by JC Holly
Tom hung his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think what effect it would have on you.” He sighed. “Talk about getting off to a bad start.”
“Actually, we started in the cabin.” Grant leaned in and lowered his voice. “And I’d say that was a damn good start.”
Tom’s eyes widened, and he almost started to look once more, then caught himself and blew out a long breath. “Actually, yes. It was.”
Grant chuckled, glad the man seemed to be relaxing once more, if slowly. “So, what do you do for a living? I don’t think we covered that topic last week.”
“Nothing interesting, I’m afraid. I’m a systems analyst for a firm in the center of the city. Basically, when things break I fix them.”
“Sounds interesting to me. Computers aren’t something I know much about, unless you include video games.”
Tom smiled. “Nothing wrong with those.”
A waiter came over a short time later, and they ordered their meals. Grant didn’t know much about Chinese food, so he ordered the same as Tom. It turned out to be a good choice, according to the waiter, and they filled the wait for food with small talk about their lives.
Tom hadn’t lived as exciting a life as Grant, but he’d still had his moments. He loved to travel, it seemed, and he had more than a few tales of his times in Africa, Thailand, and several other exotic climes. Grant replied with a few stories of his own, though he was careful to edit out any mention of the year, lest he accidentally let slip that he was older than he appeared.
They’d have to have the shifter talk eventually—assuming the relationship got past a few dates—but it could wait.
The food appeared a little while later, and they ate in companionable silence, sharing the odd smile and compliment on their meals. Chinese wasn’t Grant’s favorite, but the company more than made up for it.
As the evening wore on, Tom relaxed more and more, and by the time the check came Grant was surprised to find the man was actually hinting that they head back to Tom’s place for a nightcap. As much as Grant had hoped such a suggestion would come, he hadn’t actually expected Tom to get past his nerves and ask.
“I think that sounds like fun,” Grant said, as he leaned closer. “But it’ll cost you one very public kiss.”
He thought he’d pushed things too far at first, as Tom seemed to fight with himself internally for a moment. After a few seconds though he leaned forward and met Grant’s lip. Grant kissed him softly, then grinned and stood.
“Let’s get you home.”
* * * *
They drove home in silence, which didn’t help Tom’s hammering heart. The lack of noise seemed almost ominous, every moment seeking to reinstate Tom’s nerves.
He fought against it, though. He couldn’t spend every minute with Grant as a nervous wreck, just because things were different than what he was used to. No, that would probably drive the guy away, and the more time they spent together, the more that seemed like the worst thing in the world.
As they approached the house, though, another of his stresses reared its ugly head. Standing leaned against his door was Sarah’s new boyfriend. And he looked pissed.
Chapter Seven
“Who’s this, then?” the man stood in front of Tom’s door asked, his gaze on Grant. “Boyfriend?”
Grant sensed a hint of fear from Tom, and stepped out of the car, moving around to stand next to Tom in case he needed to defend him.
“I’m a friend of Tom’s,” he said. “And you are?”
“None of your fucking business who I am.” The man rubbed at his short black hair, then snapped his attention to Tom. “Sarah wants to know why you haven’t sold the house yet.”
“I–I’m…” Tom took a breath. “I’m not selling. I told you that.”
“Yeah?” The man moved forward a step, his boots loud on the silent street. “I’m thinking you’re gonna change your mind.”
Grant fought the urge to push the man through a wall, and instead only watched. He didn’t want to embarrass Tom unless he had no other choice.
The man moved another step closer to Tom, but Tom held his ground, even if his eyes were looking for a way out.
“Go away, Chris.”
Chris snorted. “Why would I do that?” He smirked. “You gonna make me?”
A flash of anger in Tom’s expression caught Grant by surprise. It appeared that beneath his exterior there was a flicker of something interesting. Chris caught it too, it appeared, and he laughed loud.
“You think you can take me, Tommy?” He moved closer still, close enough to make Grant’s hackles rise. “Go on, then. Hit me.”
