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

cum. His chute squeezed and squeezed, putting a chokehold on Gradyn’s cock. Gradyn clamped his teeth, fighting coming with every ounce of willpower he possessed, and rode the blinding pleasure of Devlin’s release.

The second the final ebb of Devlin’s orgasm waned, Gradyn bent him over double at the waist. He pulled out, tore the condom off, and put his dick on the small of Devlin’s back. Gradyn trembled, and he didn’t dare touch himself. Instead, he leaned over and pressed his mouth against Devlin’s spine. “Say my name.” The request came from such a deep, needful place inside him that Gradyn wasn’t sure he said it loud enough to be heard. “Say it. Please.”

“Gradyn. Denny...” The sound was muffled due to Devlin’s folded position but Gradyn heard it. Devlin rubbed his hands down the lower half of Gradyn’s legs, almost petting him through his jeans, and whispered, “My Denny.”

Without touching himself, without even breathing, Gradyn opened his mouth in a silent cry, and spilled himself on Devlin’s back. He held Devlin around the middle and watched himself mark the man, desperate for an honest connection, a tie to another human being, even if it was just this person saying his real name aloud and momentarily wearing his seed.

They sat still and quiet for long minutes afterward, Gradyn folded over Devlin, holding him, breathing together. Gradyn would have stayed there forever but when he turned his head to press his cheek into the warmth of Devlin’s upper back, he got a glance at the clock on the nightstand out of the corner of his eye.

Almost time for Devlin to go.

His chest ached and his head screamed in protest but Gradyn commanded his body into an upright position and let Devlin out of his scrunched hunch. Instead of getting up, Devlin turned sideways and curled himself against Gradyn, not letting go.

Jesus Christ. Gradyn draped his arms around Devlin and held him close. How is letting go of him harder than walking into a chop shop with a viper pit full of drug dealing, human trafficking, murdering bikers?

Gradyn rested his head against Devlin’s temple and breathed in his scent. “I want to come with you to the airport,” he said, changing his thought of the situation from this morning. “I don’t want to say goodbye in this place and ruin the memories of what we had here for two days.”

“Then come,” Devlin said, his voice soft. He ran the tip of his finger over the swirls of tattoo covering Gradyn’s shoulder, silent for a handful of heartbeats, then somehow snuggled in even tighter against Gradyn. “I’ve never had an airport goodbye.”

The timbre of Gradyn’s voice went well past rough. “Me either.”

“I’ve never said a real goodbye anywhere, except to family,” Devlin added, playing with the pattern on Gradyn’s arm now. He suddenly shot to his feet, furrow lines pulling his brow, and poked Gradyn’s chest. “Don’t make me cry like a pussy in public or I’ll do something to your balls that you won’t like nearly as much as what I’ve done to them in this room.”

“Ooh.” Gradyn wiggled his fingers toward Devlin’s face, while inside breathed easier at the sudden laughter in Devlin’s eyes. “Is that a threat or a promise?” He moved between leering suggestively at Devlin and glancing down at his cock. “Maybe a challenge that it’s up to me to issue?”

Devlin delivered an exaggerated sideways glare. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Connell.” He walked backward in the direction of the bathroom, still pointing. “I might have had a lot of firsts this weekend,” he raised his voice as he disappeared into the other room, “but sucking you off in an airport bathroom isn’t going to be one of them!”

“Damn.” Gradyn laughed to himself. He jumped up and stalked Devlin into the bathroom, finding him at the sink. “How about we double up for one more record-fast shower instead?” He moved in behind Devlin and buried his nose in the man’s nape, growling as he inhaled. “I love that you smell like my cum but the other red-eye flight passengers might not take to it so kindly.”

Devlin found Gradyn in the reflection of the mirror, and his eyes deepened smoky-dark in color as he stared. “How about we wash up instead,” his voice licked across Gradyn’s flesh and made him tremble, “and I leave a little bit to carry home with me?” He smeared his finger through the lines of ejaculate streaking his stomach, turned within the sliver of space Gradyn left between their bodies, and marked a shiny X over Gradyn’s heart. “How about you do the same?”

“Christ, beautiful.” Gradyn’s heart beat a furious rhythm that clogged his throat. “You are something incredible.” He slid his hand down Devlin’s back and rubbed his thumb through the stickiness he’d left behind. After coating his thumb in his seed, he slashed two intersecting lines to Devlin’s chest. “How’s that?”

With a fast spin, Devlin paused and studied himself in the mirror, his eyes clearly focused on the shiny new X adorning his flesh. “Perfect. You know,” he turned back to Gradyn, and a cheeky smile appeared, “I’ve never sealed anything with a kiss before either.”

Gradyn buried his hand in Devlin’s hair, tipped his head back, and brushed his lips across the other man’s, to his sigh and smile. “You have now.”

Gruff didn’t even begin to describe how Gradyn’s voice sounded scratching out those words. Devlin looked so fucking dreamy right in front of him, and so to ensure Gradyn didn’t lose his shit right here in the bathroom, he slanted his lips across Devlin’s again and released every bit of coiling, raw emotion inside him in a breath-stealing kiss...

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...Garrick came back to reality and found himself leaning against his bathroom sink in the dark, struggling to catch his breath. Remnants of his memory swirled before his eyes, snapshots of their bodies merging on that chair in such a guttural, intimate way, drowning Garrick in the incredible connection he and Devlin