Elijah cleared his throat and thought of a good one. It was kind of hard to think when he had a hot guy underneath him rubbing his arm like this – outlining just about every part of the koi fish sleeve. Don’t get hard, please.
“Why did the man take toilet paper to the party?” he asked.
Grayson smirked, preparing himself for this to be really bad. “Why?”
“Because he was a party pooper,” Elijah said with a smile. “Eh? Get it? Because he was a party pooper.”
Grayson sighed. “Next.”
Elijah looked at him as he settled comfortably between his legs. “Well where’s my kiss?”
“Where’s my funny joke?” Grayson shot back.
Elijah smirked. “Fine. What did the duck say when he bought lipstick?”
Grayson looked at him expectantly, smiling as he gripped his bicep. “What?”
“Put it on my bill!”
“Oh my god,” Grayson rolled his eyes. “Elijah Dad-Jokes Dawson is in the building.”
“You’re laughing,” Elijah pointed out.
“Because this is as bad as I thought it’d be…”
Elijah pouted. “You’re a real Grinch, Little Paul. Everyone loves my jokes. They kill with Mrs. Fannie in the office.”
Grayson shrugged, a smile on his lips. “I guess I’m not as easy to please as Mrs. Fannie.”
Elijah stared at his lips and started again. “The past, the present, and the future walk into a bar. It was tense.”
Grayson slid his free hand behind Elijah’s neck and pulled him in close. Their lips touched and then their mouths opened, and Elijah let a moan slip as he felt Grayson’s tongue touch his.
This was probably going to be the best reward for signing to Millennium Records. The money and the cars and all of the other things would just be that. Things. But this… fuck. Elijah tried his best not to grind down against Grayson as his hands made their way through his hair. And then they were at the side of his face, holding him steady as he sucked on his tongue. Grayson’s leg was moving between his thighs and Elijah groaned at the absence when he pulled away.
“That was a good one, huh?” he asked.
Grayson shook his head no. “I’ve heard it before. I just really wanted to kiss you.”
Elijah smiled. “Then kiss me.”
“Give me a tour.”
Elijah was in the process of leaning in, but stopped when he heard the request. He really did not want to stop what they were doing. Okay. It was true that he told Grayson they should go on a date without the sex, and he knew they didn’t even eat yet, but the without the sex was proving to be a lot… harder than Elijah anticipated.
“A tour?” he asked.
Grayson nodded. “I’ve been over here before and have only seen the couch and the bathroom. Show me around.”
Elijah began to smile as he looked around his shitty apartment – the shitty lightbulb in his shitty lamp threatening to blow out. He shook his head. “Baby, there isn’t much to see. This is a two-bedroom dump in Hell’s Kitchen, if you want to call these closets with beds ‘bedrooms’.”
Grayson rolled his eyes. “I want to see where you live. You’ll be leaving soon to something better and I want to know where you came from.”
Elijah looked down at him.
“If I have anything to say about it, you’ll have a platinum record in another year.”
“And money,” Elijah added.
“Unless you’re willing to work for free,” Grayson replied with a smile. “Come on. Get up. Show me around.”
He did just that. They made their way towards the back of the small apartment first. It was Garfield’s old room. There was just storage there now. Elijah explained he thought about making it into a playroom for when Lily came over, or a studio for himself, but he never got around to doing anything with it.
They passed by the bathroom and into the living room again. Elijah pointed at the kitchen.
“It’s small, but I mean. It’s got a stove. I boil water for ramen sometimes. There’s the fridge.”
Grayson smiled. “I get the gist. Next?”
“Pantry,” Elijah said, pointing at the door. He then took Grayson’s hand and led him into his bedroom.
“This is where I sleep and jerk off. And that’s pretty much all there is to it.”
Grayson looked around. There was a stack of vinyl records in the corner. A guitar case was beside it, and then he focused on the bookshelf with masses of CDs and DVDs thrown haphazardly inside. He moved towards it and picked up a book on top. Scribbled handwriting flooded the pages.
