A Passing System
The sky sparkled with lights that illuminated the dark sky. They finally found a little motel about five miles outside of the city limits of Tulsa. Grayson and Adam sat quietly in the truck. The only sound came from the rain tapping against the hood of the truck and the pavement. The driver's door opened, and Aiden jumped inside. He was soaking wet. His shirt clung to his body. Every muscle and fiber lay covered yet exposed.
The water dripped from his once golden hair. The rain had darkened it, and even with dark hair, the stud was still gorgeous. His lips rubbed together. There was nothing seductive about it. Maybe it was the fact that Aiden was just being himself. Whatever it was, it made Grayson notice him. He noticed him, and he hated himself for seeing him.
“Shit, it’s raining horses out there,” he said as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “I got three keys for three rooms.”
Aiden passed out the keys. Grayson went to grab his keys, and his hand grazed Aiden’s hand. The two held their soft touch for longer than usual. Their eyes flickered with something neither wanted to give a name.
“Thanks,” Grayson said as he took the key.
Aiden simply smiled at him with his eyes. There was something to be said about the soft, unspoken, tender moments that happen in passing between two strangers. Aiden had come across many strangers in his life, but none had ever made him want to reach beyond the surface. Grayson jumped out of the truck and ran to his motel room.
The rain had begun to slacken up some. Soft raindrops, less intense, fell with perfection. Aiden stepped out of his room and walked to the ice machine. The wind blew gently in the night. The soft rain seemed to unearth a part of Aiden. He stared out into the night, and the gentle breeze mixed with the cool rain eased the tension in his muscles.
“Moments like this I can appreciate,” Grayson said from behind him.
Aiden slightly looked over his shoulder, “I didn’t expect you to be the type to enjoy a motel on the side of the road, Storm.”
Grayson chuckled, “Funny little man, I see. I’m not the motel type. I’m five five-star all the way around. I was referring to the light rain and cool breeze. There’s something so soothing about the lightness after a storm.”
“It’s that moment when you breathe a sigh of relief. You’ve survived the worst of it. The air in your lungs feels fresh. You see Mother Nature for what she is. She’s protecting the Earth while also ripping it apart. You can’t help but be in awe.”
“Is that why you chase storms?” Grayson asked just above a whisper. He was afraid to ask. Afraid he was prying too deeply, but he prided himself on knowing things.
“No,” he answered. Aiden turned toward Grayson. “I chase storms because I have to.”
Grayson took a beat to process what Aiden said. It didn’t make sense to him. “I don’t understand. What does that even mean?”
“It means tell me why you’re in Oklahoma.” The words were soft. There was nothing special about them. They were just words spoken.
Aiden noticed the tension fill Grayson’s body. The calm in his face shifted. There was suddenly nothing there but a blank expression. Grayson looked past him for a second. He didn’t and couldn’t talk about it. He turned to walk away. Aiden grabbed his arm and pulled him close to him.
Soft lightning flashed across the dark sky. Under the flash of light, they could see each other beyond what normal eyes could see. Aiden slowly moved his hand up the length of Grayson’s arm. His white skin made a brilliant contrast against Grayson’s chocolate skin. The air grew still around them.
“What are you doing, Aiden?” The words stumbled out of Grayson. It was like he had to force them out.
“Touching you,” he said as his fingers continued to explore every inch of flesh on the man’s arm.
“Why? I thought I wasn’t your type?”
“Did I say that?” He feigned stupidity. It was all part of his charm.
Grayson chuckled and told him, “You did!”
Aiden smirked and said, “Yet I’m touching you. Why aren’t you touching me back?”
Everything in Grayson told him not to touch the man. He should just turn and walk away. He could never trust someone as beautiful as Aiden to truly want him. He couldn’t look him in the eyes out of fear that he’d want him. He lowered his head, and his eyes gazed at Aiden’s swollen chest as it rose and fell.
As he watched Aiden’s chest rise and fall, he suddenly wanted to resist all his thoughts. He wanted to feel lost in the moment. That meant just going with the flow. There was a heat in the pit of his stomach that began to burn brighter and hotter. Grayson slowly lifted his hand. He could feel Aiden’s warm breath gently blowing on him, setting him on fire.
