He couldn’t hurt Sunny. He didn’t care what else happened here, as long as he didn’t hurt him.
“I won’t break,” Sunny said, as though he’d read Grant’s mind.
Grant glanced up at him, surprised.
“You seem nervous. I’m just saying, you’re not gonna hurt me with a couple of fingers. You should see some of my toys,” he said, rocking his hips into Grant’s hand. Tiny circles, barely enough movement for Grant to feel it, but right now, it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him.
Sunny was needy over this, and if Grant held back any longer, he’d graduate to desperate.
Arousal glowed in the pit of Grant’s stomach like a hot coal, flaring up as he realized just how much Sunny wanted him. How his cock was leaking, his hips rocking of their own accord, all because Grant was touching him.
That was hot. There was no other word for it.
“I’d like to,” Grant admitted, his face getting hot as he blushed at the thought. “Some time.”
Sunny smirked. “Depends on your performance here,” he murmured, spreading his legs wider. “I don’t take just anyone home.”
Grant wet his lips. They weren’t at home, and that was why this was happening, wasn’t it? They weren’t themselves while they were here. Anything was allowed.
It was okay to want Sunny. That was the thing he needed to convince himself of, and Sunny had just given him a way. As always, Sunny had managed to lift a weight off Grant’s shoulders without needing to be asked.
Sunny’s mouth fell open as Grant shoved a fingertip inside him, a surge of courage giving him the push he needed to do it.
Sunny was so warm, and tight, and exactly as Grant had imagined, but better. This already felt better than the last time he’d done it, so much better that it barely seemed the same.
Last time, it’d been borderline anonymous sex with someone he’d picked up.
This time, it was with someone who made him smile ten times a day. Someone who made his stomach flutter.
Someone he…
Well. He could think about how he felt about Sunny later, when he didn’t have a finger shoved up his ass.
“You’re getting the hang of this,” Sunny murmured, his tone warm. Encouraging, even. More caring than Grant had ever experienced before, in any case. “I’m so proud.”
“I have some tricks up my sleeve,” Grant said, though he couldn’t help blushing at the compliment. He wanted Sunny to enjoy this.
More than anything, because he wanted Sunny to come back for more. Right now, it was all he could think of. How much he wanted Sunny, how good it felt to touch him like this.
“You don’t need to be delicate with me,” Sunny said. “I think I already covered that, but you look like you need a reminder.”
Grant wet his lips. “Tell me what you want?”
“You.” Sunny smiled a warm little smile that made Grant’s heart melt and his cock twitch. “Just you, exactly as you are, but not afraid. I promise I’ll tell you if you do something I don’t like.”
“Sounds like code for hurry up, Grant.”
Sunny glanced down at Grant’s cock, humming softly. “Look, I’m not gonna pretend I’m not a little impatient. You’re very blessed.”
Grant blushed even harder than before, his face getting hot as blood rushed to his cheeks. Between that and all the blood in his cock, there wasn’t a whole lot left for brain function right now. His head was light, his heart pounding in his chest.
Sunny wanted him. Wanted his cock. And he didn’t want to be patient about it.
Sunny was always patient, but apparently, not about this.
That was… kind of hot.
Very hot, actually.
“So how do I… uh…” Grant wet his lips. “Hurry up?”
“Another finger would be a good start,” Sunny said, rocking his hips back against the one Grant already had inside him.
Grant swallowed, shifting his hand to line a second finger up, watching Sunny’s face as he eased it in alongside the first one, his cock twitching as he felt the way Sunny opened up under his touch.
“More,” Sunny demanded, rocking his hips. “Come on.”
The tips of Grant’s ears burned, but he was too far gone to be all that embarrassed right now. He wanted more, too. He wanted Sunny.
If Sunny felt this good around his fingers, he’d feel amazing around his cock.
Grant moved his free hand between his legs, stroking himself as he worked his fingers inside Sunny, getting the hang of it as Sunny rocked back onto them. He could feel tight muscles easing, just enough to make this comfortable.
