Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

I rose from my seat, careful to hide my sudden erection as I walked to the door.

Cam stood there, with a cream piece of paper. He handed it to me like it was made of lava.

“What’s this?” I asked dryly.

“This is your itinerary for the evening,” he said with a grin.

I grabbed the paper, letting my gaze rove over the fancily printed sheet.

Lunch in the courtyard in thirty minutes.

Spa Soak and Reflexology at 1:30.

Walk at three pm.

Dinner in the courtyard, served tableside.

Smores & Campfire following.

I let out a sigh of my own as I dismissed Cam once more.

“Thank you, Cam,” I said, all but shutting the door in his annoying face.

“What was that all about?” Henry asked.

I turned to see him removing his shirt, headed for the shower. I swallowed harshly at the sight of him, his exposed, tanned, trim chest.

I’d been with plenty of muscle in my day, but there was something about Henry’s understated tone, the softness of his hips jutting out from his jeans, that made my already sensitive cock ache with desire.

I shifted my weight, my attention pulled to the beginning of moisture already starting to pebble at my head.

Fuck me sideways.

“Just, uh, our itinerary for the evening. Lunch in the courtyard in thirty minutes,” I said.

Henry nodded as he disappeared through the door to the shower, which wasn’t large by any means, but it was frosted glass, and therefore, at least it gave enough privacy that I wouldn’t have to suffer the sight of a blurred out, naked Henry taunting me and my stiff, leaking cock.

I turned away, grabbing my cock through my chinos as I cursed. Knowing Henry was only a mere feet away, naked was not helping matters.

The sound of water hitting the tile was like a lullaby, and I briefly looked over my shoulder. I couldn’t see him from where I had migrated to, on the edge of the king-sized bed, which meant he couldn’t see me either.

But I still felt a sense of shame and guilt as I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoning my pants. Considering anyone traipsing around outside would have quite the voyeuristic show if they decided to look in. Thankfully, a quick scan of the windowed perimeter was enough confirmation that Cam was indeed gone, and no one else was in sight. Still, the idea of someone—particularly a hot, naked someone I was a mere distance from—catching me with my swollen cock in hand, thrilled me more than I care to admit.

For God’s sake, if I didn’t take care of my unruly cock, I wouldn’t be able to think straight. Especially when Henry came out of his afternoon shower.

All wet, tanned, and…

I let my body fall back onto the bed with ease, pulling my cock free. I glanced once more to make sure Henry couldn’t see me, and I couldn’t see him. I could see the edges of the shower in my vision, the rest of it hidden by potted plants and a rather modern looking partition.

Checkmate.

My feet planted firmly on the ground, my chinos around my ankles, I slipped my hand around my sensitive shaft, using my fingers and thumb to spread the warm, sticky precum over my head, thrusting my hips up against my palm as I began to stroke myself. Despite the fact I couldn’t see him from this angle, my mind filled with images of Henry and his soft hips, his tanned chest.

His pouty, perfect lips.

I let my imagination wander, drawing the lines of fantasy once more. It didn’t take much, as the thought of Henry in the shower, with his own hand wrapped around his cock, was all I needed to cum, hard and fast.

I slid my hand over my head, if only to minimize my mess and hide the evidence of the shameful self-love session I’d just engaged in with the object of my desire a mere feet away. The desire to groan in ecstatic release was prevalent, but I didn’t want to draw attention to my guilty masturbation session.