Elijah shook his head. “I said ‘it’s so good, Grayson’.”
Grayson smirked. “Okay.”
“Stop talking.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I don’t want you to,” Elijah said. He slowly pulled out and then slid his cock back in, throwing his head back at how amazing it felt. “Fuck you, man. Just… fuck you.”
“Fuck me,” Grayson said. He buried his face in the pillow and smiled the deeper Elijah got, grasping the chair a minute later. “Why are you going so slow?”
“Because I don’t want to cum in three minutes, Grayson. What was it you said about stupid questions?”
Grayson gave him a cute laugh. “Sorry.”
“Bend over for me?”
Without needing to be asked twice, Grayson got onto his knees and leant forward. He barely got to adjust himself before Elijah’s hands were on his waist and he was fucking him; moving in and out as his hands explored the slick expanse of his back. Grayson cursed to himself, propping himself up on the arm of the couch as his legs shook.
His phone began to ring again.
“Just answer it,” Elijah said. He stopped moving entirely, though his cock was pressed deep inside of Grayson. “I don’t want your friends to worry. They might think Doctor Bruce killed you with a scalpel or something. Was his name Bruce?”
Grayson didn’t know if he wanted to answer the phone and have a conversation with Oscar with a dick in his ass, but Elijah had a point. He also knew that the quicker he got this over with, the quicker he’d be able to get back to what he was doing.
He reached down to the floor, felt around for his phone, and eventually found it close to the coffee table. Elijah was busy massaging his back as he waited; his fingers digging into to his shoulders and then meticulously working their way down. Grayson tried not to moan as he pressed accept.
“H’lo?”
“My goodness. Did you not get the text where I said if you get home, I’ll be able to get laid?”
Grayson rolled his eyes. “Just tell Ela that I’m fine –”
Elijah moved out, then slowly pushed his way back in. It felt so damn good.
“Fuck,” Grayson’s toes were curling. “Tell her that the hangout session bombed, but I’m fine. I’ll be back l-later.”
Elijah looked down at Grayson’s ass as he slowly fucked him. He was right earlier. He already wanted to do this again the next night.
Oscar cleared his throat into the phone. “Um. What are you doing?”
Grayson had almost forgotten he was in the middle of a phone conversation when he heard his buddy’s voice. “Hm? Right this moment?”
“Yes.”
Grayson held back a moan as Elijah began to move deeper. “I’m… I’m – ohfuck… I’ll call you back.”
Elijah smiled. At this point he was watching Grayson bounce back against him. He clasped his hands behind himself and bit his lip, thrusting forward once just to hear him moan.
“Oh my god. You’re – are you? Sonny! You’re… with the Elijah guy? Dude –”
“I’ve gotta go,” Grayson said. He could hear Oscar mumbling something in response but he just hung up. His phone fell somewhere. He didn’t care where. It didn’t have legs to walk away with.
Speaking of legs. He could barely feel his.
But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
“Who was that?” Elijah asked, still in no rush to speed up the pace he was going.
Grayson didn’t know how he felt about that. On the one hand, this felt like heaven. On the other hand, he wanted more. He wanted so much more.
“My roommate,” Grayson said. “Roommate and best friend.”
Elijah grinded forward, letting his eyes close as they moved in sync with one another. “That’s sweet.”
Grayson looked back at him. “I promise I won’t judge you if you cum, because I really want you to move a little faster.”
“I’m going to let you take control in a minute,” Elijah promised. “I’ll let you ride me. Just, give me another minute of looking at you like this.”
“Just a minute,” Grayson said. He faced forward once again and licked his lips, smiling as he worked his ass just as slowly as Elijah was fucking him. He heard him curse underneath his breath and wasn’t at all surprised when firm hands gripped his sides. “It’s been a minute.”
Elijah laughed. “It’s been like ten seconds. Don’t rush greatness.”
Grayson smiled too. “You’re just in awe of how good it feels, Elijah. But I don’t have all night.”
