Thankfully, Grant's not permanently spooked and Steve's only partially deflated. Grant starts to work over Steve again, hands on his hips pulling him forward.
Steve's hands cradle Grant's head now as he starts to rock into him, gently, and Grant can't hold back his moan because, damn, Steve's fucking his mouth and it's good - so good.
Steve's stuttering breaths let Grant know he's close. Soon enough this will be over. He reaches down and grabs his own dick, rubbing with his thumb and forefinger while Steve's still pushing into him.
"Grant, I'm--"
And Grant grips him tight, letting him know it's okay and as the first hot spurts hit the back of his throat, Grant's coming himself, pushing into his own hand.
When he comes out of the lavatory, Steve's already returned to his seat. Thank God his pants are dark and he can hide a little by pulling his shirttail out.
"Where you been?" Jason asks when he takes his seat.
"Eh, you know," he says, not really looking at Jason. "Steve was a little jumpy, just trying to get him to calm down."
"He okay?"
Grant smiles. "Yeah, I took care of it," he says smoothing his shirt down.
"Good job," Jason says and they bump fists before Jason goes back to his laptop and Grant looks out the window.
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Date: 2008-07-17 04:17 am (UTC)Steve's hands cradle Grant's head now as he starts to rock into him, gently, and Grant can't hold back his moan because, damn, Steve's fucking his mouth and it's good - so good.
Steve's stuttering breaths let Grant know he's close. Soon enough this will be over. He reaches down and grabs his own dick, rubbing with his thumb and forefinger while Steve's still pushing into him.
"Grant, I'm--"
And Grant grips him tight, letting him know it's okay and as the first hot spurts hit the back of his throat, Grant's coming himself, pushing into his own hand.
When he comes out of the lavatory, Steve's already returned to his seat. Thank God his pants are dark and he can hide a little by pulling his shirttail out.
"Where you been?" Jason asks when he takes his seat.
"Eh, you know," he says, not really looking at Jason. "Steve was a little jumpy, just trying to get him to calm down."
"He okay?"
Grant smiles. "Yeah, I took care of it," he says smoothing his shirt down.
"Good job," Jason says and they bump fists before Jason goes back to his laptop and Grant looks out the window.