Grey's Awakening

by Cameron Dane

  Zipper and fly finally undone, Sirus winced as the snug, wet denim pulled at the hairs on his thighs as it moved down his legs, tormenting his body in yet another way.

  His erection sprung heavy, the cold rain bearing down on them no match for the heat coursing through his body. Sirus would have been happy leaving his jeans around his ankles, but Grey dropped to his knees and took them the rest of the way off, leaving Sirus standing nude, soaked in the torrential rain—and hard as a rock.

  Grey looked up, and Sirus somehow found the man’s eyes through the storm. The men connected visually and began to breathe in tandem, as if they had already become one. Sirus trembled, and it had nothing to do with the cold. Grey’s face was so close to Sirus’s erection that the warmth of every breath he exhaled washed over Sirus’s dick in a wave, sending more shivers through his body. Hunger shone in Grey’s changing hazel eyes, and Sirus had never wanted to be another person’s meal more.

  “Feed me your cock.” Grey put his hands on Sirus’s hips, clutching them, and opened his mouth.

  Holy Mother. Sirus’s legs weakened, and he didn’t know how he kept from coming right on the spot. With hands that shook, he wrapped one around the base of his penis, buried the other in Grey’s wet hair, and guided his dick past Grey’s lips.

  Grey immediately closed around Sirus and sucked on his thick cockhead, teasing the already leaking slit, and sent Sirus up in flames. “Oh, God, yeah.” Sirus pushed more length into Grey’s mouth, and every nerve ending started singing with joy at its temporary home. Wet, suctioning warmth enveloped Sirus’s cock with steadying degrees, and Grey accepted Sirus inch by inch until half his dick took over Grey’s mouth and his tip touched Grey’s throat. “Fuck, man,” Sirus squeezed the base of his cock as he stared down at Grey blowing him, “you’re so good.”

  Grey looked up, mesmerizing Sirus with his intriguing eyes. As much as Sirus wanted to close his own and succumb to pure sensation, he couldn’t look away from the picture Grey made. The man had his lips stretched unbearably wide around Sirus’s thickness, and he sucked Sirus’s penis in a slow, sensual back and forth motion, as if he had all the time in the world. Sirus couldn’t see it, but God, he could he feel the magic of Grey’s tongue against his supersensitized skin. He swirled his tongue around Sirus’s embedded length and did amazing things to every bit of straining flesh he flicked or licked. The damn man was so fucking thorough Sirus couldn’t stay still; he started pumping his hips into Grey’s face, fucking his mouth in shallow, faster strokes, needful of a quicker movement to match the nerve endings popping to crazy life over every inch of his body. Sirus kept his fist locked tight around the root of his cock, bumping his hand into Grey’s mouth with every thrust, always aware not to give too much and make Grey choke. Sirus knew he was big, but he wouldn’t overpower a partner for the world.

  Grey made throaty, murmuring noises of appreciation, and bobbed up and down on Sirus with a twisting motion and a rougher, suctioning pull, making Sirus’s ass throb with just as much excitement as his dick, begging for equal attention. Goddamnit, yeah. Sirus gritted his teeth just thinking about Grey sticking a few fingers in his asshole and fucking him hard.

  Right then, Grey slid his hands around Sirus’s hips and grabbed his ass in a bruising hold, splitting his cheeks wide open. As Grey dragged with insane, suctioning force down the length of Sirus’s dick, he slipped the tip of one finger over Sirus’s exposed hole, sending his bud into a frantic flutter of need. Usually able to withstand a whole hell of a lot more foreplay than this, Sirus dug his fingers into Grey’s scalp and pulled away in the nick of time, roaring above the thunder of the storm as orgasm hit him full force. “Ohhh, oh God…” He jerked his cock with one painful pump from his fist and unloaded his seed, shooting on Grey’s neck, shoulders and chest.

  Almost manic, in a way he had never experienced before, Sirus shoved Grey onto his back and fell to his knees, straddling the man’s stomach. Lines of pleasure still shot through Sirus’s body, and his cock remained more than half-hard. “Oh, fuck. I’m still there and can come again. Gimme, gimme.” Sirus grabbed Grey’s hand and shoved two fingers into his mouth, not waiting for Grey to agree. Sirus laved them up good with saliva, his cock already getting stiffer again with just that small move. His rectum squeezed, knowing what would come next. Giving one more good lick all around the webbing of Grey’s surprisingly rough fingers, Sirus rose up on his knees and shoved Grey’s hand in between his legs, aiming right for his pucker. “Help me…” He wiggled his ass down, grunting at the wonderful pressure pushing against his snapped-shut hole.

