’t have to—I really would’ve—”
“I know,” said Grayson. “Empaths are such givers. And I bet plenty of folks are happy to just take, but you deserve someone who gives right back to you.”
That hit Reece right in the chest. “But—”
“And this is plenty self-serving.” Grayson kept up the pace, controlling Reece’s gloved hand, and fuck, it wasgood. “You think I’m not aching for you too? Does that empath brain need to hear that touching you makes my dick harder?”
Reece groaned, because maybe he had needed to hear it, and all of it together, from Grayson, made his blood feel like fire.
He fumbled with his free hand until he found Grayson’s dick again. “Fuck,” Grayson breathed, his hand stuttering where it was wrapped around Reece’s, because Reece was completely undoing him and that thought launched Reece precariously close to the edge.
“Swearing?” Reece said, breathing hard as they found a rhythm together. “Where’d your Southern manners go?”
“Hell if I know.” Grayson’s hand sped up, and Reece helplessly arched so far off the bench seat that Grayson had to shift so they didn’t make contact.
“Oh my God, how are we not going to touch?” Reece said, his voice raw. “I want to kiss you stupid, I want to ride your dick, like fuck, you have no idea how bad I want you.”
“I promise I’ve got some idea.”
Grayson looked more wrecked than Reece had ever seen him, adjusting his knee between Reece’s legs on the seat so not even their jeans brushed. He leaned down, filling every inch of Reece’s vision with that broad chest and shoulders, with his flushed face, damp hair sticking to his forehead, hazel eyes gone deep and shiny.
“I can’t believe I ever thought it was hard to look at you,” Reece said, and he might have been babbling. “I can’t get enough now, can’t stop looking.”
Grayson’s face was right by his, their lips an inch apart, breathing each other’s air even while they couldn’t touch. “I can practically taste that empathy, the way it’s pouring off you.”
It was; Reece could feel it escaping him, stronger than it had ever been before, and he couldn’t have reined it in for anything. “I can’t stop it—”
“You don’t have to. You can let it go, with me,” Grayson said, and as that spiraled Reece’s emotions higher, inseparable from the pleasure in his body, he added, “Better hope no one else walks by, though. We ever do this in a city, you’re gonna cause a population boom all by yourself.”
Reece did laugh this time, and how could this person with no emotions make him this happy, make him feel this damn good?
“If we could touch, I’d fucking climb into you, lose my goddamn self, it’d be heaven.” Reece’s mouth was just spilling at this point, too overwhelmed by the closeness and the fire building in his stomach to hold anything back. “I want you so damn much. I’d let you call me Care Bear forever.”
Grayson made some kind of sound, not an emotion, but something with an edge Reece hadn’t heard before. “Reece—”
“Let me make you come,” Reece begged. “Let me watch while you’re touching me, please—Evan, please—”
Grayson twitched, and their lips came so close to brushing that Reece might have actually gotten lightheaded. And then Grayson was coming, body stiffening, and maybe it wasn’t an emotion but that wasblisson his face, Reece could fuckingseeit—
It was too much. Reece tipped over the edge too, swept up into the undertow of the best orgasm of his life. The truck’s cab blurred then disappeared, and for a moment, he was lost to the flood of pleasure that took over.
He came back to himself to find Grayson still hovering over him, barely inches between them, flushed and sweaty and stunning. And when he spoke, his drawl was the softest rumble, a caress of its own.
“You staying with me, Care Bear?”
And Reece was living moments in duplicate, the words the same ones Grayson had once said to anchor him after a panic attack, now an even sweeter anchor, and Grayson didn’t have emotions but he somehow still had compassion, and it made him the most beautiful thing Reece had ever seen.
