“Let’s go in this restaurant and get you something to eat.”
Grayson turned his head and glanced toward the building. He hadn’t realized they were in the parking lot of a restaurant. It looked fancy. He fidgeted at the idea of sitting in a nice place after the ups and downs of his night.
“Can we get our food to go and go back to your place instead?”
“If you’d like.”
Since Grayson heard the laughter in Finley’s voice, he pushed his luck. “Can we go through a drive-thru and get hamburgers and fries?”
“Is that what would make you happy?”
A bright smile lit Grayson’s face. He wanted a kid’s meal. His favorite place was giving away toy cars this month. “Yes.”
Finley kissed his ear again. “Okay, wee one. Get your seatbelt on and tell me where I’m going.”
With a giggle that sounded happy even to him, Grayson scrambled back to his seat. He was ready for the heaviness to disappear. Finley offered an outlet. Plus, he really loved tiny hamburgers. Life looked so much brighter.
Chapter Six
With his tongue held between his teeth, Grayson focused completely on drawing a pattern across his fries with ketchup. Finley couldn’t look away. Everything about Grayson fascinated him. He felt younger and older at the same time in Grayson’s company. That last part truly hit home tonight. Until now, he hadn’t worried too much about Grayson’s age or anything pertaining to that, because he had been determined they would only be friends. Now they were more, and that age gap kept sneaking into Finley’s thoughts.
“I need to ask you something.”
Grayson’s adorable green eyes shifted from his food to Finley. “Okay.”
Finley’s stomach muscles clenched with hunger. In fact, he was too hungry. That meant they needed to talk. He felt like a lecher, though. “Um.” Finley cleared his throat. “I’m a lot older than you.”
Grayson blinked, as if Finley’s words confused him. “Okay.”
Finley cleared his throat again. “I imagine that means I have a lot more sexual experience than you.”
A blush exploded across Grayson’s face, but he didn’t look away. “Okay. That wouldn’t be hard, even if we were the same age.”
Damn. That was what Finley figured. Finley nodded his understanding. “That’s all I needed to know. You don’t have to worry. I would never rush you into anything. We’ll go slow until you’re ready.”
Grayson nodded and ate his fries.
Finley watched with a knot in his gut. He needed to ignore his desire and let Grayson decide when to take the next step. Grayson’s happiness and comfort meant more than Finley’s needs. After all, Finley hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. Surely he could survive spending time with Grayson without falling on him like a lunatic. He had made it this far.
Grayson polished off his fries and drink. He stood. “Okay. I’m ready.”
It was Finley’s turn to blink. Surely Grayson didn’t mean he was ready, ready. Finley needed clarification. “For what?”
“To have sex.”
Grayson wasn’t blushing now.
Finley didn’t want to seem as if he planned to turn him down, but he had expected Grayson would want to move slower. “Are you sure?”
Grayson nodded. “I was ready when you carried me to bed a few weeks ago. This is better, though.”
Finley imagined so, since he wasn’t crying this time. He spun his stool sideways and motioned Grayson closer. The moment he was within snagging distance, Finley pulled Grayson between his knees so Grayson couldn’t get away. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel unwanted.” He ran his hands down Grayson’s back and cupped his ass. “You’re very sexy and very much wanted.”
A shy-looking smile touched Grayson’s lips. “You are too.”
Finley drew Grayson closer. “You can tell me to stop at any point and I will.”
Grayson nodded. “Okay. Stop.”
Finley immediately dropped his hands. “Fair enough.”
“That was just a test,” Grayson said, snagging Finley’s shirt. He hauled him down for a kiss. “We’re not stopping,” Grayson said as he claimed Finley’s mouth.
Finley exploded into action. While still exploring Grayson’s mouth, he came to his feet and lifted Grayson from his feet by his ass. He left Grayson no other choice but to wrap his legs around Finley’s waist. Finley headed down the hall. He was on fire. Finley hoped he could keep his word about going slow. He didn’t want to hurt Grayson. It was Finley’s job to keep him safe and baby him.
The moment they reached the bed, Finley found himself on his back with Grayson undressing him. At some point, the control had flipped, and Finley didn’t want it back. Grayson had things in hand… literally, setting Finley free from the worries he had about hurting Grayson. When they were both shirtless, Grayson settled down on Finley’s chest and snuggled against him. He ran his fingers through Finley’s chest hair.
“Oh. Oooh. This is nice.”
Finley wondered if his brain would snap under the pressure of his lust. Grayson felt pretty nice in his arms, though.
A heartbeat passed and Grayson licked his nipple. Finley bit back a moan. Grayson did it again. Finley broke. In a flash, he had Grayson flipped onto his back. Finley tore at the remainder of his clothes, barely sparing a glance for the cartoon-themed underwear Grayson wore. Nothing mattered but the man beneath the clothes. Not even that. Nothing mattered except connecting as deeply as he could with the person who had found him at the darkest point in his life and saved him. That was the real reason Finley needed to be as close as he could get to Grayson. Grayson had saved him and given Finley life again. Finley wanted to make Grayson soar.
In a matter of seconds, Finley had his lips wrapped around Grayson’s cock. A whimper caressed Finley’s ears as he took Grayson down his throat. Finley licked and sucked while using his wet fingers to probe and stretch Grayson’s asshole. He didn’t know if Grayson was ready for him.
Wishful thinking had him diving for an old bottle of lube that was buried deep in his nightstand. He was back with lubed fingers before Grayson had time to beg. Finley needed to spend some time prepping Grayson. Grayson was way too tight. Finley was scared Grayson wouldn’t come back if Finley hurt him too much. He needed to make Grayson feel good.
Grayson squirmed beneath Finley as Finley bobbed on Grayson’s cock while massaging his prostate. Tiny mewling sounds filled the room. Finley’s entire focus was on pleasuring Grayson, even while his body begged for the same treatment. Grayson’s body tensed. Finley braced to swallow. Instead of the flood of cum he expected, Grayson grabbed Finley’s hair, pulled, and twisted. Once again, Finley found himself on his back. This time, Grayson straddled his body and impaled himself on Finley’s dick.
“No.” The cry escaped Finley even as his body sang. “Baby, I’m not wearing a condom.” At odds with himself and his claim, Finley held Grayson tightly against him.
Grayson stared down at him with a lust-filled gaze. His eyes looked unfocused, and his lips were swollen from their kisses and Grayson biting them. “I’m sorry. I thought you only wanted me.”