Aiden stood there, a ball of nerves and anxiety. Never had he wanted someone to touch him so badly. His lungs felt deprived of oxygen. No amount of breathing would give him his oxygen back. The cure for his broken lungs was just a touch from Grayson. He watched with patience as Grayson slowly extended his hand. The moment felt almost majestic.
Aiden gasped and air filled his lungs once more as Grayson’s soft hands touched his chest. There was a spark. It was bright, ignited, and dangerous. Aiden lifted Grayson's chin, and their eyes met again. Those grey beauties sang to Aiden.
They didn’t move. They held each other without an embrace. The air wrapped around them in the still of the night. Their breaths mingled in the narrow space between them. Those blue and grey eyes were locked like a storm just beyond the distance. Grayson’s hand moved to Aiden’s jaw. They both trembled with the weight of all the things unsaid. Every second stretched on like an eternity in darkness. Aiden leaned just enough for Grayson to feel his heat. Their lips were a whisper apart.
It wasn’t a kiss, but it felt like one. It felt like the ocean was swallowing them. The world was holding its breath. Grayson’s fingers brushed Aiden’s cheek. His touch was light as a feather. Aiden's lips parted, and his eyes fluttered. He’d never been touched so eloquently before. Then, just before their mouths met, Grayson pulled back, chest heaving, and undone.
“He’s in your room,” Grayson said. It was a statement with no room for debate.
Aiden breathed, “Yes!”
“You have enough storms for one night, Aiden.”
Grayson walked away from him. Aiden was left there to collect himself. His cock ached and his lips longed for what never came but what he wanted so badly. Aiden calmed himself down. He collected the ice and went back to his room, where Adam was waiting patiently for him.
Grayson required something to take his mind off that near kiss with Aiden. Five miles up the road was the “Rusty Pickle Bar.” He took a ride-share there. The little hole-in-the-wall bar looked less than appealing from the outside. He stepped inside, and it barely anyone there.
A couple of people were slow dancing, and there were about three barstools lined up at the bar. “II Most Wanted” by Beyonce and Miley Cyrus was playing. Grayson took a seat at the bar next to this long-haired Puerto Rican man. He was fairly attractive with freckles splattered across his cheeks. The man gave Grayson a head nod. Grayson returned the gesture and ordered a whiskey neat. The man had on a wedding band. His green eyes looked heavy with worry.
“It’s kind of dead here tonight, “he said.
“I’ve noticed,” Grayson said as he motioned for the bartender to refill his glass.
“I think maybe the storm kept everyone at home,” his speech slurred. “Everyone but me.”
“I just want to enjoy my drink,” Grayson said. He was trying to be polite. The last thing he wanted was to sit and deal in someone else’s misery. He had had enough of that in his own life.
“I apologize,” the man said. “You don’t want a stranger in your ear. Let me introduce myself. I’m Anthony Martinez.” He held his hand for Grayson to shake.
Grayson shook his head and then took the man’s hand. “You’re really gonna pretend you don’t know me?”
Anthony spoke with a tremble in his voice. “You walk in here after all these years acting as if you don’t know me. “Just want to enjoy my drink.” Your words. What are you doing here, Blue?”
“I heard you moved out this way. Heard you like to frequent this place. I just wanted to lay my eyes on you. Is that so bad?”
Anthony swallowed down the rest of his drink. He slammed the glass down on the counter. The last thing he needed in his life was to see Grayson. Yet, the very thing he needed in his life was to see Grayson.
“You know,” Anthony began, “I’ve been married three years and I’ve been faithful and loyal, but I’d still sacrifice my happy home for you. I’m a good man who you treat like shit. You don’t deserve me, but I give myself to you every time. What kind of man does that to his wife? Especially for a man who doesn’t love him?”
“I don’t know,” Grayson answered. There was something about the man’s raw emotion that turned him on. When he came into the bar, he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. That had quickly changed. Looking at Anthony, he suddenly knew what he wanted. It was the same thing he told himself not to want over and over. There was something so hot about a man willing to openly express his emotions. Ant always knew just how to articulate his feelings.
“You have two options, Ant. You can stay here in this mess, drinking and reminiscing about old times. Or you can fuck me tonight like old times and create a new time.”
Anthony nearly choked. “What? Are you serious?”
“Very,” Grayson told him with a straight face. “Haven’t you missed me?”
“I’ve never stopped missing you. I don’t have any protection. Jesus, I must be drunk,” he said as he ordered another shot of whiskey. “Am I dreaming about you again? Are you really here, Blue?”
