He’s not mine, Colton thinks.
“There’s your boy. Your turn, Colton. I’ll come back when we’ve got transport and we’ll get him moved. Just do your best. Maybe come on his hole or see if he’ll nurse your cock?” Mack says like he’s suggesting aspirin or Tylenol.
And then he’s alone with Graham.
16
Colton strips down slowly. The shirt is easy. Shoes and socks are not a problem. Pants are a little more concerning and he leaves his underwear on. There is no reason to take them off. Graham is still unconscious on the cot and Colton lies down behind him, awkwardly climbing over him to get into the narrow gap of space. Graham turns over instantly, presses up close, inhales Colton’s skin and sighs in what seems like relief.
The joy of being unconscious.
Graham moans, body tightening and then relaxing as the vibrator in his ass continues to work. He isn’t leaking, though. And then Graham is shifting closer, cock finally hard where it presses against Colton’s groin. Lips brush his skin and Colton tries not to move.
“Colton,” Graham murmurs, mostly asleep, and his hand slips over Colton’s body to his ass, hauls him closer. “I need you.”
Colton is hard. It would be impossible not to be. Graham’s breathing is picking up, arousal building, Colton’s scent and proximity making Graham desperate.
Graham’s hand wanders to Colton’s cock, tries to stroke him through his underwear. He stills Graham’s hand. “No, Graham. Touch yourself instead.”
A noise of unhappiness. Colton takes Graham’s hand and puts it over his own cock, and Graham grips himself, starts to jerk himself off slowly, almost falling asleep as he does it. Colton gives them a little more distance between their bodies, looks between them, and gets Graham’s hand moving again. Another shudder goes through Graham and a spurt of come slips out of his cock.
Colton kisses Graham on the forehead, puts a hand on the back of Graham’s neck and grips him. “There you go. Good boy. You need to come, sweetheart.”
“Missed your hands,” Graham says, like a man about to die on the battlefield who has one last confession. It’s as if Graham’s not really here or there, seeming unaware of time or place.
This means nothing, Colton reminds himself. Graham is only being needy now because he’s out of it. If he was aware, he’d be pushing Colton away again. Colton needs to stay on task, be responsible, not get distracted by the beautiful and needy submissive begging so sweetly beside him.
“Show me how you want me to touch you then,” he rasps, heart breaking that this isn’t real.
“Kiss me.”
Colton leans down and kisses him, helpless not to.
Graham’s hand begins to move on himself. Up and down, knuckles brushing Colton’s stomach. “You won’t even do it with me? You’re sohard,” he whispers against Colton’s lips.
“Not yet. Just you,” he manages to say, closing his eyes to try to block out some of the desire roiling through him.
“Why can’t you help me?” Graham asks, close to begging.
He wants to scream at the unfairness of having Graham so close but not. “You know I like to see you. Prove to me you want me. It’s a… test,” he says, hands tight and to himself.
Graham whimpers and obeys, works for the orgasm. He’s straining, struggling. With a sharp exhale Colton puts a hand on Graham’s neck again, squeezes tight to help him come.
“Can I? Can I?” he begs.
“Of course. Come on, sweetheart.”
Graham comes with a cry, presses his mouth against Colton’s, open and wanting.
Colton’s breathing hard, his cock is aching, but he’s got himself on lockdown. He’s careful. He’s better than his desire. This is his own test.
“You’re not touching me,” Graham whispers. Fingers brush Colton’s lips. Wet and come-covered. Graham’s fingers push into his mouth, making Colton taste him, and it’s like his whole body is suddenly filled with napalm and lust.
Incinerating.
“Fuck,” Colton groans, sucking Graham’s fingers clean. “Please, don’t do that. I can’t… Fuck.” He shoves himself over, landing on his back, face turned away from Graham as he does everything he can to resist temptation.
Graham follows him, kisses his chest. Then he’s licking down Colton’s stomach and Colton raises a hand, puts it on Graham’s head to stop him, grips tight and hard, and Graham moans. He’s somehow pressing wet kisses to Colton’s cock through his underwear, the hot cavern of his mouth surrounding him through the fabric. Colton pulls hard to stop him, gasping in tortured breaths. “No. You… I don’t want you to regret this, honey. You have to stop.”
