Chapter 2

 

Konnor couldn't help himself; he wanted to give Grayson anything and everything he could ever want. Putting on a solo performance for him wasn't a hardship.

Grayson had been at work all week and he had missed out on spending all that time with his boyfriend before their trip to the cabin, where privacy was likely to be limited. He wanted to give him something; something that he wanted and had asked for. Something that would cheer him up, after a long, hard day at work.

This was just as good, but it was also just the tip of the iceberg. He had other plans to entertain, once he'd fulfilled this particular fantasy.

His cock twitched with the very thought of what he wanted to do to Grayson. Normally, he wouldn't dare touch himself, because he would be riding the high solo and would have to wait for his body to recover before going again. But this was what Grayson wanted.

Konnor wrapped his hand around his flaccid cock. He only had to give it one stroke and imagine that it was Grayson's soft hand on him, while watching those beautiful eyes follow his every move. He felt himself getting harder instantly. He wanted tonight to be slow and patient, to be beautiful and everything Grayson deserved, so it was a good idea to take care of business first.

He wasn't sure what Grayson was in the mood for, so he grabbed the lube from the bedside table and squeezed it onto his palm. He started stroking himself, with the occasional twist that made him smile. That was something his boyfriend loved to do; he liked to move his hand up and around at the same time, while tormenting him with a tongue that lapped at his head. For having been straight for the first twenty years of his life, Grayson had learned a heck of a lot since they got together.

They initiated sex equally and sometimes all they did was explore, give head or make out with wandering hands. The novelty of being able to have sex together had worn off after the first few weeks of their relationship and it wasn't a burning, gut-twisting need anymore. Now it was more meaningful.

Konnor brushed the pad of his thumb over his head and let a few of his favourite things about Grayson play out in his mind. The way his boyfriend smelled of sweat, heat and lust whenever he did a shift that wasn't planned. The way he looked at him, raw and hungry, as if he'd never been more desperate for anything in his life. The more he thought about Grayson the harder he became, until a second swipe over his head touched the wetness of his pre-come.

Wanting to drag out the moment, since he would have to be good and patient later, Konnor moved his hand down to his balls, lightly rolling them between his fingers. That was another thing that Grayson liked to do. When he was being a tease, he would take each ball in his mouth and spend a ridiculous amount of time sucking on it, while rubbing and squeezing the other in his hand.

A moan escaped him as he settled where he was, spreading his legs wider. His cock was hard, ready for anything, while he squeezed his balls a little harder than Grayson would.

The very thought made him ache even more. God, he needed Grayson so badly. There was no better feeling than having that thick head pushing into him, while Grayson watched it sinking into his body. Konnor swore that he could feel every inch as he was slowly filled. His boyfriend might be skilled in bed, but he had never quite gotten over their first three, disastrous, attempts at sex. He always took it slow and prepared him to the point of frustration.

Needing to feel that fullness, he continued to play with his balls as he squeezed out more lube. He took a few deep breaths and deliberately calmed himself down; he could never seem to do this without Grayson. It just wasn't the same using his own fingers, but he needed it. He closed his eyes and reached down to slip a single finger into his ass.

A second moan escaped him; it felt great, but it was still a little awkward. When Konnor pushed his finger back in, it went deeper and smoother than before. He groaned, louder than was probably appropriate, and pulled the finger back out. A quick squirt of more lube had him pushing two fingers in and panting.

He closed his eyes and put his head back, twisting his wrist so he could get the best angle. He deliberately went deep and fast, wanting a quick but satisfying release. With his left hand working his cock in time, he knew it wouldn't be long before he was where he wanted to be.

A hard, deep kiss on his lips caught him completely off guard.

Konnor opened his eyes and looked over at Grayson, having momentarily fallen into the fantasy and forgotten he was there. There was a very sexy smile on his lips as he watched.

“Sorry. I couldn't help myself,” he said, so breathless that anyone would have thought he'd actually been participating.

“Get over here, you big oaf.” Konnor sighed, smiling as he removed his fingers. He grabbed a few tissues off the bedside table to clean himself up and waited for his boyfriend to move.

Grayson tutted, making him stop. Then he reached over, took his right hand and lifted it to his mouth.

Konnor just about came, watching his boyfriend open his mouth and suck his two fingers. Then Grayson's eyes closed as he ran his tongue between them, clearly having disapproved of his attempt to wipe them off on a tissue. When his fingers were completely spit-shined, Grayson let go and smiled down at him.

