Devlin and Garrick by Cameron Dane (short story to read txt) 📕

Devlin went to tuck the note into his pocket and remembered he didn’t have on a stitch of clothing. Shoot. He didn’t want to lose it.

Trying for casual, Devlin curled his hand around the square of paper and got to his feet. “I guess you didn’t drive home, huh,” he asked, as he made his way to the bathroom, “or you would be wearing different stuff right now.” Over dinner last night, Gradyn had mentioned he had an apartment in Oakland and did work with gangs in that city.

“Didn’t want to be gone from you that long,” Gradyn answered, stalling Devlin in place with his hand on the bathroom door.

Fuck. Devlin’s balls and cock stirred, and it pulled a funny line of nervous excitement in his belly. “Oh.” Devlin squeezed the paper in his fist and pressed it against his stomach.

Another soft chuckle took over the room. “Go take your piss, beautiful. I’m not going anywhere.”

Somehow, Devlin got his legs moving. Before relieving himself, he unzipped his shaving kit and slipped the little note inside an interior zipper compartment lined in plastic. As soon as he emptied his bladder, his stomach grumbled. Loudly. It also clenched with enough force to make him grimace.

No wonder. You burned off every calorie and more from that dinner you only picked at more than fifteen hours ago.

Devlin turned the water in the sink on low, and called out, “Denny, can you get a pair of jeans out of my bag for me?” After washing his hands, he quickly brushed his teeth, sighing as the grit went away and the toothpaste left his mouth minty.

The door creaked as it swung the rest of the way open. Gradyn stood in the doorway with dark denim hooked on the tip of one finger. Dangling the pants just out of reach, he said, “I don’t mind you naked, you know.”

“But you’re dressed.” Devlin delivered an exaggerated glare as he snatched the jeans off Gradyn’s finger. “It would feel weird.”

With his shoulder planted against the doorjamb, Gradyn let his gaze drop briefly to Devlin’s cock. He held just long enough to pull an involuntary physical reaction from Devlin, and then he made eye contact again. “Are you asking me to get naked with you?”

Down, boy.

Devlin waited the two ticks it took for his prick to comply with his orders and then pulled his jeans up to his waist. Leaving the button undone, and feeling a little more on equal footing now that he had some clothing on, Devlin sauntered up to Gradyn. “Maybe you can take everything off again after you feed me.” He brushed up against the bigger man, pausing with their chest, stomachs and dicks nearly grazing each other. “For some reason,” Devlin licked Gradyn’s chin, “I have an incredible appetite today.”

He went to slide past; Gradyn grabbed his arm and hauled him right back close to him. He tucked Devlin against his front, and descended. “I’m fucking hungry too,” Gradyn said, just as he took complete possession of Devlin’s mouth.

Like a freaking stick of butter on a hot stove, Devlin melted into Gradyn’s taking. He opened his mouth and let Gradyn inside with only the slightest flick from the man’s tongue. Gradyn explored deeply and then sucked Devlin’s tongue into his mouth, and Devlin dug his fingers into the man’s back through his shirt, insatiable in his need to fuse their bodies into one again. The noise Gradyn released in response vibrated all the way up from his core and rumbled through Devlin too. He kissed Devlin as if he needed the contact to sustain his very life, and he curled his hands around Devlin’s hips and back to his ass, then shoved his hands under the waistband of Devlin’s jeans to grab his ass. The rough calluses on Gradyn’s palms scratched against Devlin’s bare flesh with every knead of his fingers, and Devlin gasped with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Pushing at Devlin’s sanity more, Gradyn rubbed the blunt tips of his fingers down and up Devlin’s crease, and Devlin slipped past his point of control into voracious, unskilled animal. With a raw keen of need, he writhed his ass into Gradyn’s groping hands, seeking and begging for more.

Gradyn groaned and jerked against Devlin, but after a nipping bite, he broke the kiss. “Christ,” he leaned his forehead to Devlin’s, “you have the perfect ass.” One more squeeze that shoved Devlin to past half-hard, and Gradyn removed his hands from Devlin’s jeans. “Jesus, man,” Gradyn stole another fast kiss and then straight-armed Devlin out of touching distance, “you respond to my mouth like no one I’ve ever known.” He pointed back at Devlin as he walked to the table and took a seat. “You’re damned lucky I’m starving for actual food too--and know that you need a little bit of recovery time--or I’d have those jeans around your ankles and you bent over the side of the bed in two fast moves.”

A fluttery sensation went all the way through Devlin and he slumped against the wall. His eyes on Gradyn, unable to break the desire for any kind of contact, he murmured, “God knows I’d let you.”

Gradyn burned Devlin all the way through with the stare he delivered back. It looked as if he was going to push out of his chair, but he abruptly sank back down and grabbed a white paper bag off the table. “Come and eat before I lose my better judgment and we test the resiliency of your ass after all. I bought us sandwiches.” He withdrew two giant wax-paper-wrapped squares from the bag. “I hope that’s okay. I didn’t want to worry about food being cold by the time I got back.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Devlin took a seat and folded his hands between his knees. His stomach still felt like it had a mass of excited butterflies flapping around inside it, and he offered a small smile. “Thanks.”

“Ham or turkey?” Gradyn held up his left hand and