  “Fuck, I want you inside me.”

  Fingers suddenly grasped Sirus’s chin, and Sirus dropped his focus to the man beneath him. Their stares locked on each other, Grey said, “Breathe for me,” and took over probing at Sirus’s entrance. He pushed up, Sirus bore down, and, with one flash of pain, Sirus’s hole gave up the fight and let Grey’s fingers inside.

  Sirus’s ass burned with the invasion, but it immediately clamped down on Grey’s fingers and dragged them deeper into his channel. “Mmm, yeah.” He braced his hands on Grey’s chest and pushed down, forcing more of the other man’s long fingers inside his body. “Fuck me, fuck me.” Clenching his teeth against the pure, unadulterated delight his rectum and Grey’s embedded fingers created together, Sirus rolled his hips into each spearing his passage took and reached for more. His prick grew to full arousal once again and his balls tingled and drew tight against his body, already to the breaking point again.

  “Take it, Wilder, take it.” Grey’s voice was harsh and forceful as he plunged and scissored his fingers with great enthusiasm in Sirus’s quivering channel, stretching him with almost savage aggression. “Feel every goddamn inch of me playing in your ass.”

  “Uh-huh … fuck.” Sirus pulled his lower lip between this teeth and bit, drawing blood as he tried to stave off release. He couldn’t control the panting and writhing, though, and his knees slipped wider apart in the mud, pushing his ass down even harder and trapping Grey’s hand against his stomach. Sirus didn’t care and couldn’t stop gyrating his ass into Grey’s fingers. His thighs shook and his arms felt weaker than a kitten, and just when Sirus didn’t think he could take even one more sensation, Grey crooked his buried fingers and stroked right on Sirus’s sweet spot, tipping him right over the edge.

  Crying out as the second release hit him, stronger and sharper than the first, Sirus sank his fingers at least half an inch into Grey’s chest muscles, searching for a toehold with which to cling. His entire body convulsed, his ass closed in a vise on Grey’s fingers, and he swore he felt cum race through his bowel and belly before finally letting it go and shooting a stream of hot semen on Grey’s forearm and chest.

  Grey locked his gaze on Sirus’s, and it was frightening in its depth. The man looked pained, and Sirus scrambled backward, letting Grey’s fingers slip free of his anus as he positioned his ass over the other man’s crotch. Grey’s jeans acted as little to no barrier, and Sirus ground his buttocks into the bulge, his crease splitting and his asshole finding the ridge and rocking in a frenzy over Grey’s cock. “I’m still open … ah, yeah…” Sirus groaned and bucked as Grey knifed up into his loosened hole. “Fuck me and let me feel you come.”

  Grey growled and latched onto Sirus’s waist, holding him down as he thrust up repeatedly, taking with aggression, as if there were no clothing between them at all. Sirus rode the shape of Grey’s cock with piston-fast sweeps along his crack, knowing he had never done anything like this in his life. He felt like a teenager in the backseat of a car doing something fast and without finesse because it was forbidden and he didn’t want to get caught.

  “Ohh … ohh…” Grey strained under Sirus and then quickly stiffened, his body arching in a bow. “Coming…” His mouth fell open, his eyes squeezed shut, and his fingers bruised a punishing hold on Sirus’s waist. “Damn it, damn it…” Grey’s entire body shuddered, and the heat of ejaculate warmed Sirus’s ass
through underwear and jeans as Grey succumbed to release.

  Eventually, the tension eased from Grey’s body and he lowered back to the ground.

  He opened his eyes, and the rain broke right then, turning from a downpour to a light mist, as if Mother Nature took its cue from the severity of Sirus and Grey’s coupling.

  Sirus couldn’t move as he absorbed what had happened, the heat of the moment so intense he couldn’t walk away, even as he accepted he’d just done something incredibly intimate with a man he didn’t know very well at all.

  With someone whom less than twenty-four hours ago he wasn’t even sure he liked.

