In The Dark (Cliff's Story)

A few nights later, Gray came in from work just as I was getting hungry for dinner. He stomped in, as he usually did, throwing his hat casually on the table as he slouched into a chair. I just smiled at the scene and fixed us both a plate of the grilled fish that I had helped Ann prepare. We ate in comfortable silence, occasionally making eyes at each other over the table. By the Goddess, he was sexy. Just looking at him made me feel hot. He finished his meal quickly and headed up the stairs, flashing me a cocky look as he went.

I washed up our dishes and then headed up after him, tingling all over in anticipation. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted to feel his hands on me all the time, to feel his weight pressing down on me, to hear him breathing in my ear. I stepped into the bedroom and locked eyes with him. He smirked at me, and I decided to take the lube into the bathroom with us this time. I hardly ever did, but penetration was pretty much impossible without it, so we always ended up doing other things instead. Which wasn’t always a bad thing, but I wanted to send him a clear message that I needed him inside of me. I saw Gray’s eyes flash as I retrieved it from the nightstand drawer, and I knew that he understood what I wanted. We shed our clothes and headed into the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, and Gray embraced me from behind, his lips sliding over my neck. I sighed, trembling at each kiss, and Gray’s fingers wandered to my ponytail. He worked it loose, and my hair fell out over my back. I turned around to face him, catching his lips and kissing him deeply, as he ran his fingers through my hair again and again. Gray pushed me away from the shower, towards the sink. The edge of it pressed into the backs of my thighs as he felt me up, tracing the tip of his finger up and down my length teasingly.

He grabbed me roughly, turning me around to face the mirror. I blushed at my reflection, and instead focused on Gray’s smirking face behind me. He grabbed the lube out of my hand, flicking it open and slicking himself up. I loved the dangerous look on his face. He made me ache and tingle all over just by looking at me. His mouth was suddenly at my ear, and I heard him say, “I want to see your face when I take you from behind.” I shivered as his hands came up behind me, and I groaned as I felt him pressing at my entrance. He grunted in pleasure and worked his way inside, and I watched him watching me in the mirror. He smirked and stared as my facial expressions changed with the rapidly building ecstasy.

My hand dropped to my throbbing member, squeezing and working it, as he held onto my hips, thrusting himself into me. I whined because it felt so incredible I couldn’t stand it, and Gray brought his mouth close to my ear again. “You like it?” he asked in a low whisper. I nodded, unable to speak because I was so overwhelmed. I could feel myself getting nearing the threshold, and Gray sensed this. He asked me if I was close.

“Yes,” I gasped, and he increased the speed of his thrusting, obviously close himself. He gave a low groan and I cried out sharply as we both released at the same moment. My come spurted out and into the sink. With a shaking hand, I turned on the faucet and watched it run down the drain. Gray kissed my back over and over again, and then we got into the shower.

We hugged each other inside the shower, both feeling blissful. Gray’s hands came to my head, petting my hair gently. I felt his hands drop to my shoulders, and he pushed me directly under the flow of water. The warm rain quickly soaked my hair, and Gray reached back and grabbed the pink bottle of shampoo that I always used. He squeezed a large amount into his hand, and put it on my head. I laughed, asking him what he was doing.

“I’m washing your hair, stupid,” Gray said, smiling. I felt his hand rubbing in a tight circle, and I could feel my hair becoming impossibly tangled.

I squealed at him, trying to make him quit it. “Stop! You’re messing it up!”

“Naw, it’s cool,” Gray laughed, and his hands continued to mess up my hair.

“You’re not the one that has to brush it out later!” I cried out, as I tried to slap his hands away from my hair and keep him from doing further damage.

Gray grinned. “I could brush it for you,” he offered.

Yeah, right, I thought. “No. You’re too strong. You’d probably pull it all out.” I imagined him gripping the hairbrush fiercely, yanking it through my hair. Just the idea of it made me wince.

Gray made a sad face at me. “I would never pull out your hair.”

His hands were still in my hair, and it was starting to become painful. “You’re pulling it out now!” I cried. I jerked his big hands by the wrists, tilting and moving my head at the same time to try and get free. A few moments later, I had gotten it untangled, and I rinsed the last of the shampoo out.

Gray picked up the conditioner bottle, turning it over in his hands. “What about this stuff? Can I put some of this in?” I started to tell him no, but I figured he couldn’t do much damage with conditioner. I was wrong. He proceeded to empty the entire bottle onto my scalp, where I never put conditioner.

“What are you doing?” I yelled. I moved my head back, trying in vain to rinse the slippery stuff off. “Not at the top! Only on the rest of my hair! Now it’s going to be all greasy looking,” I wailed, knowing that my hair would be terrible tomorrow. Call me whatever you like, but my hair was my pride and joy, and I was miserable when it looked bad.

Gray kissed me, cutting off what I was about to say. “Don’t worry, I’ll still think you’re cute.” I sulked for a minute, as I continued to rinse the remnants of conditioner out of my hair. I gave him a half pouting smile.

Then, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I picked up the shampoo bottle. “Now let me wash YOUR hair.” I narrowed my eyes at him.

He looked down at me, smirking. “Can you reach that high?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not THAT much shorter than you.” He always liked to tease me like I was so tiny, when really I was an average height for a man, about 5’9”. It’s just that because he towered at 6’3”, he acted like he was a giant and I was a midget, when only six inches separated us. I poured out a small amount of shampoo, as Gray turned around. I stretched my arms up, wanting to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull on it, but his hair was so short that it wasn‘t really feasible. Besides, I didn‘t want to hurt him anyway. I just lathered up his head nicely.

