Page 3 of Finding Jeremy
“I cry bullshit!” Gray declared, certain they were pulling his leg.
“Nope, I witnessed the whole thing,” Chaos said. “That’s exactly what he used. Those fish started snapping it up. I shit you not. The first strike he got came less than a minute after he cast in the first cheese cube, and it landed him a five-pound walleye.He caught seven others before I finally rescued what was left of my snacks. Not a goddamn one of those fish was under three pounds. It never took long for them to go after that meat and cheese once it was in the water.”
“You ever try it again?” Gray asked.
“Every time we go back to that spot,” Jeremy explained. “I’ve tried it a few other places too, and they’ve bitten, but never to that degree. For whatever reason, the fish in Brandywine Lake just like poor man’s charcuterie. It’s gotta be summer sausage and cheddar though, or Velveeta. I tried jerky and couldn’t catch a thing, and they flat out refused to nibble the cubes of Swiss I took out with me one day. That was disappointing. I had to hunt for crickets after an hour of nibbleless boredom.”
“Alright, I’m sold; you’ll have to show me how it’s done,” Gray relented, genuinely curious to see Jeremy’s method in action. “I’m willing to give it a shot.”
“Works pretty goddamn good, I must admit,” Chaos said. “Landed myself a seven-pounder the last time I tried it.”
“Too bad it hasn’t landed us a catfish,” Jeremy grumbled.
“I might have a few tricks for that,” Gray promised, loving the way Jeremy nuzzled his hand when Gray reached out to brush a wave of hair back from his cheek.
The sunlight streaming into those deep, golden-brown eyes sparkled like there were flickers of flames in them. Over the last few months, Jeremy had let the wild colors fade from his hair, leaving the ends more bleached than blonde. At twenty-three, Jeremy had started to get serious about his racing career, including bulking up more and working out a regime to improve his stamina and ultimately his chances in both the freestyle and the longer, more grueling dirt track races.
Gray knew that it was Jeremy’s dream to one day move from the semi-pros into the pros and was proud of him for sharpening his focus and beginning to get serious about his goals. He’d toldGray, during one of his recent visits, that he knew it was a long shot and that he’d need to start branching out and registering for some of the larger races that took place a bit further away.
Jeremy had also made a point of mentioning that Chaos and Haven could really use a hand keeping his bikes in peak performance shape, and set up for the different events, so they weren’t constantly making modifications on the same machine in between the different qualifying heats. Knowing that Jeremy wanted him out there on the road with him had given Gray something else to look forward to.
With Jeremy leaning against his shoulder, one hand resting on Gray’s knee, Gray finally opened the chicken and dug in, savoring the taste and the beginning of something he knew in his soul could grow to be truly special if he tended it carefully, nurtured it gently, and never looked to clip the wings of the man he was eager to call his boy.
Chapter 2
(Jeremy)
Nothing was better than having Gray home, where they were free to talk about whatever they wanted, without any time limits and restrictions between them. Leaving at the end of the week was going to suck, but he still had several days to pack in some memorable moments and enjoy some of the things he’d only dreamed about. Dating in a small town had never really worked out for him, to the point where calling it dating wasn’t even a fair assessment of what the experience had been like for him. More like a long series of random hookups that had been hot as hell but fizzled out much too fast.
He'd tried Grindr, which had just led to more hookups, and tried a few other apps too, but he’d always known what he’d wanted: a walking mass of sinfully protective muscle that didn’t mind if Jeremy called him Daddy.
And now he had him, right on the other side of the bathroom door.
With towels, sleep pants, and a t-shirt in his arms, Jeremy rapped on the wood, hearing nothing but running water and Gray singingRock You Like a Hurricaneat the top of his lungs. Cracking it open, he called out for Gray, who poked his face around the curtain, grinning when he spotted Jeremy standing there.
“Get your ass in here,” Gray demanded, wet hair plastered to his forehead.
Jeremy slipped into the steam-filled room and set the items on the counter beside the sink before turning to leave Gray to finish taking his shower in peace. After so many years of showering with others, he was sure Gray would appreciate the opportunity to shower alone.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Gray asked as Jeremy reached for the door handle.
“Was gonna give you some privacy,” Jeremy offered.
“Did I ask you for any?”
Gray’s words sent a shiver through Jeremy, who turned back towards him to see Gray staring at him, water dripping down his face as he flashed him a wicked smirk.
“No,” Jeremy replied, only to watch Gray raise an eyebrow at him.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Gray growled, yanking the shower curtain back so Jeremy could see him standing there in all his naked glory.
Jeremy left his clothes in a pile on the floor before stepping into the shower with Grayson, who immediately pinned him against the tile-covered wall. Gray’s lips descended on his, and much like when they’d been standing there outside the prison, the man started kissing him senseless. Jeremy’s hands tangled in Gray’s hair as one of Gray’s hands came to rest on Jeremy’ship. Gray’s thick, hard cock pressed against Jeremy’s abs as the water poured down over them. Gray rutted his hips, growling as he rocked against Jeremy.
Gray’s grip grew tighter, his kisses grew rougher, while his thrusts grew wild and frantic as he rushed to get off. Desperate to help, Jeremy dragged his nails down Gray’s arm, dug them into his ass cheek, and yanked him closer, groaning into the kiss, wanting to feel Gray coat him with his release.
With a grunt, Gray started coming, grinding his erection against Jeremy’s abs as he panted against Jeremy’s lips, Jeremy’s cock hard between them from all the rutting Gray had done. The savage snarl Gray let out sent a shiver down Jeremy’s spine as Gray tugged his hair, angling his head so he could reach Jeremy’s neck, breath hot as he nipped and sucked at it, still panting, but nowhere close to done with Jeremy.
Gray’s thumb caressed beneath his chin, along his jawline, and then down the side of his neck. Wet beard hair brushed over his shoulder as Gray’s teeth scraped against his skin. Gray’s fingers closed around Jeremy’s cock, his strokes slow, taking the time to pleasure Jeremy, unlike the way Gray had sought his own completion.