  Damn it. Scrubbing his face, Sirus exhaled slowly and tried to figure out what the hell to do next.

  *

  Fucking A. Grey had a naked man sitting on him, he’d just come in his jeans like a preteen discovering his cock, and, for the first time in his adult life, he didn’t have any clue what to say, how to behave, or have a plan of attack in place.

  It’s not a big deal, Greyson, people have little moments like this all the time. Pull your shit together and act like an adult.

  Grey cleared his throat, and Sirus jolted on top of him, giving Grey his full attention.

  Slate eyes pierced right through him, and once again made Grey’s breath catch. Stole the coherency of his thoughts too.

  “Ah, if you could,” Grey’s focus dropped to his stomach and landed right on Sirus’s cock, “you know…” Fuck, his ass throbbed as he stared at Sirus’s prick, and Grey imagined Sirus rolling him over and filling his hole. No, you don’t open yourself up for anybody. Grey tore his gaze off Sirus’s dick and took a deep breath, gathering himself again. When he felt back in control, he looked at Sirus and spoke in an even, cool tone.

  “If you wouldn’t mind getting up, we could go back inside where it’s dry and warm.”

  “Oh!” Sirus shot off Grey’s lap, and Grey tried not to notice the immediate sense of loss. Snatching his muddy clothes off the ground, Sirus looked at them, shook his head, and went ahead and left them hanging at his side. “Sorry.”

  “Not a problem.” With Sirus’s weight gone, the clammy chill of the mud beneath Grey’s back sank in with penetrating cold. He got to his feet, shaking off the rain and muddy earth clinging to his back as best he could. “It’s late. Let’s just go inside.” He took a stiff step toward the porch.

  “Wait!” Sirus snatched Grey’s wrist in a manacle hold, and Grey’s eyes fell closed, his heart plummeting to his stomach.

  “Yes?” Grey spoke the word with command, but in his head, it was little more than a weak whisper. He didn’t feel any stability under his feet, and the sense of uncertainty took him back to his childhood, where he so did not need to be right now. Ever, really.

  Please, I can’t deal with drama or overwrought emotions right now. He forced himself to turn around and face Sirus with a calmness that belied the racing in his heart. “What is it?”

  Sirus shifted his weight, and twisted his soaking clothes in his big hands. “What we just did,” his attention dropped for a second to the ground where they’d both just lain, “I need you to know I don’t do that kind of thing regularly, or casually.” Sirus took a step forward, his savage face earnest. “Which is not to say I’m declaring love here or anything, but I need you to tell me something you wouldn’t tell someone you weren’t intimate with. Give me something personal so I don’t feel like I just did what I did with an almost stranger.”

  Grey searched Sirus’s face and demeanor, looking for even the slightest sign of deception. He found none. “Just one thing?”

  Nodding, Sirus clutched his clothes to his belly. “Yes.” He didn’t look away, and he didn’t waver.

  “And you’ll give me something in return?” Grey pushed, needing something more.

  Sirus nodded again sharply. “Agreed.”

  Oh, fuck, don’t do it. “I haven’t shared a bed with anyone in three years, and I fucking hate sleeping alone.” Grey rushed through the confession that he could not believe came out of his mouth. “Now you.”

  “It has been two years for me,” Sirus confessed, spilling his words in just as fast a tumble as Grey had done. “And I hate it just as much as you do. I don’t normally do this, and I don’t have any expectations,” he pulled Grey to him with one gentle tug, “but with what you just said, and what I did, you have to know I don’t want to sleep in that guest room tonight.”

  Sirus’s body heat shimmered off him in tangible waves, making Grey realize how cold he was inside. How cold his bed was too. No expectations. Grey couldn’t stop thinking about that, and he couldn’t take his eyes off the stunning piece of man standing before him, someone his sister knew, and more importantly, trusted.

  Against every rule he had ever set for himself, and every promise he made to himself three years ago, Grey said, “So don’t.” His blood rushed so fast he felt a little dizzy. He said the rest anyway. “Share the master bedroom with me.”

  Chapter Six

  Grey’s request hung heavy in the air, standing between him and the man before him like a ghost in the dark night. Stunned disbelief didn’t even begin to describe the expression on Sirus’s face, and frissons of extreme discomfort crawled right under Grey’s skin, attaching doubt to his one act of selfish need.

