7 comments/ 13808 views/ 14 favorites Graham and Griffin Ch. 01 By: emilyandalucia Griffin's POV High school wasn't a horrible experience for me. I was lucky. I was able to fit in at my private high school by using my smarts and sense of humor to hide my true self. I made friends with everyone...the jocks, the stoners, the nerds...everyone loved me. I was a true chameleon. No one knew the true me. I wanted to go to college and was accepted everywhere I applied. I was able to accept my first choice because of my parent's careful planning. I was excited to finally leave my conservative upbringing and become the person I was meant to be. In August, I left the home that I had lived my entire life. I was sad, but I knew it was for the best. As I pulled out of the driveway of my childhood home, my parents waved with smiles on their faces. I didn't look back. ******************************* Arriving at college is a scary experience. I almost wish that my parents had come with me. I check in at my dorm and get a key and room number. I'm on the 9th floor and am assigned a double, which means I have a roommate. The elevator is out of service. I have to walk up nine flights of stairs with two suitcases. This is not a good start to my college experience. As soon as I make it up to the ninth floor, I find my room, 919. I am out of breath and very red. I put my key into the lock and enter the room. It is a typical dorm room. It is divided into two sections...they both were identical...a bed, a desk and a wardrobe. I decide to take the left side because it is further from the door. I spend the next 30 minutes putting away my clothes and making my bed. As I am putting away the last of my things, the door opens and a boy appears with an entourage. The boy is tall. He is at least 3 inches taller than me and has dark hair. His entourage includes a man, woman and two small children under 10 years old...one boy and one girl. As he enters the room, I meet his eyes and smile. He smiles back. I can tell the minute our eyes meet that we will get along perfectly. "Hi," he says. His eyes are dark brown with a fleck of yellow in them. "Hey," I say. I walk towards him and put out my hand and say, "I'm Griffin." He shakes my hand and says, "I'm Graham." "Oh! Wow! Two "G" names." I blush a bright red. "Oh, yeah! That's weird." He grins at me and turns around to acknowledge his entourage. "Um, Griffin, this is my family. My dad, Luke. My Mom, Phoebe. My sister and brother, Lila and Brian." I wave and said, "Hi, Graham's family." I feel very weird and out of place. I think that Graham's family senses that I feel uncomfortable. They quickly say goodbye to Graham. His mom and siblings give him a kiss on the cheek and his dad shakes his hand. I see the tears in his mom's eyes as his family exits the room. "I'm glad that's over," sighs Graham, as he lifts his suitcases onto his bed. "Really? They seem really nice. I kind of wish that my parents had come with me." He turns and frowns at me. "Your parents didn't come with you?" "No," I said looking down at my feet. I am suddenly embarrassed and worried about what Graham is thinking. "No worries," said Graham. I look up and there is a huge smile on his face. I instantly feel better. Graham spends the next couple of minutes unpacking his suitcases as I sit on my bed and watch him. He is tall and lean with broad shoulders. I can tell that he is athletic-either a runner or a swimmer. His dark hair is curly and spiraled to the nape of his neck. He is delicious. "Uh...where are you from?" I ask. "Seattle, Washington. You?" "Me, too." He turns and looks at me with a ruminative look on his face. "Really? Where did you go to school high school?" "Evergreen Prep." He grins at me. "Ah, a private school boy. I went to Johnson High School." I grin back. "My roomie is a public school boy. I better watch out. You might corrupt me." "Yep! That's my plan." We stand and stare at each other with goofy grins on our faces. This is going to be a good year. Graham's POV Oh, wow! My roommate, Griffin, is a total hottie. I can't believe that I'm going to be living with him for the entire school year. How did I get so lucky? The minute I walk into my dorm room and see him I can hardly breathe. Unfortunately, I have to keep my emotions in check because my entire family is following behind me. I love my family, but sometimes they can be a little too much. If they sense the feelings I am having for my new roommate, they would out me in a second and I'm not sure if I'm ready for Griffin to find out that I'm gay. I'm definitely not in the closet, but I want to take my time in revealing my sexual orientation to my new roommate. I don't want to freak him out! Griffin is gorgeous. He's a couple of inches shorter than me, stocky (not fat!) and has dishwater blond hair that hangs past his ears. When I walk into the room, he is facing away from me and I am able to check out his strong muscular legs and his round firm butt. He is definitely my type. His personality is even better. I know that I've only known him for a few minutes, but I can tell. He's polite to my parents and I can tell that he would be a great role model to my younger sister and brother just by the way he looks and smiles at them. I am getting way ahead of myself. I don't even know if he's gay. My family leaves quickly and I'm relieved. I begin unpacking my stuff. I have lots of stuff. Griffin is sitting on his bed and watching me. I can feel his eyeballs burning into the back of my head. This is a good sign. He says, "Uh...where are you from?" I say, "Seattle, Washington. You?" He says, "Me, too." I turn around and look at him. I can't believe it. We've grown up in the same city and never met. Yes, it's a large city, but still it's a huge coincidence. Trying not to sound too surprised I say, "Really? Where did you go to school high school?" He says, "Evergreen Prep." I grin at him. "Ah, a private school boy. I went to Johnson High School." He grins back. "My roomie is a public school boy. I better watch out. You might corrupt me." I grin even wider. "Yep! That's my plan." We stand and stare at each other with goofy grins on our faces. This is going to be a good year. Graham and Griffin Ch. 02 Griffin's POV School is in full swing and I'm really enjoying it so far. I haven't declared my major yet, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be English Education. I've wanted to be an English teacher since I was in elementary school. Right now I'm just focusing on getting my general requirements out of the way. Graham is in only one of my classes, Geology 101, but that doesn't mean that I don't see him all the time. When we are not in class, we hang out in our dorm room studying, watching T.V. or listening to music. We've also hung out a couple of times with our neighbors, Ben and Carson. They are cool guys. Even though we hang out all the time, Graham and I have avoided having any sort of real conversation. I mean we talk all the time, but it's usually about superficial stuff like our favorite movies or the best pizza toppings. I guess we are still trying to figure each other out. I really want to get to know him better. Graham and I are hanging out in our room on a Friday afternoon the second week of school. We are both done with our classes for the week. He is lying on his bed reading a book for his Introduction to Contemporary Literature class. I am sitting at my desk across the room surfing the web on my laptop. Every few minutes I sneak a peek at Graham. I've started to do this when we are alone in our room. I have it bad. He is wearing a slightly fitted green t-shirt that shows off his toned strong arms and a pair of brown corduroy pants that hang loosely on his hips. He is so tall (or the bed is so short) that his bare feet hang an inch or so off the bed. My eyes