Elijah didn’t reply. He was too busy enjoying it. Grayson’s ass felt like nothing he’d ever felt. It was incredible. Tight. Hot. Firm. He gripped one cheek in his palm, watching it bounce as he moved in at a faster pace. Every guy after Grayson was going to be a downgrade. Elijah didn’t even want to think about it.
“Damn.”
He pulled out slowly. Grayson had been moaning, but he stopped and looked back at him. The movie was long forgotten, but come on, that was the point of Netflix and Chill.
Elijah sat down on the sofa, pushing his boxers out of the way and slapping Grayson on the ass. “Come on.”
Grayson stood up and stretched his legs, running his fingers through the wild hair standing atop his head. “Facing you or facing the TV?”
Elijah made a funny face. “You think I’m going to let you face the TV with Chris Evans on the screen? I know you’re going to imagine it’s him while you ride me.”
Grayson gasped. “I would never.” He laughed when Elijah reached out and pulled him forward, falling on top of his lap. He straddled him and bit his lip as he lined himself up.
Elijah placed his hands on Grayson’s thighs, watching intently. He could see the pre-cum leaking from his cock, and as Grayson held onto Elijah and slowly slid down, his head automatically rolled back.
“Holy shit,” Grayson whispered. With each passing second, he slid just a little bit lower. Eventually he bottomed out and looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He tried not to focus on the way Elijah’s hands were moving up his thighs and over his ass. “Especially if you keep doing that.”
“What am I doing?” Elijah thrust up as Grayson started to ride him and the both of them got lost in their moaning. There was a lot he wanted to say – Elijah wanted to be smug and he wanted to make Grayson fall apart, but he could barely remember his own name right now.
“Grayson…”
He could remember that name perfectly, though.
“Is it good for you, Elijah?” he asked, grinding down. “You like it?”
“I love it.” Elijah looked up at him and bit his lip. “C’mere.”
Grayson worked his hips faster, throwing his head back as he bounced up and down. Elijah kept grabbing his ass. It was driving him crazy, and every time he lowered his body, the head of Elijah’s cock hit his spot.
It was exactly what Grayson needed.
“Come closer,” Elijah said again.
Grayson slowed down and looked at him. He moved forward, leaning his forehead against Elijah’s and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Like this?”
Elijah nodded.
Just when Grayson thought it was already too much for him to handle, he felt Elijah’s hand move in between their bodies and then tighten around his cock. His mouth fell open and he moaned against his lips. He must’ve looked a wreck. While he rode Elijah, right there on his couch, he also tried to thrust forward into his hand.
Then he felt lips on his.
Grayson froze.
Elijah pulled away almost immediately, like he hadn’t meant to do it. His hand stopped moving on Grayson’s cock and he sort of just stared up at him.
They both looked each other, neither saying a word. The movie continued in the background. Grayson wanted to say something, but then he had the thought that this could get weird if he did. There was no way he was leaving before he got to climax.
So he started to ride Elijah
again.
Elijah sighed, biting his lip and thrusting up. But Grayson didn’t miss the way his eyes stayed trained on his lips. He purposely licked them as he moved in closer.
Elijah did it again.
This time, there wasn’t any pulling away. Grayson let him deepen the kiss as he moved lower, moving his lips in succession with Elijah’s.
He hadn’t been kissed in a while. Grayson didn’t know if it was because of that fact or because he had one too many that he didn’t want to stop. But what he did know was they were breaking a lot of rules tonight – both Elijah’s and a couple of his.
Elijah’s tongue moved into Grayson’s mouth as his hand moved faster along his cock. He could tell by the way Grayson was shaking on top of him, paired with the noises he was making, that he was only a matter of seconds away from reaching his peak. He wasn’t very far behind him. Elijah bit playfully on Grayson’s bottom lip as he started thrusting up fast. They moaned each other’s names and Elijah felt Grayson smile into the kiss before he came.
