Free Drawing Closer by Jane Davitt Page A

being direct with him. Well, he'd have to get used to it. Gray had never gotten the hang of
    being reticent about his feelings. It'd gotten him into trouble from time to time, but usually it
    worked out okay.
    Like now.
    "Help yourself." Charles shrugged, a small smile curving his lips. "I'm right here."
    "Yeah, you are." Gray slipped his arms around Charles and felt an ache of need start to build. He Drawing Closer - 51
    got one kiss and then the phone rang. "Oh, God."
    Charles stepped back, giving their half-hard cocks a rueful grin. "I'll see you in there?" he asked, already moving away.
    "Yeah, sure..." Gray located his pants, in a crumpled heap on the floor, and took out his phone.
    "What?"
    "Darling..." Alise gave a startled, not entirely pleased, laugh and then purred at him. "Darling, where did you get to last night?"
    Gray registered the purr and the 'darling' and realized, with a shock of pleasure, that the
    exhibition must have gone well.
    "I had to -- there was someone--"
    "Never mind." Alise dismissed his stuttered explanation airily. "Without you there, it was much easier, actually. You have no idea of how to present yourself. We'll have to work on that."
    "Hey," Gray protested, hearing the sound of the shower begin. Charles. Wet. Naked. Soapy.
    "Alise, I've got to go..."
    "Yes." There was an edge to her voice. "You have to come here. Now." The cream slopped over again. "Such a success, my sweet. So much to discuss."
    "Yeah? That's great, but not right now, okay? Later."
    "Gray, you didn't do well enough to be allowed to have a temperament," Alise said. "An hour. Or I'll come and get you myself."
    Gray glared at the phone and then tossed it onto the bed, starting to smile as the news sank in.
    For Alise to be that pleasant...
    He slid into the shower cubicle a minute later, wrapping his arms around Charles and giving him a
    hug. "That was Alise."
    Charles raised water-darkened eyebrows. "A rival? Do I tear out my hair?"
    Gray grinned. "The woman who owns the gallery. And, no. No rivals. Just you."
    "Glad to hear it." Charles frowned. "Was she annoyed? You did leave her high and dry."
    "She's pissed, I can tell." Gray reached for the shower gel and squeezed out a dollop. He began to smooth it over Charles' chest and shoulders. "But I think I'm forgiven because I sold a lot."
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    Charles looked genuinely delighted. "You did? Gray, that's wonderful--"
    "Yeah. It is. And she wants me down at the gallery in an hour." He nipped at Charles' lip. "Not so wonderful."
    "I still get fucked up against the shower wall and given coffee?"
    "Think we can manage that."
    "Then I fail to see a problem."
    "And I fail to see you up against the wall."
    Charles stared at him and then turned his back, bracing his hands flat against the white tiles and
    spreading his legs. The water coursed down his lower back, trickling over his ass and down his
    legs.
    Gray pushed wet hair back off his face and opened the shower door wide enough to grab at the
    opened condom and bottle of lube he'd left on the side of the bath. Turning down the water so
    that it was less of an assault and more of a gentle shower, because he really didn't want the water
    to go cold on them halfway through, he got ready.
    Nerves hit him with his slicked-up fingers rubbing over damp, hot skin, about to press inward.
    God, this was Charles. He was about to fuck Charles . He leaned forward, kissing and biting at
    Charles' shoulder, trying to get to a taste of him, his scent, through the smell of soap and water.
    "Charles--"
    He could hear the panic in his voice, and Charles must have heard it, too, because he reached
    back, captured Gray's free hand and pulled it around to his cock, hard and full.
    Knowing Charles wanted him that much made it simple.
    Easing into him carefully, feeling Charles' body welcome and fight him at one and the same time,
    so that he had to push , harder than he wanted to, more than he'd expected, gave him too much to
    think about