scan up his body until the best part of his body comes into focus; his lips. I don't really know how to describe them except to stay they are full, but not too full and pink, but not too pink. I've never touched them, but I imagine they are velvety to the touch. As I am ogling his luscious lips, Graham suddenly looks up and catches me in the act. Our eyes meet and even though I want to, I can't turn away. "Hi," he says softly. He closes his book and lays it down on the bed next to him. "What are you doing?" He doesn't break our eye contact. "Checking my Facebook," I mumble. "Oh, really," he quips. He rolls onto his side facing me his hand propping up his head. In the process, his shirt rides up a little bit and I can see a sliver of his smooth golden stomach peeking out. I suddenly can't breathe. "You know what?" He says. "What?" I sound like there is a frog in my throat. "We haven't left campus since we got here. I think it's time to go explore. You wanna come with me?" He raises his eyebrows in anticipation of my answer. I nod. I am speechless. His perfect lips suddenly transform into a huge smile. "Cool. Let's go." Graham's POV Griffin likes me! I think...maybe...I don't know. This afternoon when I was reading in bed I caught him checking me out. I've suspected that he'd been watching me for the past couple of days, but this was the first time I caught him. Not wanting to embarrass him, I quickly suggest that we leave campus and have an adventure. He agrees. I am excited. We start to get ready. As I put on my jacket, I carefully watch him as he digs in his dresser for a hoodie to wear. He is wearing tight black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt that advertises a band that I've never heard of and red converse tennis shoes. He looks perfect and it takes every ounce of my being to keep from walking over, wrapping my arms around him and rubbing my hands all over his cute tight butt. "Slow down, Graham," I say to myself. "You need to get to know this guy a little better before you go and jump his bones." "You ready?" He turns to me and smiles. He has a really cute dimple in his left cheek when he smiles. "Yep," I say and smile back. We walk around town for about an hour going in and out of the few shops that are open. It's a small town that mainly consists of a few antique boutiques, a thrift store and a handful of small restaurants and coffee shops. We have fun rummaging through the small collection of men's clothing at the thrift store. We find out that we are both into vintage clothing. He likes old band t-shirts from the 90's. He finds one and buys it. In the end, we settle down in a small coffee shop at a table in the back. We each have a steaming cup of coffee in front of us and a plate of assorted donuts to share between the two of us. At first our conversation is pretty much like the ones that we've been having the past two weeks. He asks me about a concert that I went to during the summer and I ask him about the intro to music class he is taking this quarter. I know, though, that if I want to get to know him better, we need to have a dialogue that has a little more substance. When there is a lull in our exchange, I dive right in and ask him something that I've wanted to ask since the first day we met. "Your parents didn't bring you to school. How come?" He hesitates for a minute and looks down at his cup of coffee. "I didn't want them to." "Why?" He looks up at me and frowns. "We don't really get along. I thought it would be easier to make a clean break from them. I'm not really sure how much I want them to be involved in my life here. You get along with your parents?" "Yeah, I do. My parents are really great. Why don't you get along with your parents?" He shifts uneasily in his chair and looks over my head at the front entrance. I have the feeling that he is uncomfortable and would rather leave than have this discussion. "Um, we don't really see eye to eye on things that are important to me." "Like?" He sighs. "I really don't know how to explain it. They want me to be a certain way and I'm not sure I can live up to their expectations. It's better if I don't have contact with them for a while so I can find out who I truly am. I'm still figuring things out." I smile at him. I really want to get up, go to him, give him a hug and tell him he's going to be okay, but I don't. I sense that this would totally freak him out. Instead, I say, "I understand, Griffin. I went through a similar thing a few years ago. Luckily, my parents were really supportive and I was able to get through it." He stares at me for a couple of seconds and asks, "What did you go through?" I know that I have to tell him. I can't keep it a secret forever. He's going to find out eventually. "When I was in 5th grade I realized something about myself." He continues to stare. "What did you realize, Graham?" I take a deep breath, look into his eyes and say, "I am gay." Graham and Griffin Ch. 03 Chapter 3 Griffin's POV Graham just came out to me. I don't know how to react. My first reaction is to grab Graham's hand and say, "Me, too," but instead I do something that is horrible, unforgivable. I get up and walk out of the coffee shop. I don't really know where I am. I decide to go left towards the thrift store where we had been a half hour ago. When I arrive at the thrift store, I go in, walk to the back of the store and enter one of the dressing rooms. I sit down on the bench and put my head in my hands. What have I done? Why did I react this way? I should happy. I like Graham. I'm attracted to Graham. Instead, all I feel is fear. Fear that my parents will find out. Fear that Graham will not like me back. Fear that I will never be good enough for anyone. As I am sitting there contemplating my next step, I hear a voice calling out my name. The voice belongs to Graham. "Griffin," he whispers. "Griffin?" I know that I have to face him and my fears. It's now or never. "I'm in here." The curtain is pulled back and there stands Graham. His face is red, his dark eyes are wide, his curly hair is sticking out crazily in every direction...he is beautiful. Graham steps into the dressing room and pulls the curtain closed. He gazes at me with an intensity that causes a reaction in my body that I've never felt before. I know what I need to do. I slowly get up and walk towards him. He steps back, but before he can leave the dressing room I lunge forward and wrap my arms around his waist. He hesitates at first. I can tell he is unsure on how to proceed, but within a few seconds his arms pull me tightly to him. I'm in heaven. We stand like this for a very long time. I don't know how long. It could have been minutes or hours. I finally say in a very quiet voice, "I'm sorry." I nuzzle my nose into his chest. I can hear his heart beating a mile a minute. He lowers his lips to the top of my head and kisses it. "I know." Graham's POV It's been a couple of days since I came out to Griffin. In the back of mind I knew that he might have a really hard time dealing with the fact that I am gay. His initial reaction almost broke my heart, but we were able to clear things up pretty quickly. I accepted his apology immediately and we were able to move on like nothing had changed between the two of us. We were roomies and friends. After the "incident" in the dressing room, we returned to our dorm, undressed and went to bed. I couldn't get the feeling of his body pressed against mine out of my head. He fit so perfectly into me and his hair smelt so good. I wanted things to go much further. ********************************* ********************************* It's Wednesday evening and we are both studying in our room. I am sitting at my desk typing away on my laptop. I have an essay due tomorrow and I'm finally finishing up the conclusion. It's a good essay and I'm