When they arrived at Nolan’s apartment, Nolan didn’t waste any time. He grabbed Grayson by the ears and crashed their lips together.
Grayson rolled with it, giving as good as he got, dragging Nolan through the middle of the loft. Nolan wanted a distraction? Grayson would give him one.
Grayson heard Nolan’s bag hit the floor, so he let go of his own near the sofa, then continued pulling Nolan toward the corner of the loft. Nolan maneuvered them around the screen and toward the bed.
“Get naked,” Grayson said.
Nolan didn’t even pause before peeling off his clothes. Grayson mirrored his movements, unbuttoning and taking off his shirt, shucking his pants, pulling off his shoes. As if to call back to the first time Grayson had been in this space, Nolan raised an eyebrow and tossed his clothes on the floor.
Grayson laughed. “You’re a rebel.”
Nolan smiled, which was good. They were both down to just their briefs now. Grayson ran his hands over Nolan’s chest and linked his fingers behind Nolan’s neck and said, “If I could take your pain away, I would.”
“I believe you.”
“I can’t do that, but Icantry really hard to make you forget about it for a while.”
“Kiss me.”
Who was Grayson to turn down a command like that?
As they kissed, Grayson steered Nolan toward the bed. Since the last time Grayson had been here, Nolan had put blush pink bedding on the bed, and Grayson spared a thought for whatever thought process had gone through Nolan’s head when he’d picked it—it added softness to the otherwise industrial vibe of the whole loft—but then he pushed all of that aside and pushed Nolan on the bed.
Nolan laughed when his back hit the mattress. His hair was disheveled now, and when his mouth was open in a smile like that, his whole face seemed to glow. Nolan’s body betrayed his beauty regimen; he was the kind of high-maintenance guy who wanted you tothinkhe was low-maintenance, so he wore expensive T-shirts and often had a little scruffy beard growth on his face. But his chest had been waxed recently, and he clearly used good moisturizers. Grayson was growing to love all the little contradictions that made up Nolan. He had taken to teasing Nolan about his beige taste on set, but Nolan was really anything but beige.
“Stay put,” Grayson ordered.
Nolan disobeyed and shifted around on the bed until he was perpendicular to the custom wrought iron headboard. He stripped off his briefs, so he was now beautifully, perfectly naked.
He wasn’t very aroused, though. Grayson would have to work on that.
Grayson danced a little, moving to a random hip-hop beat from a song that had been stuck in his head all day. Then he turned around and showed Nolan all the goods. Grayson obviously couldn’t see his own ass, but he’d received many compliments on it in the past. So he hooked his thumbs into his briefs and shimmied them down his hips.
Nolan whistled.
Grayson tried not to laugh because he was going for sexy, not funny, but he appreciated that Nolan was getting into this. Grayson twirled his briefs around his finger before flipping them toward the pile of clothes. Then he danced over to the nightstand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He showed it to Nolan, who nodded.
So, yeah, they were doing this.
Nolan had his hand on his own cock, which had clearly taken an interest in the proceedings. Grayson swatted his hands out of the way and then swallowed him. Nolan groaned. Grayson continued to blow him until he was good and hard and writhing on the bed. Then he turned around and shoved his ass in Nolan’s face.
“Get me ready,” Grayson said.
“Somebody’s bossy.”
“You want it too.”
“You’re right.”
Nolan wasn’t shy. He gave Grayson’s balls a squeeze and then shoved two lubed-up fingers inside Grayson. It hurt, but in a startling, delightful way, and Grayson moaned around Nolan’s cock.
Nolan’s mouth was getting into some interesting places—Grayson was glad he’d showered very thoroughly before he’d left for the set, but he was probably a little sweaty now—and he continued to stretch Grayson.
Grayson had thought this would be kind of a wham, bam, thank you, man encounter, meant to blow Nolan’s mind. But now Nolan was running his hands almost reverently over Grayson’s backside, and the kisses he planted on Grayson’s skin felt almost worshipful. Wasthathow he wanted to play this?
Grayson wasn’t sure if he could handle a deep, emotional moment without completely melting, so he shifted the mood again by rotating his body until he knelt over Nolan’s hips.
“You ready?” Grayson asked.
