Page 68 of How Not to Date a Griffin

This deal couldn’t go through. It couldn’t. He had to find something on Nolan’s dad, anything. But he hated betraying Nolan, too. Hated lying to him, hated the idea that he might find out, hated that he might find himself lacking because of Reid’s actions.

Reid couldn’t stand the thought of making another person feel like they weren’t enough.

Especially Nolan.

Reid swallowed sharply and tugged Nolan closer, turning him toward the desk and wrapping his arms around him.

Nolan huffed at the sharp squeeze, but his arms curled around Reid and held on tightly.

Reid was aware of the press of their bodies, the hands branding into his shoulder and spine, the thump of a heart against his own.

“Sorry if that was scary,” Reid said softly.

Nolan shrugged. “It’s alright. No one was hurt.”

Just the thought, the idea of Nolan being hurt, made his chest ache.

“D’you wanna curl up in bed? This will all be here tomorrow.”

Reid shook his head in the crook of Nolan’s neck. “Not yet.”

He tightened his arms around the man, drew in a breath filled with his scent, and pressed a kiss to his throat. Then his clean-shaven jaw. His cheek. Finally, his lips.

Reid knew what this was: a distraction. He knew Nolan knew it, too, and yet the man played along. Met him halfway, their lips and tongues and shared breaths like little anchors to hold Reid here.

But he wanted more, and he pressed for it, dragging a hand between their bodies.

Like Nolan had said, their problems would still be problems tomorrow.

So, why not? Worry tomorrow. Fuck his throat tonight.

“I know what you’re doing,” Nolan breathed out.

“And? Any objections?” he asked, pausing with his hand halfway down Nolan’s pants.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. The last thing I wanna think about is…” He pulled out his hand and waved it toward the front of the restaurant. “All that. What I want to think about...” He sank to his knees, watched Nolan’s eyes darken. “Is your cock in my mouth.”

One of Nolan’s hands lifted, threaded through Reid’s hair, and held him still. It struck a spark of heat in him, and he waited patiently. Whatever Nolan was looking for in Reid’s eyes, he either did or didn’t find it, but he nodded regardless.

The hand in his hair gentled, and Reid practically ripped the zipper open, revealing the slowly-growing bulge beneath his boxers.

“A stronger man would say something about how you’re deflecting with sex,” Nolan warned.

Reid hummed and pressed a kiss to the patch of skin he bared when he tugged the boxers out of the way. “Good thing I’m into weaker men,” he drawled with a chuckle.

“This doesn’t seem fair.”

Pushing to his feet, Reid brushed a tender kiss across his lips. “This isn’t about thinking, remember? Just… be with me?” Since we don’t have that long anyway.

“Reid…” Nolan whispered, the sound a little hurt. Maybe he’d finally realized it, too– that no matter what they said, the week was slipping between their fingers faster than they could hold onto it. They needed every moment they could get. “Okay,” he finally said.

Reid dropped to his knees again, ignoring the ache in favor of the taste of Nolan across his tongue.

Every sound that came out of Nolan was hot, and loud, and he realized maybe it was a good thing Nolan had come so fast in the closet. His lips parted and sounds poured out as Reid worked his tongue over his cock, lapped at the head like those fucking ice cream cones they’d gotten the first night, dipped his tongue in the slit to chase more of his salty flavor.

“So you do always make so much noise,” Reid said after a few moments, mouthing against his length.