confident that I will get a pretty good grade. As I am typing the last couple of sentences, Griffin lets out a loud yawn. I peek over to his side of the room and see him sitting on his bed cross-legged with his laptop in his lap. I can't look away. He's wearing nothing but a pair of plaid boxer shorts. I want to go over, remove the laptop from his lap and ravish his body. "You done with your homework?" At this point, I'm typing as quickly as I can to finish my essay. "Yes, finished a couple of minutes ago. I'm looking for a movie to watch on Netflix." "What are you thinking about watching?" In my head I'm thinking, "Please, please, please invite me over to watch a movie with you." He's a mind reader. "Do you want to come over when you are done and watch a movie with me? You can pick anything that you want." "Okay." I try not to sound too excited. "How about Edward Scissorhands? If it's not on Netflix, I have it on DVD." A few minutes later Griffin replies, "It's ready when you are." Ten minutes pass. I save my completed essay and quickly slip out of my clothes until all I have on is a pair of blue boxer briefs. I slowly make my way over to Griffin's side of the room. I stop and take in the scene. He is snuggled in under his down comforter with just a hint of his upper body showing. His eyes are closed and he's breathing deeply. "Griffin," I whisper. His eyes flutter open. "Yes." "Do you still want to watch a movie?" "I don't know...I'm really tired." "That's okay. I'm tired, too. Go to bed." I start to walk back to my side of the room. "Graham?" I turn around and Griffin is sitting up in his bed. "Yeah." "Will you sleep with me?" My breath stops for a moment, but I quickly regain my composure. "Okay." I move swiftly to his bed, pull back the covers and slip in. He's lying on his side away from me. I turn my body into him, but I don't make contact with him. Why does he want me to sleep with him? Is he trying to tell me something? We lay like this for a few minutes. His body is still and I'm almost certain that he has fallen asleep. I close my eyes and slowly begin to drift off. His soft voice suddenly interrupts my descent. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" My eyes flicker open. "Yes." "Just one?" "Yes." "Is he still your boyfriend?" "No. We broke up over the summer." "Why?" "We didn't want to have a long distance relationship. Jeremy is going to school in Arizona." "His name is Jeremy?" "Yes." "How long were you together?" "Almost a year." Griffin is silent again. I'm not sure where he is going with all these questions. I want to ask some of my own. "Have you ever had a boyfriend, Griffin?" His body noticeably stiffens and I'm afraid that I've scared him off. I'm so stupid. "Sorry. You don't have to answer that." "It's okay. No, I've never had a boyfriend." I take a deep breath. I need to be brave. I need to find out if I even have a chance with him. "Do you want a boyfriend?" The question slips out of my mouth and I instantly regret it. I close my eyes and wait for the repercussions. I feel a shift in the bed and when I open my eyes, Griffin is watching me, our faces only inches apart. I notice for the first time that he has a tiny mole at the corner of his mouth. I want to lean in and kiss it. "Why would you ask me that, Graham?" I take a deep breath and spiral even further into the abyss. "I want to be your boyfriend, Griffin." Graham and Griffin Ch. 04 Griffin's POV Graham is in my bed. I can't believe he is here. I've never had another man in my bed let alone one I like. I can't believe I had the courage to invite him to sleep with me. I can feel his warm body only inches away and his breath on my back. I want him to touch me, but I don't have the guts to make the first move. Instead, I ask him the question I've wanted to ask him since I found out that he is gay. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" I feel his body shift behind me. He answers quickly. "Yes." I hesitate and continue my questions. "Just one?" "Yes." "Is he still your boyfriend?" I hold my breath. The answer to this question will determine my future with Graham. "No. We broke up over the summer." Relief rushes through my body. "Why?" "We didn't want to have a long distance relationship. Jeremy is going to school in Arizona." "His name is Jeremy?" "Yes." "How long were you together?" "Almost a year." I'm suddenly jealous. This boy, Jeremy, had the privilege of being Graham's boyfriend for almost an entire year. Did Graham love Jeremy? Did he still want to be with him? Why did they go to separate colleges? As I'm dealing with all of this new information, he asks me a question that leaves me paralyzed. "Have you ever had a boyfriend, Griffin?" I sense that he notices the sudden change in my body and I know he instantly regrets asking this very personal question. He quickly backtracks. "Sorry. You don't have to answer that." How do I respond? Do I tell him the truth? I lie. "It's okay. No, I've never had a boyfriend." As soon as the lie escapes my mouth, I instantly regret it. When I left for college, I made a promise to myself that I would be honest about my sexuality, but when suddenly confronted with the opportunity to reveal the truth, I chicken out. It would be so easy to tell Graham the truth, but I'm scared. I've never told anyone about Ryan and my experience with him the summer before my junior year in high school. I'm not even sure Ryan was a true boyfriend. Everything we did was in secret and had only lasted 6 weeks. As I'm contemplating how to tell Graham the truth without looking like a complete idiot, he asks another question that gives me the opportunity to redeem myself. "Do you want a boyfriend?" I take a deep breath and roll over until I'm face to face with Griffin. His eyes are closed. His eyelashes are long and curl up. I want to lean into him and kiss each eyelid. His eyes open. He has a look of both regret and longing. I want to put him out of his misery, but first I need to know why he would ask me this question. "Why would you ask me that, Graham?" I wait in anticipation. "I want to be your boyfriend, Griffin." I can tell that he wants to run from my bed, but before he can I put my hand on the back of his neck, pull his face to mine and press my lips to his. Graham's POV Oh, God. Griffin is kissing me. His lips are warm and soft. They fit perfectly over mine. The pressure is a perfect combination of gentle and hard. I don't know what to do. How do I react to this unexpected development? It takes me a second to respond, but without thinking too much, I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him into me. He groans and I can feel his penis grinding into my stomach. His kisses become more intense. He bites my lower lip and runs his tongue over my upper lip simultaneously. I run my hands up and down his back until my right hand reaches under his boxers and I caress his butt in a circular motion. Suddenly, without warning, he pulls away from me and rolls onto his back. Shit. I went too far. I pull the duvet off me and begin to get out of bed. Before my legs hit the floor, Griffin grabs my arm. "Please. Don't go." He turns to me and pulls me back into his bed. We are now facing each other and his left hand is running up and down my right arm. "Griffin. I'm so..." He interrupts me before I can apologize for taking things too far. "I lied to you," he confesses. I let him continue. "I've had a boyfriend. His name is Ryan. I met him at a creative writing class I took the summer before my junior year. It didn't last long. I'm sorry I lied. I was scared." His hair is hanging in his eyes and I bring my left hand up and push the blonde strands out of his face. His forehead is heavy with perspiration. I move my hand down to his cheek, cupping it gently. With my fingertips, I begin to massage the right