by Lyn, Viki
Graham slid his arms around Chris’s waist. Yes, he could engulf Chris in a smothering bear hug. “I was thinking how easily you threw me down on the floor.” He brought Chris closer, and their cocks touched and sent a thrilling zap through him.
Chris slowly circled Graham’s nipples with his fingers, and his feathery touch moved downward until he brushed the length of Graham’s cock. “I’ll lead. That’s not the only judo throw I know.”
Graham groaned, and he gripped Chris’s hips. “Bed. Now.”
Chris gave a slight tug to Graham’s cock. “No patience.”
Graham headed for the neatly made bed. He yanked down the bedcover and drew back the sheet. “This might get messy,” he warned while grinning at the thought of how fun it would be to see Chris sweaty and panting.
Flopping on his back, he pulled Chris on top of him. Ah. Fuck yeah. Skin on skin. Warm. Slick. And Chris smelled like the sea and the redwoods and salty air. No cologne could match his scent.
Chris straddled Graham’s hips, facing him, displaying his assets in full view.
“Fuck, you’re preening,” said Graham, feigning annoyance. Chris wasn’t shy, and he shouldn’t be, not with his body. When Chris rubbed his crack along Graham’s cock, Graham arched back, his hands gripping the sheets.
That sparkle in Chris’s eyes was positively wicked. This was what Graham had wanted from the moment he had met Chris. The skin-to-skin clench of hot bodies with someone he desired. Just the thought of being buried inside of Chris set him on fire.
“Fill me up,” Chris said, his voice quiet and determined.
“Never took you for a guy who talked during sex.”
“Yeah? You’re doing most of the talking.” Chris tilted his head toward the condoms and lube lined up neatly on the nightstand.
Graham smiled at his preparedness. “I see you were thinking ahead.”
A smirk crossed Chris’s face. “Need to keep one step ahead of you.”
“Are we in a race?”
Chris pressed two fingers to Graham’s lips. “I’m not answering any more of your dumbass questions.”
Graham did a “zip it up” motion across his mouth. Then he rubbed his thumb across Chris’s full lower lip. A small cleft dimpled Chris’s chin. Wow. This was the first time Graham noticed that.
Graham palmed Chris’s cock, and the smooth skin pulsed beneath his hand. This was the best feeling, heat generated by a man, the heady smell of male sweat. He reached for the foil and lube, but Chris swatted his hand away.
“Let me do it.”
Graham lay back down and closed his eyes. Better for the sensations to overwhelm him. Fingers ran up the vein of his cock, circled his cockhead. Lust flared in his groin and he needed more from Chris. He felt Chris shift over him, his thighs pressed against Graham’s waist. Gentle taps across Graham’s balls sent incredible spasms through him. More playful taps, and again, Chris palmed Graham’s cock, his thumb pressing along the underside, before sliding his thumb slowly upward. Then Chris’s teasing fingers trailed back down. Chris repeated this motion, bringing Graham to the brink of an organism.
Graham lifted up on his elbows. “I’m not going to be worth shit if you don’t stop.”
Chris met Graham halfway and kissed him. Thoroughly. Tongues played together, and Chris’s taste stayed with Graham after Chris pulled away.
Graham rested his hands on Chris’s hips. “Put the condom on me.”
Chris’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I don’t think you’re in any position to order me around.”
Graham lost his heart for a moment, seeing the playful side of Chris. No way would he last at this rate. He tugged at Chris’s wrist. “Just do it.”
To Graham’s relief, Chris tore open the foil. With precision, he rolled the rubber over Graham’s cock. This motion almost set Graham off. Then came the lube. Someday would they be able to fuck without protection because they trusted each other? Without a condom, their bonding would be that much more, and it’d be fucking incredible.
Chris positioned his ass above Graham’s strained cock. “Do you want to be inside of me?” Chris asked so innocently, but his voice was anything but sweet.
“Fuck, yeah.” Graham shivered from knowing how good Chris was going to feel. “Give me all you have. I got you.” Graham tightened his hold on Chris’s hips, slightly pushing down. “Let me take you all in, babe.”
