Graham's concentration was shot.
All morning he'd tried his best to stay focused, to lead an engaging and productive conversation with the new group at work – groundskeepers this week – but it seemed like every break in their meeting, every lull in the conversation, hell, every time he closed his eyes, his mind flooded with memories of the night before.
Archie had made him come a second time before their night ended, stroking him gently while they made out on the bed. It has been slower, lazier than their first round, but no less passionate. Graham's body had shaken with enough force to make the Richter scale as the second orgasm plowed through him. And now, sitting in a dull, gray conference room discussing vehicle maintenance schedules and waste management strategy, his neck burned as images of Archie's face, flushed with pleasure, hung in the forefront of his mind.
More than once, he'd had to adjust his posture to cover up the growing bulge in the front of his slacks.
It was going to be a long day.
When they finally broke for lunch, Graham was relieved.
“How was your weekend in town?” Charlie asked as they shuffled out of the conference room.
“It was surprisingly great,” Graham answered honestly. “Hit up a few good restaurants, spent some quality time outside. Almost felt like a real vacation.”
Charlie smiled. “I'm glad to hear that! Hopefully it was better than the long drive or layover you got to avoid.”
“Oh, absolutely. Thanks again for approving the extra nights. Being able to stay put and rest really meant a lot.”
“Of course,” Charlie nodded. “It seems like it helped.”
“Did it? That’s good.”
“It did!” Charlie nodded. “You seem relaxed today. Cheerful. I thought this morning went really well.”
“Thanks Charlie. Yeah, I thought this morning was very constructive. Hopefully we can get all the equipment inventoried without any trouble.” They walked in silence for a few yards before Graham continued. “Sorry if I've seemed…well, not cheerful before.”
Charlie laughed. “Oh no, I didn't mean that. You know, I did the whole weekly work trip thing for a while. For several years actually. I know how it wears on you. I can just tell the difference when you didn't just get off an airplane”
Graham laughed. “That's the truth.”
“I knew this was a big ask when leadership said they wanted someone onsite for the whole project. Six weeks away from family and friends and routine is a lot to ask of anyone.”
“Yeah,” Graham nodded. “It hasn't been too bad, though. Really. I’ve enjoyed it here.”
“I'm glad to hear it.” Charlie offered an encouraging smile. “Well, have a good lunch. See you back in a bit.”
Twenty minutes later, Graham sat down at a picnic table with his lunch, a sandwich from a cafe down the street. It was turning into a beautiful afternoon, and Graham didn't want to waste it all indoors.
His phone buzzed on the table.
He had a text from Archie when they took their first coffee break around ten o’clock, but he’d just now had a chance to reply.
Morning! It read. Hope I didn't keep you up too late.
It had been well after midnight when Archie left Graham's room. Late, but not too terrible. Nothing a little extra caffeine couldn't manage.
Good morning! He sent back. Of course not. Besides, it was worth it ;)
I was thinking, the new text read, if you wanted, I could come over again after work?
Hmm, Graham replied. I'll have to check my calendar.
Oh, ha ha :-P
Looks like I'm free!
Great! Archie replied. I'll see you a little after 10:00.
Graham smiled as he placed his phone down on the table and dug into his lunch.
It really was an impossibly beautiful day. Warm sunshine cut through the cool Spring air. A light breeze tickled the branches of nearby trees and pushed a few fluffy clouds across the blue, Toy Story sky. Graham looked up and studied the branches of a tree near the building’s entrance, noticing the tiny pink buds sprouting along its branches. It was refreshing, this dull, rough, corpse of an object slowly coming back to life, starting to put a little color back out into the world.
Graham laughed to himself. He could relate.
A knock on his door made Graham's heartbeat quicken. He stopped quickly at the full-length mirror on the wall, checking his to make sure his hair didn't look too unruly. He did a quick sniff test on his breath and his pits. Satisfied, and afraid to stall any longer, he opened the door.
Archie greeted him with a devilish smile.
“Hey there,” his voice dripped with sexuality.
“Hi,” Graham smirked, beckoning him into the room. “Glad you could make it.”
“Glad you could fit me in,” Archie quipped.
He was still dressed for his bar shift and carried a black backpack, which he dropped on the bench seat by the closet.
“Anytime.” Graham's voice was deep and raspy. “Literally. If I'm here, that door is open.”
Archie smiled and stepped towards him. “I'll keep that in mind.”
They stopped a few inches apart, staring at each other intently until Graham made the first move. He reached forward and placed his hands on Archie's hips, pulling him close until their bodies collided. Their lips joined like magnets, unable to resist the force between them. Their hips pressed together, shifting side to side, their cocks already awakening beneath their clothes.
“I've been thinking about this all day,” Graham confessed through kisses.
“Me too,” Archie smiled. “Full disclosure – I may have thought about it once already in the shower this morning.”
Graham chuckled into Archie's mouth. “Can't blame you for that, I suppose. I thought I was gonna have to think about it in the bathroom at work.”
