by Aiden Bates
I reached for my cell phone and speed-dialed his number.
“Rome.” Gray sounded happy, and I hoped it was because I’d called him.
“Hi, Gray. Are you free for dinner?” It was short notice, but I wanted to see him. I really wanted to see him. My chest tightened, and my dick ached, growing hard under my desk. “I’ve been thinking about you.” I softened my voice, low seductive. “I’m thinking about you now.” I smoothed my hand over my cock. “Thinking about you makes me hard, Gray.”
He gasped, and I chuckled.
“Free for that dinner?”
“Y…yes.”
I pictured him nodding, but I wanted to picture him doing something else. “You at home?”
“Yeah. Snow day.”
I glanced out the window. “What? But it’s barely even a flurry out there.”
“We got the inches we needed, apparently.”
“I’ve got your inches right here.”
He laughed, and the sound excited me, desire unfurling in my chest.
“Touch yourself for me, Gray.”
He sucked in another breath, and I pressed my phone harder against my ear as I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper.
“Is your cock hard?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Put your hand around it and stroke it—but only once. I’m going to make you come so hard later.”
He groaned.
“Do you have some lube?” I asked him.
“Fuck,” he whimpered. “Don’t do this to me.”
“Feels good, right?”
“Yes.” He breathed the word again. “I want you, Rome.”
I chuckled. “I’m sitting here rock hard at my desk for you, Gray.”
“I need you right now.”
“Stroke yourself again,” I told him. “Make it long and slow.”
His breathing quickened.
“Do it again, but I don’t want you to come.”
His breath came in spurts and my cock swelled harder. I gripped it, feeling it pulse as it grew. I groaned quietly, and Grady whimpered again.
“I swear to you, it will feel even better when I have my mouth around you at my place. See you at seven.” I disconnected the call before I could tease either of us any further. I wanted something left for when I saw him.
I ran around my house, cleaning the mess left by a man too absorbed with work to worry about the state of his home, and setting the scene for a romantic night in. I started a fire and left pillows and blankets on the rug in front of it.
That was dessert.
I prepared the mashed potatoes and got the steaks ready to cook and put them both in the fridge. It was so hard to wait, and after I washed and dressed, I paced anxiously around. The snow had started to fall again outside, and I just wanted him to arrive safe.
When a knock finally sounded on my front door, and the sound of boots being stamped clean of snow, I yanked it open, and pulled Grady inside. I pressed him against the wall and kicked the door closed behind him. His lips were cold against mine, his hands frantic as they roamed over the top of my shirt.
He gasped against me. “I’ve been hard for you all afternoon, you bastard.” He chuckled and I grinned.
“Just the way I like it.” I growled teasingly as I pressed my teeth into his lower lip, then gasped as he palmed my cock.
I was instantly hard against his hand, and he chuckled again.
“Just the way I like it, too, Rome.” He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I groaned, pressing myself against him.
I dropped my mouth to his neck, sucking on the skin there, and trailing my tongue up to his jaw.
He murmured his pleasure.
“Steak okay for dinner?” I teased his skin with my mouth again.
“Can we skip to dessert?” He moved his hips, pushing his dick up against me.
“I’m dessert,” I confessed, still fascinated by the spiced vanilla scent of his skin. I nuzzled up against him.
“Then I definitely want my dessert first,” he said. “You made me hungry for you, Rome. I want you.”
A shiver passed through me at his words, and I took his hand.
“Just a sec.” He rested a hand against the wall and kicked his boots off. “Don’t want to go trudging wet snow through your house.”
I led him to the living room, and he grinned as he looked at the blankets on the floor, where the fire cast a flickering glow.
“Now that looks like a tasty dessert,” he murmured.
“Yeah, it does,” I agreed, and I wrapped my arms around him from behind, pulling him to lean against me as I smoothed my hands down his chest until they rested at the waistband of his jeans.
“Rome,” he breathed, and I undid his button, then his zipper.