side of his face slowly and lovingly. "Why are you scared, Griffin?" He leans into my hand. His hand comes to rest on my upper arm. "I'm not brave like you, Graham. I'm not out to anyone. The only people who know I'm gay are you and Ryan. I can't tell my parents. They'll hate me." He pauses and I continue my exploration of his body with my fingertips moving down to his shoulder and chest. He shivers under my touch. "I made a promise to myself that when I came to college that I would be honest about who I am. If I can't tell you the truth, how can I be honest with anyone else?" Without really thinking, I haul him up and into my lap. He is facing away from me and I wrap my arms his waist and nuzzle my face into his neck. He leans back into me and places his hands over mine. I whisper in his ear, "You did tell me the truth. You are brave." His body begins to shake and I know that he is crying. My arms tighten around his waist and begin to place small light kisses across his back and shoulder blades. I continue doing this until his shakes stop. He is suddenly very still. "Oh, crap, Graham, I'm such a cry baby." My lips are pressed into his back, but I can't help giggling into him. "Are you laughing at me?" Griffin struggles to break free. I pull him even closer to me. "No, Griffin, stop! I was just thinking back to my sophomore year when I came out. A day didn't go by when I didn't dissolve into tears at least five times a day. You are a Spartan compared to me." He eases back into me. My right hand begins to move softly up and down his firm stomach. "Was it really hard for you?" He asks me softly. His hand follows my movement up and down. "Yes, but I got through it. My parents helped me a lot." "When did you know?" I sigh. My lips press lightly into his neck. My hand rests on his stomach. His hand remains on my mine. "I've known I was gay since I was in the 5th grade. I remember this because it's when most of the boys in my class started talking about girls. How cute they were, how they wanted to kiss them. I liked girls as friends, but I didn't want to kiss them. My best friend in 5th grade was Ethan. He was the tallest boy in class and a great soccer player. When the boys in my class talked about kissing girls, I thought about kissing Ethan." "Did you kiss him?" I laugh softly rubbing my nose into the nape of his neck. "No. I didn't have the courage. He moved away after 5th grade and I never saw him again." "When did you first kiss a guy?" Griffin begins moving his hand up and down my arm. "Jeremy was my first kiss." Griffin is silent. "Griffin, are you okay?" "Do you love Jeremy? Are you sad that you broke up?" "Yes, I love Jeremy. He was my first boyfriend. I was sad when we broke up." As the words roll out my mouth, I know instantly that I've made a mistake. Griffin wiggles out of my arms and rolls off of my lap. He is now facing away from me. Oh, shit! What have I done? He pours his heart out to me and I ruin the entire moment by confessing something that is not appropriate for this time and place. "Griffin," I begin, but he interrupts me before I can explain what I meant. "I need to go to bed, Graham. I have an early class." The tone of his voice is a mixture of sadness, anger and regret. "But, Griffin, I need to explain, I..." He interrupts me again. "Please. I need sleep. We can talk in the morning." I want to pull him back into my arms and make him listen, but I know that I've hurt him too much. He needs time for all of this to sink in and be okay with what we've done and what I've told him. "Do you want me to go to my own bed?" I ask him quietly. Griffin hesitates for a second. "I think that would be for the best." My heart sinks. I've ruined everything. Graham and Griffin Ch. 05 Griffin's POV I wake up before my alarm goes off. The events of last night come rushing back. My mind first goes to Graham's warm kisses and touches, his arms around me. He was so kind and understanding when I told him about Ryan and my fear of disappointing my parents. I then made a mess of everything by asking about Jeremy. My worse fear had come to light. Graham was still in love with his ex-boyfriend. There are so many questions running through my head. Why did Graham want to be my boyfriend if he still loved Jeremy? Why did he kiss me and touch me? Why did he get my hopes up that we would be more than friends? I didn't have time to think about all of this right now. I have class, homework and a big project in my music class to worry about. I get ready quickly pulling on a pair of jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. I don't care how I look today. I usually take my time getting ready. This morning my main priority is to get out of the room before Graham wakes. I'm not ready to have the conversation that I know is inevitable. As I leave the room, I glance quickly at a sleeping Graham. He is lying on his stomach. His sheet and bedspread are bunched at the end of the bed leaving his body uncovered. He's only wearing a pair of blue boxer briefs that have shifted down exposing the upper half of his golden hairless butt. I want to go over and give him a trail of kisses over his beautiful naked butt. I don't. Instead, I open the door and leave the room. As I quietly shut the door, the door across the hall opens and Carson, our neighbor emerges. Carson is a nice guy. Graham and I have hung out with him and his roommate, Ben, a few times. He's my height, but a little bigger. He was a wrestler in high school, but wasn't good enough to receive a scholarship. He's hoping to win a walk on position on the college wrestling team when the season starts. I can tell he's headed to the gym because he's wearing a pair of nylon shorts, t-shirt and running shoes. He's not really my type, but I can't help checking him out as he locks his door. He turns and sees me standing there. He gives me a big smile, his blue eyes twinkling. "Hey, Griffin, you headed to class this early?" I smile back at him a little embarrassed that he caught me checking him out. He doesn't seem to mind. "Yeah. I don't know why I signed up for a 8am class." He laughs. "I hear ya. Mornings are the only time I can get to the gym. You wanna walk with me?" I nod and we head to the elevator. "How are things? Do you like your classes?" I shrug. "They're okay. I'm just ready to get done with all my requirements so I can focus on my major." "What's your major?" "English Education. How about you?" "Oh, cool, a teacher. I'm thinking sports medicine. I wanna be a trainer for a professional sports team. It's not realistic, but I can't think of anything else I wanna do." "That sounds awesome, " I say. "You can get your friends free tickets to whichever team you work for." "Totally," he says. We step into the elevator. He pushes the 1st floor button. On the way down we don't say anything to each other. When the elevator stops at our floor, we step off. "Hey, dude, I have to go this way." He points to the left. "Which way are you going?" I point in the opposite direction. "Kay, I guess I'll see you around," he says. "Sure. See you." I head off to class. Suddenly, a hand is on my shoulder. I turn around. Carson is in front of me. He looks a little nervous. "Um...I'm going to check out the movie that's playing in the student union tonight. Do you wanna come with me?" I hesitate for a minute. Is he asking me out on a date? Probably not. He's a jock. He's just being friendly. I smile at him and say, "Sure. Sounds fun." "Righteous, " he says. "The movie starts at 7. I'll come by at 6:30. Is that okay?" "Sounds great. See you then." He turns and walks away. I can't help but watch him as he strides out the door. Graham's POV I wake up in the morning and Griffin is gone. I'm not surprised. I know that he has an early class on Thursdays. In the back of my mind, I was hoping he would blow