“Fuck,” Grayson groaned.
He started to slow down, though Elijah’s hand was still moving along the length of his cock. After a moment, he pushed the hand away and began to kiss along his jaw line.
“Are you close?” Grayson asked.
Elijah nodded. He slid his hands back around to Grayson’s ass, about to try and kiss him again, but he’d done that more than enough. Honestly.
“Let me cum in your mouth.”
Grayson smiled. “Why not. I love the taste of latex.”
“Shut up.” Elijah didn’t want to smile, but he did. He watched as Grayson got up, shakily standing, but eventually dropping to his knees and pulling the condom off.
“I have zero gag reflex so I suggest you take advantage of that.”
Elijah’s eyes went wide. “Show me what you got.”
Boy, did he show him.
Grayson relaxed his throat and looked up at Elijah as his mouth touched the base of his dick. He ran his tongue up and down the vein as he sucked him, eager for his release.
Elijah did not want this to end, but before he could tell you what year it was, he had his hands in dirty blond hair and his seed was hitting the back of Grayson’s throat.
He kept fucking his mouth as he came.
Grayson welcomed it.
Best night ever.
“Best night ever,” Elijah said, echoing his thoughts. “That was beautiful. I like your mouth. It’s nice.”
“You’re very eloquent after coming in someone’s mouth. You know that?”
“Your mouth is my absolute favorite,” Elijah continued. “I mean. That’s a lie. Your ass is… my goodness. But your mouth. Wow. You feel me?”
Grayson moved onto the sofa next to him and looked at the TV. He wanted to talk about what just happened. He tended to be the guy that talked things out. But tonight, he had his reservations.
“You should probably wipe my cum off your stomach,” he said.
Elijah shrugged, scratching tiredly at his leg. “I’m in no rush.”
Grayson looked at him. If there was going to be a picture used for post-orgasm glow in the dictionary, a photographer had better make their way over here right now. Elijah looked ridiculously sated sitting there. It made Grayson laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“You,” Grayson said simply. “But I need to leave. It’s late and I’ve got to get back to my boring life of Millennium and The Pretty Committee.”
Elijah turned to face him and shook his head. “You don’t have to leave so soon. We can hang out a little bit longer.”
Grayson shook his head and sat up. “I’m being for real now. I think we broke enough rules for tonight.”
Elijah was quiet.
“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”
Elijah sat up straighter, gesturing in the direction where it was. “Go ahead.”
“Thank you.”
Grayson got up and stretched, mumbling something about his legs being numb, and making his way towards the restroom. Elijah turned and watched Grayson walk naked through his crappy apartment. He waited for the door to close before he collapsed back and sighed.
What the fuck just happened?
Yes, they were having sex. Elijah loved having sex. That was why he did it a lot. But he did not kiss dudes he wasn’t involved with romantically.
Hell. He and his ex-boyfriend hardly ever made out. There were kisses here and there, but Elijah wasn’t the affectionate type. That had always been clear.
Yet he couldn’t stop himself with Grayson just now. First, the pet name slip. Then, the kissing. Oh, and he wanted him to stay for a while.
Elijah was breaking his own rules at this point.
He decided to blame it on the alcohol. That was his excuse. He’d blame it on the alcohol and having what he could only describe as the greatest fuck he’d had in a while bouncing up and down on his cock.
Simply put, he got caught up in the moment.
He grabbed a couple napkins from the coffee table and wiped the mess off his stomach. The water in the bathroom turned on, and Elijah could hear Grayson humming the tune to his song as he washed his hands – the original one he’d performed earlier.
Grayson was cute.
Elijah pulled on his boxers and stood up. “I could drive you back to your place but my car’s a piece of shit. You’ve been warned.”
Grayson walked out of the bathroom and back over to the living room swinging his hands back and forth to air-dry them. He shook his head no and scoffed.
“You may wear it better than I do, but you’re also drunk. I’ll get an Uber uptown.”