“My lyric book,” Elijah said.
Grayson nodded. He put it down, not wanting to be invasive.
“So tell me,” Grayson turned around and walked over to the queen-sized bed, taking a seat. “Are you happy here? You seem much bigger than this.”
Elijah got defensive. This place was home to him. “Not everyone has a multi-millionaire father. I make ends meet and I’m proud of this dump.”
Grayson looked up. “Come here.”
Elijah walked over, slowly, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t mean to snap or anything. But you probably know by now. I don’t need the luxury to feel like I’m a success. Sure, my car is a piece of shit and I wouldn’t mind having something I don’t have to kick to get to work, but this place is as good of a representation of the type of person I am that you’re ever going to get.”
“I doubt that,” Grayson said quickly. He looked over at the posters on the wall as he pushed his hair away from his face. “You may not think much of yourself because of the type of guy you are. Well, hopefully were…” he trailed off for a moment and then turned to face him. “But you’re more than just living day-to-day in this tiny apartment, wasting your life away. The only representation of you I need can be found when you pick up that guitar and sing something you wrote, Elijah. And you’re incredible. I hope you know that.”
Elijah looked away from him so that he wouldn’t blush. He stared down at his hands and listened to what he said.
“I hope that the things I have don’t define me in your eyes, just like all of this doesn’t define you in my eyes. Elijah Dawson is so much more than this to me.”
“You’re more than just the son of Harvey Paul in my eyes,” Elijah told him. He allowed Grayson to take his hand and smiled to himself. “There’s so much more drawing me to you and I want to be one of those people you let in.”
Grayson smiled. “I think I’d like that. But you have to let me in, too.”
They looked at one another and Elijah nodded when Grayson gave him a sincere look. “Yeah.” He closed his eyes and let Grayson place a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’m serious about this. All of it. I hope you know that.”
Grayson pulled back for a moment to look at him. He saw the honesty behind Elijah’s eyes and knew he didn’t need to question it. Having to trust him would take work, just like trusting himself would, but Grayson nodded and answered, “I know.”
Elijah smiled. “Thank you …”
He wanted to say more. He wanted to tell Grayson that it meant a lot that he was willing to give him a chance to prove himself. He wanted to say that he wouldn’t let him down, despite what his friends or anyone else would’ve thought, but all those thoughts vanished when Grayson was by his side; his hand tipping Elijah’s chin and their mouths pressed against one another’s.
There was something about kissing Grayson Paul that calmed Elijah entirely. Every waking thought was eased. He could do nothing but focus on the way the hairs on his skin were standing up, and the chills that were moving through his body. Grayson’s initial kisses were always soft and gentle, and he’d inhale on the next one as he moved to deepen it. Elijah wanted to study the way Grayson’s lips moved every day if it was possible.
Grayson moved his hand to cradle Elijah’s face as he paid his top lip just as much attention as he paid the bottom, kissing it gingerly and softly tracing his mouth with
his tongue. Elijah would let out these soft breaths after every kiss. He sat there patiently with his lips parted, letting Grayson have his way.
It was beautiful.
Grayson realized that his hand was now moving lower; his fingers playing in the hair at the nape of Elijah’s neck. He didn’t want to get too carried away. They agreed that tonight would just be a date and none of the added extras, yet all he could think about was more.
Elijah didn’t like the fact that they stopped kissing. He tipped his head to the side and looked straight ahead to the wall as Grayson’s lips moved across his jaw.
“You can definitely keep going if you want.”
He could hear him laughing into his ear; Grayson’s hand moving down his chest now. Elijah licked his lips, hoping he’d continue.
“I didn’t want to let myself get carried away, Elijah.” Grayson kissed the spot below Elijah’s ear as he caressed his nipple through the t-shirt he wore. It was hard.
Grayson wondered what else was hard.
“We don’t have to g-get carried away,” Elijah stuttered out.