if off so that we could have a talk about what happened last night. I can't believe I was such an idiot. I want to rewind time and do everything right. I want to tell him that, yes, I love Jeremy, as a friend, but I'm not in love with Jeremy. Yes, I was sad we broke up, but I'm not anymore. I get out bed and head to the shower. As I'm entering my room, back from the shower, I see Carson walking towards me. He's a cool guy. I decide to stop and be friendly. Besides Griffin, I haven't made too many friends and Carson seems like a good prospect. "Hey, Carson. What's going on?" He stops in front of his door. "Not much, dude. Just coming back from the gym." "Good for you, man. I wish I had time to hit up the gym." I'm putting on my best macho guy persona. I don't know why, but I feel like Carson will be more open to me if I engage in some "jock talk" with him. "Hell ya. You should join me sometime." "Cool." I turn and I'm about to fit my key into the lock. "I saw Griffin this morning. He looked pretty torn up." I freeze. "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah, looked like his dog died." I chuckle. "I don't think his dog died. We are not allowed to have pets in the dorm." "Well, anyway, he looked really down. He's a cute kid. I invited him to the student union tonight for movie night." I can't breathe. "Really? Is he going with you?" "Hell ya. He's really excited about it." Griffin is going to the movies with Carson? Is this the kind of guy Griffin is attracted to? I tell Carson that Griffin is my guy, but I can't. Griffin hates me. "I hope you guys have a really good time," I lie. "Thanks, dude. Hit me up if you ever want a good work out." I'm numb. "Thanks, man. I'll let you know." I enter my room and slam the door shut. My first reaction is to run to my bed, curl up and cry myself to sleep. Instead, I get dressed and sit down at my desk. I need to do something. I need to do something that shows Griffin how much I really care about him. Griffin's POV I'm exhausted. It's 5:30pm and I've spent all day in class and in the library working on my homework and my music project. What I really want to do is take a shower and go to bed, but I promised Carson that I would go to the movies with him. I enter my room and I'm alone. Graham is usually here when I get home. I'm both relieved and disappointed at the same time. Where is he? Is he avoiding me? I'm conflicted about my feelings. I walk over to my bed. I'm ready to lie down and get a couple of minutes rest before Carson shows up. On my pillow is a DVD with a sticky note attached. It says, "Watch me." I pick up the DVD and wander over to my laptop. I sit down and insert the DVD into my laptop. I wait patiently for it to upload. Graham's face appears. "Hi, Griffin." Graham looks really nervous. I can't help but smile. "I was really sad this morning when I woke up and you weren't here. I know that you have an early class, but still..." He looks down for an instant and frowns. His curly hair is only thing in the frame. I want to run my hands through his hair. He suddenly looks up and continues. His face is so serious. "I want to clear a few things up. I didn't have a chance last night. I know I mad you sad. I'm sorry. I love Jeremy, but I'm not in love with him. I love Jeremy because he was my first boyfriend. I don't want to go into details. I want to tell you in person what happened between me and Jeremy." Graham hesitates. He looks like he's going to breakdown. His eyes are wide and it looks like he's having a hard time making eye contact with the camera. Tears well up in my eyes. I'm so stupid. Why couldn't I have I listened to him last night? He wanted to explain, but I wouldn't let him. He continues. "I was sad when Jeremy broke up with me. I knew his logic. He was going to college in Arizona and I was going to California. I was heartbroken. I didn't understand why we couldn't have a long distant relationship. I tried to reason with him and he refused. I wanted to die." I pause the DVD. Did I want him to continue? A part of me wants to eject the DVD and break it into a thousand pieces. No, I need to go on. I wipe away the tears from my eyes and press play. Graham says, "The minute I saw you I knew that Jeremy had made the right decision. I want you. More than I ever I wanted Jeremy. You are beautiful, kind and so sexy. Jeremy is nothing compared to you." I pause the DVD. At this point, tears are streaming uncontrollably down my face. I can't believe it. Graham wants me and I want him. Suddenly, there is a loud knock on the door. I jump up and run towards the door. Is it Graham? Did he forget his key? I swing the door open. Carson is standing there with a big grin on his face. "Hey, dude," says Carson. "Are you ready?" I want to collapse, but instead I say, "Of course, let's go." Graham's POV I'm lying in bed. The covers are pulled over my head. It's almost midnight and I can't fall asleep. Griffin's bed is empty. Where is he? The movie ended at least two hour ago and he still isn't home. Is he staying the night with Carson? I can't let my brain go there. I came home later than I usually do and Griffin was gone. The DVD was not on his pillow where I left it. Did he watch the DVD? I wanted to go over and see if it was in his computer, but I didn't. It felt like an invasion of his privacy. As I'm contemplating where Griffin could be, I hear a key in the door, someone enters the room and the door shuts. I look out from underneath the covers and there is Graham standing at the foot of my bed. It 's dark, but I can feel his eyes watching me. I decide to break the ice. "Did you have fun?" He giggles and stumbles across the room until he's kneeling on the ground in front of my bed. His face is a few inches from mine. I can smell whiskey on his breath. "Oh, yeah," he slurs. "I had a blast." Griffin is drunk. "How much did you have to drink, Griffin?" I ask him. "I don't remember. A lot. I feel awesome." He lays his head down next to mine. I laugh out loud. Griffin isn't talking like his normal self. He sighs. "Why are you laughing at me? You are always laughing at me. Stop it." I laugh again. I can't help it. He's a cute drunk. "I'm sorry, Griffin. It's just funny seeing you like this." He laughs. "I never had whiskey before. It's strong." I run my right hand through his hair. "That feels really good," he says sleepily. I want to pull him into my bed and snuggle his body to mine, but I know that I need to help him before he passes out. If I don't, he'll wake up with a terrible hangover. "Griffin, honey, you need to get up, take a shower and drink some water. If you don't, you are going to feel like shit in the morning." He groans, lifts his head and looks at me. My hand is now cupping his face. "Will you help me, Graham? I don't think I can make it to the shower alone." "Of course, sweetie, but you are going to have to stand up so I can get out of bed." He stumbles to his feet and I slip out of bed. I am wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. I wrap my right arm around his waist. He leans into me and tucks his head into the curve of my neck. "You ready to walk, Griffin?" "Yes," he whispers into me neck. "Thank you, Graham. Thank you for taking care of me." "No worries," I whisper into his hair. "I'm glad I'm here to help." I maneuver him through the door, down the hall and into the bathroom. I guide him into the handicap shower. It's private. I don't want anyone from the dorm to see him in this drunken state. A sudden need to protect him sweeps over me. I unwrap him from me, gently lower him onto the bench and close the door behind us. I kneel before him. He slumps back into the wall. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open. "Griffin, " I say firmly, "don't fall asleep. You need to take your clothes off." His eyes open slowly and he grins at me. "You trying to get me naked, Graham? You are a naughty boy." Oh, wow! Alcohol definitely lowers his inhibitions. I like this Griffin. I grin back. His eyes close again. Oh, fuck! I rub my hand up and down his chest trying to wake him. "Griffin. Wake up." His eyes pop open and he asks me, "Will you undress me?" I instantly hard. "Of course, honey. Put your hands up over your head." He lifts his hands over his head. I pull off his sweatshirt and then his t-shirt. I can't help but stare. His chest and abs are firm with just a little bit of blonde hair trailing from above his belly button to the waistband of his low-rise jeans. I take a couple of deep breaths. It takes every fiber of my being to keep from running my tongue up and down his perfect body. "Do you think you can stand up and take off your pants?" He doesn't respond. Instead, he stands, unbuttons his jeans, pulls the zipper down and wiggles his pants down to his ankles. He leans against me placing both of his hands on my shoulders. I carefully help pull his pants off, his left leg first and then the other. He's now wearing nothing but the plaid boxer shorts he was wearing yesterday. For an instant, his penis presses against my cheek. It's warm and semi-hard. Oh, the things that I could do to him right now. I resist the temptation. I slowly stand up moving my hands gently up his thighs and across his butt until they are securely around his waist. I kick his clothes into the corner. I don't want them to get wet. "Can you stand by yourself for a second while I turn on the shower?" He nods and I slowly release my hands from around his waist. He sways back and forth for an instant, but he quickly gets his footing. I walk over to the shower and turn on the water. As I am adjusting the water temperature, I suddenly feel a body pressing into me. It's Graham. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulls me into him and at the same time pushes me forward into the shower wall. He begins to grind his now hard penis into my backside. Water is pouring over us both. Oh, God, it feels so good. After about thirty seconds of him humping me, I quickly come to my senses. He's drunk. I need to stop him. "Griffin", I protest. "Please stop. You're drunk. You are going to regret this in the morning. If you even remember this in the morning." He stops, but doesn't let me go. Graham and Griffin Ch. 06 Griffin's POV My arms are wrapped around Graham. My body is pushing into him. The water is washing over us. It feels so good. I don't want to stop. He feels so good against me. It's not until his words interrupt my descent into utter bliss that I realize where I am and I what I'm doing. "Griffin. Please stop. You're drunk. You are going to regret this in the morning. If you even remember this in the morning." I know that he's right. I stop my movement, but I don't let go. I need to be close to him. I need to tell him everything, but not here. I reach around him and turn the water off. "Baby, " I whisper into his back, "did you bring any towels?" His body shakes and I know that he's laughing. "No, " he admits. "We are going to have to use your t-shirt to dry off." I release him and he turns around. We are face to face. He bends down and gives me a soft kiss on my lips. I want to melt into him, but instead he moves away from me, opens the door and steps out of the shower. I follow him. My clothes are scattered across the floor. Graham bends down and picks my t-shirt up off the floor. He moves towards me and begins to dry me off. He begins with arms and slowly moves down my body. He's gentle, but thorough. I'm in heaven. He kneels down to my legs bypassing my wet boxer shorts. I want to pull them off, but at this point I'm hard and not ready for him to see my entire naked body. "Turn around, " he quietly requests. I do what he says. This time he starts with my legs and works his way up. This time when he gets to my wet boxers he pauses. "Can I take these off?" he asks me softly. "I promise I won't look at your dick." I laugh this time. It's amazing how he can read my mind. "Okay." He slowly pulls down my wet boxers until they are around my ankles. I step out of them and kick them aside. I place my hands over my genitals. He begins to move the t-shirt across my butt in a circular motion. He's using both hands. I can't breathe. He spends a lot of time drying this part of my body. I think I hear a sigh escape his lips. "You have a really nice ass," he says in a low sexy voice. Oh, God. How do I respond to this? "Thanks," I say. I cringe when the word leaves my mouth. What a stupid response. His hands leave my butt and works his way up to my shoulders. By this time I'm shaking all over. "Are you cold?" he asks me. "A little." This is a lie. The real reason I'm shaking is because for the first time in my life I feel like I'm who I am suppose to be with a person I'm suppose to be with. I want to tell Graham this, but standing naked in a dorm bathroom does not seem like the appropriate time. He hands me my pants. "Put these on. Let's go back to our room and I'll warm you up." He couldn't have said a more perfect thing. Graham's POV Griffin's ass is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It's round and soft with just a little bit of blonde peach fuzz covering it. I want to bury my face in it. Give it a million soft kisses. I sigh. As I finish drying Griffin, he begins to shake. He's cold. I hand him his jeans and he puts them on. I quickly dry myself off and gather up his clothes. "Are you ready? I ask him. "Yes." I extend my free hand. He smiles and wraps it firmly into mine. Our hands fit perfectly together. We exit the bathroom and head down the hall towards our room. As we are approaching our door, I hear footsteps and then a voice. It's coming from behind us. "Hey, dudes. What's going on?" It's Carson. Griffin jerks his hand out of mine. He keeps walking, but I stop. I turn and face Carson. I hear a door open and click close. I know that Griffin is freaked out. Carson saw us holding hands. "Hey, Carson." He gives me a mischievous grin. "So you and Griffin, huh? Nice, man, nice." I begin to panic, but I swiftly gain my composure. "No, man. Graham came home totally blitzed. I was helping him come back from the shower. I didn't want him to fall down in the hallway. I think you know what I'm talking about. Where did you take him after the movie?" Carson shrugs nonchalantly. "My friend was having a party. I took him with me. No big deal." A surge of anger rips through me. I can feel my face getting red. I lay into him. "Look, Carson. Griffin is an innocent guy. He is not the kind of guy you take to a party, get drunk and then ditch. He's the kind of guy that you look out for. I think you owe him a fucking apology. You were not a good friend." Carson raises his hands in a defensive manner. "Whoa, dude. Chill the fuck out. I barely know the guy. How was I supposed to know?" I take a deep breath and take two steps back. I'm in front of my door. My hand is on the doorknob. "You know what, Carson? You are absolutely right. You don't know Griffin. You don't know me. Until you want to know us, stay the fuck away. You get it?" His eyes are as big as saucers. He nods. "Good." I turn the doorknob, enter the room and slam the door behind me. I've probably woken up half the students on the floor. I throw Griffin's clothes on my desk and sink into the chair next to it. I can't believe I said all of those things to Carson. I didn't know I could be so confrontational. I've never stuck up for anyone like I just did for Griffin. My mind is racing. Griffin's voice interrupts my thoughts. "Wow, Graham. I haven't known you for very long, but that is the first time I've ever heard you swear like that. You think you know somebody." I look over and Griffin is lying in my bed. He's wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a grin plastered across his face. He is so sexy. I want him like I've never wanted anyone before. I slowly get out the chair and move towards him. I pause at the foot of the bed and look down at him. I'm still wearing my wet boxer briefs. The grin is no longer there. A serious, contemplative look has replaced it. He murmurs, "Come to bed, Graham. It 's late. We have classes in the morning." I hesitate. "I need to change and you need a glass of water and some ibuprofen." He smiles up at me and then rolls over onto his stomach. " I drank a glass of water and took a couple of aspirin. As for your clothes, take your underwear off. You don't need to change. I promise I won't look." I do as he says. Griffin's POV I wake up to Graham's body pressing into mine. There is a sheet separating us, but it feels amazing. The warmth of his body and his strong arm around my waist makes me feel like I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I snuggle back into him wishing the sheet were gone. Graham moans. He moves his hand to my stomach and gently caresses it. His hand moves down and over the tip of my penis for an instant before it travels back up to my stomach. I feel like I'm about ready to explode. "How are you feeling?" he asks me. I think about this for a second and I decide to tell him exactly what I'm thinking. "I feel amazing. This is the best I've felt in a long time." "Really. Why?" I can tell he is half asleep by the grogginess of his voice. I take a deep breath and let it all out. "I'm in your bed and your holding me; making me feel special." He removes his hand from my stomach. "Griffin, look at me." I turn over and we are face to face. He doesn't touch me. I want him to touch me. He asks me, "Did you watch the DVD I left you yesterday?" I nod, lean over and give him a small kiss on his nose. A big grin erupts on his face and he asks, "So?" His hand moves to my hip and it slips down under my pajamas. His hand begins to gently stroke my naked bottom. It feels so good. I launch into the speech that I was prepared to tell him last night before I went out with Carson and I got hammered. "I'm such an idiot, Graham. I shouldn't have asked you all of those questions about Jeremy. It's your private business and I stepped way out of line. I was so jealous. I should have listened to you when you tried to explain everything to me. I want you, too. More than I've ever wanted anyone else. I'm so sorry about last night. I went out with Carson because..." Before I can continue, his lips are on mine. Graham's POV My lips are on his. My hand is massaging his ass. He's just told me that he wants me. That he understands my situation with Jeremy. I'm out of control. "Griffin, " I moan into his mouth and roll him on top of me. The sheet is gone and my naked dick is pressed against his. He pushes his pants off and we are skin to skin. He pushes into me. His hands are on my face; his lips are at my neck and my other hand moves to his ass. I can't stop. I grind into him. My hands rub back and worth from his ass to his back. He moves his mouth to mine and our tongues touch for the first time. It's exhilarating. This is the best I've ever felt; nothing I've ever done compares to this. I want more; but it's over before it begins; we orgasm at the same time. He collapses into me; his face pressed into my neck. We are glued together. "Oh, fuck," I say. He giggles into my neck. My hands leave his butt and I wrap them around his waist. I pull him closer to me. We lay like that for a very long time. I don't want to let him go. After a while, he slides down until his head is resting on my chest. My hands rest gently on his head. "What are doing, baby? I ask him. "I want to hear your heartbeat," he whispers into me. "It's beating really fast." "Of course it is, " I say. "You made it really happy." He gives my chest a couple of light kisses and then slides up until his head is tucked underneath my neck. My face burrows into his head. "You make my heart happy, too, Graham." "I'm glad. Let's go back to sleep." "Okay." He begins to snore. Graham and Griffin Ch. 07 Griffin's POV I'm sitting in my Geology class and Graham is next to me. This is the only class we have together. His eyes never stray from the professor and his hand is always writing. He's a good student. I can't keep my eyes off of him. I'm going to fail this class if I don't get it together and concentrate. The professor breaks from his lecture to set-up a video he wants to show us. Graham glances over to me and catches me watching him. He leans his shoulder into me and asks, "What are you looking at?" I lean into him and say, "You." He looks down at my notebook. It is blank. He presses his face into the side of my head and speaks softly in my ear. "Good. I'll take notes for both of us." I hear a giggle. It's coming from behind us. I jerk my head around and there is a girl sitting behind us. Graham turns around, too. She has long brown hair and big blue eyes. She leans forward and says to us very quietly, "Sorry. You guys are so cute. You remind me of my brother and his boyfriend." Graham grins at me and then at her. I'm frozen. How does she know? She notices my discomfort. "Oh, sorry, "she says, "I guess I misinterpreted things." I raise my head. She is smiling at me. This is it. I'm going to come out. I smile back at her and say, "No, you didn't. I'm Griffin and this my friend, Graham." She raises her eyebrows and looks at me and then at Graham. "Oh, just friends?" she asks. "It looked to me like a little more than that." "Well, " I begin, but Griffin interrupts me. "I asked him to be my boyfriend, but he hasn't given me an answer." The lights dim and I can't see anything, but I can feel both Graham and the girl's face staring at me. I turn away from both of them. Graham reaches out and takes my hand. I move into him and say, "Graham is my boyfriend." The video is long and incredibly boring. I can't believe that Graham is my boyfriend and he is holding my hand in public. I take a deep breath and try not to panic. After what seems like an eternity, the video ends and the lights go on Graham turns and smiles at him. I smile back and squeeze his hand. I let it go and begin to pack up my stuff. He does the same. "Want to get lunch?" he asks. "Okay," I say. We pick up our backpacks and head out to the dining hall. The dining hall is packed. We grab our lunches and head to the only empty table. We sit across from each other and dig into our food. I'm so hungry. I inhale my turkey sandwich in two minutes flat and then move onto my salad. Surprisingly, the food in the dining hall is really good. When I finally look up, Graham is watching me intently with a very serious look on his face. I suddenly feel very self-conscience. "What?" I ask. "Do I have something on my face?" He shakes his head. "Are you embarrassed of your piggy boyfriend?" He shakes his head again. "C'mon, Graham. Just tell me. You're making me feel weird." "Griffin, " he begins and then pauses. He squirms in his seat. He looks nervous. This in turn makes me nervous. I want to bolt. "Griffin," he starts again. "Will you go on a date with me?" I want to get up and beat the living crap out of him. Of course I want to go on a date with him. He's my boyfriend. Why would he even have to ask me this? I decide to mess with him. "No." His body stiffens; his eyes get big. I've got him good. He lowers his head and mumbles, "Oh, sorry, I guess you're not ready for all of this. I'm okay with keeping whatever is happening between us a secret. I just thought since you told that girl about us that you were ready to go public." Okay, maybe I got him a little too good. "Graham, look at me." He raises his head and we make direct eye contact. There is the beginning of tears in his eyes. Oh, crap! I