He gasped when I reached in and touched his hard cock, the skin like soft velvet. I swiped my thumb over the tip, wiping the precum across him, and he spasmed, his whole body jerking against me.
“You’re aroused already,” I ground out against his ear, and he nodded.
“I told you. All afternoon,” he said.
I took his dick fully into my hand and stroked it, my pace slow and leisurely. Grady breathed a little harder. Then I dropped down behind up, and he stepped out of his pants. I parted his ass and pressed my finger against his hole.
He gasped just a little bit, and I grinned, my hand still stroking his cock. “Touch yourself, Gray.”
I took my hand away and spread his ass then flicked my tongue out and licked the skin around his hole. One of his hands wound around to hold my head, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Tell me what you’re doing to yourself,” I demanded.
“I’m so hard,” he mumbled. “I’m stroking my cock. I’m going slow, so slow, and long. It’s so big for you, Rome.”
“And what do you want me to do?”
“Lick me.”
I grinned and flattened my tongue across his hole, licking from bottom to top like he was the best ice cream I’d ever tasted.
He stiffened and cried out a little.
“Easy,” I warned him. “We’re just getting started.”
His nails dug into my scalp, and it spurred me on. I licked him again, swirling my tongue over his skin, worshipping him. His body moved, exciting me, and I pressed closer against him.
He settled into a rhythm, and I moved away. “Don’t get too comfortable getting yourself off, Gray.”
He looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Feels pretty good, though.”
I began to undo my shirt.
“Let me do that. Come here,” he said.
I stood in front of him and looked into his eyes. His hands were at my shirt buttons, his fingers against my skin as he undid each one, and my cock jerked again. I leaned forward and captured his mouth. He parted his lips and his tongue slipped into my mouth, sliding against mine, stroking it. I groaned and pressed my hips forward, rubbing the bulge in my pants against his body.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he muttered as I slid his shirt off him.
My shirt soon followed, and I shivered in the cooler air. Although it could have been a shiver of anticipation. I longed to possess Grady again, show him pleasure.
When we were both naked, the glow of the fire flickering over Gray’s skin, I drew him into the nest of cushions and blankets I’d created.
“Are you comfortable?” I ran my hand over his shoulder and chest, watching the goosebumps spring up in my wake, watching his chest hitch with his rapid breaths.
I pressed my lips to him, trailing kisses to the flat muscles of his abdomen. I slid my tongue along the small ridges of definition—his shape was perfect—and he moaned quietly and almost pulled away while seeming to press closer.
“Lower,” he murmured, and my cock jutted upwards, need gathering at the base.
I moved across him, straddling so my dick presented itself to his lips at the same time as my lips touched his.
He gasped and pushed his hips upward, seeking m
y mouth. I opened to him, drawing his hot cock inside and running my tongue over the head.
“Fuck, yes,” he ground out, and I rocked backward and forward over him until his hand cupping my balls stilled my movement. A shiver passed through me at the gentle touches, before the warm touch of his tongue was like a brand, electrifying me. He sucked on my ball, drawing the delicate skin between his lips as his hand caressed my cock, the movement almost idle.
I released his cock from my mouth, and it bounced against my chin. “More. I want more,” I told him.
Then he angled my dick toward his mouth, and the moment his lips closed over my head, I caught my breath in my chest as pleasure lit across my body. I sank toward him and glanced toward the window that overlooked my yard, the black night outside giving me an almost perfect mirror.
Excitement ran through me at the sight of my body twined with Grady’s, and I released his cock again.
“I want to be inside you, Gray.”
His touch disappeared from my balls, and his mouth slid slowly from my cock.
“You sure?”
I chuckled. “I don’t want to come anywhere else.” And I suddenly felt dangerously close, the inadvertent glimpse of us in the window exciting and almost illicit. I made a decision. “I want you on all fours, facing the window. Then we can both watch.” I turned to face him and caught the small smile on his lips as he nodded.
