Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

Grayson slid his hand between us, his gaze fixated on mine as he ran his thumb over my slit before stroking me slowly. My eyes fluttered shut of their own accord as I tried to choke down the moan forming in my throat. But it was no use. My head fell against Grayson’s shoulder as my hips rocked forth and I thrust myself against his relentless hand, once more.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice full of command, full of lust.

I opened my eyes, lifting my head as I did what he asked.

His amber eyes held me still, like a statue. The only sensation I was acutely aware of was the warm water slicing over my skin and the pulsing of my cock in his warm, wet hand.

My lips parted instinctively as I sucked in a breath, and Grayson praised me.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathed, releasing my cock.

I whined without thinking, missing the feeling of his hand wrapped around me.

“Such pretty eyes you have,” he whispered, holding me still against him, our stiff cocks rubbing against one another. My head rolled back as his lips assaulted my neck, right over my erogenous zone.

I wrapped my hand around him, and he groaned, taking my lips with his.

“And these lips….” He groaned, breaking away to trace his fingers over my bottom lip, gently tugging at the flesh.

“I’ve been fantasizing about these lips for days,” he said, biting at my bottom lip in a way that made my fucking knees buckle.

My cock throbbed and I couldn’t help but grind myself against him. With the way he was touching me, the tone of his voice… I couldn’t help my sudden need.

My desperation.

I needed Grayson. I needed his order, his lead. I needed him to set me free.

With a shaky breath, I took his finger and slowly placed it in my mouth, taking careful precision not to gag myself—after all, that would be embarrassing—and slowly rolled my tongue around his finger, licking the tip of his finger, and groaning in slight exaggeration.

Grayson reacted just as I had hoped, cursing as he thrust himself against me.

“Such a little brat too,” he huffed as he set his hands on my hips and turned us around, backing me up against the wall of the shower, water splashing and running down his back now. The chill of the glass against my flesh was a welcome contrast to the heat between us.

Grayson placed his hands on my wrists, spreading my arms at my sides as he ground his wet, warm cock against me.

I gazed up at his dilated eyes, his lips still swollen from kissing me.

“Grayson, I—”

His expression softened and he removed one hand from my left wrist, instead, using it to trace gentle lines along my jaw.

“Yes, baby?” he murmured, and I think my soul left my body.

“I w… want…”

“Tell me what you want, Henry,” he said, kissing my lips gently. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

There were a hundred things I wanted to say, but because I’m a damn idiot and socially awkward as fuck, not to mention I’d been perpetually single for five years, the words that flew out of my mouth were, “I need you to know I’m clean. Before, we do anything else.” I squeaked.

Grayson smirked. “Is that what this is about? Because I can assure you my record is spotless.”

“I just… I meant what I said last night. It’s been a long time, and I… I should just stop right now, I—”

“Henry.” Grayson’s smooth voice pulled me like a magnet. “I meant what I said too. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said as he gently let up from where he pinned me. His fingers slid softly through my wet hair.

His words settled all the panic inside of me.

Because I did want him.