Grayson knelt there; his free hand running up and down Elijah’s inner thigh as he teased his entrance. Pre-cum was dripping from his cock, and Elijah’s eyes closed as Grayson pushed the tip of his finger in.
And then he moved it a little deeper.
There was no way for him to describe just how tight Elijah felt around his finger. Grayson couldn’t find the words. He had no doubt that being inside him was going to drive him nuts. After reading Elijah’s face to make sure he was cool with it, Grayson moved his finger all the way in. Elijah’s muscles clenched around his finger and he licked his lips.
“I think I can take another one,” he said.
Grayson smiled. “That’s what I meant when I said be patient.”
Elijah nodded. Patience wasn’t a word that he was fond of, but he played by Grayson’s rules. For now. So far, this felt nice. Different, but nice. Grayson was working that long middle finger of his around in a tight circle, and though he was being careful, Elijah could feel the appeal.
It felt… intimate.
He moved one of the hands from beneath his head and placed it on his stomach, watching it rise and fall with each breath. Grayson looked away from what he was doing and stared into Elijah’s eyes as he slid in the second finger.
This time Elijah felt the pressure. It didn’t hurt, though. He closed his eyes and relaxed.
“I imagined you’d be tight, but I didn’t anticipate this…” Grayson moved his fingers in all the way and stretched them apart, trying to relax the muscles as much as he could. After another couple minutes – a couple minutes which included Elijah politely asking him for more, Grayson curved his fingers upwards and watched Elijah’s hips jerk up off the bed.
“Oh my god.” Elijah’s eyes shot open and threatened to roll back as Grayson continually stroked that spot. “Please, Grayson…”
“Please what?” Grayson moved his free hand along Elijah’s thigh and over to his cock, teasing up and down the vein with his fingertip.
It was starting to be too much for Elijah. As he worked his hips down against Grayson’s fingers, he reached up to pull Grayson down onto him. Grayson was chuckling, but Elijah didn’t care. They kissed and Grayson pulled his fingers out entirely, preparing to add a third.
“Just,” Elijah gasped at the feel of them at his entrance. “Shit. I want you to fuck me now, baby…”
Grayson ignored him, pressing the three fingers in a little deeper. They were probably an inch in when he started to kiss along Elijah’s jaw, playfully nibbling the stubble-covered skin as Elijah started to breathe heavier. He even panted sexily. How?
“Grayson.”
“Elijah,” Grayson said with a smile. “You’re really tight and I’m making sure that you enjoy this, okay? Stop rushing me.”
Elijah wrapped his arms around him, and dragged his hands down Grayson’s back as he kissed his neck. When he felt those three fingers deep inside him, it took a lot for Elijah not to moan out loud. Grayson continued to brush against his prostate every so often, and that, combined with the way he was kissing and biting on his shoulder – it all felt like actual heaven.
So maybe he was enjoying being the bottom so far. It wasn’t bad.
“I’m so hard right now,” Grayson whispered. He pressed into Elijah’s thigh and groaned when Elijah thrust back. “You feel that?”
How could he not? He wanted to feel more, too.
“I gave you that condom for a reason,” Elijah told him. He opened his eyes and found Grayson watching him as his fingers worked slower. “Do me a favor?”
Grayson nodded, slowly pulling them out. “Anything, Elijah.”
Elijah exhaled at the absence and licked his lips. “Can you kiss me when you’re entering me?”
Grayson’s cock twitched at the thought. He nodded his head, wiped his hand on his chest, and nodded an answer. “Of course I can. I planned to.”
Elijah took the condom from his hands and ripped it open with his teeth. He noticed that his hands were shaking a little bit and shook his head at himself. The last time he was nervous during sex was definitely during his first time. That was years ago.
This was a big deal.
Grayson watched as Elijah rolled the condom onto his cock with trembling hands. It was clear to see that he was a little nervous about this, even if he didn’t want to admit. Once the condom was on, Elijah leant back on his elbows and puckered his lips for a kiss. Grayson smiled at him, taking his hands first and kissing each one instead.
“Are you okay?”