Grayson pulled back and looked at him, wearing a smile as he continued. Seeing Elijah start to fall apart like this was new, and they’d barely done anything yet.
“We can just…” Elijah looked down at Grayson’s hand squeezing his nipple and licked his lips. “We can take it slow.”
Take it slow. Grayson moved his hand lower. It hovered over his abdomen for a while before slipping underneath Elijah’s shirt. The response he got threatened to turn him on even more – there was something about the way Elijah’s lips parted when Grayson touched him that made Grayson want to keep touching. He explored the expanse of skin, feeling over each ab and rubbing over ribs with the pad of his thumb.
Elijah closed his eyes and let out a soft breath.
“Maybe we can lay down?” Grayson suggested.
He kept his eyes focused on Elijah when he asked it, wanting to see his reaction. If Elijah didn’t want to, he’d know it right away. His face was always so expressive. But Grayson doubted that Elijah wouldn’t want to.
Elijah moved backwards on the bed immediately.
That must have been a yes. He pulled his sweater off and tossed it aside, not really caring where it landed. The only thing he cared about right now was feeling Elijah’s lips on his again.
They kissed as Grayson knelt over him, and Elijah worked on removing the t-shirt he had on. It was true that he didn’t want to rush things this time around. Last week they’d gotten drunk and went at it on the couch, and while it was incredible, Elijah knew that he didn’t want things to turn out like this now. He allowed Grayson to push him down against the mattress and moaned when the stronger man slid between his legs, but as their bare chests touched and he felt lips moving along his neck, he had to speak.
“Grayson…”
Grayson slowly worked his hips down and thrust against Elijah’s thigh. He couldn’t believe how hard he’d gotten in the past ten seconds, but god did it feel good. “Yes, hon?”
Elijah fought not to blush as Grayson continued to kiss his neck. “Well first off that feels incredible – everything you’re doing… especially that,” he paused for a moment as Grayson slid lower and began kissing between his pectoral muscles. “But I feel like this needs to be said…”
“You really don’t have to say anything right now.” Grayson moved up so that they were eye to eye, and smiled when Elijah leant up to peck his lips. He kissed back, hoping to end the conversation and continue, but Elijah pulled away.
“I know. I just hope that you know I wasn’t expecting this tonight. And I didn’t ask you out again so that we would end up in bed together.”
Grayson gave him a close-lipped smile as Elijah rested his head on the pillows once more. “You didn’t, I’m sure. But we ended up in bed together and I really don’t want to stop what we’re doing.”
Elijah didn’t want to stop either. In fact, he wanted to keep going. He wanted to go all fucking night if possible, but he wanted Grayson to understand –
“Stop overthinking this and let me kiss you, please?”
He took a deep breath and nodded. That wouldn’t be hard at all. But Elijah realized that as Grayson kissed him – and boy did he know how to use his tongue – other things got hard. The good hard. It wasn’t long before the two of them were rolling around on top of the sheets; their hands in each other’s hair and exploring each other’s bodies, and at some point Grayson began grinding down – his own cock rubbing against Elijah’s through the pants they each still wore.
The pants Elijah desperately wanted them to take off.
“These are in the way,” Grayson whispered, reaching in between them and unsnapping the button to Elijah’s jeans. He exhaled and nodded, doing the same to help Grayson out of his.
It was like he was a mind reader.
They were undressing one another while Elijah still tried to keep their lips together. It took a little longer this way, but neither of them seemed to mind. Grayson bit playfully on Elijah’s bottom lip as he kicked off his last sock and they fell back onto the bed together, Grayson climbing on top of him. Elijah’s hands made their way down his back and over the swell of his ass effortlessly, and when Grayson worked his hips forward, they both had to break the kiss to moan.
“Damn…” Elijah bit his lip as he squeezed Grayson’s waist. They looked down, watching their cocks touch as they slid together.
“That’s good,” he moaned.
