“It won’t be.” Because he trusted Grady, knew him in ways that time should tell him were impossible, but how did you put a measure on that? Who set up the rules on how long it took to connect with someone? To become friends. To feel like you knew them in ways you couldn’t understand. To fall for them.
Deacon lifted his hips, and Grady’s fingers clung to his waistband for a moment before he pulled the briefs down. Deacon was already hard and aching, his balls full and ready to spill. His cock bounced against his stomach, and Grady sucked air through his teeth. “Jesus, this cock. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Grady winked, making Deacon smile.
“Pretty?” He couldn’t imagine thinking of a dick that way, but then, he hadn’t ever really thought about dick before Grady, unless it was just pleasuring his own.
“Pretty big.” Grady kissed one hip bone. “Pretty sexy.” His mouth dipped to the other. “Pretty thick…pretty hot…pretty desirable…pretty good on my tongue?” He smiled around his last statement. “I’m dying to taste you.” Their gazes held as Grady started at the base of his shaft, licking his way to the tip.
Deacon bowed off the mattress, pleasure shooting off inside him. It had been so goddamned long. “Do that again.”
“What’s the magic word?” Grady asked, then buried his face in Deacon’s groin, rooting his mouth and nose around in his tight, black curls before inhaling a deep breath. “I love the scent of being with a man.”
Deacon’s cock twitched. That was maybe the hottest thing he’d ever heard or seen in his whole damn life. “Suck me. Please, Grady, put your mouth on me.”
“Gladly.”
Deacon cried out at the feel of Grady’s hot, wet mouth on him. At the feel of Grady’s tongue sliding against his shaft as he sucked him. He used his hand in unison, going all the way down, nose buried in Deacon’s pubes, dick down his throat, before pulling off and nursing the head.
He gripped the sheet, his eyes squeezed closed as he fought off the orgasm that already threatened. It would be embarrassing as hell to already come, to spurt in Grady’s mouth just seconds after he began blowing him. His hand fisted in Grady’s hair as the mouth on his cock traveled down to his balls, licking and sucking on his full sac.
Deacon wanted to blow his load in Grady’s mouth.
He wanted to know what it felt like to be inside him.
Deacon tugged, and Grady came easily until he was lying on top of him, their mouths fused together. They kissed, Deacon’s hands sliding down his body, finding a home on Grady’s tight ass. He pulled him closer, nearly dissolved. It was so damn good to feel Grady’s dick against his, the memory of being in his mouth fresh.
“I want…”
“What do you want, Deke? Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”
Deacon believed him, thought maybe he would give Grady anything too. “Do you let people fuck you? We can wait if…”
“Yes. Hell yes. I’d love to feel you inside me.”
They stared at each other, breathed each other’s air, before Grady got off him. He went to his things, to the bag he had beside the dresser, and pulled out a bottle and a condom. Shit. Deacon hadn’t even thought about those things. He hadn’t used a condom since he’d first started having sex and had never needed lube to have sex.
Grady started back toward him, his boxer briefs tented.
When he got to the side of the bed, he set the supplies down, then swiftly pulled his underwear off, but didn’t move afterward. Deacon took him in. His balls looked heavy, hung down a bit, bigger than Deacon’s. Grady’s cock was hard, pointing upward, about the same length as Deacon’s, maybe a little longer, but not as thick. There was a pearl at the tip, his precome beginning to drip down.
“Too much?” Grady asked. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”
But he hadn’t. He was just… “I like looking at you. It’s different, of course. I’d be a liar if I said it wasn’t. Part of me is scared. Part of me is sad because I never… Shit. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”
“It’s okay, Deke. You never expected to be with anyone other than your wife, and you sure as hell didn’t expect to be with a man. But life took you on a detour, and we’re here. The question is, are you okay with that, or do you want to turn back the way you came?”
Deacon’s hand trembled as he reached out, as he wrapped a hand around Grady’s hot shaft and gave it one stroke. “I like where I am a whole lot. Don’t want to be anywhere else. It’s a whole new landscape, unfamiliar, but damned if I don’t want to explore it, if I don’t want everything you’ll give me.” He hoped that wasn’t too much, but this meant a lot to him. He wanted to make sure Grady knew that.