Elijah nodded. He smiled when Grayson kissed his fingertips. “Actually I’m perfect.”
Grayson let his hands go, leant down for a kiss, and then began to slick himself up. He put a generous amount of lube on his cock to make this go smoothly for Elijah. Something told him he would want to top again, and he wanted Elijah to enjoy it as much as he knew he would.
Elijah pulled him in again, and they were kissing a lot deeper this time around.
All that Elijah knew as Grayson lined up at his entrance and slowly started to push in was that not even their making out was enough to distract from the feeling. There was a dull pain the farther that Grayson moved in. He moved as slowly as he could manage – stopping to curse and grip the sheets every centimeter or so – but every movement was noticeable. Elijah hadn’t meant to, but his nails were digging into Grayson’s back. He tightened his legs around Grayson’s waist and breathed deeply into the kiss.
When Grayson was halfway in, he stopped completely. Being the gentleman that he was, he continued to ask Elijah if he was okay.
“Does it hurt?” Grayson licked his lips, patiently waiting. “Can I move deeper, Eli?”
Elijah rubbed up and down his back as their eyes met, waiting for himself to adjust and for Grayson to catch his breath before giving him the answer he wanted to hear.
“I’m ready.”
Grayson stared into his eyes for a moment. He was honestly about to lose his mind.
“You’re beautiful.”
He started to map out the freckles on Elijah’s cheeks as he pushed in all the way.
Elijah gasped at first, and they both threw their heads back at the feeling.
God, was this man tight.
Grayson never felt anything like it. His hands were clutching in the sheets as he buried his face in Elijah’s neck. There was moaning, but he wasn’t sure who it was coming from. Then, Elijah started to scratch down his back, breathing heavily the entire time. He kissed his neck and slid out slowly before thrusting back in.
“Fuck,” they said in unison. Elijah’s groan was a bit louder. He dug his nails in and turned his head, biting down of Grayson’s earlobe before whispering.
“Again…”
There was no way that Grayson could deny him of anything right now. Anything that Elijah wanted, he’d make it happen. He was in way too deep to tell him no. He slid out and snapped his hips forward, rolling them slowly until he was balls deep. Elijah moaned louder; his nails sinking a little bit deeper.
“Oh my god, Grayson…”
Grayson looked at him as he thrust in again, this time a little slower.
Elijah’s eyes closed for a moment, but he opened them when Grayson stopped moving. “Babe…” he was cut off with a soft kiss, and as their tongues touched, Grayson began to work his hips faster.
Elijah felt it all the way in his fingertips when Grayson hit that spot. The bed was hitting against the wall – the headboard making this annoying scratching sound, and Elijah found himself panting and moaning into the kiss as he wrapped his legs tighter around Grayson’s thighs.
He was being fucked into the mattress by Grayson Paul and there was no place on earth Elijah Dawson would have rather been.
“Don’t stop,” he said; his hand sliding down Grayson’s back and over his ass.
Grayson had no plans on stopping. He bit his lip as he clutched at the end of the mattress, forcing himself in deeper. Every time he hit Elijah’s spot, Elijah’s entire body would shak
e, and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever experienced. They caught eyes and Grayson smiled as he slowed down, focusing on the dark irises across from. “You feel like paradise. I swear to god.”
Elijah initiated another kiss and held it for a moment as the sound of Grayson pounding into him echoed throughout the room.
Yeah. He was a switch.
“Fuck me,” he moaned, both hands squeezing Grayson’s ass as he moved in deep. “Just like that.”
Grayson smirked. For someone that wasn’t eager to bottom twenty minutes ago, he sure was being demanding.
“Like this?” Grayson asked.
He slowed down and altered his strokes, missing where Elijah wanted him completely.
Elijah shook his head no and bit his lip. “Baby, please.”
Grayson kissed him and went back to fucking him long and deep. “Please what?”
He didn’t get an answer for a while. Elijah’s eyes were rolling back and he was practically shouting Grayson’s name with every thrust. When Grayson sped up and hit that spot again, he started to smile.
“Don’t stop! Shit, Grayson. Make me feel this tomorrow. Make me dream about y-you fucking me.”
