Griffin must’ve been thinking the same thing, because he asked, “Can we go back to kissing, or would you like me to find a movie?”
A movie would be smart, but my dick was still rock-hard and I’d never been smart about Griffin. I turned toward him, reaching out.
This kiss was slower, soft motions of lips and tongue, relearning a landscape I’d once known by heart. Griffin tilted his head to fit our mouths together, then wrapped an arm around me and leaned back, pulling me on top of him as he went.
“I’ll squash you,” I protested, catching myself on one arm.
“I can handle you.” He hugged me close.
I kissed his cheekbone and his temple and pressed my face into the warm curve of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent. He nuzzled my ear and worked a leg under me so he could clamp his calf across the back of my knees. With a hand behind my head, he pulled me down, found my mouth again, and kissed me breathless, his hold on me so tight I had no room to worry. All I could do was kiss him back. I found myself humping him and he slid his hands to my ass, encouraging the motion. Through our jeans, the hard rod of his cock rubbed alongside mine.
“Can I blow you?” he asked when our kiss ended.
To hell with slow.“Would you fuck me?” I wanted everything, no more waiting.
“Fuck, yes.” He hesitated. “Not sure I have condoms in the apartment. This wasn’t that kind of trip.”
I nipped his chin, laughing at the rasp of his stubble under my teeth. “Nurse, gay, single. I put fresh condoms in my pocket.”
“I do like a man who comes prepared, or, y’know, a man who comes.” He kissed me fast. “Even though this couch is the best thing about my apartment, I still want the bed so I can treat you right.”
“Good idea.” I worked my way free of his embrace and stood, then held a hand down and hauled him up against me.
He kissed me again, clinging to my fingers. “It’s a long way to the bedroom, though.”
“We’ll manage. Lead on.”
Griffin’s room was a mere twenty feet away. I followed as he tugged me in his wake across the room and in at the first door. Enough evening light came through the half-drawn curtains to show me another bare space with a dresser, a nightstand, and— thank goodness— what looked like a king-sized bed. Griffin released my hand and crossed the room to turn on a bedside light and close the curtains. When we were safely private in the lamplit space, he tugged off his shirt and turned to face me.
Back in the day, Griffin had worked out a lot. The big arms and tight chest had helped with his construction job and won him fans at his concerts. At fifty-six, his skin had a little slack here and there, but he clearly still stayed fit. A mix of silver and brown hair dusted his chest and belly, while the hair on his arms was still dark over curved biceps. His waist wasn’t as trim, but I was the last person to be throwing stones. “Looking damned good,” I told him.
“Thanks.” He stripped off his jeans, revealing black briefs and very edible thighs, then gestured at me. “You?”
For the last ten years, hell, the last fifteen, I’d always hesitated in this moment. A lot of the time, I stuck to fast anonymous blow jobs where most of the clothes stayed on. I trusted Griffin not to be cruel, as some guys had been, but still I was reluctant to bare myself to his scrutiny.
“Let me?” Griffin came to me and set his hands on my chest, cupping the roundness of my tits that a couple of guys had mocked. He pinched my nipples through the shirt, making megasp. “Can I unwrap the present I’ve wanted for the last twenty years?”
“I’m not the same—”
“Shh.” He kissed me, then rubbed his cheek on mine, his stubble tugging at my freshly trimmed beard, and ran his hands down to the hem of my shirt. “I’ve been hard for an hour, looking at you. Let me see.”
“All right.” I stood still, cooperating as he worked my shirt upward, raising my arms so he could pull it over my head. As the fabric skimmed my face, I closed my eyes, then kept them closed as my body was bared to him.
“Hell, yeah.” There was no mistaking the appreciation in his tone. “Big hunk of man. God, I’m going to love fucking you. Just look at you.”
“I don’t work out enough.” I gathered the courage to open my eyes.
“You’re busy. Anyhow, I don’t want a muscle queen. This?” He ran his hands down my arms, then back up and down my chest. “This is the sexy bear I’ve been imagining under your scrubs. And I get to eat you up.” He gave me a light shove. “Get on the bed. I want to get those very flattering jeans off you and go to town.”
“Oh.” I had no chance to protest as he smothered me with kisses, mouth and neck, arms and chest, even hands, then bore me three steps back until I sat down on the bed. It creaked under my weight, but Griffin just pushed me farther onto the mattress, squatted, and popped the buttons of my jeans.
“Fuck, yeah.” He spread my fly open, ran his palm up the straining length of my dick under my boxer-briefs, then began working the jeans off my legs.
I had to help, lifting my ass and shimmying, then shoving the denim down my thighs while he pulled. “Fuck, been a couple of years since I wore those,” I muttered.
“They looked great on you but I want them off. There.” Griffin found a condom in my pocket and set it on the nightstand, then tossed my jeans aside. “Now socks.” When I’d toed them off, he added, “And those boxers. I mean, yes, dark green against your pale skin is sexy, but your naked dick will be even hotter.” He knelt in front of me. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he kneaded and nipped my hairy thighs. When he grabbed my waistband, I raised my butt again and let him strip the last vestige of cover off me and down over my feet. He tossed the boxer-briefs aside and stood. “Scoot up.”
With Griffin staring down at me like he wanted to eat me alive, I felt ridiculously desirable. I swung my feet around and slid up the bed toward the pillows. My cock bounced against my stomach, leaving shiny smears on my skin.