Before Tom could react, Chris lunged forward, aiming to lay Tom low. He never got close.
As soon as the man had begun to move, so had Grant, and Grant moved a damn sight faster than a human. He intercepted the punch, batting it to the side like it was nothing more menacing than a balloon, then threw a fist of his own. Even though Grant had held back a large portion of his strength, Chris crumbled to the ground and clutched at his stomach, trying to force air into his lungs.
Grant dropped to his haunches next to the man and leaned in close, his hand on Chris’ shoulder. “Now that was just rude. Apologize to Tom.”
“Fuck you,” Chris said, his eyes hard with anger.
“It wasn’t a request,” Grant said.
As he spoke, he squeezed the man’s shoulder, giving him a taste of the amount of pressure Grant could lever when pissed off. Chris’s eyes widened and he stammered an apology to Tom, then scrambled to his feet and took off down the road.
Grant stood and brushed off his pants, then turned to Tom. “Sorry about that. I couldn’t just let him hit you.”
Tom looked shell-shocked, and it took him a moment to speak. “That…that was impressive. I’ve never seen someone move so fast.”
Grant shrugged it off. “Fifteen years of martial arts training.”
Tom nodded, then smiled. “I bet Chris didn’t see that coming.”
“So you’re not pissed that I stepped in?”
“If he’d just been shouting like he usually does, I might have been. But I’m not a fighter, so if you hadn’t, he’d have floored me.” He smiled, nervously. “Honestly I found it a little exciting.”
“Really?” Grant moved a little closer, and caught a hint of lust on Tom’s scent. He nodded to the front door. “Let’s get you inside.”
* * * *
As soon as they were through the door, Tom kissed Grant hard. The man was clearly surprised, but returned the kiss with just as much force.
Rather than upset him, the incident on the street had only served to inflame Tom’s passions. He’d never thought himself to be the sort of person to be turned on by violence, but here he was, kissing his protector with a giant hard-on in his pants.
No, it wasn’t the violence, he decided, as he let Grant’s tongue slip into his mouth. It was the fact that Grant had cared enough to risk his own health to stop Chris. They’d only been officially dating for a few hours, and already Grant cared more about him than Sarah ever did.
Tom tore himself away from depressing thoughts and focused on the moment. Holding the kiss, he pulled off his jacket and helped Grant do the same, then let the man steer him backward into the lounge until his ass met the back of the sofa.
They broke the kiss momentarily so they could sit, then resumed immediately after. Grant’s hand caressed Tom’s body, from his hair to his shoulders, and down his back to grab at his ass. The movement made Tom freeze for only a moment, but it was enough for Grant to notice and break the kiss.
“Still a little unsure, huh?” he asked.
Tom nodded. “I mean, I’ve, uh, experimented, but never…” He chewed his lip. “You know.”
“Never with a large, fully erect cock.”
Tom felt himself color, and Grant grinned.
“Sorry,” Grant said. “Couldn’t help it.”
“It’s fine.” Tom took a steadying breath. “I mean
, I sucked one, so I should be able to hear the word without blushing.”
Grant leaned in and kissed both of Tom’s cheeks, then pulled back and began to unbutton his shirt.
“We’ll go slow,” he said. “When you want to stop, we’ll stop. Just like last time.”
Flashes of their time in the cabin sped across Tom’s mind. That had certainly gone well, he reminded himself. Very well indeed, in fact.
“Okay,” Tom said.
Grant pulled his shirt off and dropped it onto the table, then began to unfasten the buttons on Tom’s, moving with care. In Tom’s daydreams, Grant had moved a lot faster, with a lot more power, but if he’d done that then Tom wouldn’t have been able to handle it, he was certain.
His shirt came away and Grant moved closer. With feathery touches, he kissed the skin over Tom’s collarbone, then moved down slowly, his lips hot. As he reached one of Tom’s nipples he flicked his tongue over the sensitive flesh, and Tom couldn’t help but shudder.
