by Cameron Dane
“Damn it, beautiful.” Gradyn wiped his mouth, and found his hand unsteady. He struggled to breathe through the haze of desire and the acute discomfort pushing against his jeans.
Without looking away, he dug into a bag on the table and unearthed one of the few remaining convenience packets of lubricant he’d purchased yesterday. “Turn around.” He handed the lube to Devlin and started fishing for a condom. “Get yourself ready to sit on me before I lose my shit and this never happens.”
Devlin shifted and presented Gradyn with a straight-on view of his ass. The hills of his buttocks sat high, firm, and so smooth Gradyn just barely resisted the urge to lean forward and rub his face all over them. Devlin tore open the lube just as Gradyn’s fingers brushed across a condom.
After slicking up a couple of fingers, Devlin reached back, pulled a cheek aside, and rubbed his hole with the tips of two shiny digits. Gradyn heard Devlin suck in an almost inaudible gasp at first touch, and Gradyn swallowed hard on the enticing visual. Unable to look away, Gradyn got his belt and jeans open blindly, his fingers fumbling as if frozen, and got the fabric down to his hips. He tore the condom package open as he watched Devlin learn to get comfortable with his pucker, and Gradyn grew somehow harder as Devlin finally broke through and forced a finger up his ass.
Jesus Christ.
Devlin moaned and pushed his hind end into his own taking. It took him a minute, but he pushed a second finger in, clearly stretching himself. Gradyn bit the inside of his cheek with a groan of his own, practically able to feel that snug channel clutching the penetration.
“Oh God.” With his voice sounding strained, Devlin thrust his ass out and worked his fingers in and out of his hole. “I’m getting hard again already.”
Gradyn’s dick reared upward and dropped a line of pre-cum onto his belly. “It’s fucking pushing me to the breaking point just sitting here watching.” He rolled the condom down his cock on instinct, tucked the end to the base, and pinched the tip. “Give me some of that lube,” he ordered, stretching out his hand. “I don’t want this hurting you one bit.”
Devlin reached back with his free hand and squeezed the rest of the clear stuff into Gradyn’s hand. Gradyn quickly transferred it to his sheathed prick and stroked his length a couple of times, moaning as he watched Devlin withdraw his fingers from his hole and leave that opening pulsing for something to fill it.
Holy fuck. He’s beautiful all over.
Gradyn took hold of Devlin’s waist and pulled him closer. As he did, perspiration beaded on his flesh, making his chest slick and shiny. With Devlin facing away from him, Gradyn guided Devlin between his spread legs and curled the man’s hands around the arms of the chair for him. “Now ease down onto me.” Gradyn let go of Devlin and took hold of his own erection, pointing it straight north. “Take however much you want, however fast or slow you want it.”
His hands braced on the chair, Devlin slowly lowered himself; his biceps bunched and veins popped on his forearms as he inched closer, and he stopped when the head of Gradyn’s cock just kissed his entrance. He rocked back and forth, moving barely enough to graze Gradyn’s tip up and down the line of his crack. Gradyn gritted his teeth with every slight touch that didn’t give him what he wanted. Gradyn’s prick screamed for full penetration, for a smothering of every nerve ending up and down his length, but he held still and let Devlin feel him out, one brush of skin against skin at a time, and find his own way.
Then--oh fuck--just when Gradyn thought his head would blow clean off from unadulterated, denied need, Devlin lined himself up with Gradyn’s cock and sank down. He slowly took one inch at a time with his fucking beautiful ass and encased Gradyn’s prick in an amazing, suffocating fire. Both men moaned through the joining. Gradyn rubbed his hands up and down Devlin’s glistening back, needing to touch, and Devlin crushed the arms of the chair under his fingers as he pushed down, his upper body angled slightly forward as he forced his rectum to fully accept the mating.
Burning, tight-as-hell heat enveloped every bit of Gradyn’s prick. “Oh yeah, that’s so fucking good,” Gradyn murmured. He hissed as Devlin wiggled on his lap, the move stretching and opening his passage for more of Gradyn’s length.
“That’s it,” Gradyn said. “Get it all in.” He slid his hands down to Devlin’s hips and held on. “Relax that ass and sit all the way down on my cock.”