“Okay… I think I’d like to see you fucking me.” His pupils dilated and heat simmered in his gaze as he pressed his top teeth into his bottom lip.
I reached under one of the pillows and grabbed the lube and condom I’d stashed there. I unrolled the condom over my cock, groaning at the tightness. Grady made me harder than I’d ever been. I handed him the lube. “Make my cock wet,” I murmured.
Even the sound of the lube cap flipping open sent a rush of excitement flowing through me. Then Grady took my cock in his hand, and I yelped at the combination of the cold lube and my heated skin.
He grinned. “Oops. Sorry.”
I laughed. “You will be.” Then I leaned and kissed him as his stroked me, fanning my desire.
He settled into position, and I spread his ass before pouring some of the lube directly from the bottle to land on his hole. He flinched.
“Oops. Sorry,” I said, and he laughed, wriggling his ass provocatively in my direction.
I skimmed my tongue over my lip, and the fire crackled in the background. Gray’s breathing grew louder as he waited, and he hung his head.
I positioned the head of my cock at his hole. “Look at the window,” I said. “Watch us as I fuck you.”
I waited for him to raise his head, and I met his eyes. Then I pressed the tip of my finger inside him, stretching him gently before deciding he was ready, and I nudged my cock forward. His eyes widened as I entered him, and I paused.
“Too much?”
“No. No, it’s good.” He rocked back against me a little, and I gasped at the sensation of his body taking me in.
I squeezed a spot of lube on my palm.
“What are you doing?” He hadn’t stopped rocking, and my breathing picked up.
I reached beneath him and took his dick in my hand. It was hard and swollen, and I knew it wouldn’t take long to make him come. “This.” I pumped my hand up and down in time to my thrusts into his ass, and he dropped his head.
“Watch me,” I instructed.
His eyes widened again, and his lips parted, and he began to blow his breath out in spurts as we moved together, my balls slapping against his skin with each thrust.
He began to pant and his skin reddened.
I forced my voice to be controlled. “Do you want to come, Gray?”
“Yes,” he gasped.
I squeezed his cock a little tighter. “Okay.” Then I pumped him fast, sliding my slick hand over the head, and he arched his back and let out a guttural moan. Cum splattered through my fingers, as his cock pulsed with each spurt.
As I held his eye contact, I thrust inside him faster and faster until we met each other with the slam of skin on skin. Pressure built at the base of my cock, and I parted my lips to tell him, but it was too late. Blood pounded through my eyes with the noise of a freight train and my body shuddered a powerful orgasm.
I bent over Gray’s back, gasping for my next breath. “Well, fuck,” I murmured. “That was…”
“Amazing? Intense? Epic?” he supplied.
“And unexpected.” I laughed. “I meant to last a bit longer. But you went, and you are so sexy when you come.”
“Well.” He lifted an eyebrow as he looked at me over his shoulder. “How about we eat to reclaim some energy, and we can try again to get it right?”
I trailed my hand into the arch of his back, and he shuddered. Then I dropped a light slap against his ass. “Getting it right,” I repeated. “That sounds like it could take a few tries.”
My kitchen filled with the aroma of sizzling steak as the mashed potatoes reheated in the oven, and my mouth watered in anticipation of the crispy crust that would form over the top of it. Green beans were bubbling away on the stove when Grady walked in, his shirt unfastened, the top button on his jeans undone. He wrapped his arms around me as I poured us a glass of wine each and he dropped his head to rest his cheek on my shoulder.
I served our food and drink to the table, and Gray dropped into the seat beside mine.
“Is this okay?”
“Sure.” I moved his place setting over from across from me. “I like having you close.”
He dropped his hand into my lap. “I like being close.”
I chuckled and loaded his fork with a bit of steak. “I thought we were refueling first?”
“Okay.” He nodded and opened his mouth, and I fed him.