Fighting himself until he gained enough confidence, Tom reached out with a hand and began to stroke the curve of Grant’s muscled pectoral. His fingers trembled at first, but he soon began to calm, focused more on the moment than on thinking about what he was doing.
I’m just fooling around with my date. Like I’ve done a dozen and more times before. He slid his hand lower, moving over taut muscle and skirting around Grant’s navel until his fingers brushed the waistband of Grant’s pants. Of course, none of my previous dates had a cock…
He must have stiffened, as Grant straightened and put a warm hand on top of his.
“It’s okay,” he said, his voice low. “It’s nothing we haven’t done before.”
That was a good point, Tom told himself. The shake in his fingers returned, but he managed to unfasten the button on Grant’s pants anyway, then slide down the zipper. As he did, Grant mirrored his movements, then gripped the waist of Tom’s boxers and pulled them down along with the pants.
“Well now,” Grant said. “Ain’t that a wonderful sight?”
Tom gasped as fingers wrapped around his shaft, and he pulled Grant’s pants low to do the same, revealing a cock that was hot, thick and ready for whatever Tom could give it. He touched the tip and Grant moaned softly. Bolstered, Tom moved his hand lower and took a firm grip.
As one, then began to stroke each other, each sitting up straight so they could see what was happening to themselves while they worked. With all the pent-up frustration Tom had, he made sure to keep his hand slow and steady, in the hope Grant would copy. Thankfully he did, and Tom let out a breath of contentment.
“Feels good?” Grant asked.
Tom nodded, but apparently that wasn’t good enough.
“Talk to me,” Grant said. “What do you like?”
“What you’re doing right now,” Tom managed to murmur through dry lips.
Grant chuckled. “Which is…?”
Tom swallowed. “S–stroking my cock.”
“Good. Tell me what to do with it.”
Oh, god. He knew what Grant was trying to do. By talking it out, and putting him in control, he was hoping it would help with Tom’s confidence. The problem was that Tom wasn’t entirely sure he could say anything without blushing like an idiot.
You’ve come this far…He swallowed again, harder, then made eye contact.
“Squeeze it a little harder,” he said. “And rub your thumb on the head.”
Grant nodded and did exactly as he was told, keeping the pace the same. Tom bit his lip as Grant played with his cockhead, rubbing the small amount of pre-cum over the taut dome. He tried to stifle a moan, but couldn’t, and Grant smiled all the more wider.
Grant began to build the speed a little, and Tom closed his eyes as the man worked, trying to fight the urge to come. Grant slowed a little, no doubt guessing what was happening, but still kept a tight grip of Tom’s cock.
Even so, within a minute Tom felt the moment of orgasm approach, and tensed his muscles to hold back just a little longer.
“Don’t hold back,” Grant said. “I want to see you come.”
Tom nodded and relaxed, and Grant went to work, speeding further until Tom could hold back no longer and came so hard he cried out in surprise. An arc of cum shot from the tip of his cock and splattered across Grant’s bare chest. Several more ropes of white, hot cum followed, and Grant grinned as they hit him.
“Wow, you must have been really pent up,” Grant said, as he worked the last few strokes on Tom’s cock. “That was quite the load.”
Tom could only pant and nod. He’d never come like that with Sarah, or with any other girlfriend, for that matter. He closed his eyes and took in a few more breaths, then felt Grant move on the sofa, then stand up. Tom looked up to find the man standing before him, his cock still hard, with drops of Tom’s own cum on the shaft.
“My turn,” Grant said.
Without further words, he gripped his cock and began to stroke himself hard and fast. His gaze was fixed on Tom’s, but Tom couldn’t look away from what was happening. As Grant’s moment neared, he leaned over the couch, so that one hand rested on the back and his cock was only inches from Tom’s face.
