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“I did it,” were Grant’s first words when he burst in the door. Dare looked up from the camper van and smiled. It should have been odd, someone else having the keys to the front gate, but he’d known Grant was coming, of course. Solly always gave him advance warning by bounding off looking all excited.
“Did what?” Dare kept his tone deliberately casual, not wanting to betray just how important this was to him.
“I told them. Harriet and the girls. They know all about you now.”
Dare downed tools and walked into Grant’s arms. “I hope you didn’t tell them everything about me,” he mumbled into Grant’s neck. Smelled so good there, he just wanted to eat him up.
“I kept it clean, if that’s what you mean.” Grant’s voice grew breathless as Dare nuzzled and nipped. “Can’t have everyone knowing what a dirty bastard you are. God, you’re filthy. Covered in oil. You even smell of engines.” A few months back, Dare might have taken that as a slight, but now the hunger in Grant’s voice couldn’t be mistaken for anything else.
And Dare trusted him now. Grant had done everything Dare wanted and more. It was about time Dare showed him just how much trust he’d earned.
“Take me to bed,” Dare murmured, grinding their hips together.
Grant tilted his head to one side. “That sounds kind of passive from you.”
“Don’t think I’ve ever said that to anyone before,” Dare admitted.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Grant pulled back a little, and Dare met his searching gaze.
“I want you to fuck me.” There, he’d said it, and it hadn’t made him feel any less powerful. If anything, he felt more so, seeing the lust and joy transform Grant’s expression.
“There’s nothing I’d enjoy more.”
“Where?”
Grant looked around, as if seriously considering getting it on in the workshop. “Your caravan,” he said. “I’ve been fantasising about bending you over your bed and doing you like that.”
They raced to Matilda, pausing only a couple of times to snog each other senseless, and shed their clothes in record time. Dare hurried into his bedroom and flung lube and rubbers onto the sheet, then positioned himself with his feet on the floor, presenting his arse.
Dare’s legs trembled a little as he leaned down onto the mattress, but it wasn’t nerves. Not exactly. More like excitement. And maybe a tiny trace of nerves. He didn’t take well to being aggressively topped.
But he needn’t have worried, because when Grant’s touch came it was gentle. Grant eased Dare open with practised skill, his fingers doing a wicked dance across Dare’s gland.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Dare groaned. “I’m ready.”
“You’ll be ready when I say you are,” Grant responded, but the kiss on Dare’s back made him forget about being topped. Forget about everything other than Grant’s skin on his. Lips caressing, fingers searching, dick drilling into Dare’s thigh. He moaned and bucked. Yeah, he was ready. So ready.
Eventually Grant seemed to agree as he pulled out his fingers and kneaded Dare’s buttocks. “Flip over,” he ordered, voice deep and husky. “Want to kiss you.”
Dare complied, because he wanted that too, more than anything. Grant remained standing and pulled Dare’s hips to the edge of the mattress, positioning him with his legs spread obscenely wide. The look on Grant’s face as he stared down at Dare was worth enduring any amount of pain and submission for. The fact that Dare could do that to Grant—make him look on with a wide-eyed wonder, like a child about to unwrap the biggest Christmas present in the world. But then Grant’s eyes glinted with something wicked, and any thoughts of Christmas flew out of the window.
After a few fumbled moments of slippery fingers on foil packets, their lips met in a messy, ravenous kiss.
Dare thrust his tongue into Grant’s mouth, trying to dominate the kiss even as Grant’s dick pushed against his hole. Because this didn’t have to be about pure submission. This could be something they did together, because they both really wanted this.
And Dare could give every bit as good as he got.
As their tongues battled, Grant’s cock gained more and more ground, opening him up inch by delicious inch. And eventually Dare couldn’t concentrate on trying to be in control. He gave himself up to the glorious sensations, the stinging pressure rapidly giving way to an exhilarating fullness. He spread his legs wider, trying to encourage Grant ever deeper. So deep inside he could feel it in every part of him.
“Oh God,” Grant moaned, sounding every bit as undone as Dare felt. “You’re so tight. Feels incredible.”
It was nearly impossible to speak when he was that full of dick, but Dare did his best. “Fuck me.”
Grant leaned down again to kiss him, while his hips began to rock. They were fused at the mouth and groin, and Dare scrabbled his hands over Grant’s back, pulling him ever closer, so the weight of Grant’s body pinned him down and kept him earthed. The slippery, sweaty friction of Grant’s belly on his dick was going to throw him over the edge any moment, but that was okay. Because they could do this again and again and again.
They had all the time in the world.
And when Dare came, spurting into the space between them, it flipped Grant into overdrive. His thrusts pistoned wildly, drawing out Dare’s orgasm until it felt like he had nothing left to give.
Then Grant was the one grunting, stiffening, gasping with ecstasy as his cock pulsed inside Dare.
They lay in silence for a long time, heartbeats slowly returning to normal, Grant’s head pillowed on Dare’s shoulder, still fused at the hips. Dare began to trace idle patterns on Grant’s back.
“Thank you,” Grant eventually said, lifting his head and giving him a sleepy smile.
“My pleasure.”
“No. Our pleasure.”
“Yeah.” Dare chuckled. “Definitely. We’ll have to do that again sometime.”
“You can count on it.”