Darius let out a sleepy grunt and winced when he tried to move.
“I think you’re running a low fever,” Gray murmured. “I’ll let you get back to sleep as soon as you’ve eaten. You need water too.”
He could practically see how hard the cobwebs of sleep clung to Darius. Moving a millimeter seemed like an impossible task, as if his body weighed a ton. But eventually, he turned onto his side and forced his eyes open just a little bit.
Gray brushed a finger between Darius’s brows, smoothing out the deep frown.
“What time is it?” Darius asked in his roughest morning voice.
“A little past six.” Gray rolled down the duvet so he could see the wrap around Darius’s knee. It hadn’t bled through whatsoever, so that had to be good. “How’s your shoulder?”
“S’fine,” Darius whispered, closing his eyes again. “Can I have another hour?”
“You can have however many you want—after you’ve eaten.” Gray let his gaze wander. Sometimes, he couldn’t help it. He was constantly taken aback by the raw strength of his powerhouse of a man. All his stories, his history, every scar. He ghosted his hand up Darius’s thigh, feeling the muscle underneath, and failed to put into words just how addicted to this man he was. It went beyond love. It was so much more. Admiration, pride, sheer wonder.
Darius was still wearing the towel from his shower earlier, and he loosened it, maybe noticing Gray’s staring. A glance his way let him know, yeah, Darius was watching, and it was a sexy sight. His eyes seemed greener today, darker, and full of sleep.
“Take care of me, boy.”
Fuck.
Gladly.
Gray carefully pushed at Darius’s hip to nudge him onto his back again, and then Gray followed, crawling over him and sucking his cock into his mouth. Worship was the only word that came to his mind. He wanted to worship Darius.
Darius exhaled and sank into the mattress, and his cock slowly but surely grew harder and thicker. And longer.
“Fuck, your mouth is magical, baby,” Darius murmured drowsily.
Gray went all in, wanting to bring his release as soon as possible. Just something to take the edge off. He swirled his tongue around Darius’s cock, tracing every ridge, devouring every inch. He hollowed out his cheeks and tightened his lips, and he gripped the base with one hand and used the other to roll Darius’s tight sac in his hand, like he liked it.
Darius breathed a curse, and it was easy to tell he was trying not to tense up. Whenever his thighs trembled, he did his best to unclench again. Another reason for Gray to redouble his efforts and get his man off quickly.
Only a minute or two later, Darius let go with a low groan and started coming down Gray’s throat.
Shit, he’d have to excuse himself to jerk off in the bathroom or something, ’cause he wasn’t gonna demand a damn thing from Darius right now. But Gray had to have something, and it was Darius’s fault. Because before him, it had never been so satisfying and simultaneously sexually frustrating to pleasure someone.
“Fuck…” Darius breathed heavily and scrubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t think I can leave the bed.”
Gray pressed a kiss to Darius’s hip, then sat up again and wiped his mouth. “You’re gonna have to.” He leaned over and kissed Darius on the lips next.
Darius held him there and deepened the kiss. “Lemme take care of you too.”
Gray shook his head. “You have to eat.”
“Ryan’s right. You’re really bossy sometimes.”
“No other way to survive in the Quinn family, my love.” Gray smiled and patted Darius’s cheek lightly. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick, and then I’m starting the grill. It gives you about twenty minutes to get your sexy ass out on the patio.”
Five
That should be enough. They’d been too ambitious earlier today, preparing the grill and thinking they could make hot dogs before resting. So technically, the grill had been ready for hours already, and Gray didn’t think the briquettes required any more lighter fluid.
Once the fire had spread to every piece, he went back inside and filled a tray with everything they needed. Three types of sausages, hot dog buns, condiments, water, soda, and napkins.
When Gray came outside again, Ryan was there. He sat down with a yawn and pulled out his smokes.
“Niko, are you awake?” Ryan hollered.
Niko merely held up a hand and offered a two-finger wave from his pool float.
“Kid’s gonna get a sunburn,” Ryan muttered. “So will you, Gray. Go put on a shirt.”
Gray snickered and glanced back at him from the grill. “Can’t stand seeing my abs, huh?”
“That’s neither here nor there.”
Ryan was too funny.
Gray inspected the fire, figuring it was gonna be a while before it settled, then joined Ryan at the table and sat down next to him. “I was gonna ask Darius something earlier, but I forgot.”