Grayson could feel the sweat on his forehead as he pushed Elijah’s legs apart by the knees and started to fuck him hard and fast. Their eyes were locked on one another’s as Elijah’s hands played in his own hair. The moaning combined with the faces he was making was getting to be too much for Grayson. He spat in his hand and grabbed Elijah’s cock, stroking it to the rhythm of the way he entered him.
Elijah licked his lips as he looked up at Grayson and all the signs that he was about to cum were hitting him at once. He couldn’t give him a warning. He couldn’t say anything but Grayson over and over, and as he came, he watched Grayson’s hand continue to move along his cock.
It was hands-down the best sex that Elijah had ever had. He was still coming as he thought about it, but there was no way Grayson was real.
Grayson watched Elijah unwind as the cum landed over his torso. He continued to thrust deep, but slowed down his rhythm a bit. Without Elijah yelling at him to fuck him harder, he got to take his time. He let go of Elijah’s cock and put both hands on his thighs, working himself in and out.
Elijah smiled up at him. “Grayson.”
Grayson looked away from the image of his cock sliding in and out of the tight heat and up at Elijah. He looked so gorgeous right now; completely sated with his sweaty hair clung to his forehead. The smile on his lips was totally kissable.
“Everything okay?”
Elijah laid there as Grayson continued to slowly fuck him. He looked down at the cum on his stomach and nodded his head. “Everything is better than okay. But I have more questions…”
Grayson smiled as he moved in again, trying his best not to cum. He wasn’t ready yet. “And I’m guessing it can’t wait?”
“It could, but I’d rather you answer me now.”
Grayson nodded his head. His clutch on Elijah’s thighs tightened as he pushed in deep, letting his eyes close.
God, that’s good.
“Are you my boyfriend now or what?” Elijah asked.
Grayson froze, opening his eyes and looking down at him. “You’re proposing… boyfriendship upon me while my cock is buried in your ass?”
Elijah bit his lip into a smirk. “What better time to ask?”
There was no way in hell Grayson could tell him no right now. Besides that, he didn’t want to tell him no. This thing they were doing, while crazy as hell, was incredible. And for the first time in a while, Grayson could say that he was happy. He started to move his hips a little faster as he felt himself getting closer.
“And boyfriendship definitely isn’t a word, NYU.”
Grayson smirked at the way Elijah panted as he kept the steady rhythm. “Who would’ve thought?” he closed his eyes for a second, moments away from climaxing. He never did so in the middle of a conversation like this, but there was a first time for everything. “Elijah Dawson with a boyfriend?”
Elijah started to push his ass into the thrusts and bit his lip as he watched the way Grayson reacted to it. He liked that a lot. “Literally no one. But this feels right. Right?”
Grayson nodded hard. He started to tense and his movement began to stutter, and as he came inside Elijah, he cursed underneath his breath and collapsed on top of him.
Elijah smiled into the kiss that met his lips a moment later. It was messy but perfect all at the same time. Grayson tended to be a biter post-orgasm, he noticed.
“Fuck,” Grayson groaned, still deep inside of him. He looked down at the mess between their bodies and smiled.
Elijah nodded. “I know. Tonight ended up a lot different than we anticipated.”
Grayson looked at him and agreed. “I’m happy that I ended the night with a boyfriend. …We’re going to have to talk about that rulebook of yours, though.”
Elijah lifted his eyebrows. “What rulebook?”
Grayson smirked. “Smart.”
“Shut up and kiss me, please.”
They did just that for the next five minutes. Grayson had tied the condom and tossed it into the trash before they were rolling around in the sheets again, laughing and kissing, and exploring each other’s sweat-slicked bodies with gentle touches. Eventually Grayson’s stomach growled and Elijah laughed, looking up at the ceiling.
“Oh. That’s right. We never ate.”
Grayson laughed into another kiss. “We need to reevaluate our priorities.”
Elijah waved him off. “Please. Our priorities are perfect. Besides, I just got the fuck of a lifetime. That beats beef lo mein any day.”