Grayson nodded, bracing himself with one hand on the mattress beside Elijah’s head, while the other pinned Elijah’s hand against the sheets. “I can’t believe I wanted to walk away from this,” he said. “I mean. Now. Looking at you and feeling you again. I’m insane.”
Elijah wanted to laugh, but when Grayson let go of his hand and started to stroke his cock, he could only lie there completely sated. “Oh fuck.”
Grayson’s tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth. He began to lazily stroke both of their cocks together as the words left his lips.
“May I fuck you?”
Elijah’s eyes slowly began to open as the words registered. It took no time at all for his dick to stiffen and he wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like he ever bottomed before, and he was never curious about trying it either. He’d never even fingered himself. Topping had always been his thing. Yet, this beautiful man was on top of him and his hand was stroking his cock and all he could think about was what it would be like looking up at Grayson as he pushed in.
He tried not to let the infatuation distract him here. Elijah was basically a bottoming virgin. What if he was bad at it and it turned Grayson off? Or what if it hurt more than it was supposed to… not that he was afraid or anything. Of course he wasn’t. But it could happen. He closed his eyes again when he felt Grayson moving lower on the bed, and before he knew what was happening, Grayson’s mouth was covering the tip of his cock.
Now how was this fair? How was Elijah supposed to make a sound decision with Grayson’s lips wrapped around his cock? His toes curled as he stared up at the ceiling, trying to process this night.
Then Grayson started deep throating him. Fuck.
“The condoms a-are in the drawer,” Elijah told him.
Grayson spread Elijah’s thighs wider as he took his thick cock into his mouth. Already Elijah’s legs were shaking and Grayson hadn’t even stretched him out yet. He bet Elijah was tight as ever. Grayson started to blow him faster just before Elijah’s hands were in his hair, roughly pulling him away from his dick. When he looked up, confusion evident on his face, Elijah’s eyes were half-lidded.
“If you keep that up, I’m not going to last much longer. I promise.”
Grayson laughed and licked his lips. “Which drawer are they in?”
Elijah sat up and reached into his bedside table drawer, grabbing the lube and a condom out of the new box he purchased. He handed everything to Grayson and leant back on his elbows, watching him toss the condom d
own and pop open the bottle cap.
Grayson looked at him and smiled softly. “Are you worried?”
He shook his head no, but that wasn’t entirely true. “I’m fine,” he said. “I just hope you know what you’re doing.”
Grayson’s eyebrows rose and it made Elijah laugh, eventually biting his lip.
“Not that I’m questioning your abilities or anything,” Elijah continued, “but…”
“Lay back, Elijah. Relax.”
He licked his lips and nodded, deciding to be completely obedient. Despite his teasing, he trusted Grayson. If there was anyone he was going to let take this step, even if it turned out that he hated being on the bottom, it was going to be Grayson. But Elijah still wanted to make sure that Grayson enjoyed what they were about to do regardless. Once his head was resting comfortably on the pillow, he bent his legs at the knee and folded each hand beneath his head.
“I have a feeling that you know how to follow rules,” Grayson began. “Despite the fact that you’re not so good at them when it comes to me. But, I’m going to give you some.”
Elijah smirked. He watched Grayson empty a bit of the gel into his palm and nodded.
“First up: if you want me to stop, you tell me so that I can.”
He nodded some more. “You got it.” He’d probably end up telling him to stop. Looking at the size of Grayson’s erection right now, Elijah couldn’t help but gulp. It had to be 7 inches – long and thin, and Elijah had a feeling he’d feel him the next day.
Grayson slicked his fingers and looked down at the puckered hole awaiting him. He couldn’t help wetting his lips. Shit. “The next rule is patience. Trust that I am capable and I know what I’m doing.”
Elijah smirked at him. “What do you mean by that?”
Grayson smiled, slowly moving his finger to Elijah’s ass after warming the lube on it. He pressed it against the hole and circled gingerly around his entrance.
The smirk on Elijah’s face fell at once. Instead, he spread his legs a little wider and looked down at what Grayson was doing.
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