A thick chuckle escaped Devlin. He pressed his back into Gradyn’s chest and laid his head to rest on Gradyn’s shoulder. “Thought you said this was at my pace.” He turned his head to face Gradyn, and the color of his eyes deepened to slate. All of Devlin’s muscles tensed at once, including those surrounding Gradyn’s buried cock.
Out of his control, Gradyn’s prick swelled inside Devlin’s chute, pushing at the hold. He sucked in a gulp of much-needed air, breathed through the fierce concentration of pleasure, and spoke through clenched teeth. “I’m sorry.”
Devlin smiled against Gradyn’s neck; Gradyn could feel the imprint. “I was just teasing.” He stuck his tongue into Gradyn’s ear and drew out a tremble. “I like that you can’t help talking dirty when you fuck me.”
Gradyn pulled Devlin’s face out of his nape and fused their foreheads together. “Listen to me.” He sounded winded, and knew it was because his throat was so tight with unchecked emotion. “It’s my dick in your ass, but you’re the one in total control.” He looked into the blur of Devlin’s eyes, losing himself in a way that should not be possible. “Fuck my cock, beautiful.” His chest felt crushed, panicking him, and he closed the distance between their lips. “Make it good enough to last.” He seared his mouth to Devlin’s, desperate for every bit of connection he could achieve, and kissed Devlin with all the foolish things he could not afford to feel but already did.
“Yes...” Devlin latched onto Gradyn’s kiss and gave one back that held equal hunger. Every deep or soft lick Devlin pushed into Gradyn’s mouth housed a rough noise that vibrated right through Gradyn and into his core, infecting him even deeper with everything of this man.
Aching all over, Gradyn whimpered under the tension straining his legs in his effort not to move. Devlin caught the message and twined their hands together, palm to palm. He used Gradyn as an anchor for the first roll of his hips that slid him up Gradyn’s cock, almost to the point of separation, and then back down, enveloping Gradyn’s shaft fully again. Gradyn moaned, and Devlin did it again, sighing against Gradyn’s lips as he took Gradyn to the root.
Devlin set up a concentrated pace of rocking all the way up and down Gradyn’s invasion, one that nearly slipped Gradyn out each time, but Devlin always eased back down, smothering Gradyn’s cock in mind-altering throbbing heat just in time, keeping them connected. Gradyn wanted to close his eyes and just feel but he couldn’t break away from the brightness in Devlin’s gaze or the hard lines and angles of his face that telegraphed everything he felt right as it was happening. Gradyn memorized each small gasp Devlin made as he undulated his hips and lifted himself off Gradyn’s prick, and every bite to the edge of his lip as he took Gradyn inside him again. Gradyn filed each shift and movement away for tonight and every other night he wouldn’t have Devlin sleeping beside him in bed.
You’ll never see him again. You can’t.
“No.” The denial slipped out of Gradyn, his voice stripped raw. He surged up under Devlin, driving his cock fast and deep into Devlin’s scorching tight ass.
Devlin cried out at the rougher spearing but shoved back down on it with just as much desperation. “Again,” he said. He let go of Gradyn’s hands, shifted clumsily, and hooked his legs wide over the arms of the chair. The move split him open; he grabbed the chair and braced his back against Gradyn’s chest, grappling for a new hold. “Take more...” Devlin struggled to glide up and down Gradyn’s cock in his new position. “Do it hard.” Gradyn knifed up and took Devlin’s steaming passage again, and Devlin jerked and moaned, “Oh yeah.” His chute clamped down, grabbing onto Gradyn’s dick as Devlin pounded his ass
down into the mating. “Fuck me.”
Gradyn curled his hands around the underside of Devlin’s thighs and held tight, stabilizing him for repeated, snapping-fast pumps from his hips that sawed his length into Devlin, not stopping each time until he ground the base of his cock into Devlin’s stretched hole. Devlin dropped his head to Gradyn’s shoulder and writhed his seat into Gradyn’s lap; the man keened for more and squeezed his ass around Gradyn’s taking with each thrust, and every little and big response from Devlin stripped away a bit more of Gradyn’s control.