His cock twitched in his hand at the thought of being buried deep inside him, those same muscles hugging him tight, holding him in place. Sunny was going to feel so damned good.
He could see Sunny’s cock leaking precome, a heavy drop of it rolling down the length, making it glisten in the low light of the fire.
As romantic settings went, this one definitely worked for him. It wasn’t every day that he got to fuck the most gorgeous person he’d ever known in front of an open fire while snow fell outside.
“Grant,” Sunny murmured, his voice cracking. “Please. Please.”
Grant wet his lips. “More?”
Sunny nodded eagerly, but reached down between his legs to grab Grant’s arm, holding it still. “No more fingers. I can take it.”
Grant’s head spun as if he’d missed a stair as he pictured exactly what Sunny meant. He’d known where they were heading, but this was the first time it’d really hit him.
His cock twitched in his hand, his stomach flipping over with anticipation.
He nodded, watching as Sunny let go of his arm, bracing himself as he slipped his fingers out, savoring the tiny sound of loss Sunny made when he did.
This was already overwhelming, and they hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet. Grant’s head was pounding, his pulse rushing in his ears, his heart hammering in his chest. He wanted everything Sunny was willing to give him, even if he wasn’t entirely sure he could handle it.
He’d handle it. One way or another, he’d deal with it.
Sunny was too good to pass up.
“Ready for this?” Sunny asked, shifting his weight and lifting himself up on his knees.
Grant wasn’t in any way ready, but he wasn’t about to tell Sunny that. The risk of stopping wasn’t one he was about to take.
He nodded, looking up to meet Sunny’s eyes, staring into them as Sunny grabbed his cock to hold it still, gritting his teeth at the feeling of Sunny’s fingers wrapped around him.
This was going to kill him, but at least he’d die happy.
Grant’s eyes rolled back in his head as Sunny sank down on his cock, a low, broken moan escaping his throat. He moved his hands to Sunny’s hips, bracing him as best he could, his cock pulsing inside the tight heat of Sunny’s body.
His head spun with the heat and pressure of it, his thighs burning with the need to push forward, bury himself inside Sunny, feel his body give under him, tight and perfect and everything Grant had dreamed of.
This was so good. So good. Sunny felt amazing around him, but more than that, the closeness was everything Grant wanted.
He felt connected to Sunny in a way he’d been desperate for. This was about more than sex.
This was about how he felt about Sunny.
A small, terrifying word that started with L.
Grant’s train of thought crashed as Sunny grunted softly, wriggling to get comfortable, rolling his hips in tiny circles while he adjusted. It left Grant gasping for breath, struggling to get used to how hot and tight Sunny was, the soft, needy noises he was making.
“You’re perfect,” Sunny murmured. “I could do this all day.”
Grant opened his mouth to say that he couldn’t, that he’d be lucky to last another thirty seconds with Sunny sitting on his cock, rocking against him, making tiny little sounds of pleasure that rang in his ears and went stra
ight to his balls.
All that came out was a desperate gasp.
His stomach felt tight, arousal coiling up in it, the need to move his hips overwhelming. Not yet, though. Not until Sunny said it was okay.
Sunny smirked at him, shifting his weight again.
He grabbed Grant by the shoulders and then leaned back, changing the angle he was sitting at, digging his thighs into Grant’s waist.
He rolled his hips, a long, agonizingly slow stroke that threatened to make Grant come too soon, his cock twitching inside Sunny as he pressed his weight back down. All he could do was stare at the way Sunny looked, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes fluttering closed as he lifted himself up again, his cute little button nose wrinkling with effort as he let himself fall.
His thumbs were digging deep into Grant’s shoulders, right at the edge of his collarbones, gripping him tight.
It had taken Grant until now to realize that Sunny was in charge here. There wasn’t much of anything he could do except sit back and take whatever Sunny wanted to do with him.
A shock of arousal hit him at the thought.
