He hears the shower turn on.
He’s glad to have a moment to think about how this should go. For Graham. He doesn’t dare think about what he himself might want. It doesn’t matter. He’ll be satisfied. It’s Graham that’s the concern.
Colton takes off various weapons and his jacket, then his boots, and goes to the sink to wash his hands.
Which is when Graham appears. He’s pale but clean and covered in water droplets. He’s holding a towel around his waist but it’s doing the bare minimum to conceal an impressively large erection.
“You’re here,” Graham says as he comes toward the kitchen. It’d be cute if it didn’t imply that he’d expected Colton to have changed his mind.
Graham frowns at the items on the counter. “What’s this?”
“The doctor brought them.”
Colton keeps his distance, leaning against the counter, watching Graham while he investigates. Graham’s brows rise. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a small syringe. “Is this…”
“It’s for lubricant.” Colton’s arms are crossed and he wills his cock to calm down. Nothing is happening yet. “It’s called a lube shooter. That way you don’t have to worry about getting your partner slicked up inside. It’s used for anal sex.”
“Oh.” He puts it down. He blushes rather adorably.
Does he really not know? And Colton can’t parse how Graham feels about the suggestion. “Which we certainly don’t have to do. You look worried.”
“That’snothow I’m feeling,” he says, looking Colton up and down like he’s a steak on legs.
Colton holds up a hand when Graham takes a step forward, stopping him from moving any closer. “Just a moment. We should talk about what’s going to happen. What you want out of this experience.”
“Are you going to be here in the morning?” Graham asks, dragging his gaze from Colton’s mouth to his eyes.
“If you’ll let me, then yes, I am.”
“If my levels aren’t good in the morning, will you stay longer?” he asks, carefully blank. The answer is a lot more important than Graham is letting on.
“I don’t have to be back on base for seventy-two hours,” he says with a smile. “I’ll go when the time is up or when you kick me out and not a moment before.”
Graham blinks. “I heard you had to be convinced to leave me?”
It’s interesting that Graham is asking this again. When Colton has already told him it was hard to let Graham go.
“Yeah. That’s true.” Now he’s looking at Graham’s mouth, imagining kissing it, putting his dick in between those plush lips. “I think it’s going to be true this time, too. Why the hell would I want to let you go?”
Graham starts moving forward again. He stops close to Colton and drops the towel. “In that case, you can do whatever you want to me.” As if to make his point, he drops down to his knees, puts his hands on Colton’s clothed thighs. His eyes are pleading.
Colton wants to touch him. He wants to stroke a finger across Graham’s lips, slide it into his mouth, get his cock out and feed it to him. He’s rapidly making a mental list of what he wants to do to Graham Knox.
“I should shower.”
“I don’t care. I just want you,” he says and buries his face in Colton’s crotch, breathing him in.
Graham’s hand goes between his own legs, around his hard cock, and he begins to jerk himself off, hard and aroused. He moves his face to the crease of Colton’s thigh and mouths at his balls through the fabric and then along his shaft. “You didn’t use me. That’s all I keep thinking. I was on my knees for you and you didn’t let me. Will you let me now?”
Graham shouldn’t have to ask. He’s a submissive. He should get the relief of being ordered to do something for his Dominant. He should get the pleasure of being used.
“Yeah, I’ve gotta feel your mouth on me. Take me out, sweetheart.”
Graham groans, uses one hand awkwardly on Colton’s clothing while he continues to touch himself.
“Two hands.”
Graham huffs but takes his hand off his cock and gets Colton’s pants and underwear down. He looks up at him pleadingly, hand straying back down toward his weeping erection, unable to stay away, and Colton nods, loving the way Graham moans as he starts jerking off again.
