Page 112 of The Long Game

Jack’sgrand plans to fill the boys with tacos and ice cream before dragging Grady into the bedroom to see what an espresso machine might inspire him to do had gone out the window, but that was fine. Grady needed him. Sam and Colton needed him.

While the boys curled up with their phones and promised to let Grady or Jack know if they learned anything new, Jack stepped into the bedroom to make a quick call. He knew the number by heart, even though he’d never called it before.

It helped to be able to do something, anything.

He came back out of the bedroom still feeling unsettled and he could see the boys were, too. A walk helped, then the Jays game distracted them for a while. Jack was relieved when he got the text from his mother saying she didn’t need a ride to church in the morning. Grady was going to be burning the midnight oil, and Jack wanted to spend as much of the morning as possible at home.

He’d been in bed a while, half dozing, when Grady’s tall, lean shadow slipped into the bedroom. Jack smiled, rolling over to watch Grady strip off his clothes.

“Any news?” he murmured, keeping his voice low.

“Unfortunately, no.” Grady leaned in to press a quick kiss to Jack’s lips before walking into the bathroom.

Jack enjoyed the view, admiring how tight Grady’s ass was.

He wanted to bite it.

As soon as Grady returned to the bedroom, Jack lifted the sheet in welcome. Grady slid in close and pulled Jack against his chest. Jack sighed happily, relishing Grady’s warm skin against his.

Grady chuckled. “Tired?”

Jack wriggled closer and hid his smile. He knew the moment Grady felt his hardening cock.

“Nottootired, I see,” Grady murmured as he reached between them. Jack’s cock went from mildly interested to underwear tent support.

Jack did a little stroking of his own, shuddering as Grady’s cock grew against his palm, loving how it fit in the curve of his fingers. He wanted to feel that inside him, to haveGradyinside him.

He was not, however, going to attempt it with two young men a few feet away on the other side of the wall. When they did that, they were going to be somewhere he could shout to the heavens.

As it was, he could barely muffle his moan against Grady’s chest.

Grady chuckled again, and Jack took Grady’s nipple between his teeth in retaliation. Grady jerked, the sounds of amusement cut off. Jack sucked the nub into his mouth before releasing it.

When Grady reached for him again, he stilled Grady’s hand and met heavy-lidded eyes. “I’m going to blow you now, okay?”

Grady blinked. “Uh…yes? Please?”

For a guy who never did anything without getting consent, he was terrible when the tables were turned. He looked like Jack had poked him between the eyes.

Jack grinned, then dove under the covers, shoved Grady’s boxer briefs out of the way, and pulled his long, hard cock into his mouth.

Grady made a desperate, shocked noise that cut off mid-gurgle. Jack glanced up to see Grady was smothering himself with a pillow, which made Jack want to laugh.

He had other, better things to do with his mouth, though.

Curling a hand around the base of Grady’s shaft, Jack focused his attention and his tongue on the head, teasing around the crown and flicking back and forth over the dent beneath. Grady was cut, so Jack made sure to get Grady nice and wet before sliding his hand up and down, bumping into his own lips while he sucked the thick head into his mouth.

Grady squirmed and shuddered, his breath hitching and legs restless, though he kept his hips still—which Jack appreciated. When gentle fingers threaded into Jack’s hair, he pulled off with an obscene pop.

Grady lifted the pillow. “I’m going to come,” he warned in a hoarse whisper.

Jack smiled. “Good.”

Then he sucked Grady back down again.

It all got a little confusing after that. Jack heard Grady’s muffled, hoarse cry into the pillow, tasted the salty bitter taste of come, and rejoiced at how Grady’s legs shook, but the next thing he knew he was on his back and Grady was dragging Jack’s briefs off with his teeth.

A bottle of lube, two fucking dazzling fingers, and unerring aim for just the right spot, and Jack didn’t have time to grab the muffling pillow. He did manage to choke back some of it, but then his soul left his body and he couldn’t be surewhatnoises he made then.

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