Album of the Broken Heart [mxm]

Chapter Seven

Grady had waited so long for this moment, five o'clock shadow grazing across his face, rough hands on his hips, chapped lips on his. It was everything he dreamed of and more,  Ian pushed their bodies closer in a drunken lust. Ian loosening Grady's tie. Grady soon came out of his stupor and backed away, breath heavy.

"St-stop. Ian, we can't do this, not now, not while we are like this." his voice near whisper. He grabbed Ian by the arm and drug him towards the house once more, not bothering to clean each other up. Grady walked up to Mr. Snyder and said goodbye.

" It looks like Ian here might of had one too many drinks tonight, seems like he wasn't counting while he was socializing. I think it would be best if we head out."

"Ah, seems fair enough, don't want my son to hurt himself, it was nice to meet you Grayson."

"Grady." he replied, correcting the man.

Grady soon walked out the door helping Ian out to his car before digging the keys out of his drunken friends pocket and placing him in the passenger seat and drove to Ian's house.

"Bastard better appreciate me after this." he mumbled.

Ian only laughed as Grady smacked his hand away from the radio. Minutes seemed to drag by as they rode to the house. Many of the streets empty, few cars drove here and there. Grady eventually pulled into the Snyder family's driveway and parked the car, turning it off as he opened the door.

He undid his seat belt and hurried to the other side, closing the door behind him. He opened the passenger door and recovered the older man, guiding him to get out of the car. Grady closed the door and led Ian to the front door.

Once inside they kicked off their shoes and were greeted by a worried Husky who whined as his owner nearly face planted into the wall. Grady struggled to bring the man to his bedroom but managed on his own. He sat Ian on the bed and at least took his shirt off of him in case he got too hot or somehow manage to strangle himself with it.

"Why are you out of breath?" Ian asked, scratching his cheek.

"I had to carry a grown ass man, who weights hell of a lot more than I do, across town. That is why i'm out of breath!" Grady huffed.

Ian just laughed and wrapped his arms around Grady's waist and pulled him to the bed, making them lay in an awkward embrace. Ian's nose in the crook of Grady's neck, taking in a deep breath.

"You smell nice." Ian whispered.

Shut up Ian." Grady retorted. 

"Your voice is like velvet." 

"Go to sleep Ian."

" You have those cute little moles everywhere..."

"Oh for the love of-!" Grady smacked the older man with a pillow and tried to ignore him, but soon found out the man had fallen asleep afterwards.