Grey's Awakening

by Cameron Dane

  Coffee in hand, Grey got up, not tired anymore in the slightest, and went in search of his phone to make a call.

  “Now how would I know you were going to be at the cabin this week, let alone that Sirus would have problems at his place?” Kelsie grumbled through the phone. “You never even go to the damn place. I swear, Grey, you have become a very suspicious man.” Grey could practically see his twin glaring at him through the phone. “Maybe it has something to do with your own guilty actions of the past?”

  “All right, all right, all right,” Grey relented. “It was just a surprise to see a stranger in my cabin when I got here, that’s all. Besides,” Grey wrapped one hand around his neck and started pacing the length of the cabin, the phone at his ear, “it’s not like you didn’t end up getting something great out of my machinations, so don’t go getting some convenient memory about your husband now.” He thought about Kelsie’s pregnancy and forgot anything other than brotherly concern. “How are you feeling lately? Getting sick yet or anything?”

  “I feel pretty fantastic, actually,” Kelsie answered with a laugh. “You could call your best friend and tell him to ease up on the worrying, though. He’s getting a little out of hand.”

  Yeah, Grey could imagine John jumping to attention and wanting to call 911 with the smallest sneeze out of Kelsie. “Afraid I can’t help with that. John loves you and nothing is going to change that. You can handle him. God knows you always have.”

  “Yeah, I’m not handing the keys to The Sweetest Tattoo over to someone else, even temporarily, until the time I deliver the baby, I can tell you that.” The Sweetest Tattoo was his sister’s tattoo parlor. “Hey,” Kelsie’s voice perked up, “speaking of tattoos, how’s my buddy with the sexy mustang on his chest doing? Does he have an ETA on the repairs to his cabin?”

  “Not sure. He mentioned his plumber is starting the work today.” Grey spoke carefully and tried like hell not to look at the front door—for the fifth time since calling his sister. Fuck, though, Sirus would return soon, and Grey ached like hell to finish what they had started last night. “I guess he’ll get an estimate on the timeline today.”

  “And how are you doing with sharing?” Kelsie asked, making Grey sound like a ten-year-old who didn’t want to share his Star Wars toys. “You’re not exactly used to bumping into another person every time you turn around.”

  “I’m managing, sis.” Damn, if Sirus would just open that front door they could start bumping into each other a whole hell of a lot more than they had thus far. Thump thump thump. Shit, was that Sirus coming up the porch steps? Grey’s hands started sweating just thinking it might be his temporary bedmate.

  Jesus, what in the hell was wrong with him?

  “Listen,” the front door opened, and Grey immediately dropped his voice to a whisper, “I just called to check in and see how you were doing. Say hi to John for me, and I’ll talk to you soon. Bye.”

  “Say hi to Sirus for me!” his sister shouted before Grey ended the call.

  Sirus walked in, a cell attached to his ear as well. He waved when he found Grey, but continued his phone conversation. “I’m not pretending anything for her,” he said, his voice rising. “I don’t have to. She won’t acknowledge it anyway, so what does it matter?”

  Sirus stopped talking, but nodded, as if the other person could see him. “Okay, okay, fine.” He sounded like a mixture of exasperated and mildly pissed. “I’ve been warned.

  But just so you know, it’s not as if you have to do it. I don’t have gay porn sitting all over the place or pictures of well-hung naked men gracing my walls. You might come for a visit and find that out for yourself.” Using one hand, Sirus shrugged out of one arm of his heavy coat, switched the phone to his other ear, and slipped out of the other, catching it by the collar and draping it over the back of the couch before it hit the floor. “Yeah, I know you are. I love you too, jackass. Bye.” Sirus flipped the phone closed and tossed it on the coffee table, a rumble working in his throat as his hands dove through his hair, leaving tunnels in their wake.

  The man looked a little feral, and Grey stepped forward without thinking, itching to calm the metaphorical hairs standing on end. “Everything okay?”

  Shaking his head, Sirus looked at Grey, took a visible breath, and his hackles seemed to settle. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He blew out another slow breath and linked his hands behind his neck. “That was one of my brothers; Nic. He was giving me the heads up that my mom will be gracing me with her presence sometime in the next few days. She’ll be working nearby and wants to check in on me, see if I’m dating anyone.”