Archie moaned and ground his groin against Graham's.
“I like thinking about you thinking about it,” he teased while Graham nibbled his jawline.
Archie’s hands found the hem of Graham's t-shirt and began to pull at it, lifting it to bare Graham's stomach. Graham leaned back, allowing Archie to pull the shirt off over his head. His hands descended on Archie's polo, pulling it out from his jeans, peeling it off in an eager, greedy grasp. They undressed in a flurry of belts and zippers and pants and briefs until, finally, breathlessly, they stood before each other, bodies naked, chests heaving, cocks hard.
Graham stood there, admiring Archie, relishing this first sight at his fully nude form. He looked like a carved statue, elegant and lean. The curve of his body flowed like a wave from his broad shoulders to his hips, an unbroken line Graham wanted to travel with his tongue. His legs were covered in dark hair, which thinned at his mid-thigh until exploding again in his tangle of dense pubes. His cock stood tall, arrow straight, pink and inviting against its dark base. Graham marveled at his beauty, his youth, his confidence, his athleticism, his strength. He was everything Graham was not and everything Graham had wanted.
He felt Archie's eyes admiring him, following the line of hair from his collar bone, across his muscular chest, down his stomach to his happy trail, which led seamlessly to his own pubic hair. His cock was fully erect, curving ever so slightly to the left, a thick vein visible along the top of the shaft. Archie devoured him with his eyes. Graham could feel it. He coveted it, this feeling of being craved.
Silently, Archie stepped forward and took Graham's cock in his hand. He began to stroke lightly, familiarizing the feeling of it in his hand. Graham mirrored the motion, savoring the novel yet familiar sensation of Archie's cock in his own grip – its texture and thickness and heat. Their eyes looked down in concentration, watching their hands at work. Graham wanted to memorize the sight as much as the feeling, loving the contrast of skin tones and shapes.
He reached up with his free hand and found Archie's neck, holding it tightly, bracing himself as they jerked each other off with steady determination. Archie’s free hand found Graham's neck, and they pulled each other in for a kiss, their tongues twisting and swirling, mirroring the stroke of their hands.
Finally, Graham's appetite took over, and for the second time in twenty-four hours he pushed Archie backwards onto the bed – his bed. Archie laughed and scooted back against the pillows, lounging decadently on the plush duvet as he looked up at Graham with sparkling, dark eyes. His body stretched long across the mattress, one leg bent at the knee, the other fully extended, his calves and quads perfectly defined. His cock lay against his stomach, and his balls hung heavily between his legs, smooth compared to the surrounding areas.
Graham admired him, unable to resist giving his own cock a tug.
“God, you're gorgeous,” he growled, squeezing himself.
Archie cocked an eyebrow.
“You're not half bad, yourself.”
He reached down and took his own cock in his hand, pushing it up and letting it drop again with a mouthwatering smack. He picked it up again and stroked it from base to tip. Graham groaned.
Archie hooked his hand behind his head and began to stroke himself more evenly. Graham watched, transfixed, as he jerked himself. They stared at each other, completely mesmerized.
“I like watching you touch yourself,” Archie purred.
“Yeah?” Graham asked, reaching up to squeeze his nipple. “I like watching you, too. Almost as much as getting to touch you myself.”
Archie smiled and pressed his hips up into his hand.
“Why don't you come over here and touch me then?” He smirked.
Graham obeyed.
He slowly crawled onto the bed, straddling Archie with his hands and knees until he hovered over his face. He felt Archie's hand travel up his arm, squeezing his bicep and shoulder before hooking around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It was long and slow and tender. Archie’s mouth was warm and sweet.
Graham hooked a knee between Archie's legs and gently pushed them apart, lowering himself until their bodies made contact. He felt Archie's smooth chest and stomach press up against his, felt his cock land in Archie's pubes, which were somehow both soft and rough against his shaft. Archie wrapped his arms around Graham's shoulders, his hands exploring Graham's back, holding him, pulling him close.
Slowly, Graham began to rock his hips back and forth. His cock slid alongside Archie's, the friction was warm and steady, like fire on a cold Winter day, and he was surprised by the pleasure such a simple motion could produce. But it was about so much more than their cocks, he realized. The pleasure radiated from every spot in which their torsos connected, his body noticing, responding to each and every point of contact.
He loved how Archie's body pressed against his own, strong and resilient beneath Graham's weight. Graham could be gentle, he realized, when he wanted to, but he didn't need to be. He knew Archie could match him, could hold his own, could give it back.
He began to thrust more quickly, feeling his skin warm from the friction. Archie’s pubes made for a fascinating texture against his cock, tickling and grazing and even scratching him unpredictably. Archie moaned against his mouth, and he knew his own body hair must be having a similar effect.
As Graham picked up speed, he felt Archie's hand leave his neck and reach down between them. It took hold of Graham's shaft and placed it directly atop his, anchoring them together. On Graham's next thrust, they both let out a shameless moan. The feeling of Archie's velvet-smooth cock against his was strange and intoxicating. He could feel the heat coming off it, passing into his own body and radiating up into his core.
