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Grace and Rocky met up often after seeing each other again.
They rekindled their friendship and it was just as easy as it was when they were kids.
They went for that dinner. Grace took his childhood friend to a tapas place he often went to. It was good for when he wasn’t feeling too hungry and was indecisive. It was run by a Spanish family who had moved over around fifteen ears ago and had a small restaurant that only had ten tables and a bar. Rocky was very impressed and Grace was delighted to have impressed him. They didn’t know the couple who owned the restaurant had been gossiping about how cute a couple they made, sat in the corner laughing with each other all night.
They also went to the cinema together one night. It was a horror film that Rocky had chosen. Grace didn’t love horror, but he was happy enough with the choice, especially after Rock had expressed his enthusiasm for it. It wasn’t too bad, the story was intriguing, the acting was decent, the jump scares though? Grace struggled with those. The build up of music, the close up of the main character, the sudden horror. It was all quite a lot for him and on more than one occasion he had jolted in the seat in fear. Rocky had noticed and placed a comforting hand on his friend’s, silently encouraging Grace to squeeze when it got a little too much. Rocky was glad Grace went with him but insisted that next time Grace could choose the movie.
They also spent a day at Rocky’s new apartment. He hadn’t had too much time to get everything sorted and unpacked, and Grace teased that it was definitely just procrastination. They took on the IKEA flatpack shelves, Rocky obviously doing much better than Grace who really was just an assistant who passed whatever nail, bolt or shelf was needed at the moment. They paused to watch the splashdown of Artemis II which Grace was thrilled with, getting distracted by the live stream long after they had landed safely and were just bobbing away in the water. Rocky was happy to see Grace all lit up, going on about how excited he was about talking to the kids about it and his intentions of planning a lesson around it. They had takeout and admired their handiwork before Rocky had to call it a night due to a last minute change in his schedule to work on a project at work. They were keen to see each other again though and made plans for dinner again the following week.
It was a Japanese restaurant they landed on next. Another small mom and pop place. Rocky ordered sashimi but Grace declined his offer to try it - he unfortunately knew too much about the risks of bacteria on raw fish and couldn’t get over his own personal hurdle, regardless of how delicious it was. Rocky was frustratingly talented at using chopsticks, though Grace wasn’t half bad. “You’re full good.” Rocky teased.
After a delicious dinner, along came the offer of complimentary ice cream which was something neither could decline. Grace had put far too big a spoonful in his mouth and scrunched his face at how sensitive his teeth and mouth felt as he fanned his face, his spoon flicking some vanilla ice cream onto the tip of his nose. Rocky laughed and reached out to brush it away with his thumb, putting it between his lips unconsciously. Grace had frozen for half a second as he felt a flush rising to his face, hoping it was dark enough in that restaurant to hide any sign of it visually. It was just a nice, caring, friendly gesture, right?
With the bill paid, split equally in the middle at Grace’s insistence even though Rocky had more, they left the restaurant with happy bellies. Grace only lived a few blocks away and Rocky was happy to walk him home.
“It’s cold tonight.” Grace shivered, having worn just a casual cotton shirt when it was warmer earlier in the evening.
Without a second thought, Rocky had shrugged off his flannel and placed it over Grace’s shoulders.
“Are you not gonna be cold?” Grace felt a warmth in chest that he had found had glowed whenever he was with his friend.
“Nah. You said it’s not a long walk. I’ll be okay.”
Grace had clutched onto the flannel around him. He was very aware of how it smelt like Rocky and how maybe it would rub off on him and his scent would linger. Was it a normal thing to think about your childhood best friend? It was growing increasingly difficult to ignore what he was feeling. Grace definitely had some kind of schoolboy crush on Rocky.
He had never been closed off in his sexuality. In fact, during his college years he had made out with a few guys and even had a questionable fling in a bar toilet. (He was a different man back then.) But in terms of relationships he had only ever been with women. It was what had come naturally to him and he hadn’t come across any men that he actively wanted to date.
But what he was feeling with Rocky was definitely those flutterings of a man who was smitten. He didn’t want to ruin what they had though. They had such a long history, and Grace didn’t make friends easily. He was afraid if he did or said anything he would ruin the friendship and he wouldn’t even have dinner and cinema nights with him.
It took just over ten minutes before they reached the door of his apartment building.
Grace was ready to shrug off the flannel and return it to Rocky when he saw him shifting on the spot.
“You okay, pal?”
“Uh, yeah. I just…” He cleared his throat, foot tapping nervously. “I have a question.”
“Sure, anything.”
“I know you’re into women, so call me insane and we can forget about the whole thing. I just thought, maybe, there was something here?” He gestured between the two of them. “So, I was wondering, if you’re feeling the same thing? Again! If I’m just being delusional just let me down easy and we can just forget it and move on.” Rocky looked a little sheepish and Grace couldn’t help but be entirely besotted with him.
“Rock, I don’t think you’re insane or delusional, because I feel it too.” Grace bit inside his bottom lip, somehow nervous too even though his childhood best friend had just admitted to liking him too.
Relief visibly washed through Rocky and he grinned. “Amazing, amazing, amazing.” He nodded, exhaling deeply as he ran his fingers through his hair and shook off the nerves that had clearly been building up for a while.
“Yeah. Amazing.” Grace rubbed the back of his neck before they both made eye contact and burst out laughing, everything had changed, but also absolutely nothing at all.
“I wanna kiss you.” Rocky announced.
“Great, I think you should.” Grace nodded.
It was all so silly, really. Two grown men acting like they hadn’t kissed anybody before. At the same time, those butterflies were so refreshing and sweet. The nerves and excitement that hadn’t happened in a long time for either of them.