Grayson was about to respond when there was loud banging at Elijah’s front door. Like. Very loud, scary banging. He rolled away from Elijah and watched him hop up out of the bed.
“Fuck. Why do people insist on using my door as a tambourine?”
Grayson was worried that this was a natural occurrence. “Is that the police?”
Elijah shook his head no. “I hope not, at least.” He grabbed his t-shirt and some shorts to put on as the knocking continued. “It’s probably the neighbor. He hates noise.”
Grayson smirked, tossing the covers over himself as Elijah went to answer it. “Alright.”
The knocking got louder as Elijah approached the door. He told them to wait a minute before pulling it open.
He wasn’t prepared to see Marvin and Lily on the other side.
“Eli,” he said, trying to wake his sleeping daughter before placing her down onto the floor. “Long time no see. I hope you’re well.”
Elijah stared at him and then down at Lily. She was groggy, and Marvin had to hold her up so she wouldn’t fall. “What the hell are you doing here, man? What time is it?”
“It’s almost 10,” Marvin answered. Lily started to cry, obviously not a fan of being awoken. Elijah looked back into the apartment to see if Grayson knew to put some clothes on at this point. He could hear him moving around.
“I had Lily tonight but something came up with my mother. She’s sick,” he said.
Of course, Elijah didn’t believe a word he was saying. He looked at the man as he continued.
“I need to go check on her, and when Josephina dropped her off, she told me to come to you if I had an emergency.”
Lily’s crying got louder and Elijah’s neighbor in 3D stuck his head out to see what all the noise was. Elijah picked her up and took the bag from his hands.
“Goodbye, Marvin.”
Marvin tensed up. “Hey! I can’t help that I had an emergency. You don’t have to watch her if you’re going to have an attitude.”
Sure. Because if Elijah were to hand her back over right now, Marvin would be willing to take her. He was full of crap. Lily started to quiet down as Elijah rocked her back and forth.
Grayson finished dressing and peeked out into the open room to see what was going on. He could see a heavyset guy with a buzz cut wearing a matching deni
m jean jacket and pants at the door. Elijah was holding a baby girl in his arms. Grayson realized it must’ve been his niece.
Things between him and the guy looked intense. He watched curiously, but maintained a respectable distance. They may’ve been together now, but Grayson wasn’t in the position to get involved in private family matters.
Elijah shook his head. “Listen, Marvin. If you want respect from me, you have to earn it. Go check on your mother and I’ll take it from here. She’s better off here with me anyway.”
Before Lily’s dad could respond, he closed the door and locked it. Lily was still sniffling, but she was quieting down at least. He looked at Grayson and shrugged.
“We have company, I guess.”
Grayson took a step into the living room and looked at Elijah and the little girl. She seemed cranky as she buried her face in his shirt. “Do you want me to leave?”
Lily turned around when she heard the other voice.
“Grayson, this is Lily Dawson. Lily, that’s my adorable boyfriend, Grayson Paul.”
Grayson was hesitant at first, but he smiled as he took another few steps forward. So far, this night had more surprises than he even considered as possibilities. “She’s beautiful. Hi, Lily.”
She continued to stare at him curiously; tear stains on her cheeks. After being prompted by her uncle, she waved at Grayson.
Elijah smiled at her before gesturing over to the couch. “She’ll probably fall back asleep in a few. Want to hang with us until she does? We can finally eat …”
Grayson chuckled a bit and tiredly rubbed at his jaw. “I’d love to if that’s fine with you? I mean, I don’t want to impose on your time with her or anything.”
Elijah rolled his eyes at him. “Shut up. Come. I’ll get you something comfortable to wear. She’ll drool all over that hoodie.”
Grayson smiled as he ran a hand through his hair. “Alright.”
His boyfriend sat Lily down on the sofa before walking back towards his bedroom. He could be heard digging around for something, and Grayson stood there awkwardly in the center of the small room as he waited.
Lily was staring at him curiously.
“Her dad’s a piece of shit,” Elijah said from the bedroom. “I didn’t even know he had her, but this has to be the first time in months. Couldn’t even keep her the entire time.”
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