Chris pushed further down, then rose up and down, repeating the motion until Graham was buried balls-deep inside of Chris.
This moment of connection made Graham’s heart swell with love. He slowly caressed Chris’s back. What they were doing wasn’t a quick fuck. Something special was happening between them. Nothing else mattered but being inside Chris, claiming him, possessing him so Chris would need no other lover. Ever. Again.
Chris set the rhythm, slow at first and then gathering momentum. Graham let him control the pace. Graham didn’t have to fix anything. He didn’t need to lead. He enjoyed his lover’s aggressiveness in bed because this showed that Chris felt comfortable with him. And loving Chris was all about feeling good and giving him pleasure.
Chris lifted slightly and smiled down at Graham. “How are you feeling?”
“Fucking fantastic.” Before Chris could respond, Graham claimed Chris’s mouth, and searing heat rushed through him, his spasms painfully exquisite.
“Close. So close.” Graham shifted beneath Chris and pushed upward until he was entirely inside him. Graham ran his hands over Chris’s buttocks. He’d fucked plenty of times before, but with Chris, this wasn’t just fucking. Before long Graham lost all focus except the sensations within.
A rush of air punched out from Chris’s chest. “Fuck yeah.”
“I can’t hold…” Graham shouted. He felt the warmth of his semen spill into the condom. One final push sent him flying. No longer feeling his body, all he felt was release. With his eyes open, he watched Chris arch his back and his cock spurt warm semen across Graham’s chest.
Chris slumped forward, and Graham caught him and held him close. Chris buried his head in the crook of Graham’s neck, still trembling from his orgasm.
As Graham came down from his high, he clung to Chris. “I have you, babe. I’m not letting you go.”
Chris’s breath skimmed against Graham’s skin. “What we just did should be illegal.”
Graham laughed, relieved Chris felt as good as he did. “Yeah, my mother warned me about the quiet ones.”
Chris snickered. “Warned you or told you that you’d be a fool to pass one by?”
Graham pushed Chris gently back so he could look him in the eyes. “I’m no fool.”
“Never thought you were.”
“Can I stay the night?”
Chris tapped his cheek as if he had to think about it. “Yeah.” Then he smiled without restraint. “And all the other nights left to us.”
“I’d like that.”
Chris’s smile was so sweet, so genuine, that a loving feeling claimed Graham’s heart. What he realized in this moment was he wanted Chris for more than two weeks. Yeah, his life was in New York. That wasn’t about to change, but Chris made him think about his choices, and challenged his beliefs. Made him a better person. They were two smart guys. Maybe they could find a way to see each other despite the distance between them.
15
The next few days saw Chris settle into a comfortable routine. Mornings Chris and Graham had breakfast on the patio. Then Chris worked for a few hours before they went on their daily jog. After cleaning up, and this meant fooling around in the shower, Graham reserved their afternoons and evenings for what they called their “daily dose of fun.”
Chris appreciated Graham’s willingness to set some order to their days. This way he could relax into his work and then look forward to whatever adventure Graham had planned for them. For the first time in his life, the man he was seeing got him. Never once had Graham criticized his anal behavior or told him he had to change. He had let
Graham into his life and found he wanted Graham to stay.
And that was the proverbial white elephant in the room.
Now Chris had to convince himself that he was okay with whatever happened between them. Enjoying Graham’s company day by day would have to be enough. These cherished memories he would carry in his heart. Now, what was that famous saying everyone quoted when they had their hearts broken?
“Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” Chrissy, I’m so happy you found love.
Chris sighed at Pete’s remark. Was he in love? He cared for Graham, liked having him around, and would miss him terribly when he was gone. Was this love? He had never felt this warm aching feeling for someone before Graham.
Leave it to him to fall for someone who lived three thousand miles away. Long-distance relationships rarely worked out. They both had businesses that kept them chained to the office. By choice, but also, Chris used his work as an excuse to remain single. The fear of abandonment was never far from his thoughts. Not really. This fear was a thorn driven into his heart, and every time he thought he’d conquered this emotion, something would happen to bring him back to reality.
