Page 24 of Love and Defects

She squeezed my cheeks together before releasing me and rushing at Graham. Mrs. Hurley smiled at me but didn’t come near me. I was comfortable with both her and Mr. Hurley, but I still didn’t feel safe enough with them to allow touching. And thankfully, neither of them had ever been offended by that. They just nodded, welcomed me into their home, and respected the boundaries I had clearly laid out for them.

It was easy to see why Graham was so amazing. His parents had raised him well. Raised him into a kind and compassionate young man who cared about others and empathized deeply.

“Your father ordered pizza,” Mom told me as she ushered us toward the house. Graham reached out and grabbed my hand, and both of our moms beamed at us as if we were the greatest things on Earth. “It’s a chill-out night since we’re doing so much cooking and eating tomorrow.”

“We?” I teased.

Mom waved me off. “Don’t you dare come near that kitchen, Sterling.”

I snickered. I was hopeless in the kitchen, despite my mother’s numerous efforts to teach me how to cook. I got distracted too easily and also had a bad habit of never hearing the timer. I did the same thing with microwaved food. The timer would go off, but by the time I remembered I needed to eat, it was cold and I had to reheat it again. It was a never-ending cycle.

Dad nodded at me when we walked into the house. “Come get some food, boys. We’re just getting ready to watch the hockey game we missed watching last weekend.”

Since Graham and I had become roomies freshman year, Dad had made it a point to watch every single game in support of Graham. And then he and Mr. Hurley would get together and talk about it. It was kind of awesome how well our families got along even before we started dating. It was like the universe’s way of saying we belonged together.

And damn if that didn’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I took a seat on the couch, and Graham sat beside me. Dad handed us a plate of pizza each. Graham’s had three slices and mine had one. “I wasn’t sure how your appetite was after the drive,” Dad explained as if I might be upset that he gave Graham more.

I waved him off. “This is great, Dad. Thanks. If I want more, I can get it.”

Graham and I were shoulder to shoulder, eating pizza. His eyes were focused on his game, and every once in a while, he would comment about where he messed up or another teammate did. Dad and Mr. Hurley were adding things, too, and suggesting tips to improve.

I just relaxed back into my seat and enjoyed my pizza since I’d already seen the game and had done my fair share of yelling until my throat hurt. It took me a good twenty-four hours for my throat to recover.

My cheeks colored through when the camera panned to me wearing Graham’s jersey. Mom happened to be coming into the living room, and she shrieked when she saw it. “You two are so adorable!” she exclaimed. She pressed a kiss to the top of both of our heads. “You make my romantic heart so happy,” she gushed.

Graham grinned at me, feeding off my mom’s praise of us. “You do look adorable in my jersey, babe.”

I rolled my eyes at him, but my stomach erupted in butterflies at his words.

I liked that I looked good in his jersey. All his little groupies could kindly fuck off now.

I quietly opened the bathroom door in the hallway, being careful not to alert any of our parents that we were in the bathroom together. I mean, we were sharing a bed, but being naked in the shower together was harder to explain away.

I could see Graham on the other side of the clear shower curtain, his cock in his hand as he slowly stroked himself. Mine plumped in my sweats, and I stepped in, quietly shutting the door back behind me. Graham’s eyes were closed, no doubt picturing me as he got off. It was something he’d confided in me during a stupid game of twenty truths we’d been playing a couple of weeks ago when the power went out on campus during a particularly bad storm.

I dropped my sweats to the floor and tiptoed to the shower curtain, slowly peeling it back and stepping into the tub. Graham still had his eyes closed, and he groaned, squeezing the base of his shaft.

Quickly, I gripped his shoulders and pressed the front of his body against the wall. “Sterling, what the—oh fuck yes,” he hissed when I slipped two fingers inside of him. He was still slick from when we’d had sex before making the drive here, and my fingers easily sank inside. When he moaned, I shoved two fingers of my other hand into his mouth, gagging him. His cock pulsed precum, and his tongue swirled around my fingers.

“Bend over just a little,” I whispered.

He immediately moved into position, and I gripped my shaft, pressing against his hole. He bore down, and I sank inside, gritting my teeth and holding my breath so I wouldn’t make a sound and alert our parents that we were currently fucking in the shower. Getting caught would besoembarrassing.

He resumed stroking himself as I quickly worked my cock in and out of him. We didn’t have time to linger, not if we didn’t want one of our moms coming to bang on the door and shout about hot water. And man, my mom having to take a cold shower? The house would become a war zone.

Having grown up poor, my mom couldn’t stand being uncomfortable. Too hot? Too cold? Clothes not fitting right? She couldn’t stand it. It was one of the reasons she had been so accommodating when it came to my trauma. She understood.

Graham gagged on my fingers when I shoved them further down his throat, and I grinned manically, quickening my pace to chase my orgasm. He bit down on my fingers when he came, and I sank my teeth into his shoulder as I spilled inside of him so I wouldn’t make a sound.

“Fuck,” Graham panted when I dropped my fingers from his mouth. Gripping his hips, I gently eased out of him, watching as my cum immediately ran down his thighs. “That was hot.”

I chuckled. “If you’re done, I need to quickly shower before my mom comes up here to embarrass us.”

Graham snorted and grasped the side of my neck, pulling me into a tender kiss. “I’ll see you in bed, babe.”

He stepped out of the shower and began drying off. Somehow, I managed to rip my eyes off his toned, strong physique and lather shampoo into my hair. I was done in about three minutes and quickly got out, drying off and wrapping a towel around my waist since I forgot to bring clean clothes with me.

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