Sunny was in charge.
That was definitely hot.
“You’ve gone quiet,” Sunny murmured, rocking his hips again, starting to build a rhythm, his chest heaving as he panted for breath.
He was just taking what he wanted, and Grant had never been more turned on by anything in his life.
“I’m… you’re…” Grant said, his tongue heavy in his mouth, his mind clouded with arousal. Sunny was so perfect, and all he wanted to do was stare at him and appreciate that.
Sunny smirked, pressing their foreheads together and moving one hand to the back of Grant’s head to hold him, a surprisingly tender gesture.
Or maybe not so surprising. If Grant had been brave enough to imagine what sex with Sunny might be like before, he would have expected something like this. Hot, but gentle. Something that made him feel wanted, sexy, but still cared for.
“It’s okay,” Sunny murmured, breathless. “You feel amazing. This feels amazing.”
Grant nodded, Sunny somehow managing to say exactly what he was thinking.
He gripped Sunny’s hips tight, rocking his own to meet his thrusts, not wanting to leave him to do all the work. Besides, he needed more. Sunny was so hot around him, and so tight, and Grant couldn’t hold back anymore.
He wanted to come. The need suddenly felt urgent, filling him up so there wasn’t room for any other thought except how good this felt, how glad he was it’d happened.
Consequences didn’t seem important anymore. Just Sunny, and Sunny’s gorgeous, perfect body, and the fact that he’d picked Grant. That somehow, for some reason, he’d picked Grant.
“Sunny,” Grant gasped, screwing his eyes closed, digging his thumbs deep into Sunny’s hips as he thrust into him, short, sharp jerks of his own hips making Sunny gasp and moan.
It felt so good to make him do that. To know that Sunny was getting off on this too. Grant could feel precome soaking into his shirt, Sunny’s cock prodding his stomach with every roll of his hips, rubbing up against him deliberately now.
Sunny wanted to come, too.
Grant licked his lips, and then worked a hand between them, curling his fingers around Sunny’s cock. He took a moment to appreciate that he was getting to touch him, getting to stroke his cock and make him moan louder, make his hips speed up, his breathing harsher.
Everything about Sunny left Grant in awe, not least of all the soft, eager sounds he made as Grant fisted his cock, gripping tight and working the length, using every trick he would have used on himself to get off.
He’d had a lot of practice at this. It was the one thing he was confident he could get right.
“Grant,” Sunny gasped. “Oh. Oh, please.”
The sound went straight to Grant’s gut, a jolt of arousal that made his hips jerk forward, his fist clench a little tighter. He wanted to get Sunny off even more than he wanted to get off himself. Sunny deserved it. Sunny deserved everything he could ever want and more.
“It’s okay,” Grant gritted out between heaving breaths, his lungs burning with the effort, his balls tight. He was so close, too, and he just needed Sunny to come before he could, needed to be sure that Sunny was satisfied first.
Sunny made a strangled noise in the back of his throat, a choked scream, and before Grant had finished processing that he felt Sunny coming all over his hand, his sweater, and his own stomach, his hips slamming down on Grant’s cock as he came in waves, soft cries punctuating every thrust.
Grant’s head spun, his own arousal close to spilling over, so close, just a little more…
Sunny groaned, his whole weight falling heavily down into Grant’s lap, driving his cock as far inside as it could go, and it was all over. Grant’s vision whited out for a moment as he started to come, his hips jerking of their own accord into Sunny’s, hot pleasure ripping its way along his spine and spilling out of his cock, deep inside Sunny’s body in wave after wave.
Grant panted for breath as he slowed down, rocking them both to a stop and then collapsing back onto the couch, Sunny falling forward on top of him, boneless. He grunted as he took Sunny’s weight, but lifted his arms up to hold him, not wanting him to move just yet.
Even the cramp in his thigh wasn’t enough to convince him to give this up anytime soon.
