Page 36 of Secrets at Dawn
But then all thoughts went out of Toby’s head when Griffin snaked his hand under the covers. Toby did the same. He moved his hospital gown, giving Griffin easier access to Toby’s cock. Griffin’s slick hand wrapped around his shaft. He moaned.
Griffin’s strokes were slow and lazy. He took his time, studying Toby’s reaction. Griffin was probably making sure Toby stayed pain-free.
Toby couldn’t remember the last time he had jacked off. It wasn’t in the last few days. That was for sure. No one had ever done it for him before.
Griffin played with the head, running his thumb over it, coating it with lube. “Is this still okay?”
Toby nodded. He knew the nod was frantic, but he just didn’t want Griffin to stop. That would be almost as bad as someone catching them. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“Not going to.”
Toby could feel Griffin’s hard length against his ass cheek. Even through Griffin’s jeans, feeling it made Toby’s hole flutter. He wanted it inside him, but he knew Griffin wouldn’t do it until after Toby healed. Griffin would never do anything to hurt Toby, even if it meant sacrificing his own pleasure.
The moment was more intimate without penetrative sex in some ways, although Griffin could make every sexual experience feel special. They could be the only two people in the world. Nothing else mattered but their time together.
Toby put his hand around Griffin’s, wanting to feel the movement. He tried to keep his hips still, but they had a mind of their own. He pushed into it as much as his stomach injury and his position would allow.
Griffin tightened his hold just enough to make Toby’s body tingle. His orgasm built in his core, getting ready to crescendo.
When it happened, Toby forgot to give Griffin any warning, but Griffin must have known because he kissed Toby, quieting his moaning.
Toby didn’t stop moaning or panting even after it was over. His body felt liquid. He was a puddle on Griffin’s lap. He probably wore a goofy smile, but he didn’t care.
He shut his eyes. “I want to touch you, too.”
“Later. When you’re feeling better.” Griffin grabbed some tissue from the box on Toby’s tray table and wiped his hand. “Sleep now, baby. When you wake up, we’ll try giving you some of my blood and see if it helps get rid of the poison.”
“Why can’t we do it now?”
“Because I don’t have anything to cut myself with, and you don’t have fangs.”
But Toby was sure he’d had them last night. “It will start the bonding process if I take your blood.”
“I know. Unless you don’t want to bond.”
“I do.” Toby’s cock jumped in a valiant attempt at getting hard just thinking about sex with Griffin. “I want to bond. So very much.”
Griffin laid his cheek on the top of Toby’s head. “Let’s rest, and then we’ll talk about it.”
Toby yawned. “I wish we could go home and make love there instead of here in a hospital room.”
“I’ve already talked to the doctor. She said my blood might help. But she still wanted to keep you here.”
“I’m still on board with bonding.”
A comfortable silence fell between them. The only thing he heard was the sound of the television, which he hadn’t been paying attention to but had been on for the duration of his stay. It was just background noise. The sun streamed through the window, hitting Toby’s face. He hadn’t been outside since the paramedics had brought him to the hospital. He missed the fresh mountain air.
“Thank you. Not just for… you know. But for staying, too.”
“I don’t know if you realized this yet, but you’re not alone anymore.”
Emotion lodged in his throat. He’d been going through life by himself since his father died. Sometimes he thought he would always be alone. He really didn’t know how to rely on someone else, but he was learning.
Chapter Nineteen
Griffin knew he had to be careful. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he initiated sex and it ended up causing Toby pain.
Getting Toby off while holding him had been one of the most intimate experiences of Griffin’s life. He wanted a repeat.
