In The Dark

Gray rose bright and early the next day. He arrived at the shop way before he was supposed to, and got right to work. His grandfather didn’t say anything at this, just raised an eyebrow, seemingly impressed at Gray’s resilience and resolve. Gray just wanted to prove to his grandfather that he was not a failure, and he threw himself into his work whole heartedly. At the end of the day, he was rewarded with a gruff, “Good job, boy.” He felt elated to have redeemed himself, and went back to the inn happy. He saw Cliff in the main area of the inn, and tilted his hat at him. Cliff just gaped at him for a moment, shocked to be greeted by him, and then nodded back. Gray smirked a little, then went up to his room.

Cliff came into the room as well not long after, locking the door behind him. He shut off the lights, though it was still lighter in the room than usual, since it was not quite dark outside yet. Gray was sitting on his bed taking off his shoes, and he looked up at Cliff, raising his eyebrows. Cliff sat down next to him quietly, so close that their thighs were touching. He brought his hand to Gray’s knee and scratched his fingers there lightly, and Gray shuddered. Cliff then slid his hand up Gray’s thigh, past his waist, up over his chest, finally reaching the back of his neck. He played with the short hair there for a moment, then brought his hand to the front of his hat, pulling it off. He laid it on the nightstand, then his fingers explored the rest of Gray’s hair. Gray was breathing heavily, nervous.

Cliff leaned in and pressed his lips to Gray’s. Gray didn’t respond at first, but Cliff kept pressing insistently until Gray groaned in defeat and parted his lips. Their tongues danced together. Gray brought his hands to Cliff’s shoulders, pushing him down on the bed. He layered himself heavily on top of Cliff, and continued to kiss him feverishly. Cliff sighed happily as Gray propped himself up on one elbow, and ran his fingers through Cliff’s hair with his free hand. Cliff moved his hands over Gray’s sides, feeling the rough material of his jumpsuit. He brought his hands to Gray’s neck, and untied the neckerchief there. Gray broke away from Cliff’s mouth to kiss at his neck. His lips were hot and wet, and he flicked his tongue out to lick briefly at the skin there. He nibbled lightly at Cliff’s ear, sucking on his earlobe and tracing his tongue over it. Gray panted in his ear, causing Cliff to get goosebumps all over his body. He moaned in pleasure, and
Gray moved to the other side of his neck, kissing there as well.

Meanwhile, Gray had gotten very hard, and he was grinding himself against Cliff. Cliff reached around and pressed his hands into Gray’s lower back, urging him to rub harder. Gray gritted his teeth and complied, and suddenly a look of surprise flashed over his face. He groaned and bucked his hips rapidly, waves of pleasure surging over him as the friction caused him to come. He caught his breath, still laying on Cliff, then pulled away. Cliff sat up as well and unzipped his jumpsuit, helping him out of it. Gray’s boxers were soaked from his release, and Cliff tugged those off as well. Gray was still trembling with pleasure when Cliff took him by surprise, licking the slippery release off of his body. Gray whimpered and shuddered as Cliff cleaned every inch he could.

When he was done, Cliff stood up and removed his own clothing. He walked the few feet to his own bed, lying on it and reaching for the lube. Gray followed him, lying down face to face with him. Cliff slicked himself up, and then urged Gray to touch him. Gray encircled Cliff’s hardness with his fingers, and began to stroke. Their mouths met for another passionate kiss. Gray broke away for a second, glancing down at his own member, which had recovered and was already hard again. Cliff smiled, reaching for it and stroking rapidly. Gray worked himself slightly above Cliff, and caught his mouth again, slipping his tongue inside. Cliff sucked at his tongue, then broke away with a moan and several broken cries of pleasure as Gray’s stroking made him explode. The release spurted up onto his stomach, and as he continued to squeeze at him, Gray quickly followed, splashing his release on Cliff’s stomach as well. Cliff laughed softly at the double mess, and Gray grabbed some tissues to wipe it up. He threw them away and then settled into bed next to Cliff. Cliff nestled himself in the crook of Gray’s shoulder, and fell asleep listening to the beating of his heart.