Grant could barely remember being this content, this bone-deeply satisfied in his life. His head was pounding, his heart hammering in his chest, his pulse rushing in his ears, but every atom in his body was sated.
Hookups and one-night stands didn’t even begin to compare to the way being with Sunny felt.
That meant something, and Grant knew it. He wasn’t ready to think about it, afraid that the feeling wasn’t even slightly mutual, but it was there.
Sunny hummed against his neck after a few moments, still panting to catch his breath. “Better than expected,” he said, lifting his hips up so that Grant’s softening cock slipped out of him, wriggling to get comfortable again once it had.
Better than expected.
That was nice. Maybe Grant wasn’t totally hopeless after all.
He wanted to thank Sunny, but he wasn’t sure that was quite the right thing to say. It felt a little on the pathetic side, though he was genuinely grateful.
Affection from other men was something Grant had always desperately wanted, and Sunny was the first person he’d ever really felt it from. Sunny was different.
Sunny was what he’d been waiting his entire life for, but he knew he couldn’t say that.
Instead, Grant hummed in agreement and held Sunny a little tighter, his heart contracting as Sunny snuggled into him.
“Hey, uh…” Grant began after a few moments, his voice rough. “It’s cold, and I never fixed your heater, but… my room is warm, and the bed’s huge…”
“Are you offering to share your bed?” Sunny asked, sitting back to look Grant in the eyes.
Grant nodded, blushing at the thought. Despite everything they’d just done, it seemed even more intimate.
“Yeah. Yeah, if you want… I mean, you don’t have to, I can just fix the heater…”
“Too late, you already offered the bed,” Sunny said, grinning eagerly at him.
Sunny’s smiles always made Grant’s heart flutter, but right now more than ever. He almost felt as if it was going to burst right out of his chest.
Sunny wanted to share his bed.
He was getting everything he could have wished for this Christmas, and it hadn’t even ticked over to midnight yet.
“Shower first,” Sunny said. “We can share. You know. To save water.”
Grant wasn’t sure how much they needed to save water, but he wasn’t about to say no to getting to see Sunny completely naked, either.
“I need a second to convince my legs to work,” he said. He wasn’t sure he could stand right now, no matter how much he wanted to.
“I can wait,
” Sunny said, flopping back against Grant’s chest and resting his cheek on Grant’s shoulder.
Grant didn’t intend to make him wait long, but he could have stayed in exactly this position forever and been a very happy man.
That’d save him ever having to think about how serious his feelings for Sunny were, too.
16
Sunny sighed happily as he crawled into bed beside Grant, still glowing from the most gentle, caring shared shower he’d ever taken.
Grant hadn't pushed him for another round or groped him like a horny teenager. All he’d done was wash Sunny's hair for him.
He’d confessed after that he’d always wanted to do that, and Sunny's heart had melted. He was beginning to realize that even though Grant had come out a long time ago, he’d never had the chance to be in the kind of relationship he must have wanted.
Maybe they could do that, if this worked out. Sunny could see clearly that Grant would be an amazing partner.
Whatever was going on between them, it was nice. Sunny knew it was stupid to hope it'd last—he knew he’d probably be looking for a new job after Christmas—but right now, it felt worth it.
He might never get the chance to have something like this again. He intended to savor it and worry about the consequences later.
“I like your snowman,” Grant said, nodding to the shirt Sunny had put on to sleep in.
“I like Christmas,” Sunny defended, though he didn’t really feel as though Grant was teasing him. It sounded sincere.
“No regrets?” Grant asked, lifting his arm to give Sunny space to lay beside him.
“No regrets,” Sunny confirmed.
He wasn’t going to regret this. There was something between them, something important, and even if exploring it didn’t work out, he couldn’t have lived his whole life wondering what if.
Grant was special. That part, he was sure of.
Everything else would happen the way it happened, and he only had control over half of that. Less than half, maybe, considering Grant’s family and their respective jobs.
And Sunny still didn’t care. Right now, he was too happy to give a damn about anything else.
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