He licked his lower lip after he swallowed, and I followed the movement with my gaze. My dick twitched, and I shifted.
I cleared my throat. “So, tell me how prep’s going for your new job, Professor?”
“Hmm…” He narrowed his gaze. “I could tell you, but then I might need to reprimand you.”
My dick twitched again. “Shit, Gray. I’m trying to have a normal conversation and take my mind off sex.” I laughed.
He laughed, too. “Sorry. Okay. Well, I’ve been working on lesson plans—I’d forgotten how exciting it is to really dig into a subject in-depth. I mean, it’s not a completely different skill from lesson planning now, but it’s…” He hesitated and his whole face seemed to almost glow. “It’s just better somehow.” He paused again. “I’m sure in time, the relentlessness of the work will grind me down to nothing, but it’s good and different at the moment.”
I laughed, glad to see him so relaxed and happy. “I won’t let it grind you down, Gray. You’re not the kind of guy, anyway.”
“It’s weird to think this is my last semester with my kids, though.” His mouth turned down, and his eyes saddened. “After Thanksgiving, I’ve only got a few more weeks with them. That’s quite sad.”
I nodded. “Moving on and change is sad,” I agreed, thinking of the change also facing me in January. “Thanksgiving might be our only chance to relax, to be honest.”
He glanced at me, and an idea sparked in my mind.
“Do you have any plans at Thanksgiving?” I helped myself to a mouthful of green beans, my fork chinking against the plate.
Grady shook his head. “Eating, probably.”
“How about we go away for the weekend, just the two of us?” As soon I voiced the thought, I realized how badly I wanted that tie with him.
A slow smile claimed his mouth, and he nodded. The glow of the fire from the other room played with the highlights in his blond hair.
“I’d love that,” he said.
“Okay.” I swallowed a piece of steak, my mind overflowing with ideas and plans. “Leave it to me. You just be ready when it’s time to go.”
19
Grady
I walked into my classroom the next morning, early a
nd ready to set up for the day. I was going above and beyond to create fantastic lessons for my third graders so I could go out with a bang. I wanted to be the teacher they remembered when they were forty—and for more than just my fart jokes.
I stopped just inside the doorway. Eli was sitting in my chair, his feet on my desk, crossed at the ankles, and he looked as relaxed as if he were lying on a beach in the Caribbean. Only, instead of a cocktail in the sand beside him, two steaming coffees in take-out cups stood on my desk. They were from my favorite hole-in-the-wall place too, damn him.
“Eli.” I didn’t say anything else. I just stared at him.
“Hey, dude.” He scrambled to his feet and pointed to my desk. “I brought coffee.”
I nodded. “Yep.”
When I didn’t move, he picked up the cup on the left and handed it to me. “This one’s the exact way you like it.”
“Great. Thanks.” I lifted the cup in an awkward kind of salute before I took a sip.
The dickwad. He was right—it was the exact way I liked it, down to the extra shot of caramel syrup and hazelnut grounds. But I didn’t want to be beholden to the guy over a three-dollar cup of coffee.
“So, I wanted to chat to you about the family dinner at your parents’ house. I know those are a big deal, and I’m sorry if anything Benji or I said ruined the atmosphere. There are actually a couple of things I need to explain about that.”
He looked contrite, but it was fake contrite. Eli forgot I knew all his usual tricks and the facial expressions he’d practiced long and hard in the mirror for when he needed to be convincing. But at least I wasn’t having to wait to find out what he wanted in exchange for the coffee. Me as a captive audience to listen to whatever crap he was about to spout was apparently the fee.
“I only told Benji you were jealous because Benji was feeling insecure. He thinks we have feelings for each other, and that’s why you decided to bow out of the wedding.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. I’d heard Eli say some ridiculous things over the years, but this was pretty well up there. Especially as his way of placating Benji had been to lie rather than tell him I was with Rome, so Benji had absolutely no reason to worry about me or my feelings.