  “Oh.” Well, hell, that was inconvenient.

  “A woman.” Sirus grimaced, his face hardening as he shared.

  The air went right out of Grey. “Oh.”

  “No, not that kind of ‘oh’.” Sirus practically snarled the word. “My mother knows I’m gay. I’m not faking anything. All of my immediate family knows, and some of my extended ones do as well. My mom just acts like I never said it and goes about her business, occasionally trying to get me to come home to visit in order to set me up. I swear she thinks if I just get a look at the right woman I’ll go straight.”

  “I wasn’t judging you,” Grey quickly explained. “You’re welcome to do or not do whatever the hell you want. I don’t ever lie to anyone myself, but that also doesn’t mean I tell everyone I meet that I’m gay either. My business is my business, and I tend to keep my work separate from my personal life. That just makes good sense all around.”

  Silver sparked in Sirus’s eyes, and his lips hitched at one edge. “Three years of celibacy should make that pretty easy for you to achieve.”

  “Right.” Grey quickly sidestepped the talk turning toward him and put the conversation back on track. “You just seem so comfortable with yourself that it would have shocked me to hear your family didn’t know.”

  “They know. And when my mother visits, I will be clear with her. Again. My brother says she’s driving over, and is going to stop overnight to visit with an old friend who lives outside of Charlotte before she makes her way to me. Listen,” Sirus flexed his arms over his head then pulled the edges of his shirt and T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans, moaning with that end-of-day joy as he did it, “I’d just assume we change the subject to something else entirely.” He pulled the snaps open on his shirt and scratched his chest through his white T-shirt. “How does that sound to you?”

  “Fine with me.” Learning about each other’s families wasn’t part of their bargain anyway. It didn’t matter that Grey itched to ask more questions about Sirus’s parents and siblings. He ignored the fact that he was strangely fascinated to find out where this man came from, and where he fit in that other world. Grey wouldn’t share the same information in return, so it wouldn’t be fair to ask.

  “Good.” Sirus circled the coffee table as he removed his watch, pausing by the fireplace to put the timepiece on the mantle. He rubbed his wrist, and Grey’s penis started to push against his jeans.

  “Did you fare any better with Noah?” Grey asked, staring, unable not to. He studied every inch of Sirus’s stunningly fit body, and had difficulty swallowing past the sudden dryness in his throat. Sirus looked a little rough from his day, but not overly so. “Did he get a lot of work done at your cabin today?”

  “Fair amount.” Sirus spoke, and all Grey could feel were the scrapes of strong, callused hands running all over his skin. Standing half a dozen feet away, Sirus raked his gaze the length of Grey’s body, and the silver in his eyes deepened to putty. “Says he’ll be done in another day, two at the most, and then I can move back in.”

  Two days. Fuck fuck fuck. Grey had a feeling he would need at least a dozen to get this man out of his system. Of course, that depended on him getting Sirus Wilder into his system first.

  Forty-eight hours flashed in Grey’s head, the numbers ticking down like a clock on a bomb. Grey growled, the sound coming from deep within. Christ, they were wasting time. He f
ucking needed to get inside Sirus, and they had far too much distance between them right now to achieve his goal.

  Something raw and primal took over inside Grey, and he planted his boot right in the center of the coffee table, taking the most direct route to his target.

  “Grey?” Sirus looked up and, as Grey loomed taller on the table for a moment, Grey’s attention latched onto Sirus’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Jesus, Grey’s dick twitched as he imagined himself sucking on that enticing protrusion for hours.

  Grey stepped off the table right into Sirus’s space, letting barely a sliver of air exist between them. “I made food.” Leaning up, Grey kept his gaze riveted to Sirus’s, watching as he captured Sirus’s lower lip between this teeth, tugging before letting it go.

  “Do you want to eat?” He reached down and stroked the length of Sirus’s already straining cock.

  Sirus pushed into Grey’s touch, and a funny noise choked in his throat. “I could wait.” His eyes closed to half-mast, his mouth fell open, and every fast little breath he took fed Grey’s desire and pulsed more blood straight to his erection.

  Tripping Sirus up, Grey circled his arms around the man and helped cushion their tumble to the floor. “I need to fuck you.” Grey ground his ridge against Sirus’s through their clothes, and leaned down to steal another aggressive kiss. “Right now.” He dug between their bodies and started to work open Sirus’s belt.