Sweat poured off Devlin and onto Gradyn, drenching him. The smell of sex and perspiration thickened the air and sank both men into a world where just the two of them mating in a furious rhythm existed.
Devlin twitched like an open-ended live wire on top of Gradyn in a way that Gradyn could barely contain. The man buried his face in Gradyn’s neck and bit down, stinging the hell out of Gradyn and surely breaking skin, then reached down and wrapped both hands around his cock. “Shit, Denny, shit.” Devlin pulled hard on his rigid length, wincing, and shoved his ass down against Gradyn’s root with every up-stroke. “Don’t stop. Oh, God.” His breathing grew more and more erratic with the pounding Gradyn gave his ass. “I’m gonna come.”
Gradyn moved with lightning speed; he wrapped his arms around Devlin’s waist and chest and pulled him in tightly to his body. “Do it.” He held Devlin locked to him so close it felt as if their skin fused together. No longer moving, Gradyn kept his dick tucked all the way up in Devlin’s throbbing ass, and said at his ear, “Now.”
On command, Devlin’s entire body shook in racking waves. He whipped his hand up and down his erection like a man possessed, and then he suddenly jerked and shouted, his voice hoarse as orgasm overtook him. He spewed all over his stomach, spraying lines of milky-white cum. His chute squeezed and squeezed, putting a chokehold on Gradyn’s cock. Gradyn clamped his teeth, fighting coming with every ounce of willpower he possessed, and rode the blinding pleasure of Devlin’s release.
The second the final ebb of Devlin’s orgasm waned, Gradyn bent him over double at the waist. He pulled out, tore the condom off, and put his dick on the small of Devlin’s back. Gradyn trembled, and he didn’t dare touch himself. Instead, he leaned over and pressed his mouth against Devlin’s spine. “Say my name.” The request came from such a deep, needful place inside him that Gradyn wasn’t sure he said it loud enough to be heard. “Say it. Please.”
“Gradyn. Denny...” The sound was muffled due to Devlin’s folded position but Gradyn heard it. Devlin rubbed his hands down the lower half of Gradyn’s legs, almost petting him through his jeans, and whispered, “My Denny.”
Without touching himself, without even breathing, Gradyn opened his mouth in a silent cry, and spilled himself on Devlin’s back. He held Devlin around the middle and watched himself mark the man, desperate for an honest connection, a tie to another human being, even if it was just this person saying his real name aloud and momentarily wearing his seed.
They sat still and quiet for long minutes afterward, Gradyn folded over Devlin, holding him, breathing together. Gradyn would have stayed there forever but when he turned his head to press his cheek into the warmth of Devlin’s upper back, he got a glance at the clock on the nightstand out of the corner of his eye.
Almost time for Devlin to go.
His chest ached and his head screamed in protest but Gradyn commanded his body into an upright position and let Devlin out of his scrunched hunch. Instead of getting up, Devlin turned sideways and curled himself against Gradyn, not letting go.
Jesus Christ. Gradyn draped his arms around Devlin and held him close. How is letting go of him harder than walking into a chop shop with a viper pit full of drug dealing, human trafficking, murdering bikers?
Gradyn rested his head against Devlin’s temple and breathed in his scent. “I want to come with you to the airport,” he said, changing his thought of the situation from this morning. “I don’t want to say goodbye in this place and ruin the memories of what we had here for two days.”
“Then come,” Devlin said, his voice soft. He ran the tip of his finger over the swirls of tattoo covering Gradyn’s shoulder, silent for a handful of heartbeats, then somehow snuggled in even tighter against Gradyn. “I’ve never had an airport goodbye.”
The timbre of Gradyn’s voice went well past rough. “Me either.”
“I’ve never said a real goodbye anywhere, except to family,” Devlin added, playing with the pattern on Gradyn’s arm now. He suddenly shot to his feet, furrow lines pulling his brow, and poked Gradyn’s chest. “Don’t make me cry like a pussy in public or I’ll do something to your balls that you won’t like nearly as much as what I’ve done to them in this room.”
“Ooh.” Gradyn wiggled his fingers toward Devlin’s face, while inside breathed easier at the sudden laughter in Devlin’s eyes. “Is that a threat or a promise?” He moved between leering suggestively at Devlin and glancing down at his cock. “Maybe a challenge that it’s up to me to issue?”
