Page 52 of How Not to Date a Griffin

“Are you mad?” Reid asked, and Nolan jerked his head up, eyes intense on Reid’s, or what he could see of them, anyway.

“No! Of course not. Never.” Nolan slid his hands up Reid’s chest, cupping his head and threading his fingers through his hair. “It was actually quite… hot.”

Reid snorted. “Hot, huh?”

Nolan leaned in to nip at his neck again, feeling the chills work their way down Reid’s spine since they were pressed so close together.

“Definitely. In fact…” Nolan dropped to his knees, thankful the lighting was dim because his cheeks were on fire. He’d never done anything like this before, not so close to the public, and most certainly not in a closet where they could be discovered at any time. “I think I just have to have you.”

“Oh fuck,” Reid whispered, as Nolan let his hands rest on his thighs.

“Yeah?” Nolan asked. This was his idea, after all. Nolan was just following through.

“Yes,” he rasped, combing his hands through Nolan’s dark hair. “I’ll try not to mess you up too much.”

Nolan shivered at his words, making him wonder if he wouldn’t mind being messed up all that much. He slid his hands up over Reid’s thighs, fumbling around with his belt and button and zipper until they were giggling and hushing each other and— fuck, why was it so dark in here?

But then Reid’s pants were down around his thighs, and as Nolan’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see Reid.

Glances in the shower, feeling Reid’s length against his hand, was one thing. To see him though, especially this close, practically tasting him already, was another.

Reid had been right when he’d said that he was different. At the very least, he was uncut, and Nolan circled him lightly with his fingers, stroking once to reveal the mushroom head, the bump of the ridge beneath. His fingers tightened over all the other little bumps that lined his cock, and dear god, Nolan wanted to feel him.

“Be-be careful, when I come, the swelling, it’ll—”

“I got it,” Nolan interrupted, licking across the tip and tasting Reid on his tongue. He reveled in the choked-off groan, and tilted his eyes up, then spoke with his lips against the head of Reid’s cock. “Be quiet, or someone will hear.”

“Jesus,” Reid hissed, head thunking against the door, and Nolan pinched his inner thigh. “Ow!”

“Do you wanna come in my mouth or not?” Nolan huffed, and Reid’s quiet gasp sounded, followed by a low chuckle.

“I love when you’re bitchy,” he whispered, and Nolan’s cheeks flamed anew.

“I do not get bitchy—” he attempted to return, but Reid tightened his grip in his hair and his words fell silent.

“Shh. I’m pretty sure there are better things you can do with that mouth.”

If Nolan was a stronger man, those words wouldn’t have speared him through with heat, wouldn’t have made his cock twitch in pants that were slowly tightening.

But he was weak for Reid, so he had the grace not to respond with any of the bitchy retorts that went through his mind, and instead laved his tongue across the head for more of Reid’s taste.

Reid panted loudly above him, but swallowed any other noises that would give them away as Nolan mouthed at the ridge an inch or so beneath the head.

He tuned into Reid, listening for his breaths and feeling his hands clench in Nolan’s hair and the way his hips jerked or his thighs tensed beneath the hand planted there. In the dark, in that closet, feet away from discovery, Nolan started to get an idea of what made Reid’s knees weak.

Nolan took the head into his mouth and gently, so fucking gently, teased his tongue around his foreskin.

“Fuck,” Reid croaked, fingers twisting into his hair as if he couldn’t decide whether to pull Nolan away or yank him closer. “S-sensitive,” he breathed.

Taking the hint, Nolan focused his attention elsewhere, sinking deeper as he dragged his fingers down Reid’s length until the bump of the ridge beneath the head was resting on his tongue. The weight of him, the taste, the knowledge that Nolan was the one making Reid feel so good made his own cock throb, blood rushing south until he was lightheaded with it. Or maybe that was just the effect Reid had on him, breathtaking and heart-pounding.

God, he was already a mess, and it had nothing to do with the hand in his hair.

A choked sound slipped out of Reid’s throat when Nolan sank deeper, lips and tongue sliding along the bumps. He had to wonder what purpose they had other than pleasure. If it was part of the—of the breeding thing.

Reid’s fingers tightened against his scalp and Nolan pulled back to angle him out of the way, then dragged his tongue along his length, feeling those bumps press against his tongue, then lower, to suck one of his balls into his mouth. Teasing and experimenting, even though they didn’t really have the time for it.

The realization made him wish he’d dragged Reid all the way back to his hotel, conference be damned. So when Reid tugged at his hair, he let Reid drag him back up, and Nolan sucked him between his lips again.