Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

“Fuck, Henry…” I moaned in defeat.

Henry wrapped his hand around my shaft, his warm palm squeezing me rhythmically.

“I want you too, Henry,” I whispered, letting my lips travel from his mouth to his jaw, his neck.

With his free hand, he grabbed my forearm, pushing me lower. It wasn’t much of a push, and I found Henry’s sizeable erection rather quickly. I let my fingers trace its length, marveling at the texture of his thickness, committing to memory the feel of his veins and the thickness of his shaft.

The sound that escaped his lips was something like a cry and a moan all at once. I ran my thumb across his wet slit, spreading it in the same way he did to me.

“Make… make me come… Grayson, I’m so…”

“You didn’t say please,” I said, my voice gravelly and dark, nipping at his lips.

Henry thrust himself against me greedily as he stroked my shaft, which was now fully out of its boxer prison. His hand wrapped tightly around my shaft and I ground myself against him, fucking his hand until the head of my leaking cock brushed against his rough palm.

Fucking hell, Henry likes to play dirty!

“Please, Grayson…” he moaned into my mouth.

I wanted to feel his skin against mine, but I also didn’t want to ruin this perfect moment.

I quickened my pace as I stroked him, squeezing in intervals. His cock throbbed in my hands, swollen and thick, and I could only imagine how it would feel in my mouth, cutting off my airway.

Fuuuuck….

“Oh fuck, Grayson, I’m—”

I covered Henry’s mouth with mine, knowing I was about to come too.

Henry collapsed into my kiss, his entire body melting as his hot, wet release coated my hand, sliding through my fingers. His cock pulsed in my grip, and I came with an unrelenting growl, thrusting myself against his hold as I spilled myself in his hand.

I kissed Henry with promise, with hope. We were both a hot and sticky mess, but it felt like everything was different, and a good different.

Like we’d finally crossed some invisible line and everything was going to change.

And as we lay there, in blissful post-orgasm ecstasy, tangled together, I had never felt such peace.

I only hoped that when we woke up tomorrow, that peace would still be there.

CHAPTER 27

Henry

I curled into the warmth surrounding me, breathing in the faint scent of smoke mixed with and underlying lavender.

Grayson.

Immediately, the memories of the previous day, and night, came flooding back to me. How we’d woken up together just like this—tangled around one another like vines—and how scared I’d been because I liked how it felt.

The way his fingertips traced smooth lines along my skin, or how his leg fit perfectly in between mine.

A part of me still wanted to panic, to run to the shower and gather my feelings so I could convince myself I didn’t feel anything.

But as I opened my eyes, only to catch Grayson staring at me with a look that only made my insides melt and my cock twitch, I found resistance absolutely futile.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Grayson drawled, his voice still a tad bit hazy from his slumber as he gently kissed me. His palm against my hip was warm, but it didn’t wander. Instead, it stayed frozen in one place as if he was panicking, as if he too, was nervous.

But I suppose that was my fault.