Page 11 of Finding Jeremy
“Yup.”
“I can do that.”
“Think you can do something else for me?” Gray asked.
“Anything.”
“Find your way to my room tonight.”
Chapter 5
(Grayson)
Why it shocked him to see Jeremy already in his bed curled beneath his blankets and snoozing on his pillow was something he’d never be able to explain, but there Jeremy was, cuddling that pillow like a giant stuffed animal and hogging the bulk of the bed. Chuckling, Gray peeled the covers back so he could arrange Jeremy better, the young man grumbling the moment Gray took away the warmth.
“Scooch over and let me in,” Gray grumbled after lifting Jeremy’s legs and moving them to the side resulted in Jeremy rolling with the pillow to flop diagonally across the queen-sized bed.
The response Jeremy gave, if it could be considered one, was too muffled by the pillow to be intelligible. For a moment, Gray stood there drinking in the sight he had urgently longed for overhis last few months of incarceration. His boy, in his bed, though he’d prefer him naked, and on his hands and knees.
The hair Jeremy had always worn long had been cut short right before he’d left for the fair circuit, a look Gray was still getting used to, along with the closely trimmed beard and mustache he’d allowed to grow in. When Gray had asked about it, Jeremy had just shrugged and told him he’d wanted to look older, though he hadn’t given any specific reason why. If Gray were to venture a guess, he’d have said it was so Jeremy would look more like the imposing men he’d been working side by side with on the road with the band.
He could appreciate that when he looked at things from the perception of someone who was spoiling for a fight. Jeremy’s skater boy looks had always given him the appearance of being younger than his years. If he’d been a man looking for a target for his aggressions, Jeremy would have been the one he singled out from the rest of the crew and even several members of the hard rock band.
The new style looked good on him.
Thoughts of what that scruff would feel like flashed through Gray’s head, instantly getting his cock’s attention, the traitorous bastard. Jeremy clearly wasn’t up for anything besides sleeping tonight, but there was still the issue of how he was going to get into bed when Jeremy was a damned sprawler.
Eight years of sleeping in cramped bunks made that queen-sized bed feel like the height of luxury, but he was clearly going to need a king once he got his own place. Alright, plan B. Gray turned the lamp on the end table on and the overhead light off, picked Jeremy and the pillow he was clinging to up, and climbed into bed with him, getting smacked in the face by the pillow but otherwise managing to get them both onto the mattress before he laid Jeremy back down again. Before Jeremy could roll overor try to sprawl out, Gray cuddled up behind him and trapped him in his embrace.
The scent of burning wood from the bonfire lingered in Jeremy’s hair, while a whiff of cashmere and leather clung to his neck and shoulders. Inhaling, Gray closed his eyes and hoped to find sleep easier with his boy in his arms.
“Mmm, it tickles,” Jeremy muttered, squirming to try and get away from the feel of Gray’s beard on his skin.
All his squirming did was press his backside more firmly against Gray’s cock, which immediately started to fill, happy with the friction Jeremy’s movements provided.
“You keep moving like that, and I’m gonna tickle somewhere else,” Gray hissed.
Should have known speaking so close to his ear would send a shiver through Jeremy’s body. He whined and squirmed more, rolling in Gray’s embrace to peer up at him with mossy-gold eyes and a pouty expression.
“You’re a damned bed hog, you know that?” Gray muttered.
“Mmm-mmm,” Jeremy murmured as he rested his head on Gray’s arm and threw an arm around him.
Seconds later Gray felt Jeremy’s leg shift, their knees bumping as he dragged his leg over Gray’s and pinned him in place with his body.
“You could have warned me,” Gray grumbled.
“What’s the fun in that?”
“You’re gonna find out if you don’t go back to sleep.”
“What if I wanna find out?”
Gray was more than interested in showing him, but Jeremy’s words still sounded sleep-slurred and groggy, and the limbs he was using to keep Gray trapped had grown heavier as he settled in, sighing and nuzzling his nose against Gray’s neck.
“Pretty sure you need sleep more than you need what I want to do to you right now,” Gray told him.
“Sleep is overrated.”
