Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

The resort was crawling with people, but as far as I was concerned there was only one person I was focused on.

My sister and her friends continued to drink and converse, the sun beating down on us and everyone within the courtyard. I watched as Henry spun his sister around the dance floor, smiling like he didn’t have a care in the world.

I liked seeing this side of him—even if it was because of the several glasses of wine we’d been tasting.

I knew somewhere deep beneath the surface, this was who Henry was. He just needed someone to remind him.

“Excuse me,” I said to no one in particular, as I made my way through the crowd toward the dance floor.

“Wait for me, Gray!” Julie crooned behind me, but I wasn’t concerned about her.

I wasn’t concerned about anyone except the fine specimen in front of me, who was lighting up the damn room. I saw the way the women on the floor were looking at him, and even some of the guys at the picnic tables I passed.

Possession swelled inside of me.

Mine.

That one is all mine.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I drawled as I approached a pink-cheeked Mia, who almost instantly backed away from her brother.

Up close together, the family resemblance was obvious. They both had the same eyes, the same perfect bone structure. But the dark hair and eyes on Henry were much more sultry than the dark hair and blue eyes his sister sported, not to mention his perfect, luscious lips.

Lips that I want to taste over and over again.

Lips that I want wrapped around my cock right about now.

“Oh, it’s fine, Gray,” Mia said with a hiccup, followed by a giggle.

Something sparkled in Henry’s eyes as he crossed his arms, his black polo making his golden tan stand out all the more.

“My dance card is full,” he said brattily, turning away from me. But I could see the hint of a smirk on his lips.

So, Henry wants to play.

“Perhaps you can make an exception,” I whispered in his ear, shifting just so he could feel my arousal against his thigh.

As expected, his eyes widened, flashing to mine, filled with heat.

The music was loud, and Henry looked back at his sister, who was now dancing with Giselle and Julie in a circle, the three of them laughing like little kids.

I slid my hand around Henry’s hip, pulling him toward me once more. The band struck up their next chords, something about she’d tell them what she really, really wanted… a melody and words that were achingly familiar, but I couldn’t quite place. The bass was thick, and it was some semi-dark electronic beat that sounded more like a heartbeat than a song. The woman crooned huskily.

Henry swayed his hips back and forth to the music, moving in tandem as I pulled myself closer, acutely aware that everyone could see us.

But I didn’t care. I wanted them to see us. I wanted everybody in fucking Brideshead to see what was mine.

“Everyone calls you Gray,” he murmured. “Everyone but me.”

I let out a dark chuckle.

“Is that what you want me to call you? Gray?” he asked hazily.

I hooked his chin under my knuckle, forcing him to look up at me. In his eyes, I could see a heat that was unmatched by any sun, any flame. I liked the sound of my name on his tongue, no matter how he said it. But something about the way he used my nickname, caused every nerve in my body to short circuit.

“You can call me whatever you want, baby,” I whispered drunkenly as I pressed my lips to his.

To his own inebriation, Henry did not fight me. Instead, he melted against me like butter, groaning into my mouth, making my already hard cock twitch with anticipation.