Elijah put his things down and looked at Grayson curiously. He was expecting him to be turned off entirely. Grayson was rich from the moment he was born, and nothing about where he lived was swanky-living like he suspected Grayson knew all about. But to Elijah’s surprise, his guest only took a look around and then proceeded to get undressed.
He closed the door behind them and did the same, pulling his leather jacket off and tossing it in the direction that Grayson threw his coat.
“How long have you been here?” Grayson asked him.
Elijah pulled his sweatshirt off. “Since I moved back from college. I used to have a roommate but now it’s just me.”
Grayson turned around and nodded. His dress shirt was now unbuttoned, and underneath it, Elijah could see the white tank top he was wearing. The outline of his abs were as clear as day.
The outline of his dick was also as clear as day. Elijah looked at it as he unbuttoned his jeans.
“Netflix?”
Grayson laughed. “Why not?”
Elijah smiled. He walked over to his TV set and turned it on. There was nothing like a little Netflix and Chill to set the night off right. “Can I get you something to drink? A beer?”
Grayson wanted to say no. He should’ve. But he knew if he wanted to stay dumb to the fact that he was about to mess around with a guy who’d found his lost phone a couple days ago – behavior that was completely out of character for him – he figured he’d keep the drinks flowing.
“A beer sounds good.” He watched Elijah undress until he was just in his boxers and socks.
“Pick something to ‘watch’.” Elijah used his fingers to air quote.
Grayson nodded. He accepted the remote as it was handed to him and made no attempt to hide the fact that he was checking Elijah out as he walked away. Elijah seemed to like it anyway. Elijah ran his fingers through his hair and entered the kitchen.
Grayson couldn’t wait to pull his hair. That was probably his first goal – well after orgasming his brains out, of course. As Elijah moved through the kitchen, Grayson looked at the tattoo sleeve on his right arm and bit his lip. The Badboy type wasn’t exactly what he thought he’d be into, but everything about this guy’s body was turning him on right now.
Blame it on the alcohol.
“So you’re an only child?” Elijah asked.
Grayson smiled, not exactly expecting them to do the whole ‘small talk’ thing. He walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling through the Netflix selection. “I am,” he answered. “I always wanted a brother and a sister, but my parents didn’t have time for another kid.”
“That stinks,” Elijah said. “I always wanted to be an older brother at some point in my life but it never happened.”
Grayson watched him walk back over with the two beers and counted each and every ab on his stomach. Elijah was about 10 pounds lighter than him, and everything flexed when he walked. He was leaner while Grayson was more of a hunk.
“Well, you know what they say. Never say never,” he replied.
Elijah laughed, taking a seat next to him and handing the beer over. Grayson accepted it with a smile.
“My dad is ancient. He’s 11 years older than my mother. His sperm are nothing but dust at this point.”
Grayson laughed.
“My dreams of being an older brother were crushed long ago. It’s fine.” He leant in and licked at the shell of Grayson’s ear, smiling to himself as he inhaled sharply. “So what movie aren’t we watching?”
Grayson bit his lip as Elijah snapped open the button of his pants. “What about The Avengers? I want to put something on with hot guys in it just in case you’re a boring-fuck.”
Elijah laughed as he slid his hand into Grayson’s underwear again. Grayson tensed at first, and Elijah reckoned it was because of the cold temperature of his fingers.
“I promise I’m the furthest thing from a boring-fuck. My neighbors hate me. You’re going to be loud.”
“Oh am I?” Grayson spread his legs farther apart, welcoming Elijah’s touches. His words came out just above a whisper as he focused on this man’s hand on his cock.
“You are,” Elijah promised, kissing the spot just behind Grayson’s ear.
Okay. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to think about this, but as Grayson turned the movie on and started to drink from his beer, all Elijah could remember was what he was doing 24 hours ago. He’d been a little bitter about him not texting him back and somehow ended up staring at pictures of him on the internet. Now, the guy was on his sofa, pretty much fucking his hand and moaning “Elijah” like he’d been doing it for years.
