Greyson Brown (boyxboy)

Chapter 7

Heading back into the city felt weird, like my dream bubble was disappearing. We stopped and dropped Ian off who Greyson made sure was in bed by the time we left. With Greysons help, we grabbed the groceries from the fridge and brought it into the car.

With Greyson and I in the car, I wanted to have sex with him. Looking over at him, I wondered if I can just tell him. Why wouldn't I be able to?

"Greyson?" I whispered. But I don't want to. He should be the one asking me.

"Yes?" He asked looking over at me with a straight face, the corners of his lips in a slight smile. I'm not sure if it was a look in my eyes or just the way I was sitting, but he knew.

He pulled over to the side of the road and parked the car. How did he know? What's going to happen?

"Wait-"

"Oh I'm sorry for misreading." He awkwardly said buckling his seat belt again and awkwardly laughed. He had a slight blush on his cheeks and his eyebrows looked so stressed, like he couldn't believe he was so stupid.

I couldn't help but laugh at loud. He looked like a little kid who was at a pizza place and is super hungry and mistakenly ate the food that wasn't actually for him.

"I meant, let's go to my house." I laughed and watched as his posture and expression lightened. He nodded his head and drove over. I let him inside and looked around. "Dylan?"

The house was silent. I began to put away the groceries and saw a note from Dylan.

"Off to work, be back tomorrow." Greyson read aloud and kissed my neck. "You know what that means."

Turning around, I kissed his lips and loved how he pushed me against the countertop. It hurt, the edge of the counter digging into my skin, but the feeling of Greyson kissing me made the pain go away.

"Adrien-" Greyson whispered biting the bottom of my lip. I moaned and guided him towards my room. He slammed me against the wall, taking off my shirt and throwing it into my room as he opened the door.

I pushed him against the wall this time and traced my hands down his chest. "Greyson, fuck me already please."

Greyson laughed and took off his shirt and pants. "Your wish is my command, princess."

"What the fuck type of nickname is that?!" I found myself yelling and punching Greysons stomach. "Give me a different one, now."

"You're always so bossy." Greyson mumbled pushing me into the bed. "Such an attitude and so ungrateful."

"And what are you going to do about it? Bitch and cry?" I teased and gasped when he kissed me, a hand around my neck. I feel paralyzed by him and his dominance.

I'm not a lil bitch.

Pushing him off of me, he looked offended and concerned, until I pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his waist.

Wait.

"Am I hurting you?" I whispered before continuing and watched as he looked at me with amazement. But seconds later he laughed and shook his head, sitting up. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead.

"You're so adorable." He whispered, all the sexy sexual tension away, now it's more of a genuine and comfortable tension. He was so gentle as he kissed me, his hands pulling down my underwear.

"I don't have any condoms." I groaned in realization. Greyson laughed and kissed my neck, his hands grabbing my dick. Confused, I looked down at watched as he then grabbed his own dick. "Wha-"