Grayson finished his drink and “Don’t worry. I can’t get pregnant, and I’m clean. I take PrEP. And I’m really here for one night only, Ant.”
Grayson got up and held his hand out. Anthony looked almost hesitant to take his hand. Anthony looked around. There was no one there he knew. There was no one watching them. Anthony took Grayson’s hand and he pulled him out of the bar.
Anthony sat on the edge of the bed in the motel room. “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd played in the motel room. Grayson danced in the mirror as he drank from the bottle of vodka. He spun around and glared at Anthony. He was one big hot ball of a mess inside, and it was surfacing in his actions. His well put-together, polished image was cracking. He didn’t care. The liquor aided in lowering his façade of a man perfectly crafted.
Anthony finally stood up. He was a man in desperate need of Grayson’s contact and intimacy. The idea of being with a married man no longer bothered him. He just need to feel, to touch, and climax with someone who had stolen him years ago. Grayson had turned his back to him once again. Everything looked familiar to Anthony, it was just like the last time.
Anthony walked up behind and wrapped his arms around his waist nervously. The feel of human warmth and flesh made his pulse race. Grayson’s body relaxed under Anthony’s embrace. It had been so long since someone had held him in their arms. It excited him and sent the blood in his body pumping and rushing to his lower anatomy. Anthony kissed the back of his neck. It was a clumsy kiss, but soft in its nature.
Grayson guided him with a softness, “Don’t be nervous, just treat me like you used to and then don’t.”
That was all the encouragement and direction Anthony needed. His hands moved down Grayson’s body and slipped his pants and underwear down. His manly hands roamed those chocolate cakes. He had him bend slightly at the hips. Anthony loved the feel and look of Grayson’s beautiful ass. It was his second greatest asset.
Anthony blurted out, “Damn! It’s so perfect. It looks like my favorite piece of ass but it feels like something I ain’t never felt before.”
“That’s because you’ve never felt it before. Not like this, at least. It’s more experienced. It’s been through some things.”
Anthony smiled as he massaged those cheeks in both hands. His finger slipped into the dark valley of them and brushed against the tight hole. It made Grayson moan. Anthony got on his knees and spread those cheeks. His eyes gazed upon that soft rosebud. He needed a taste. He leaned in and kissed it. His tongue swiped across it. He slapped his ass and shoved his face deeper inside. His tongue rolled around the sensitive flesh of skin that created the dark ring. Each lick brought out a soft moan from Grayson. His dick was leaking in his underwear.
“You taste like I remember,” Anthony said.
Grayson looked back and told him, “I want to suck your dick.”
He turned around and pulled Anthony to his feet. He leaned in and kissed him. He could taste his ass on Anthony’s lips. He loved tasting himself. It was the only sweet thing in his life. The man quickly dropped his knees and unbuckled Anthony’s jeans. He pulled them halfway down and that uncut cock flopped out. Seeing it once again after so many years made his heart swell just a fraction.
It was a beautiful eight-inch cock with two veins snaking up the shaft. Barely visible dark pubes and two balls that looked filled and dying to burst. Grayson wrapped his hand around it and rolled the foreskin back. The head of Anthony’s cock came out. It was a dull pink, but it still looked tasty. A string of precum formed at the slit.
Grayson quickly took it into his mouth. Anthony let out a moan as those fat lips slid down his pole. Grayson took it to the back of his throat. Anthony placed his hand on the back of his head and began to fuck that willing mouth. He looked down at the sight before him. It was so sexy. A hot pair of lips coating his cock with saliva. He could feel Grayson’s tongue all around his pole.
“Fuck,” Anthony moaned. “You’re so good at it. Better than I remember.”
Grayson stood up and bent over. He presented him his ass to take. Anthony didn’t need to be told anything. He positioned himself directly behind Grayson. He lined his pole up, and it eased right inside of him. He split those cakes in a single push. Both men let out a moan. Anthony placed his hips on Grayson’s hips and began to fuck him harder. He liked the way those cheeks bounced as he fucked him. He could remember all those nights of digging into him and owning him. They were such powerful memories of a life that could have been.
“Fuck me,” Grayson panted.