A dream is a wish your heart makes, Elijah thought.
“Fuck,” Grayson moaned. “That feels really good.”
Elijah made the mistake of looking up right when Grayson licked his lips. He stared. All he could think about was feeling them pressed against his. They probably tasted like Heineken and that cherry lip balm he used. Elijah looked away and focused on the opening credits instead.
“Take your clothes off, Grayson.”
Grayson nodded. “Yeah.”
Elijah watched him take his shirt off and drop it on the floor. He watched as Grayson pulled the tank top up and off, and stared rather blatantly at the expanse of his torso. This man had the body of a Greek god, and it was not fair.
Grayson could feel Elijah’s brown eyes on him as he shimmied out of his pants, smirking as he made a show of it. He glanced back and saw Elijah smiling up at him.
“You can take my underwear off if you want to.”
“Oh?” Elijah stood up and looked Grayson up and down. He fixated on those green eyes for a moment and a smile formed. “Are you clean, Grayson Paul?”
Grayson smirked. “We’re using a condom, but yes, I’m clean.”
“Of course we are. I just wanted to know before I had the tip of your cock hitting my throat is all.”
“Ah.” Grayson took a deep breath as Elijah’s hand slid over his ass. “Would you like to know something?”
“What’s that?” Elijah liked their difference in height. It meant that he could keep kissing at this spot on Grayson’s neck that made him tremble.
Grayson moved his hands up Elijah’s arms and rested them on his shoulders. “I told myself I’d never fuck a guy once we ended our relationship.”
Elijah laughed into the kisses he was placing along Grayson’s collar bone. He squeezed each half of his ass, caressing him over his blue Ralph Lauren briefs. “Maybe we should get back together then. Just for tonight.”
“I’m over you,” Grayson said.
“I doubt that.” Elijah pushed him down onto the sofa and smirked at the way Grayson bit his lip as he looked up at him. He reached for his beer and took a long drink. As he downed a little bit more of it, Grayson crossed his hands beneath his head.
“Go get a condom.”
Elijah smiled, taking another sip and nodding. “I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry up.”
After he put the bottle back down on the coffee table, Elijah made his way back to his bedroom.
It was honestly a lot for him to process. All of this was. He thought that tonight was going to be another typical Wednesday night. He’d sing at Amo Pasta, head home and catch Supernatural, and then head over to Fallon’s to see what she had going on. But instead, he was about to screw one of the most eligible bachelors in all of New York. He was about to screw Grayson Paul.
“I am about to screw Grayson Paul.” Elijah looked in his mirror as he said it. He didn’t believe himself.
For one, the guy was way too good for him. He was like nobody Elijah had ever done. Grayson was so beautiful and he had a personality and apparently he wanted something simple, too. It was rare that Elijah found someone who just wanted to fuck and then move on with his life. He appreciated that.
But. There was always a but when it came to Grayson. Elijah felt… weird when it came to him. He was willing to throw away all of his rules when
it came to this guy.
Elijah hadn’t fucked Grayson Paul yet, but he knew that he wanted to fuck Grayson Paul again tomorrow.
He exhaled and pushed the hair from his face. “Focus,” he said to himself.
Elijah grabbed a couple condoms from the box and groaned when he realized they were the last two. He put both between his teeth and pulled out a fresh bottle of lubricant, grabbing his pillows and making his way back out to the living room.
This was reminiscent of the night before with Tony. But last night with Tony had been twenty minutes and a pat on the back before sending him on his way. Elijah didn’t want that tonight. He didn’t know what he wanted tonight, but it wasn’t that.
Grayson was drinking the last of his Heineken and laughing at something on the TV when Elijah returned. He watched him for a moment and smiled, certain that he had no idea how beautiful he looked right now.
That’s right. Beer in hand. Sitting on the couch in his underwear. Laughing at something that probably wasn’t that funny. Elijah could get used to walking in on this.
He knew he wouldn’t, but he could.