“You are...ridiculously beautiful, when you forget yourself,” Grayson insisted, as he reached for the lube, letting Konnor see the way his muscles rippled and his abs tightened with the move. Then a hand softly slid over his thigh and slipped between his legs.

He kept his legs shut and beckoned his boyfriend over with a finger.

“What? You don't want to, now?” He chuckled, moving until he was hovering over him on all fours.

Konnor kissed him for a minute, needing the reassurance of their love for one another. They had been together longer than he'd ever been with anyone else. “I want to kiss you for a really long time,” he whispered.

Grayson beamed happily. “You're a total romantic, you know that? All you really want is to make out with me,” he teased, while never losing his smile.

“You've been gone all week,” Konnor argued. He'd missed him; was it so wrong to want a few hours alone with him?

“I know. That's what I love about you.”

Grayson kissed him, gripping the back of his head with both hands while slipping Konnor's legs out from underneath him and wrapping them around his waist, bringing them into even closer contact. He sucked on Grayson's tongue and let his hands wander. Konnor let his mouth drift from those pouting lips to the long expanse of neck. He sucked and nipped, toying with Grayson.

“Konnor,” Grayson sighed and ran his hands over his shoulders. He hummed, to let him know he was listening. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Konnor couldn't tell if the whisper was because he was breathless and on edge already, or because he didn't really want him to hear the words. “What for?” he asked, while licking his way down his neck.

“For that beautiful moment. I really need this. To see you fall apart, without me. To see how much you need me. Today was–” he said, with a hint of sadness in his voice. “–horrible.”

“Is that why you didn't go into work today?” Konnor wondered, as he gently teased the heavy balls in the palm of his hand with his thumb. He'd been curious about Grayson's claim of a shift change, meaning he didn't have to work early today, but had been too happy about the extra day together to really question it. Until now.

Grayson moaned and shifted, running his hand over his shoulder again. “I didn't go in today because I quit,” he explained, finally.

“I'm sorry, you what?” Konnor asked, in surprise. He pushed Grayson onto his back and straddled him, sitting back on his heels and removing every point of skin-to-skin contact that he could, until he had an answer.

Grayson offered him a guilty smile. “I quit my job,” he confessed, clarifying that Konnor had heard what he thought he heard. He didn't even have to ask why, before Grayson pushed himself up to lean on his elbows. “I hate it there. I hate that I cover shift after shift for everyone else, but no one is willing to cover for me, when I want time off to be with you,” he explained, with big sad eyes that cut right through him.

Konnor would never understand how he was capable of doing that. Any time Grayson was upset, it tore his heart out.

“They changed my shifts, Konnor. They scheduled me to work on your birthday, then told me I couldn't change it,” he pouted, with a pleading gaze that begged him to understand. And he did. He knew how important it was for his boyfriend to never again spend his birthday anywhere but with him. He felt the same about Grayson's birthday.

“I'm sorry,” Konnor apologised, as he reached out and ran his hand over Grayson's flat stomach. He was right; he worked so hard to accommodate other people, even at the last minute, even when it interfered with his own plans. Grayson was a team player, but it seemed like his colleagues and his boss weren't and that was going to hurt him if he stayed there any longer.

“Are you going to look for another job?” he asked.

“No.” Grayson smiled and bit his lip, suddenly looking guilty. “I want all the time I can get with you,” he admitted, with a faint flush to his cheeks.

“Really?” Konnor couldn't help but laugh. That was great news. No more trying to work around each other's shifts, no more fighting for time together. He loved that he was the one who could take that stress and frustration from Grayson, to replace it with nothing but good feelings and a climbing heart rate. “Well, maybe if you're really good, I'll give you a repeat performance later,” he offered, happy to go it alone if it would keep that smile on his face.

The hands on his waist drifted down to his groin, framing his cock with his fingers. “I think we should film it. Then I won't have to wait until we're together before I can see you all hot and bothered for me,” Grayson said, with a chuckle of amusement.

Konnor pushed his hands away, raising an eyebrow at him, since that was not on the agenda. “I'd like to see you try,” he admitted, as that would certainly be interesting. More than likely, Grayson would get a black eye for the effort. He had no interest in doing that again and being stuck with a visual record of some sexual experiment. Though, he knew fine well that his boyfriend had no inclination towards recording their encounters either. It was just his usual teasing, trying to sound more adventurous than he was.

“Is that right?” Grayson beamed and bit his lip. “How about upping the ante? I'll even tell you the big secret,” he decided, surprising him with the sudden change of heart.

“You will?”

“Yeah. How about you marry me?” he counter-offered.