Elijah nodded and looked at the time on his cable box. “Well. Thanks for coming over. I had fun.”
Grayson smiled at him before picking up his clothing. “I had a great time. Thank you for that.”
“For sure.”
They fell into a comfortable silence as Grayson began to get dressed. Elijah wished he could tell what he was thinking. He seemed more relaxed than Elijah felt right now, honestly. He scratched at his head and turned away, letting Grayson get dressed in peace.
The sound of his stomach growling startled Elijah. He needed something to eat. Would Tony come over, bring pancakes, and then leave?
Probably not.
“I’ll text you tomorrow,” Grayson said.
Elijah rolled his eyes. “Sure you will.”
“I’m for real,” Grayson told him, laughing as he began to button up his shirt. “If you don’t answer, I get it. We did… well, we did this, and I know you’re not exactly a repeat offender. But I would be upset about it.”
“If you plan on texting, I plan on answering,” Elijah said without hesitation.
“Okay.” Grayson reached down and picked up his phone. “If you find my bowtie, just put it aside for me.”
Elijah smirked, nodding a response.
He watched as Grayson rushed over to his shoes and stepped into them, all while typing on his phone for an Uber. Part of him was okay with him running out of here like this, because it meant that they didn’t have to discuss this. The happenings of tonight were something that Elijah wanted to process on his own. On the other hand, he wouldn’t have minded Grayson staying over a little longer. They could do that again, or he didn’t know… actually watch the movie. You know, Netflix without the Chill.
“Do you need a dry shirt or is that one okay?”
Grayson looked up at him and smiled. “A bit damp, but it’ll do. Besides, I deserve it for two-timing you like I did.”
“True,” Elijah said, smiling when Grayson laughed.
He was starting to like that laugh a lot.
“I’ll talk to you later.”
“Yeah. Let me know when you get in.” Elijah walked over so that he could close the door behind him. He smirked when Grayson got stuck trying to put his coat on and helped him into it.
“Goodnight.” Grayson kissed his cheek and smiled as he walked out th
e door.
“Goodnight, Grayson.” Elijah touched the spot on his cheek and smiled, shaking his head at himself. He locked the door and went right back over to the sofa, falling onto it face first.
How was tonight even real?
Chapter 8
The elevator made it to the top floor of Grayson’s building. After an obnoxious yawn, he made his way towards his front door. The neighboring condo was playing holiday music at a volume that made it impossible for Grayson to ignore as he searched for his keys.
His head was throbbing.
Grayson hoped that it was late enough for his friend to be asleep. He hoped that after he explained over the phone to Oscar that he was fine – that he was just out having a little fun with Elijah – he hoped it meant his friend calmed down and went to bed. Though it was highly unlikely, it was still possible, especially if Eleanor was over. She tended to distract him the way that a squirrel distracted a playful pup.
He felt his phone vibrate just as he found the keys. Grayson pulled the iPhone out and smiled when he read the screen.
Elijah:
I didn’t realize your bowtie had characters from The Peanut Gang on them. If we were the type that used pet names on each other, I’d save your name in my phone as Peanut.
Grayson was willing to bet a good amount of money that his name in Elijah’s cell phone was now ‘Peanut’. He smiled, shook his head, and walked into his place.
It was quiet. Dark and quiet. That could be a good thing, but Grayson was suspicious. Oscar actually being asleep right now seemed a little too good to be true…
Grayson:
Uh-huh. And what should I save you as in my phone?
He hit send and then stepped out of his shoes. The entire way home, Grayson had been imagining the way the hot water in the shower would feel when it hit his body, and right now, he couldn’t move quickly enough. He put his coat on the hook and walked back towards his bedroom.
Elijah:
Big Sexy
Grayson rolled his eyes.
He opened the door to his bedroom and turned the light on, already in the process of undressing when he saw Oscar sitting on his bed. The sound that left his mouth embarrassed him.
“Well. That was manly.”
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