Graham would leave, as Chris’s birth parents had done and then his two dads. And when Graham disappeared from his life, the good times they had shared would become haunting memories.
Chris stripped out of his jogging clothes and left the pile near the shower door. Stepping under the hot spray, he sighed in contentment as the water hit his back. The glass shower door fogged up, but he recognized the footsteps on the tile floor. Bottles clanked as Graham set them on the counter. Chris smiled. That would be Graham’s special shampoo and conditioner that was sold exclusively at Bloomingdale’s. The guy liked his expensive toiletries, but Chris appreciated the results.
With two showerheads, there was plenty of room for both of them. The built-in bench was also convenient, and Chris envisioned how he could make use of it.
Graham stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around Chris’s waist, pressing his body into Chris’s back. “I’ve missed you.”
“Ah, you’ve been gone all of two seconds.” Sarcasm was Chris’s way of hiding his embarrassment, but even he couldn’t keep the desire from his voice. He was falling for Graham, hard, and there was nothing he could do to stop these feelings.
Graham’s breath tickled Chris’s ear. “Yeah, two seconds too long.”
Chris turned in Graham’s arms so they faced each other. “Ugh. You’re too sappy, you know that?”
“Yeah. Even surprises me how corny I sound.”
“So this feeling is new for you, too?”
Chris expected Graham to laugh off his question, but instead, he became serious. “I’m crazy about you. And before you argue with me, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And damn, stop me before I say something even more embarrassing. But I really, really like you, and I had to say it.”
Chris ran his thumb over Graham’s lower lip. “Are you done now?”
Graham’s lips parted, and his tongue slightly peeked out as he looked up at the ceiling and back down at Chris. “No. There is something else and don’t interrupt with all the reasons why we can’t, okay?”
“Sure, but—”
“Stop.” Graham laughed while shaking his head. “I said no interruptions, and that includes a but.” He shifted his hands to Chris’s shoulders. “I don’t want this to end when I leave.”
Chris’s lungs seized as he tried to catch a breath. The white elephant just became visible. All the reasons why this was a bad idea blared in his head.
A long-distance relationship meant Chris would have to make an effort to visit New York. He didn’t like big cities, especially New York with the noise and dirt and confusion. He’d be anxious about fitting in with Graham’s “beyond wealthy” lifestyle. Graham’s friends would be from the A-list, not that he felt he was a slouch, but he liked the laid-back lifestyle offered by Big Sur. Yes, he had money, but it was tied up in the resort and land. No matter how he weighed the situation, he was outclassed.
“I can’t. My life is here.”
“I knew this would be your first answer, but promise me you’ll think about it. I can always come to you.”
“When? You’re busier than I am. And I can’t ask that of you. It wouldn’t be fair.” There were even bigger issues, like Graham being in the closet and purchasing companies on EAN’s hit list. Chris would be dating the enemy.
“Can you honestly say you won’t miss this?” Graham pressed against Chris, forcing their groins together. Graham brushed his lips against Chris’s mouth in a teasing gesture. Teeth gently nipped at Chris’s lips, but Graham held back from kissing him. Instead, Graham sucked at Chris’s lower lip before slipping his tongue in and taking control of the kiss.
A shiver skittered across Chris’s skin despite the hot spray on his back. Pushing Graham back into the tiled wall, Chris deepened the kiss, his tongue reaching practically down Graham’s throat.
When Chris finally pulled back for air, he dropped his head to Graham’s shoulder, inhaling the soapy scent. “I can’t think about you leaving.” He hated how his voice broke. “It’s too painful.”
Graham held Chris, wet skin on skin, moist and hot. “Then don’t leave me. Please, Chris…”
Were those tears in Graham’s eyes? Chris cupped Graham’s ass and pressed forward. The ache Chris felt for Graham was bittersweet because he knew how these things went. Graham would leave, and after a few weeks he would forget about Chris and Big Sur, and their time spent here.
“We’ll talk of this later, okay,” Chris assured Graham even though he’d already decided a long-distance relationship wouldn’t work out.