Tippy toeing, he snuck up behind him, let the condoms fall from him lips, and kissed him on his cheek. Grayson smiled, reaching up and running his fingers through Elijah’s hair.
“It took you long enough.”
“I had to make you miss me,” Elijah said. He started to kiss along his jaw line as his hand slid down his chest and over his navel. Grayson moaned softly as Elijah spoke again. “We haven’t really given each other any space since our break up and I needed you to know what it felt like to miss me.”
Grayson smiled. “You’re such an idiot.”
“I know,” Elijah hopped over the couch and landed with a bounce. He tossed the lube down and got on his knees in between Grayson’s legs. “Hips up.”
Grayson lifted his hips without a need for further prompting. He watched Elijah’s eyes go wide as his erection was freed. It wasn’t so bad if Grayson said so himself – he wasn’t one of those guys to measure it or anything, but it was a decent length and was pretty thick in girth – oh fucking hell he’s kissing it –
“Oh. Oh.”
Grayson threw his head back as he shimmied out of his boxers. Elijah’s warm mouth slowly moved down the length of his cock, and he licked his lips, tentatively lacing his hands in Elijah’s dark hair.
Maybe this wasn’t the best time to think about Oscar, but boy, was he right.
Fuck being stressed out about work. Fuck all of that. There was nothing wrong with losing sight and being distracted every once in a while if said distraction knew how to move his mouth like this.
He’d never tell his friend that he was right, though.
Elijah was a fan of the way that Grayson moaned the farther he took him into his mouth. The sound was heavenly. It was a sound that he wanted to wake up to in the morning and fall asleep to at night. Hell, put that sound over a beat and it would sell 100 million copies. He cupped his balls in his hand as he pulled off, licking around the of tip of Grayson’s cock. His thighs shook and Elijah smirked.
“You like that?”
Grayson bit his lip as he watched Elijah’s tongue swirl around the head of his cock. “Don’t ask stupid questions. And stop playing with my nuts. You’re going to make me cum.”
Elijah kissed down the shaft. “That’s the point of this, dumbass. And you wonder why I broke up with you.”
Grayson began to laugh until it turned into a string of yeses and don’t stops. Elijah really did like the way Grayson played in his hair, pulling him back towards his cock and making him suck on it. It was such a fucking turn-on.
Elijah went down on him for a minute more before pulling away and licking his lips. He heard the sound of protest Grayson made, and smirked as he looked down at him on his knees.
“When a person says not to stop, it’s usually because they don’t want you to stop.”
“I’m aware,” Elijah told him. He got up and pushed his boxers off, not at all missing the way that Grayson ogled him. “It’s just that I want you to turn over. So turn over.”
Grayson rolled his eyes; his hand moving to his cock. “Is that how you talk to your boy toys, Mr. Dawson?”
Elijah picked up his beer and shrugged. “I usually just flip my boy toys over, Grayson. I’m giving you the chance to turn over on your own.”
He began to drink what was left in the bottle and Grayson smiled as he watched the movement of his throat. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Turn over and I’ll show you.”
Grayson bit his lip, but eventually he decided to stop being difficult and turned over. He laid down on his stomach and tucked the pillow beneath him, ignoring Elijah standing there so that he could instead look at the TV.
“The things that I’d do to Chris Evans,” he said.
Elijah glanced back at the screen and smirked. “What would you do to him?”
“Fuck him into oblivion,” Grayson said obviously. “Is there any other way to answer that question?”
“Nope.” Elijah looked back at him lying there and licked at the rim of his beer bottle. Grayson had his ass arched in the air, and that was a bubble butt if he’d ever seen one. “Can I show you what I want to do to you?”
Grayson tilted his head and looked at him. The way Elijah’s tongue was circling the tip of his beer made him smile. “Show me.”
Elijah continued to stare for a moment before he finally stepped forward and tipped his bottle.
Grayson bit his lip as Elijah poured the beer straight down the center of his back, just to the curve of his ass. He could feel the liquid, cold as it ran over his skin, and he had a feeling they’d need a shower after this.