  Suddenly amazingly uncomfortable, Grey shrugged with indifference. “It was just a suggestion. Suit yourself.” He hardened the hint of vulnerability that had leaked out of him and schooled himself not to show he cared. “I’m going inside.”

  “Were you serious?” The quiet of Sirus’s voice cut across the small amount of space between them, stroking the sliver of needy weakness before Grey could completely cauterize it. Sirus looked at Grey with that stormy gaze of his and tugged right at Grey’s long-buried need to be something more than a solo act. “Do you really want me to share your bed?” he added.

  Grey opened his mouth and, “I can’t remember when I’ve ever wanted anything more,” almost came out. Panic swirled in his chest, suffocating him, and instead he coolly delivered, “Look, it’s late, and we’re both exhausted. I don’t know about you, but I’m about thirty seconds away from freezing my balls off. I plan to go inside, have a hot shower, and go to bed. We can double up, or we can go it alone. It’s up to you.” Grey looked right at Sirus and did not show so much as a shiver. “Either way, I’m not standing here and discussing it any further.”

  Sirus penetrated Grey with a brief, intense stare that left Grey feeling touched from top to bottom. Then he leaned down, scooped up Grey’s shirt, and thrust it against Grey’s chest. Grey grabbed it before it could fall, and when he did, Sirus slid his hand down Grey’s stomach, past his cock, and cupped his balls through his jeans. Sirus’s face was only inches from Grey’s, and Grey was caught, trapped, and unable to breathe. “Can’t have these falling off,” Sirus answered, and flashed a fast, wicked smile. He squeezed Grey’s nuts and gave them a placating pat. Then, holy shit, he winked. “Let’s get you into a hot bath.” Sirus’s hand trailed over Grey’s thigh and around his hip as he moved up the steps, setting Grey’s body to roaring with renewed life. “Coming?” he called out, and kept right on going, the view of his tight, oh-so-enticing bare ass luring Grey with every step he took.

  Lord knew, Grey acknowledged, that he should walk right to his car and drive straight down the mountain. His legs wouldn’t obey. Against his better judgment, he followed.

  “Oh, fuck, this was a good idea.” Grey moaned, his body spiking with pinpricks as his chilled skin came into contact with steaming hot water. He sank all the way into the bath and leaned back against Sirus’s chest. The man’s long, lightly haired legs encased Grey on both sides, and his cock hit right at the cleft of Grey’s ass. The hot water felt so damn good, though, Grey didn’t sexually respond.

  Aside from wanting to get warm, Grey had spent the walk from outside to the bathroom reminding himself that in his business life he dealt with billionaires on a regular basis—and did i
t without ever breaking a sweat. He reasoned if he could do that, then he could certainly deal with a simple sexual attraction to one good-looking man. He knew the pitfalls to avoid, he knew how much to share, and most importantly, he knew in two weeks time he would walk away refreshed, reenergized, and ready to get back to work. Of course, success depended on Grey being completely open about his position and feelings, and Sirus agreeing to a brief affair.

  With that realization, Grey belatedly figured he probably should have planned something more neutral to that kind of discussion than a damned romantic lantern and candlelit bath.

  Fuck.

  Just then, Sirus ran his hands up Grey’s arms and curled them around his shoulders.

  His head dipped down and he spoke right at Grey’s ear. “Your body just went from comfortable and relaxed to tighter than the strings on a guitar in less than five seconds.”

  Sirus kneaded his fingers into Grey’s muscles and began to give him a massage. “I’m not looking for a marriage proposal just because I don’t normally accept blowjobs and invitations to share a bath and bed from men I hardly know. It is unusual for me, but you don’t have to worry that I’m going to think we’re a couple or anything.”

  “It wasn’t that.” Grey scrambled, his mind racing for cover. He hated that Sirus picked up on the tension in his body, and worse, that he’d so easily pinpointed why it had happened. People did not read Greyson Cole. Business associates and ex-boyfriends alike told him his poker face had no match. “I was thinking about outside.” Jesus, Grey could still feel the thickness and heat of Sirus’s cock taking over his mouth. His dick twitched a little bit as he recalled the man’s tight, scorching ass clenching around his buried fingers too. “You pulled away before you came. Is there something I need to know about you?”