Devlin delivered an exaggerated sideways glare. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Connell.” He walked backward in the direction of the bathroom, still pointing. “I might have had a lot of firsts this weekend,” he raised his voice as he disappeared into the other room, “but sucking you off in an airport bathroom isn’t going to be one of them!”
“Damn.” Gradyn laughed to himself. He jumped up and stalked Devlin into the bathroom, finding him at the sink. “How about we double up for one more record-fast shower instead?” He moved in behind Devlin and buried his nose in the man’s nape, growling as he inhaled. “I love that you smell like my cum but the other red-eye flight passengers might not take to it so kindly.”
Devlin found Gradyn in the reflection of the mirror, and his eyes deepened smoky-dark in color as he stared. “How about we wash up instead,” his voice licked across Gradyn’s flesh and made him tremble, “and I leave a little bit to carry home with me?” He smeared his finger through the lines of ejaculate streaking his stomach, turned within the sliver of space Gradyn left between their bodies, and marked a shiny X over Gradyn’s heart. “How about you do the same?”
“Christ, beautiful.” Gradyn’s heart beat a furious rhythm that clogged his throat. “You are something incredible.” He slid his hand down Devlin’s back and rubbed his thumb through the stickiness he’d left behind. After coating his thumb in his seed, he slashed two intersecting lines to Devlin’s chest. “How’s that?”
With a fast spin, Devlin paused and studied himself in the mirror, his eyes clearly focused on the shiny new X adorning his flesh. “Perfect. You know,” he turned back to Gradyn, and a cheeky smile appeared, “I’ve never sealed anything with a kiss before either.”
Gradyn buried his hand in Devlin’s hair, tipped his head back, and brushed his lips across the other man’s, to his sigh and smile. “You have now.”
Gruff didn’t even begin to describe how Gradyn’s voice sounded scratching out those words. Devlin looked so fucking dreamy right in front of him, and so to ensure Gradyn didn’t lose his shit right here in the bathroom, he slanted his lips across Devlin’s again and released every bit of coiling, raw emotion inside him in a breath-stealing kiss...
*
...Garrick came back to reality and found himself leaning against his bathroom sink in the dark, struggling to catch his breath. Remnants of his memory swirled before his eyes, snapshots of their bodies merging on that chair in such a guttural, intimate way, drowning Garrick in the incredible connection he and Devlin had so briefly shared.
A picture of a too-sexy smiling blond from this evening intruded on the mental images. Garrick snarled and bared his teeth at the image, instinctually protecting what was his.
Devlin.
You can’t have him, pretty boy. You can’t give him what I do when we’re together.
Except--Garrick raced out of the bathroom and grabbed up his discarded watch--Devlin might let the blond try. Garric
k certainly hadn’t given Devlin a lot of honesty since showing up in town, or any real reason to think he even wanted Devlin back. Looking at the time, Garrick felt sick to his stomach as he realized Devlin could still be on that date right now, maybe even moving toward a more intimate moment. After all, at the apartment the other day, Maddie had implied this wouldn’t be Devlin’s first date with Darren.
If he isn’t there already, he could be close to crawling into bed with that hot young thing right now.
Garrick’s legs went out on him and he stumbled to his knees. No. Everything inside him twisted and pulled, ripping at him from the inside, and he grabbed for the coffee table. Devlin is mine.
Keys sitting on the coffee table winked with the glint of the moon and pulled Garrick’s attention to the scrap of paper sitting beneath them.
Devlin’s cell phone number.
During dinner at the Fine’s, Garrick had noticed Devlin’s card attached to the refrigerator. He’d repeated the number in his head every time he looked at it. As soon as he got a moment to himself, he tore the corner of a newspaper, jotted it down, and tucked it in his pocket for safekeeping.
The paper called Garrick to it; once seen, he couldn’t pretend it wasn’t there. He reached out, unable to withdraw his hand or stop his fingers from closing around it. His cell sat on the table too. The moment Garrick pulled it to him and punched in the first number, he thought he might throw up.
He hit the second, third and the rest, anyway, clicked Send, and held his breath.
Devlin picked up on the fourth ring. “Hello?”
