In The Dark

Sunlight crept into the room at the crack of dawn. Gray winced as it pierced his eyelids. He didn’t want to get up, but he knew that he had to, or have to face his grandfather‘s wrath for being late. He carefully wiggled his way out of Cliff’s arms, trying to not to wake him. He paused as Cliff stirred slightly, murmuring softly in his sleep. Gray sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, looking down on him, then finally stood up with a slight smile on his face.

Gray got ready for work, zipping himself into a clean jumpsuit. He sat down on the edge of his own bed and laced up his boots, trying to be as quiet as possible. He looked over at Cliff, who was still sleeping, turned away, with the covers pulled down to his waist. His long brown hair was messy from sleep, and it spilled out over his bare back and onto the sheets. Gray stared for a while longer, then compelled himself to leave for work.

He paused in the doorway for a moment, then sharply turned around and walked back to Cliff’s bed as quickly and noiselessly as he could. He couldn’t stop himself from stooping by the bed and brushing his lips against Cliff’s cheek. Cliff’s eyelashes fluttered and he smiled in his sleep. Gray then departed for work.

Things at work went smoothly. When he had finished up all his own work, his grandfather asked him if he could go, but come back in about an hour or so. Gray raised his eyebrows, and Saibara explained that he needed to finish a few things, then he wanted to begin teaching Gray a new technique. Gray nodded enthusiastically, then turned to go.

He wandered the streets of Mineral Town for a while, wondering what to do with himself. He didn’t want to go back to the inn right then, because if Cliff was there and was also free from work at that moment…then he might not make it back to the shop in time. His aimless feet brought him to a building. He looked up at the sign, squinting in the bright afternoon sun. It was a library. He shrugged, figuring it was a good of a place as any to waste time, and pushed open the heavy wooden door with one arm, and went in.

His eyes struggled to adjust to the dim light. It smelled musty inside, but it didn’t really bother him. He liked that it was absolutely silent inside. He glanced at the mousy librarian, who didn’t even look up from her book, and that was even better. He didn’t want somebody bothering him, talking to him, trying to help him find a book. He just wanted to wander the shelves and enjoy the silence.

Gray paced the library slowly, looking up at the titles of the books. Many of them were about plants, which did not interest him in the least. His eyes continued to scan the shelves, and he came across a large book about minerals. That was a subject that did interest him, since he worked with various metals and gems. He pulled out the book, and sat down on a nearby chair.

Gray flipped through the dusty pages, but quickly became bored with the old style language and faded photographs. He closed the book firmly, then stood to put it back on the top shelf. As he did, however, he could feel something obstructing it at the top. He tried to just shove the book up there anyway, but it wouldn’t go. What a pain in the ass, he thought. He sighed heavily, laying the book on the chair, and then reached up to see what was blocking the space. His hand felt something rough and hard, and he pulled it down. It was a very dusty book with a brown cover and no title. Curious, he put the book about minerals back on the shelf and sat down with the other book.

He cracked it open and began to read. His heart rate quickened as he realized it was a book about sex. It was written in a slightly dry, medical way, but it was enlightening to Gray nonetheless. He had never had much sex education in his life, because he had never listened when anyone tried to talk about it, and he wasn’t the type to ask about it, either. He flipped past the parts that didn’t interest him, finally coming to the section about male anatomy. He read the whole chapter, then looked back at the table of contents. Sure enough, the next to last chapter was what he was looking for. He flipped to the correct page, and read, his eyes getting wider and wider, his brain struggling to absorb all the information. He started to feel very aroused, and had to shift in the chair. He bit his lip, mesmerized by the words on the page.

Suddenly Gray snapped to, becoming aware of himself. He had to get back to the shop now. He shoved the book back on the shelf, and hurried back to the workshop. He made it there on time to work on the new technique with his grandfather, and it took everything he had to keep his mind focused on what was in front of him. The rest would have to wait.

When he made it back to the inn, he hurried up to his room. It was just before sunset, and as he entered the room, he heard the shower running. He smirked to himself, then locked the door and quickly shed his clothes. He strode into the bathroom, parting the curtain slightly and slipping inside. Cliff whirled around, opening his mouth to say something, maybe to protest, but Gray pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

Cliff relaxed his body as Gray moved in for a kiss, the warm water splashing over both of them. He urged his tongue into Cliff’s mouth, his hands sliding over his body, the arousal from earlier in the day returning twofold. Cliff just sighed into Gray’s mouth, letting him back him against the hard tile wall. Gray pulled away from Cliff’s mouth, working his lips down Cliff’s body.

“I missed you,” Gray whispered, making Cliff shudder at the sound of his voice. It was throaty and deep, and very masculine.

Cliff shut his eyes tightly, groaning softly with anticipation. He was already hard when Gray dropped to his knees in front of him, and took him into his mouth. Cliff pressed his own hand over his mouth to keep from crying out with pleasure, as Gray sucked forcefully at him. Gray wrapped one strong hand around Cliff’s shaft, and worked it in the same rhythm as his mouth.

Meanwhile, Gray’s other hand slid up between Cliff’s legs, and around the back of his thigh. Cliff trembled slightly as Gray’s fingertip traced near his entrance. Gray gently pushed his finger inside, and Cliff clamped his hand tightly over his mouth to keep from screaming.

Gray quickly looked up at Cliff, unwrapping his lips from him. “Does it hurt?”

Cliff looked down at him, water dripping from his long bangs. He shook his head, then closed his eyes and leaned back into the wall. Gray continued to work at him, trying to remember the things that he had read. He looked up at Cliff, enjoying the overwhelmed looks on his face. Suddenly, Cliff’s eyes flew open, then closed tightly again as he moaned , a powerful orgasm rushing out of him. His fists pounded against the wet tile, and he slid down the wall, as Gray pulled away to spit down the drain.

Cliff sank to a sitting position, his knees bent up in front of him, his face still awash in ecstasy. He looked at Gray’s hardness, then motioned with his head towards the bedroom. Gray quickly shut off the tap, and they dried off quickly and hurried towards Cliff’s bed. Cliff carefully slicked Gray up, and Gray looked him in the eyes. “Are you sure…?” he whispered. Cliff nodded as he lay back on the bed, bending his legs and tilting his hips up at Gray.

Gray positioned himself over Cliff, and then carefully pressed himself inside. He groaned in delight at the sensation. It was so tight and warm. Cliff turned his head sideways on the pillow, whimpering with pleasure, as Gray moved in and out of him. Gray couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt, and he could feel the pressure building up inside of him. He lowered his head and gave a low groan as he exploded inside of Cliff, who moaned and squirmed at the wonderful feeling. Gray carefully lowered his body, pressing his lips against Cliff’s, as they lay trembling, and tried to recover.