He lifted one leg on the desk he was bent over. Anthony fucked him harder, hitting different spots inside him from the new angle. Anthony couldn’t get over how warm and tight it was inside the chocolate stud. That hole clung to his cock massaging and milking it. He worked his hips, slamming his pelvis into Grayson’s backside over and over.
He pulled out and fell back onto the bed. Grayson straddled him and began to bounce up and down on his fuck stick. Anthony met his movements, fucking up into him. He pounded into him. His balls slapped against those fat booty cheeks. Anthony spread his legs wider. He pushed deeper into him. He wanted to feel every tight space in that hole.
“It feels so fucking good,” Anthony exclaimed. He had longed for a touch for so long. He had been faithful for so long. His heart had dreamed of Grayson for so long.
Grayson eased up off him. His hole made a plop sound as he stood up. He laid on his stomach, and Anthony rolled on top of him. His slick cock slid in easily. Grayson let out a sweet moan. Anthony started to fuck him. He slammed his cock in and out of him. His hands found those booty cheeks again, and he cuffed them.
“This is for fucking loving me and leaving me,” Anthony grunted as he plowed into him.
He slowed down and worked his pelvis. He moved his body slowly, rolling and twisting his hips, making the man moan and grip the sheets. Grayson’s hole moistened. He felt wet and slick inside. Anthony’s balls tapped against his taint over and over. Grayson rocked his body back and forth. He fucked himself back against Anthony’s dick.
“You’re so deep in me,” Grayson cried.
Anthony asked, “You like my fucking dick? You missed me in this ass?”
“Yes,” he answered, followed by desperate pleas. “Fuck me harder! Fuck me, Ant! Give it to me!”
Those moans and pleas sounded hot to Antony. He pulled out and flipped Grayson on his back. He spread his legs as Anthony lifted his bottom half. That hole was dripping with cream. Anthony ran his length over that open tunnel and then shoved it back inside of him. He fucked him hard and fast. Grayson’s ass flexed around his cock. The look in their eyes said it all. They were just two people trapped in the cycle of their past. It could be felt in every movement.
Anthony pounded into him harder and faster. Grayson placed his hands on Ant’s ass. What a spectacular ass it was. It felt meaty and tight. Grayson squeezed on his ass. It seemed to make Anthony fuck him harder. His cock pounded him. The bed rocked and squeaked. Their moans grew loud and intense.
Grayson slid a finger between Anthony’s cheeks. His finger found his virgin sweaty pucker. It pulsed at that first touch. Anthony’s body squirmed as he fucked him harder. Grayson pushed his finger against the tight hole. The moisture from the sweat aided him. His finger popped inside, and he twisted it.
“FUCK!” Anthony screamed as he slammed his hips and dick into Grayson one last time. His cock exploded. He drenched the insides of that ass with his hot semen.
As his cock pumped in and out milking the last remains of his cum Grayson stroked himself to a climax. The night between the two of them didn’t end there. Grayson flipped Anthony onto his knees and popped his anal cherry. He finally got to claim Anthony after all those years.
Morning came faster than Grayson had expected. He slipped into his clothes and left Anthony sprawled out across the bed, face down, naked as the day he was born. He took in the sight of him once more. Memories of a night filled with pleasure and regret flashed across his mind. He opened the door and was hit with that charming, disarming smile from Aiden. That was the last person he had expected to see.
“Morning,” he greeted him as he handed him a cup of coffee.
“Morning,” he replied sheepishly as he took the coffee.
Aiden looked past him and saw a naked Anthony sleeping. He looked at Grayson and watched as the dark color drained from his face. Aiden placed his sunglasses on and then leaned in close to Grayson. He was closer than he needed to be, but he wanted him to feel his body heat. He wanted him to smell every part of him.
Aiden whispered, “Looks like you should keep that shot for yourself, Storm.”
“My name isn’t Storm. It’s Grayson,” he corrected him. He didn’t like the fact that Aiden had seen Anthony. That intimate part of himself he liked to keep hidden and locked away from everyone. Only the people he slept with could see those parts of him, and it was always under his terms and his control.
Aiden smirked. He hid his feelings under the guise of his chill vibe. “Sure it is…Storm.”
He turned and walked away. Grayson stood there disarmed, stripped of his high horse, and seen most unconventionally. He glanced back at the sleeping Anthony and then closed the door on his former lover. No goodbyes needed. Grayson was just a passing system.
TO BE CONTINUED
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