Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

Grayson had been right, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. Being on top of my horse felt… nice. The vantage point was pretty, but also there was a peacefulness I didn’t know I’d experience. My sister tried her best to give me tips, and I tried my best to listen, but I couldn’t focus entirely because the sight of Grayson—who was wearing tight, riding pants and a form-fitting long sleeve—was too much to tear my sights from.

I watched the way he mounted his horse, in one fell swoop, knowing he’d probably done this before a million times. But something about watching him felt like it was the first time. And I was captivated by the way he administered his control. How boldly he gripped the reins, his commanding voice.

He trotted up next to his sister, only looking over his shoulder once at my sister and I, his dark eyes commanding me the same way he did his horse.

Let me lead.

My cock and I were powerless to resist, and so I gripped my reins and followed Grayson into the woods like a lamb to the slaughter.

CHAPTER 23

Henry

The ride through the mountains was a lot better than I expected. Aside from the sound of the horses neighing and trotting, there was a serenity to the woods. Birds tweeting and chirping and small animals skittering through bushes. Our ride took most of the day, and I came to learn that the trail we were riding led us through seven waterfalls.

To say it was breathtaking would be an understatement, and I started to think perhaps my sister was right. Maybe I did need to just let myself enjoy things, rather than over think them. So that was exactly what I had vowed to do the rest of the day, and the rest of the weekend.

Just… enjoy the moment.

The relaxing air as my horse and I trotted through the woods, the beauty of nature. I even enjoyed talking to Aaron and his best man, Riley, a little bit about their travels and the places they’d been. The places I’d like to see someday.

Though it seemed as if the tables had flipped, because the more comfortable I became in my current environment, the more comfortable I got with the conversations and the people, Grayson seemed to do the exact opposite. Aside from his flirtatious training earlier, he kept to the front of the group, leading us with Giselle, but he was mostly quiet.

A part of me wondered if it was something I said or did, but Mia had informed me Grayson was usually quite stoic when he rode. I wasn’t sure if sisterly DNA told her I was pining on the inside, or if she was genuinely just trying to pry about my feelings toward Grayson. She always did have a knack for pulling the things out of me I refused to tell anyone.

CHAPTER 24

Henry

I watched the fire dance as we all surrounded ourselves around it. After a most delicious dinner of fire-roasted beef and vegetables that probably cost more than my luggage, we were served with an array of after-dinner drinks and fireside desserts. Where s’mores were a staple at all the campfires apparently, there were other desserts to choose from.

I’d always been a simple man, something Grayson taunted me about, of course, but even then, when I expected him to say something, he was rather quiet.

Perhaps he is just having an off day or something.

I sipped my warmed Glühwein, a concoction Giselle told me derived from the Germans and was quite popular around the holidays, relishing in the sweetness of the mulled spices and the burn of the heated alcohol as it coated my throat and warmed me from the inside.

It truly was the best drink I’d had, and it was perfect to sip around the campfire in a copper mule mug amidst the chilly mountain air.

Thanks to the WiFi available in the glampgrounds, Julie was able to access her Spotify, and graciously provided us with a playlist that was probably as chaotic and unhinged as she was.

Seriously, I was not a fan of Axe 2 Grind or Taylor Swift, but I wasn’t the one controlling the tunes.

The sounds of Willow and The Anxiety’s Meet Me At Our Spot swept through the air, the singers crooning on about being hypnotized by the lights, and I couldn’t help but look up from my current marshmallow sandwich, catching sight of Grayson lit up by the strings of outdoor lights, grumbling over his burnt marshmallow, twisting his lips in frustration.

I couldn’t take my gaze off of Grayson, who sat more or less by himself, away from the rest of us.

I didn’t like seeing Grayson like this.

Removed, quiet.

Alone.

Maybe it was because I knew what it felt like to be alone, maybe it was because Grayson had told me that he felt like an outcast too.

Or maybe it had something to do with the three glasses of Glühwein I’d had.

I assembled the rest of my perfect s’more and walked over to where he sat. Immediately, his gaze flashed up at me, and I could have sworn he looked surprised. I handed him my s’more.