He lifted himself onto his elbows, arching his back to fine tune his motions, grinding their bodies together with expert precision. He broke their kiss and looked into Archie's smoldering eyes.
Archie smiled. “You like that?”
“Yeah,” Graham nodded breathlessly. “Yeah, it feels really good.”
Archie shifted his hand, escalating from gentle guide to firm grip. Graham’s thrusts became fast and shallow. Their eyes bore into one another.
“Shit,” Graham laughed as he lost his rhythm, their cocks breaking apart. “Sorry.”
Archie raised an eyebrow. “My turn.”
He pushed against Graham's torso, easily throwing the weight off of him as he rolled them over and pinned Graham to the mattress. Graham was stunned, delighted, and undeniably turned on by the motion, by being on the receiving end of Archie's strength. It was a novelty, being the one getting tossed around, but he liked it.
Archie straddled his hips and realigned their cocks with his fist. Then, he leaned forward and released a long string of saliva onto his own shaft. Graham watched, fixated, as it fell onto Archie's cock and gasped when Archie spread it onto his own.
Properly lubricated, Archie began to buck his hips back and forth. He leaned back, placing a hand on Graham's thigh to brace himself, giving his body more leverage. Graham didn't know where to look – his abs rippled and contracted with each thrust of his hips; his cock slid easily through his fist, coming at Graham like a bullet down the barrel of a gun before retreating just as quickly; his head leaned back, veins pulsing in his neck.
Graham took hold of his hips, gripped his thighs, traced his abs, squeezed his chest. Precum dripped from both of them, adding even more lubrication. He could smell its musky aroma; he could feel the warm, bright pleasure in his abdomen; he could hear them both breathing and moaning, probably a bit too loudly for the thin hotel walls. But he didn't care. His mind was being blown in too many ways at once to even think about censoring himself now.
He reached down and replaced Archie's hand with his own, needing desperately to feel this union for himself. Archie didn't seem to mind. He placed a second hand on Graham's thighs, his back arching, his torso lengthening, his hips thrusting even more frantically.
He looked down and locked eyes with Graham's, his brow furrowed with list and determination.
“Fuuuuuck,” Graham groaned.
He gripped their shafts, wet and glistening, with both hands, while Archie hammered against him. He could feel Archie's balls slapping against his own, a sensation somewhere in the gray between pleasure and pain. It was intense and incredible and the e pressure began to rise, like the whistle of a tea kettle, starting low before increasing, louder and higher until its cry could be heard from every corner of the house.
“Fuck, Archie,” he gasped.
“I'm getting close,” Archie cried.
“Me too,” Graham growled.
“I'm gonna come! Fuck, I'm coming!”
Archie cried out as he exploded all over Graham. Ropes flew across his torso, wetting the hair on his chest and stomach, threatening to reach his face. The sight and smell of it was too much, and it pushed Graham over the edge.
“Archie,” he gasped as he erupted.
He tried to watch as their simultaneous orgasms rippled through them, but his vision began to blur from the sheer intensity of it all, the world hidden behind a veil of sheer pleasure. He didn't know exactly when Archie stopped thrusting, he only became aware of Archie's weight on his legs, his hand on his chest.
Their chests heaved for a few silent minutes as they tried to regain their composure. Their erections subsided, Archie's resting against Graham's groin, and Graham became aware of Archie's bare ass against his thigh. The locked eyes, their expressions bewildered.
“Wow,” Graham laughed.
“What?” Archie smiled.
“Just…this. You.”
A faint blush graced Archie's cheeks, and he leaned forward, his head falling into Graham's shoulder.
“That was really fucking hot,” he said, chest shaking with laughter.
“I think I blacked out,” Graham confessed.
“I might have too.”
They laughed as Archie stretched out, his body covering Graham's like a blanket, his face burying into Graham's neck. Graham liked the feeling of his weight on top of him. He felt protected, secured, anchored, like he was sturdy enough to keep Graham from drifting away.
They laughed again.
Graham wrapped his arms around Archie’s torso, loving the way he fit perfectly into Graham's embrace. There was no caution, no delicacy in the gesture; he could feel Archie's strong back against his arms and knew it could hold its own.
A strange realization crept into Graham's mind, like dry ice creeping across a theater stage, only this idea brought clarity and revelation rather than obscurity and obstruction. Graham realized that despite the countless times he and Julie had made love, despite their relatively healthy sex life, this was the first time in his life Graham had ever felt his body take over. This was the first time he'd ever truly surrendered to his desire, ignoring that inner warning to stay gentle and safe, feeling free to unleash his primal instincts and indulge his unhindered lust. With Archie, there was no censorship, no performance, no real-time introspection as to whether he was being too selfish, too aggressive, too rough. With Archie, there was only passion, pleasure, and a budding intimacy so strong it made Graham a little scared.
Here, for the first time, covered in their collective sweat and spend, Graham felt totally free.