  “I brought lube from home.” Sirus leaned up and helped keep their mouths fused together with fast kisses. “It’s in my coat pocket. Ahh,” he hissed as Grey spread his legs and pushed up against his balls, “that’s feels so good.” Sirus pulled back, the haze in his eyes clearing as he looked at Grey. “I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”

  That jerked Grey to a standstill. “No.” He hummed all over and wanted nothing more than to get inside Sirus’s tight ass. He had Sirus’s zipper halfway undone, but his fingers sat frozen in place. “I don’t want to stop what we’ve started.” Grey stilled on the outside, but his blood raced like mad on the inside. He didn’t move, though, and stared right into Sirus’s eyes as he said, “But we can halt things right now. It’s up to you.”

  Chapter Eight

  Sex without a condom.

  Sex with Grey without a condom.

  Oh, fuck. Sirus looked up into Grey’s eyes, the amber chips within nearly taking over the hazel, and his chest thumped faster with every second he stared. His skin felt tight and hot, and his ass pulsed in time with his heartbeat, his body begging him to say yes.

  Sirus reached up and brushed his fingers over Grey’s cheek, stunned when the man trembled in response. Hell, he wants this just as much as I do. “You trust me at my word?” He ran his hand down to Grey’s chest and worked open the first button on his shirt. “I should have thought to go buy—”

  Grey clamped his hand over Sirus’s mouth. “I didn’t go buy any either.”

  Sirus pushed open Grey’s shirt and scraped his fingers down his smooth chest and hard belly, making the man hiss, stopping only when he hit the waistband of Grey’s jeans.

  Grey closed his eyes, his mouth falling open as he rocked himself into the V of Sirus’s legs. “Christ, I don’t want to stop and go do it right now either.” He opened his eyes and set his focus, hot and full of wanting, on Sirus. “I want inside, and I want it bare.”

  Oh, double fuck. It was a damn good thing Sirus was already lying down. “Me too.”

  Sirus clutched Grey’s face, keeping him close. “Me too,” he whispered again. Their gazes held for a moment, their bodies in limbo as heat lightning flared between them. Then, in the blink of an eye, they both went at each other with savagery; tongues dueling and teeth clinking into one another, licking and biting over entire faces and even up into hair and scalps, tongues thrusting into ears as they clutched each other’s heads in a bruising hold for more.

  Grey’s complete abandon, and even his violence, hit Sirus’s blood like the most potent drug. This wasn’t anything like what he expected out of this careful, precise man.

  The intense passion went right to Sirus’s head … and his cock. Sirus forced Grey’s jaw apart and swept his tongue inside, needing to get deep and taste as much as he could. He scraped his tongue over Grey’s teeth and the roof of his mouth, and pushed his hips up into Grey at the same time, grinding their cocks together through their jeans.

  With his fingers digging into Sirus’s cheeks, Grey bore down with his weight and pushed them both into the floor, dominating with his position. He thrust his groin into Sirus, putting exquisite pressure on Sirus’s balls and erection. Sirus gasped as his nuts drew up and tightened, quickly signaling the end—proving just how hot he had been all day while thinking about Greyson Cole.

  Jeter, Rodriguez, Longoria… In his mind, Sirus quickly started listing the names of the 2008 AL All Star team. Just as he did, Grey reached down and yanked Sirus’s hips up as he knifed down. Grey sank his tongue all the way into Sirus’s mouth, licking voraciously, and pushed Sirus over the edge with two minor league moves.

  Sirus groaned into Grey’s mouth, the sound muffled as orgasm overtook him. With his cock still tucked in his jeans, his lower body jerked. Release shook through Sirus as deeply as if he had his length buried balls deep inside Grey’s snug ass. Ejaculate warmed Sirus’s lower belly and crept out of his waistband. He knew it seeped through his jeans and that Grey felt it too.

  God, what was the matter with him? He had no control around this man. “Sorry about that.”

  “Don’t be.” Grey let go of Sirus’s hip and burrowed his hand between their bodies, touching his fingers over Sirus’s spent cock through his damp jeans. Grey looked up, finding Sirus’s eyes, and a cheeky smile graced his kiss-tinged lips. “I know you’ll be hard again in a minute.” He finished working Sirus’s zipper down and stuck his hand inside Sirus’s jeans and underwear, stroking his sticky length, making Sirus whimper with renewed need. “I saw you do it last night.” Grey milked Sirus’s penis and, sure enough, the tingle in Sirus’s spine started all over again, and he began to harden in Grey’s hand.