A second later, Elijah was hovering on top of him. He felt lips kissing his shoulder. He felt a hand palming his ass. Then, Elijah was licking the trail of the beer from between his backbones and down to the very base of his spine. Grayson closed his eyes as Elijah’s tongue glided across his back and then lower. It took everything he had not to roll his hips down into the sofa and cum all over this man’s cushions.
And then Elijah’s tongue was inside of him.
Grayson moaned into the pillow. He pushed back against Elijah’s face, smiling when he seemed encouraged by the action.
Elijah buried his face between Grayson’s cheeks and pushed his tongue in deeper, flicking it in and out.
“Oh. My. God.” Grayson was smiling.
Elijah came up for air. “I prefer to be called ‘Elijah’, but whatever floats your boat.”
“Shut up and lick me, Elijah.”
He got his wish. Elijah smiled, going back to what he was doing.
Grayson knew he hadn’t felt this way in a while. He didn’t think he’d ever felt this good. That was saying a lot. He was far from a virgin, but his ex-boyfriend didn’t exactly possess the prowess that this man did. And those unfortunate rebounds Grayson had after his relationship flopped… he could barely remember them.
He reached behind him to grab Elijah’s head and push it farther, moaning his name. As soon as Elijah moved lower and began to kiss his nuts, Grayson’s eyes rolled back.
Then his phone started ringing.
“Are you kidding me?” Grayson groaned, wishing that he’d lost it again before they came inside.
Elijah looked at the device lighting up on the floor as he reached for the condom. “It says ‘Oscar’.”
Grayson knew he should answer, but he didn’t want to. His friends were no doubt worrying about him, but he’d call back in a little bit. “Ignore it.”
“Not a problem.” Elijah ripped the packet open and slid the condom on. He spat the piece of foil from his mouth and poured some lube into his palm. “You need a new ringtone. I’ll record myself singing ‘I Wanna Sex You Up’ and send it to you tomorrow.”
Grayson rolled his eyes. “Thanks, but no thanks.” He was about to say something but immediately forgot as two fingers slid inside of him. Elijah
moved them in slowly, but he moved them in deep. Grayson grabbed at the arm of the couch and licked his lips. “Shit.”
The phone stopped ringing, finally.
“You’re extremely tight.”
Grayson nodded. “It’s been a while. But don’t worry about it… don’t hold back.”
That was probably the last thing he was expecting to hear. “It’s been a while? How long?”
“Long enough,” Grayson joked. He closed his eyes again and focused on the feeling of Elijah stretching him open. “That doesn’t mean I want you to go easy on me.”
There were a lot of questions that Elijah needed answers to right now. One of which was definitely how long?, and the other had to be why was he the one that got to end the dry spell. Now wasn’t exactly the time to have deep conversation about all of that, though. He slicked himself up with the appropriate amount of lube and wiped the excess on his chest, carefully lining up at Grayson’s entrance.
“Let me know if you need me to stop or slow down,” he whispered.
Grayson smiled. “I’m not a virgin, sweetheart. I can take it.”
Elijah licked his lips and slowly started to push in. “What did I say about the pet names?”
Grayson bit down on his lip. Elijah was a lot thicker than he was used to. He knew that he said he could take it, and he could, but he was happy that Elijah decided to move in slowly. “I forgot. What did you say, muffin?”
Elijah smiled. “Is that how you want to play it?”
Grayson laughed. That laugh quickly turned into a hitched breath. His nails pressed into the sofa. Elijah stared.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
I’m not, Elijah thought. Grayson’s ass was tight and the heat wrapped around the first inch of his cock right now was definitely going to make him explode. “Good.”
Elijah placed one hand on Grayson’s waist as he pushed in a little bit farther. He watched his cock moving deeper inside him and let out a deep breath. “So good, baby.”
Grayson’s breathing was labored as he began to push his ass back, slowly accepting Elijah inside of him. “What was that?”
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