Graham pushed Chris under the nozzle and the spray hit Chris’s head.
“Hey!”
Laughing, Graham smirked. “That’s for being stubborn and making up your mind about us without giving it a few days thought.”
“You don’t sound sorry. And, no, I’ll think about it.”
Graham patted Chris’s head. “You look cute. Like a wet puppy.”
Smiling because Graham had a way of lightening the mood, Chris cussed without heat. “Fuck you.”
Graham scratched the side of his head while eyeing the bench. “Hmm. I wouldn’t mind trying it here.”
Chris grabbed the bar of soap and then held out his arm to stop Graham from stepping forward. “We don’t have time. I have a ton of stuff to do.”
“Yeah. Okay. But…” Graham’s heated gaze swept down Chris’s body and then to the built-in tile seat. He snatched the bar out of Chris’s hand and started soaping his own abs, making his way downward. Soap bubbles dripped down Graham’s buff chest as he fisted his strong hand around his cock and slowly stroked it, making a show.
Fuck. The guy wasn’t playing fair.
Graham’s green eyes glowed with desire making Chris’s dick stand out like a stiff pole. No hiding his arousal, and why should he hide it. Watching Graham jack off was fucking hot. “You’ve done it in a shower before?”
Graham went back to soaping his chest and playing with his nipples. “You have a seat that’s at a convenient height. Just right for me to sit and suck you dry. And from the look of your cock, it needs me.”
Lust spiked between Chris’s legs at the image of Graham sucking him off. “That isn’t why—”
Graham laugh was husky. “Yeah, yeah. You’re a perv like the rest of us.”
Chris averted his eyes, but he soon found his chin tilted up and Graham staring at him. The look of love in Graham’s gaze had his heart beating fast. How could he ignore his feelings for this man when at every turn he was confronted with Graham’s openly emotional nature?
“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever been with.” Graham’s slick arm circled Chris’s waist, bringing their erections in contact. His mouth tickled Chris’s ear. “Those eyes of yours look like they want to devour me. I’m going to swallow your cock instead.” G
raham sat on the seat with his legs spread apart. He motioned with his hands. “Time to get serious.”
A gasp came out of Chris when Graham’s hot mouth took in his cock. Chris pushed forward. There was no space left between them, only slick heat.
Then Graham slightly pulled away, Chris’s cock slipping out between those warm, strong lips. “Fuck, don’t.”
“Patience.”
Water sprayed down, and billowing steam misted the bathroom mirror. The room was growing hot from the steam. That wasn’t all that was heating up. Chris’s balls ached, and his cock strained against his stomach.
There was something incredibly hot about standing in front of Graham with his dick at a perfect height to that sexy mouth. Chris peered down at Graham’s tongue lapping across his cockhead.
Chris leaned forward, holding steady by latching on to Graham’s shoulders.
While Graham licked and sucked, he cupped Chris’s ass. A slick, soapy finger teased near Chris’s sphincter as Graham’s tongue eagerly explored the length of Chris’s cock. Close to coming, Chris dug his fingers into Graham’s shoulder.
Graham swallowed Chris’s cock completely into his mouth, the slurping noises adding more heat to Chris’s near orgasm. He groaned. His pulse rocketed. Blood rushed to his head. He pulled back and a spray of semen shot over Graham’s chest.
Watching his release, Chris’s knees wobbled, and Graham hoisted him up into his arms. Chris’s world dizzily shifted as he rode out his orgasm.
They stood like this while Chris stroked off Graham until he came.
Graham clutched Chris tighter into a hug. Minutes ticked by, and Chris cherished this time after sex, for Graham was a hugger.
With his hand on Chris’s shoulder, Graham rinsed his face under the spray while Chris cleaned up. They didn’t let go of each other. Chris felt limp from the incredible release and yet invigorated. Thankful, even. He wanted to say something, but he had no words, only a lump in his throat. He’d miss Graham so much. Part of him wanted to beg for Graham to stay longer, but that would just draw out the inevitable.