Grant gasped as Tom moved forward and took the thick cock into his mouth, then took hold of the shaft and jerked fast. Moments later cum spurted over his tongue and hit the back of his throat so hard he almost gagged. He fought against the instinct, though, and licked and sucked as Grant moaned in pleasure. Once he’d cleaned the cock entirely of cum he pulled away again, then swallowed the warm, salty load.
Grant was certainly impressed, it seemed, and he dipped down to kiss Tom on the forehead before sitting beside him once more. As he did, he removed his pants entirely and tossed them onto the table, along with his shoes and socks. After a moment’s contemplation, Tom did the same.
For some reason the act left him feeling more vulnerable than when his cock was in Grant’s hand. He mentally slapped himself for being so hung up, and turned to Grant.
“So, now what?”
Grant smiled and shrugged. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I could use a shower.”
Tom’s gaze flitted to the cum—his cum—on the man’s chest. “Yeah, I guess I could go for one, too.”
Grant grinned. “Is it big enough for both of us?”
Tom nodded and stood, then led the way.
Chapter Eight
Tom turned the water to hot, then turned and waited for Grant to appear. He’d headed downstairs to grab something from his jacket. Tom could guess what it might be, and the thought turned his legs to jelly.
Grant appeared in the doorway to the bathroom. He held a small plastic bottle in his hand, along with a foil wrapper. Tom’s guess had been right, and suddenly he felt as nervous as he had on that first night in the cabin. Only this time he couldn’t lock himself in anywhere.
“Like I said before,” Grant said, “we’re going at your pace. I can just as easily toss these aside and we can just fool around some more.”
“No.” Tom was more surprised to hear it than Grant. “No, I want to try this.”
In truth, he’d wanted to try it for as long as he could remember. It filled him with equal parts fear and unease, but the only way past that was to push through. With another steadying breath, he stepped into the shower, his head under the warm spray.
Grant joined him a moment later, and placed the two small items on the soap tray, then put his hands on Tom’s hips. Tom jumped, but didn’t shy away.
“You’ve done this before, right?” Tom asked. “I mean, more than a few times.”
“Enough to know what I’m doing.” He moved closer, until his hardening cock nuzzled against Tom’s ass cheeks. “I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you, when you answered the door in the cabin that night.”
Tom frowned. “Really?”
“Uh huh.”
Grant’s cock was hard now, and he used one hand to hold it as he rubbed his cockhead along the cleft of Tom’s but
tocks. The feeling was alien, but was definitely working for him, as the tightness in his own cock proved.
“Knowing you were sleeping a few feet from me,” Grant said, as he moved back slightly. “It was torture.”
The cap flipped open on the bottle, and Tom bit his lip hard as a slick finger found his asshole, sliding around it, massaging the tight ring of muscle.
“And then you saw me, looking out of the window,” Grant said, as he circled. “I knew then that you felt the same, even if you had a harder time showing it.”
He pushed the tip of his finger against Tom’s asshole, and Tom gasped in surprise.
“Just relax,” Grant said, his voice low and soft. “Get used to the feeling first. There’s no rush. We can move to the bed if you think it would help.”
Tom shook his head under the spray, and tried to calm. As he did, his muscles began to relax and Grant’s finger began to slip inside him.
“That’s it,” Grant cooed. “Nice and easy.”
The sensation was one Tom had had before when experimenting by himself, but it still felt pretty alien, compared to what he was used to. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, and Grant’s finger moved further inside, before slipping back a little way, then pushing in again.
If this was what anal sex felt like, only with a larger “implement”, Tom decided he could handle it.
That resolve was tested when the one finger changed to two, and he had to force himself to relax once more to accommodate the increase in width. It was easier than the first time, though, and more than worth it when Grant’s probing fingers found his prostate.
“Fuck!” Tom blurted, not expecting the sudden rush of sensations.
Grant laughed and kissed Tom on the back of the neck. “Found it, then.”
“I’ll say,” Tom managed to mutter, before his words were taken from him by Grant’s movements.
“You might find it a little more comfortable like this.”