Gray groaned as he sniffed at the air. “Aw, you’re using that fruity stuff of yours. I’m going to smell like you!”

I huffed, my feelings a little hurt. “I thought you liked the way I smell.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I do. On you. It wouldn’t be right for me to smell like flowers and sunshine. That’s your thing.”

I found this hilarious, and I started laughing. “Flowers and sunshine? That’s what I smell like to you?”

Gray grinned lazily, water dripping down his face. “Yeah.” He looked lost in thought. “What do I smell like?”

I gave him a sly smile before answering. “Sex.” Gray chuckled at that, and I snaked my arms around him. I nuzzled my face into his chest and purred, “You always smell so manly and good. Even when you come home, and you’re all dirty. You smell like sweat and burnt metal, but I love it.” Gray chuckled again, moving backwards to rinse the suds out of his hair.

I got the washcloth, lathering it up with soap and rubbing it in circles over Gray‘s body. Gray cried out playfully, “Hey now, you’re washing off my man scent!” he said as he took the washcloth from me. He grabbed the shampoo bottle once again, squeezing a large amount of it out over the cloth. I squealed a little as he clamped it down on me, scrubbing me vigorously. “Now you can smell even more like flowers and sunshine,” he teased.

“Hey, that stuff’s just for my hair, not for my body!” I exclaimed.

Gray shrugged. “When you rinse it out of your hair, it runs all over your body, and it doesn’t mess anything up. So it’s fine. Relax,” he said as he continued rubbing me with the cloth. He used it to grab at my manhood and everywhere else, and I squealed. Suddenly, the water coming out of the tap changed to cold, and we quickly rinsed and shut the shower off. I shivered as Gray handed me a towel.

“Aw, are you cold, baby?” he asked. He rubbed his own towel briskly over me, trying to warm me up. The fact that he had casually called me a pet name warmed me up even more. I blushed a little, wrapping my towel around my waist. He mirrored the action, and we stepped out into the bedroom, me pulling him by his towel, batting my eyes at him.

Something didn’t feel right, and I quickly realized that we had messed up. We had exited the bathroom together on the one day Kai was home early. He stared at us from his bed, and I gave a little shriek and moved behind Gray, trying to hide, which didn’t really help our case, I guess.

Kai cried out in surprise. “What the fuck? Are you guys…” Gray stomped towards him, and I could see the look of terror on his face as Gray got closer. “No, man, I’m not into that!” he sputtered as Gray reached for his collar. Gray yanked him to his feet, staring him down. “You say one damn word to anyone, and I’ll smash your face in. Got it?” he hissed at Kai, who nodded. Gray released his hold on Kai, who dropped back down to the bed.

Kai looked back and forth between us, both scared and amazed. “Whoa…” he breathed out. “I never would have guessed it. I mean, I guessed that he was,” he said, pointing at me. I rolled my eyes. Kai then looked at Gray, “But you, no way!” Kai seemed to be thinking about something, and he exclaimed, “What about your girlfriend, man?” Gray didn‘t respond. Kai looked over at me again, and realization lit up his face. “Long brown hair…blue eyes…” Kai muttered. “Man, I’m a doofus.”

“Yeah, we know,” Gray grunted at him. “Now, get the fuck out!” Kai ran out of the room as fast as he could, and Gray locked the door behind him. He sat down on my bed, holding his head in his hands. I sat next to him.

“Urg, he’s going to tell everyone, I just know it!” Gray lamented.

I stroked his back, trying to calm him down. “No, I don’t think so. He looked pretty scared of you. And think of it this way…the worst is over. He knows, but I’m pretty sure he won’t tell anyone. So maybe we can work out a deal with him so that we can have some privacy once again.” He looked at me, seeming to agree with my words, and leaned in for a kiss.

I started to think about something. Gray seemed really adamant that he didn’t want anyone to know about us. I wondered if what we had would always be secret. I mean, it wasn’t like I wanted to flaunt it in people’s faces and talk about it to everyone, but somehow I wished that we didn’t have to always remain so hidden. I sighed a little, and Gray looked over at me, worried. “What‘s wrong?” he asked.

“Are you embarrassed to be with me?” I asked him.

Gray snorted. “No. Are you embarrassed to be with me?” I shook my head. Gray spoke again. “The only reason I want it to be secret is because of my stupid old grandfather. He’d murder me for sure. He always says that relationships just impede a blacksmith and hold him back from his true potential. Which explains why he drove my grandmother away.” He snorted again. “I think he’s wrong. I didn’t start getting serious about my work until I met you.” He looked at the ground, and I was surprised to see him blushing deeply. “I didn’t care about anything before…but now I do.” It made me really happy to know that I mattered so much to him, and I moved closer to him on the bed.

We sat quietly for a while. Then I told him I was cold, and he laughed and ruffled my hair, tangling it once more. I squealed at him that he was going to have to brush it, and he agreed.

We both got dressed. He wanted to brush it right then, but I told him that I had to let it dry a little more. He laid on his bed on his stomach, and grinned at me.

“Having long hair seems like a lot of work,” he mused.

“Yeah, a little. But it’s worth it. Right?” I asked him. “You like my hair, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah,” he smirked. “I like how it bounces on your back when I’m doing you.”

“Naughty!” I exclaimed, and he just smiled lazily at me.