push out my chair and rush over to him. I kneel down next to him and put my hand on his leg. "Graham, I am just messing with you. Of course I'll go on a date with you. I think I made it pretty clear this morning and in class that I'm yours. I don't want to keep us a secret. I'm done with secrets." He turns and looks at me. He wipes the tears from his eyes. There is a big grin on his face. "Do you mean that?" I don't use words. Instead, I grab his face, pull it to mine and place my lips on his. I give him the longest and sexiest kiss I've ever given anyone in front of the entire dining hall. Graham's POV Griffin's kisses make me weak. He starts out slowly. His lips gently press against my lower lip and then move to my upper lip. He continues this pattern until I can't take in anymore. My hands move to the back of his neck and I thrust his mouth into mine. I move my lips aggressively against his in a circular motion. I feel his tongue press into my mouth and I quickly massage my tongue into his. We kiss like this until a voice interrupts us. "Hey, dudes, get a room." I pull my lips away from Griffin and press my mouth to his left ear and I say, "Let's get out of here." Without making eye contact with anyone, we get up from our and table and quickly make our way to the exit. Once we are outside and few yards away, we collapse onto the nearest bench. I can't look at Griffin. He's going to be so mad at me. I should have stopped him. How did I let things get so out of control? Griffin's body begins to shake and a loud sob escapes his mouth. Oh, shit, he's crying. I glance over. Tears are streaming down his face. He isn't crying. He's laughing. Hard. I can't believe it. His laugh is contagious. I begin to laugh, too. Before long, we are leaning against each other and we can't stop. People are giving us strange looks as they walk by. We look like a couple of lunatics. Eventually, I gain my composure. "Baby, please stop. I have snot all over my face, " I say. He hiccups, grabs my hand and pulls us me up. We are facing each other. He pulls his sweatshirt over his hand and wipes my nose. "Now you don't." I pull him into me, wrapping my arms around his waist. His arms wrap around mine. I want to remain in this embrace forever. "I love you," he quietly whispers into my neck. I audibly sigh into him. I can't believe he is the first one to say it. As cliché as it sounds, my heart skips a beat. I pull him closer and say without hesitation, "I love you, too." His body collapses into me. "You make me so happy, Graham. I can't believe that I found you. I've wanted something like this for so long." "I know. Me, too, baby." He pulls away from me and grabs my hand. There is a huge grin on his face. "Let's go back to our room. There is so much I want to say to you and do to you, but I don't think this is the best place." I laugh and squeeze his hand. "Oh, Griffin, I tease him, "are you trying to seduce me? He rolls his eyes at me and pulls me in the direction of our dorm. Griffin's POV We are snuggling in Graham's bed watching a movie on my laptop. His arms are wrapped around me and my head is resting on his bare chest. We are finally watching Edward Scissorhands the movie we were suppose to watch the night I invited Graham into my bed. I'm trying really hard to watch it because I know it's Graham's favorite movie and I've never seen it before, but I'm having a hard time focusing on anything. This entire day has been a whirlwind of firsts: sexy time with Graham this morning, coming out to the girl during geology class, kissing in public and finally, admitting to Graham that I love him. The latter is what's freaking me out the most. Yes, he said it back, but did he really mean it? Did he just say it back because he didn't want to upset me? When we came back to our room, I thought we would have a long talk about everything that happened today, but instead he suggested we watch a movie. Why? Is he avoiding a real conversation? Does he regret what happened today? Graham sighs and pauses the movie. "What's going on, Griffin? You don't like the movie? We can watch something else." I wiggle out of his embrace and sit up. "No, it's not that. I just have a lot of things on my mind. I'm sorry." He sits up next to me and begins to rub his hand up and down my back. I lean into him and give his shoulder a series of small kisses. My lips pause and I say, "Do you really love me, Graham? If you don't, it's okay. I'll understand." He turns away from me, closes the laptop and sets it on the floor. He turns back to me, gently pushes me down and climbs on top of me. His body bears down on mine "Griffin, look at me." Our eyes meet. He kisses my lips softly. "I love you, Griffin. Can I show you how much?" The look in his eyes gives me no reason to doubt him and his feelings for me. "Yes, Graham. I love you. Make love to me." He gives me one last kiss on my lips and begins to make his way slowly down my body. He begins with my neck. He moves his warm tongue gently across it, from the left to the right and then back underneath my chin. He nibbles on my nonexistent Adam's apple. It feels so good. I let out a deep moan. He moves back up and gives me a long, slow kiss on my lips. My hands move up and down his back. "Do you like this, baby?" He asks me. "Yes. Keep going. I want your tongue on my nipples." Without pause, he moves down and his tongue is on my left nipple and then my right. If my penis wasn't hard before, it is now. I can feel it throbbing against Graham's right leg. I push his head down. I want him to go lower. I'm ready to give him everything. He removes his tongue from my nipple and looks up at me. There is a cocky smirk on his face. "What do you want, Griffin?" "I want your mouth on my cock, Graham. I want it now." Oh, crap! I'm a total slut. The word cock has never left my mouth until now. Graham lets out a low, sexy laugh. "My boyfriend wants my lips on his cock. Oh, yeah, here it goes." Graham kisses my mouth, then the space between my nipples. He scoots down and kisses my stomach. He runs his tongue up and down it until his tongue swirls into my belly button. I'm writhing and panting underneath him. He's so close. "Are you ready, Griffin?" "Yes, please. I love you." "I love you. I'm going to make you feel so good." I feel Graham graze his tongue over the top of my penis. I lift my hips up and his entire mouth engulfs me. His hand wraps around my shaft, moving it up and down, while his tongue and mouth circles my head. I thrust into him and come. My body seizes and collapses. Graham's mouth and lips gently lick and swallow my release. His body moves up until we are face to face. His lips graze across my lips and nose. "I love you, Griffin, " he says. "Are you happy?" His eyes are intense. I quake underneath him. "I love you, Graham." I flip him over and take him into my mouth. I've never done this before, but I'm determined to make him feel as good as he made me. My tongue slowly twirls its way up and down his shaft, concentrating a good time on the head of his penis. The tip of my tongue dips into the top of his head and I move it meticulously around it. He lets out a loud a moan. "Oh, baby," he cries out, "don't stop." I don't. My tongue and mouth work effortlessly until he comes into my mouth. I swallow everything he has to give me. I fall back and take a deep breath; my head is hanging off the foot of the bed. He reaches out and pulls me up underneath my armpits. His hands wander down and rest on my waist. I lean into him, my lips at his throat. "That was amazing, " he sighs into my hair. I lift my head up and give a small kiss on his forehead. "That was my first time," I confess. He pushes me back until our eyes meet; his hands still on my waist. "I love you, Griffin. You are mine. You belong to me." I grab his head and push my lips into his.