Page 77 of The Play

“You’re not even trying,” Grant said as Deacon continued sitting there. Looking at Grant. He just couldn’t stop, even if it wasn’t diminishing his erection one bit.

Grant loved him. And they were actually, almost definitely, going to do this.

“No,” Deacon agreed with a smile.

“Oh, fine, it’s not like anybody’s gonna see us,” Grant said, giving in with a bashful grin. “It’s late, and we’re in the garage, anyway.”

There was no point in trying, because Deacon knew ten minutes ago, Grant had told him he loved him. He’d known, of course. Been almost completely sure he wasn’t feeling this way alone, but it sure felt different now, to realize Grant was no longer fighting it. There was that fact, and then also that in approximately ten minutes, he was going to have Grant naked in his own bed.

Nothing on earth could’ve made him soft.

He said as much to Grant, in a low voice, as they exited the car and he followed Grant towards a wall of elevators.

Grant steered him to the one on the far right. “You can’t say shit like that,” he retorted lightly.

“I thought you were enjoying it.” Deacon wouldn’t say he was great with his words. Not when it came to this. But with Grant, he’d sure as hell make the effort, because Grant was worth all of it—and so much fucking more.

Grant shot him a hot look as he hit the button and then typed in a code. The doors opened immediately, and they stepped inside.

There was only one button and a flat sensor panel. Grant dug a card out and pressed it against the panel, hitting the button after.

“Wait a second, is this your private elevator?” Deacon asked, awareness dawning on him thirty seconds too late, as the elevator started climbing.

“Yeah,” Grant admitted. Looking slightly ashamed, like there was something wrong with him being brilliant and making lots of money off that brilliance.

“So, nobody else is gonna be in this elevator? We’re not going to stop at any other floor?” Deacon asked, unable to hide his eagerness any longer.

“No,” Grant said, shaking his head.

“You keep saying that word.” He grinned. “Almost think you mean yes, now.”

Grant gazed up at him. He looked as lovestruck as Deacon felt. “When it comes to you, yeah, I do.”

What else was Deacon supposed to do then? It was impossible not to crowd him into one of the smooth stainless steel walls. The hiccupping gasp Grant made as he pressed his mouth to his neck and nibbled on the exposed tendon was intoxicating.

“I want you,” Deacon murmured. “I love you.”

“Gah, how do you do that?” Grant’s laugh was high-pitched and a little hysterical. “It’s only three words, but they make my knees mush.”

Deacon grinned. “Long as they don’t make any other parts of you mush.”

The elevator dinged open. “Trust me, that’s not gonna happen,” Grant said, reaching down and taking his hand, squeezing it as he led Deacon into the dimly lit and incredibly spacious apartment.

Deacon was rich.

But he wasn’t private-car-and-driver, penthouse-apartment-with-a-billion-dollar-view-of-the-city rich. Not rich, like had a priceless piece of art in the foyer, that Grant tugged him right by, like everyone had a Picasso on their wall.

He must’ve seen his backward glance though, because Grant said, “I was going to show you my bedroom, but if you want to stay here and look at the art, we could do that instead.”

“No,” Deacon said, and even though Grant looked solid, more filled-out than he had back in college, when he’d probably subsisted on black coffee and egg and cheese sandwiches from the little corner store at the edge of campus, it was easy enough to lean down and lift him.

Grant groaned and their mouths found each other again, his legs tucking behind Deacon. He stumbled forward, in the direction he hoped was the bedroom.

Grant’s lips were intent on his, like he not only could lose himself in Deacon, he wanted to, more than anything else.

Deacon’s knees hit something firm but soft, and he hoped to God it was a bed. When he set Grant down, chasing his mouth with his own for one last long kiss, he realized, that yes, it was.

Cushy and raft size, so much bigger than a man like Grant would need for just himself.

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