Page 9 of Troy

Pulling his head back up to mine, I plunder his mouth, hot and hard. My lips feel bruised and swollen; I never want this to end but I wrest away to breathe huge gulps of air into my lungs as we gaze at each other. Raff’s chest heaves as much as mine, his lips parted as he pants. Watching his tongue slide over his plump bottom lip, I want to bite it. But I don’t. I lean away, putting some space between us.

The lust-fueled fog dissipates as we continue to study each other almost cautiously—where do we go from here?Am I ready to have him in my bed? As much as I want him, I know I’m not ready for that. Raff’s hands scrub his thighs and then move up to rake through his hair. He pulls the band holding his hair back and, as it falls softly to his shoulder, I smell the lemons and herbs from his shampoo. Inhaling deeply before sighing, my fingers move up and capture a tendril of the still slightly damp hair and rub it between my fingers, reveling in the softness of the curls.

“I love your hair.” The words slip from my mouth before I’m even aware of them. Raff’s eyes widen and he catches hold of my hand, dropping a kiss on my knuckles.

“I’m glad, I’d hate to have to cut it.” He smirks then gathers it back up and ties it again. “Come on, let’s clear up this mess; it’s gotten late and I’ve been awake far too long over the last few days. I need sleep and I’m sure you do, too.”

Bobbing my head, I gather the detritus from the lazy meal we had and head off to dump it in the trash. As I walk back to Raff I see him bent over, straightening the cushions on the loungers. Deprived of thought, I run my hand down the length of his spine and over the curve of his ass. As he stands up, he twists around, my hand resting on his hip. Gazing down at my hold on him, I squeeze my fingers minutely on his hip bone.

“Don’t start something you’re not prepared to follow through, Troy, baby.” Raff’s husky voice washes over me and I let go of his hip. “Good boy; we’re not there yet, sweetheart.”

I nod, “Yeah, I know, but trust me, Raff: when we are, you’ll fucking well know about it. So, you’d better be ready.” I brush my lips across his, light as a feather but I feel a shudder go through him.

Not sure he’ll even take it, I hold my hand out to Troy, but he does and I wrap my fingers around his as my thumb circles over the pad of his. I whistle to Boss who hauls himself to a stand and wags his tail as he trots over.

“What is he? I’ve a friend who has a Great Dane and he’s huge but I’ve never seen a dog like this.” Troy strokes the soft fur on Boss’ head.

“He’s an Irish Wolfhound; I found him dumped in a cardboard box by a dumpster. It was pouring and he just sat there, shivering. He was only a few weeks old and was too weak to move. So, I picked him up and took him home, I never expected him to just keep on growing.”

I lead Troy through the door, his hand still in mine; it’s a loose hold, he could move away if he wanted to. Climbing the stairs together, we reach the landing and step towards my door when I feel him hang back, stopping me from entering.

“I’ll say goodnight then, Raff; sleep well.” The tip of his tongue darts out and licks across the seam of his lips.

“I think you can do better than that, sweetheart.” Pulling him against my body, I notice we match perfectly, there are no awkward bumping hips or noses as I lean in to kiss him. “Hmm, your scent and taste drive me wild. I know what I’ll be dreaming of tonight.”

Our mouths touch and once again I’m blown away. Our tongues tangle and duel with each other my hands reach around and grasp his ass. The tight globes fit flawlessly and, as I drag him up against me, I can feel his cock, hard and long against my own. For a few seconds, we grind against each other, moaning gently, swallowing each other sighs. I should stop this or I’ll be dragging him to my bed.

“Troy, baby, we need to stop before it gets out of hand.” I intersperse my words with kisses, ensuring he doesn’t think it’s a simple brush off.

“I know, but damn, Raff, you feel so good. I can’t get enough of you.” Troy kisses under my chin, scraping his teeth over my beard. It seems he likes it, which is great; I love my beard.

“Good night, Troy, sleep well. I will see you in the morning.” I kiss him one more time then step backwards into my room, not wanting to turn my back on him.

“Night, Raff, thank you for being here.” He too, it seems, doesn’t want to walk away. “I’m just down this hallway, my room is the last one. If you need me for anything, come find me.”

Finally, he turns around and trudges away, but I need the last word. “Hey, Troy, thanks for the towel.” I call out to him.

“Anytime, and I mean that.” He winks and, dammit, I am convinced he saw what I was doing.

“Pervert!” I call out as he reaches his room.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea!” I hear him laugh and then his door closes behind him.

Shit, he got the last word, I’m going to have to up my game. A gigantic smile spreads across my face as I shut my door, putting another barrier between me and my future.

Waking up disorientated, my brain and eyes have yet to connect. Then, as my hand reaches for my boner, I remember Troy. Stirring in this incredibly comfortable bed and stretching out my legs, my dick springs high, tenting the sheet covering my legs and waist. A shuffling of feet causes me to slowly open my eyes and train them in the direction of the sound.

Fuck me! Standing with his arms stretched above his head, gripping the doorframe, is my Adonis, dressed only in sleep shorts that hang barely off his hips. I can count the exquisite squares that form his stomach muscles, see the thin trail of hair that runs down from below his belly button to below the waistband of his shorts. My mouth goes dry as I can only stare at the deep V of muscles defining his hips; they, too, disappear behind the fabric.

Flicking my eyes up to his face, I take in the cheeky smirk that makes his eyes twinkle with mischief, then he pulls his teeth to bite the corner of his bottom lip, making my already obvious erection twitch. It’s enough to make Troy laugh and release his hands from the frame, crossing his arms.

“Are you just going to stand there and laugh at me?” I manage to croak from my arid mouth.

“Well, it’s polite to wait until you are invited. I don’t normally just enter the room of a sleeping man, and never to a man who is naked and proud!” His chuckle makes me smile.

“But it does lead me to ask, why do you want to come into my bedroom?” I’m enjoying this playful interaction, making me glad we didn’t leap straight to fucking last night. This build up to when rather than if it will happen is fun, and nothing like my usual sexual activities. The thought of Drake wipes away the smile for a fraction of a second; at least I’m clean. Shaking the thought, I return to Troy still standing, waiting, in the entry.

“I wanted to see you, I thought you may have been awake. So, can I come in?” That wicked tongue of his peeks out between his lips.

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