Wait. He probably wouldn’t be here come winter, a sour thought that took a little shine off the present coziness.
“Why the frown? Are the brownies that bad?”
“They’re fine. You did good.” Returning the favor, he pressed a kiss to Garrick’s neck. Might as well enjoy it while he had it.
“And no pressure, but you’re welcome to sleep over if you want to text Shirley.”
“You’re blushing.” Rain had to laugh before he sobered. “You’re sweet enough to not want her to worry about where I am, but you’re...embarrassed?”
He had been a walk on the wild side for enough people to not like feeling like a secret people were ashamed of, and some of that must have crept into his voice because Garrick gave him a kiss on the head.
“Not in the way you’re thinking. More like I still feel like I’m too old for...whatever we’ve got going. I like your grandma a lot, and I don’t want her pissed at me or thinking I’m taking advantage.”
“If anyone’s taking advantage, it’s me.” Turning his head, Rain finally claimed the kiss he’d wanted since Garrick opened his door. Garrick’s lips were warm and soft and tasted faintly chocolaty, but even better was his groan as he took over, teasing Rain’s mouth until he opened for Garrick’s questing tongue. Damn but the guy could kiss, especially like this, an intoxicating blend of tightly coiled restraint and sweet surrender. Unlike most of their shorter kisses over the past week, this one went on and on, no rushing and no breaking away either, just the press of their mouths and slide of their tongues until Rain was trembling, actual shudders racing through him.
“Cold?” Garrick stroked down Rain’s arms and torso, hands leaving a cascade of sparks wherever they touched, like the animated trails of a magic wand. And magic was definitely the right word for what this was, this sweet, this sexy, this slow, and this perfect.
“Not cold. Burning.” Rain tugged him down for another kiss, this one long enough to wallow in Garrick’s roving hands, especially when he got bold and slipped one under the lapels of Rain’s robe. Garrick stroked his chest, a reverence to his touch that made Rain feel singularly special, heating him more than the shower or the fireplace could ever do. Making an encouraging noise, he stretched, letting the robe fall open more.
“Fuck. You are so sexy.” Garrick danced his fingertips down Rain’s sternum, circling his navel, skating close to Rain’s straining cock without actually touching it.
“You make me feel that way.” Rain preened, trying to get Garrick’s hand where he wanted it most.
“Good.” Instead of going straight for Rain’s cock, Garrick touched everywhere else—hip bones, thighs, nipples, ribs, big blunt fingers everywhere and yet nowhere at all.
“More.” Rain’s voice had reached the husky and demanding stage, and he backed it up with a kiss that left them both breathing hard, Garrick’s head resting against Rain’s as he tangled a hand in his hair.
“Rain...” Of all the ways Garrick had of saying his name, this was the most intimate, almost pained with a palpable need to it. Sexy as fuck and Rain could listen to it all night.
“Yeah?” There was little Garrick could ask for that Rain wouldn’t give him, especially if it meant more kisses and heated touches and needy noises.
“I want... Can I jerk you off? I really want to touch you, make you come apart for me.” Garrick stroked Rain’s stomach again, this time letting his fingertips graze the shaft of Rain’s cock.
“Uh-huh.” Like he was turning that down. In all his wiggling around, he’d felt what he was pretty sure was Garrick hard and wouldn’t have minded some mutual playing. However, he wanted to let Garrick drive this encounter, and if what he wanted was to focus on Rain, well, Rain wasn’t exactly going to turn down that sort of attention.
“Oh fuck, that feels good.” He arched his back, meeting Garrick’s firm grip as he took charge of Rain’s cock, big hand creating a snug channel for Rain to fuck up into before he gentled his touch back to light, teasing strokes.
“Yeah, it does.” Garrick groaned right along with Rain. He alternated between a purposeful rhythm and something much more playful and meandering, driving Rain out of his mind. All his scattered thoughts, the show on the laptop, the snores of the dog, everything faded until his entire being was focused on Garrick.
“Want...”
“Tell me.” A sexy growl rumbled loose from Garrick’s chest, making Rain clutch at his arms. He wanted to touch Garrick, wanted to make him feel this good, but he also didn’t want to ask the wrong question and risk derailing something so damn good. So instead, he gripped Garrick’s arms like a fucking lifeline, connection and salvation and torture all at once.
“Want more.” He bucked his hips, chasing more of Garrick’s caresses, moaning as soon as Garrick gripped him tightly again. “Fuck. But don’t want to come. Don’t want it over.”