“Christ, Grant,” Royce shuddered and his back arched. Grant growled in agreement as he pushed his face between Royce’s asscheeks. His tongue swept over hot, tightly puckered flesh and Grant’s eyes rolled at the crisp, softly soapy taste of Royce.
Grant licked like this… Grant licked like that... Royce shivered. Grant licked like that again...
“Holy fuck,” Royce panted as his fingers twisted in the bedding.
Grant licked more… Grant sucked.
“Grant!”
Grant sucked again…
Royce’s hole flinched as he moaned and heat and pressure plumed in Grant’s groin. Grant rocked his hips against the end of the mattress and his cock throbbed as it was crushed against the fly of his jeans.
Grant licked this way…
The tight skin beneath Grant’s lips and tongue became sweeter and hotter as his mouth was saturated with the taste of Royce’s skin and sweat and a strangled cry echoed through the room.
Grant sucked hard…
He made a greedy sound as his tongue ground and probed and Royce reached back and his fingers tangled in Grant’s hair. Royce chanted his name as he rode his tongue and Grant’s pulse throbbed in his ears and his erection as he bucked against the mattress.
Grant licked that way…
He lost himself in the heady chorus of Royce’s moans, groans, and prayers as Grant’s tongue and lips bathed and worshiped, making him wetter and wilder. Grant longed for the feel of hot, flickering, twitching skin beneath his lips and the salty tang of arousal and he cherished Royce’s tortured cries. Pleasure and heat roared and swept down Grant’s limbs as his nerves flared and there were tears in his eyes. He moaned ecstatically at the hard wave of lust and joy that crashed into him as Royce thrashed and begged breathlessly.
Grant licked like that… Grant licked like this...
“Please, Grant... I have to.... I can’t....” Royce’s voice was strained and broken. It made Grant harder and there was a rush of anticipation as the throbbing pleasure in his groin and sack swelled into the base of his erection. He rolled Royce onto his back and Grant had never felt as high or as light as he did when his tongue swirled around the head of Royce’s cock. He took him deep into his throat as his hand pumped.
Grant sucked hard...
“Grant! Grant, I... Oh, fuck, Grant!” Royce sobbed as his back bowed and his heels dug into the bed.
Grant licked slowly...
“Grant...”
Grant sucked as his tongue swirled...
“Oh...fuck.”
Grant sucked as his hand squeezed tight and pumped.
Boom. A rush of cum flooded Grant’s mouth and he turned into light and heat as his body imploded. Cum burst from Grant’s cock as his lips and tongue pulled at Royce’s shaft and he didn’t want to let go of the euphoric bliss of another body in his hands and mouth.
“Sweet Jesus...” Royce sobbed weakly as he scrubbed his face with his hands. “How did you...?” He laughed as he sat up and reached for Grant. “How many tongues do you have?” Royce asked as his hand slid around Grant’s jaw and their lips brushed.
Grant panicked.
“I need to go,” Grant said as he scrambled back and Royce groaned as his arms stretched.
“Don’t go!” He begged but Grant shook his head as he reached behind him for the door.
“You said I could...” Grant choked out. Royce whimpered as his hand pushed into his hair.
“Ok. You’re right, I did,” he grumbled and his fists slammed onto the bed before he fell back and pulled a pillow over his face.
Grant stumbled into the hall then tripped down the stairs. He slammed his bedroom door shut behind him and crashed into his shower. He turned on the water as a laugh/sob tore from him and his body shook with a jumbled, choking torrent of grief and relief. He didn’t want to need someone who wasn’t Chris but it was so good to finally feel something with someone again. He clung to the tiles and gave into the pain and exhaustion and fought his way out of his jeans and socks. He was glad he kicked off his shoes somewhere between the door and Royce’s bed as he tugged and pushed his wet clothes away. Grant managed to turn off the water and crawl into his crying robe and into bed before he dove into his pillow.
Chapter 23
The hangover’s not as bad as I was expecting, Grant noted as the patio doors came into focus and the sun reflected on the pool. It’s Saturday. He shut his eyes and absorbed the soothing perfection of his bed, in that moment. If it was a weekday, Grant would have to force himself to get going. Audrey would have to be somewhere by 7:00 or he’d have errands to run and need to grab his coffee at The Six Beans before the morning rush. Even though the morning rush consisted of a handful of D.C. commuters and wives on their way into Bethesda to do their grocery runs. But it was Saturday and everyone would assume Grant was sleeping in because he got carried away with Royce the night before. Grant could stay in his bed as long as he wanted and no one would be the wiser. Except… You did get carried away with Royce last night, Grant reminded himself. He let out a grumbling jumble of curses and whys as he rubbed the salt from his raw eyes then pushed his face into the pillow. Thank God no one’s expecting to see you tomorrow. He just had to figure out how to avoid Royce. Grant let out a long sigh and found just enough energy to roll over.
“Fuck!” Grant squawked and jerked back as Royce smiled brilliantly down at him.
“Good morning! I hope that wasn’t regret I just heard,” he drawled as he tossed the newspaper he was reading on the bedside table. He was in a t-shirt and pajama pants and he wasn’t under the duvet but it was still a shock for Grant, waking up with a man in his bed.
“What are you doing?” Grant asked as he pulled himself upright so he was sitting.
“I brought your coffee!” Royce announced as he presented Grant with a mug. Grant eyed it warily before he raised a brow at Royce.
“Thanks,” he said as he took it then gave it a cautious sniff before taking a sip. It tasted like it was supposed to. “Why?” Grant asked and Royce hummed happily as he wiggled and shifted until he was on his side and propped his head up with his hand.
“Last night was phenomenal. Just…phenomenal.” Royce made a dreamy, contented sound as his gaze settled on Grant’s lips. Grant squeezed his shoulders together and his eyes shut as he drank and wished he could crawl into his mug.
“Please, don’t!” He whispered but Royce clicked his teeth.
“I really think I should,” he said and ignored Grant’s glare. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t want to come out and were contemplating a day in bed and a downward spiral so I thought I’d bring you coffee and tell you exactly what was on my mind. I’m sure you’re dealing with a lot of confusing feelings but I didn’t want you to spend too much time worrying about my feelings or my opinion of you,” Royce explained. Grant’s eyes became dry and burned as he stared at the duvet.
“How did you know that?” He whispered and Royce chuckled as he shook his head then caught Grant’s chin and turned him.
“Because that’s how anyone would feel after last night but you’re also recovering from a traumatic emotional injury while wrestling with anxiety and depression. I’d probably want to stay in bed too,” he said gently and his eyes drifted back to Grant’s lips. The heavy in Grant’s chest lightened and he smiled. It would spread later and make even the smallest task daunting and draining but Royce made it seem less sad, in a way, and much less pathetic.