What a stupid thing to say! He just told Colton it’d be twenty-four hours or less. Why is he so worried?
“Graham,” Colton says, voice low. And he just knows that if Colton was there in person he’d have Graham wrapped in his arms and would be holding him tight. “It won’t be that long. But if you need to come back, we can get you out of there.”
“I’m fine. I won’t drop completely,” he confesses. “But I might be in rough shape by the time I get to you.”
“What do you meandrop completely?” His voice is hard.
“I dropped already. Yesterday. My levels got too low. Went almost comatose. They’ve given me something. And now they have to keep giving it to me. Every six hours. I’m worried about it. I shouldn’t be because they say it’s fine, but… each time I feel worse. It’s like my blood is burning from whatever the drug is. And, you know, maybe I should trust doctors considering what science has made of me, but I don’t.”
“You need to be pulled out. I should be with you.”
“No. They need me. I can do this. I was just… complaining, I guess. Wanting support or I don’t know.”
A heavy sigh is loud in Graham’s ear. He feels it down his back to his ass, his hole clenching on nothing. It’s an odd, disturbing feeling.
“If you drop and they have to save you, you won’t be happy either. And if you get hurt, then what?”
He shakes his head. Doesn’t think about the fact that Colton can’t see it.
“I want to talk to the doctor and know what you’re on. How best I should take care of you when I get you back.”
He smiles. Feels a little glow of warmth in his chest as Colton talks about him possessively. “You can do that. Whatever you want to know about my history is fine with me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. Especially if… You don’t have to join Whitestone, you know. Certainly not for me.”
“I’ve agreed, Graham. I want this. It’s just interagency wrangling now.”
“You don’t even know me. What happens when you change your mind? Make sure you negotiate a way out for yourself,” he forces himself to say.
“That isn’t something I’m thinking about. I’m saying yes to everything they put in front of me. You’re meant to be mine.”
“Promise?” His breath catches in his throat as endorphins flood through him.
“You don’t even know. You’re all I’m thinking about. It’s terrifying how much I want you.”
The first hint of calm he’s had in days washes over him. “I know. I feel it, too.” Desire is suddenly alive and demanding within him. “Please, Colton. What do you want? When I see you again,” he asks, blushing. He looks around, sees no one. It’s just him in a dead-end alley with a dumpster large enough to conceal him. He goes behind it and sinks back down to the ground, feeling secure enough (well, horny enough) that he drops a hand down over his crotch, gently cupping himself. Just his luck he’ll get jumped as he tries to rub one out.
Might be worth it.
“Fuck, Graham. Everything. Will you let me be inside you?”
He nods, thumbing the head of his cock absently. “I have privacy. I want to… Will you tell me what to do?”
“So shy. When did you come last?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Tell me the truth.”
“Not since I saw you,” he whispers. “I usuallycan’t. But, with you, I want to try.”
“Do you have five minutes?” he asks, purring the words. The hair on Graham’s arms stands up and he grips his cock hard.
“Yes.”
“Do youwantto come for me?”