  Shifting up to his knees, Grey lowered Sirus’s underwear down in the front and unearthed his rapidly thickening prick. Sirus’s cock reared up toward his stomach, his tip nearly touching his belly button. “Damn,” Grey whistled as he jerked Sirus off, “that is amazing.”

  Sirus bit his lip, refusing to admit this was the first time his body had reacted in quite this way with so little provocation or control. He knew Grey didn’t want to hear anything that might hint at something special between them, and Sirus had a bad habit of wanting to see more in his sexual partners than was really there anyway. This short-term “acquaintances with benefits” Sirus had going with Grey was the perfect opportunity to prove he could have a fling without turning the relationship into something more. Even so, Sirus throbbed with need all over and had to sate some of that lust right now. He pushed his shirt up and took his own nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting the aching points of flesh and pulling on that invisible line between his chest, belly and cock.

  “Yeah, I like to see that.” Grey’s voice was thick and full of heat. He gave up his agonizingly wonderful chokehold on Sirus’s cock and pecked a line of kisses up Sirus’s stomach, making Sirus’s flesh quiver with every light touch. “Get this the rest of the way off so I can see more.” He pushed his hands under Sirus’s T-shirt and eased it off over his head, taking the unbuttoned flannel shirt with him.

  Pulling up onto his knees again, Grey took off his own shirt, never taking his eyes off Sirus as he did it. “Jesus.” He worked the button and zipper on his jeans, pushed them down past his hips, and sprung his hard cock free. Grey looked Sirus up and down, his eyes darkening with desire with every inch of Sirus he openly studied. “I don’t think I could ever get bored looking at you.”

  Heat seared Sirus’s flesh, setting him aflame with just Grey’s stare. Sirus took good care of himself and it was nice to look in
to the eyes of someone who appreciated it.

  Sirus’s breathing turned erratic quickly, making every deep breath in a nearly painful task.

  The desire for connection overwhelmed Sirus and he reared up, snaking his arm around Grey’s neck and yanking the man to him until their foreheads touched. So close like this, their chests met with every deep breath they took, scraping sensitized nipples over firm flesh. “I don’t mind looking at you either,” Sirus stated, his voice low. Their gazes clashed, challenged, and Sirus decimated the scant distance between them, delivering Grey an openmouthed, hot kiss.

  Moaning as Grey sank into a licking of tongues, Sirus slid his arms around Grey’s back and drew the other man down on top of him, loving how Grey’s weight pressed him into the nubby rug. Sirus touched all over Grey’s back, his palms scorching on hot, solid ropes of muscle that flexed and rolled under his hands. Wanting more, Sirus slid his hands down and clutched Grey’s ass, squishing their cocks together in between their stomachs. Sirus kneaded Grey’s buttocks with every rock of his hips, and his fingers slipped into Grey’s crease.

  Grey suddenly jolted and tore his mouth away, panting heavily, his eyes swirls of amber and green. “Clothes,” he said, the one word a rough bark. “I want the rest of your clothes gone.” He strong-armed into a one-armed push up stance and dragged his own jeans down his legs. “Mine too. I want the nakedness I didn’t get outside last night.”

  His mind still in a fog of lust, Sirus toed off his shoes and socks, then wiggled out of his pants. All the while, he watched Grey as his mind tried to catch up to the man’s withdrawal. Sirus shook his head, trying to clear some of the blood from his cock back to the other crucial parts of his body—mainly his brain. Opening his mouth to ask what prompted the flash of shadows in Grey’s eyes, Sirus let it snap closed again as Grey dipped down and licked right up the underside of Sirus’s cock, shooting Sirus right back into drugging pleasure. Questions forgotten, Sirus bowed his back off the floor, his prick quickly leaking precum like brand new one more time. Grey swirled the tip of his tongue around the head of Sirus’s dick, teasing him into shaking. Then he flattened his tongue and did a reverse lick down Sirus’s erection, and dragged Sirus into a sensual haze where nothing but sex mattered.