With a decisive nod, Rocky reached up with his hands and placed them on Grace’s face that was lit up in a sheepish smile. They were close enough even in the dim streetlight they could see every feature on each other’s faces. It was perfect.
Rocky’s lips met Grace finally and they stayed for just a few moments, feeling the softness of each other, being able to smell one another's scents up close. Grace’s arms wrapped gently around Rocky’s middle, pulling him close. Their lips brushed and it felt so right, even when their glasses clinked when they were moving their heads a little.
When they finally pulled away, they looked at each other and neither of them could help breaking into giggles.
“Why are we acting like we’re twelve years old?” Rocky chuckled, his hands lowering to hook his arms around Grace’s neck.
“Just picking up where we left off, I guess.” Grace grinned before leaning up to capture Rocky’s lips again more decisively.
The kiss was deeper, neither of them were laughing anymore as hands smoothed down each other’s backs and they held each other closer, the flannel had fallen from Grace’s shoulders onto the pavement as they clutched at one another, pulling away only when they needed to breathe.
“You’re so soft.” Rocky uttered against Grace’s lips, causing something electric to run down his back and straight between his legs.
“Thanks. I don’t think anyone’s ever called me soft before.” He chuckled, looking up with half-lidded eyes.
Something changed in Rocky then, after seeing the way Grace looked at him.
“C’mon,” he scooped up his flannel in one hand, “let’s go inside.”
“Inside? Like my apartment?”
“Yeah, you said it’s cold, so we should get somewhere warmer.”
“Yeah, okay, sure.” Grace nodded, eyes blinking as he processed what this could mean. He wasn’t exactly going to stop it.
He let them into the building and they kissed in the elevator, Grace’s hands in Rocky’s gorgeous hair and Rocky’s hands sliding down to cup his ass.
They kissed as they walked down the corridor, capturing each other’s lips between clumsily choreographing their maneuver down to Grace’s apartment - the giggles were back.
“Okay, so there might be a bit of mess around in there. I didn’t exactly prepare to bring anyone, or specifically you, in there tonight, so go easy on me.” He prefaced before unlocking the door to his apartment.
Rocky stepped in and he teased, “Ugh, dirty dirty dirty. Why’s your room so messy?” He shook his head exaggeratedly as he walked in, throwing his flannel on the back of the couch. It truly wasn’t even that bad. There were a couple drinking glasses strewn around several surfaces. Yesterday’s empty takeout containers on the coffee table. His school bag was tossed unceremoniously by the front door, but it could have been way worse.
Rocky took no time in making himself at home as he kicked off his shoes and walked through the apartment. He browsed his bookshelf, humming at a few of his choices. There were a few knick knacks he had on display including a lego Darth Vader.
“What’s this?” Rocky had picked up an old disco ball from his college days, turning it on at the base. It still worked.
“Just a disco ball - Rock are you gonna go through all my stuff?” Grace chuckled.
“No,” Rocky grinned, “where’s your bedroom?”
Grace smirked and kissed Rocky again, walking backwards and leading Rocky with fingers in his belt loops right into his bedroom.
The back of his knees reached the side of his bed and he sat down, pulling Rocky on top to straddle him.
Rocky’s hair fell down past his forehead, tickling Grace’s face as they kissed again. His glasses were falling and tapped onto Grace’s and Rocky whipped them off, discarding them on the bedside table unceremoniously. He reached for Grace’s too when he reached up to stop him.
“Wait, wait, I’m long-sighted. I wanna see you.”
Rocky grinned. “You’re so fucking cute. I’m near-sighted so you’re crystal clear.”
With a shared smile, Grace captured Rocky’s lips once more. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get enough of kissing him, not even as they reached for one another’s shirts - Grace pulling Rocky’s t-shirt off in one motion and Rocky unbuttoning quickly with deft fingers.
Grace’s lips kissed a soft trail down Rocky’s neck, eliciting soft hums of approval as they made a path down to his collarbone, his sternum. He turned his face and touched the tip of his tongue on a nipple, a gasp coming from the man above him who was starting to roll his hips downwards in response.
He felt Rocky’s hands in his hair, tugging gently and spurring him on to suck gently before moving his attention to his other nipple. He was making such sweet, mewling sounds - it was melodic, musical almost. Grace’s hands smoothed across every surface of Rocky he could touch, learning every divot and dimple of him, committing him to memory.
He trailed back upwards to his pectoral and suckled on his skin with the intention of marking him, making him his. “Grace…” He uttered his name breathlessly just as he sucked harder, his eyes fluttering to look up at the way Rocky had tossed his head backwards. He happily shifted and continued leaving his marks upon the man, grasping at him to pull him close as he felt him rocking impatiently on top of him.
Without warning, Rocky pushed him down by his shoulders so he was laid on his back. There was a smile on his face, but, much like his gaze - had become lustful and needy. Without a word, Rocky removed himself from Grace, a noise of protest coming from him until he realised he was settling to kneel on the ground between his legs. He couldn’t help but moan at the sight.
He knelt upwards so he could kiss Grace’s stomach, at the curled hairs that peeked just above the waistline of his pants. Grace felt his cock twitch. It was his turn to thread his fingers into Rocky’s pretty hair, keeping it out of the way so he could see his face.
Wasting no more time, Rocky undid his belt, the button and zipper of his pants, tucking his fingers into the waistband on his underwear so he could pull both down in one motion down to his calves. Grace’s cock sprang out and pre-come glistened as the head landed on his belly.
“Happy to see me?” Rocky grinned. Grace couldn’t even gather his thoughts enough to respond before he felt the man’s lips press a soft kiss on his frenulum, drawing out a long moan from him. Rocky licked a stripe up from the base of his cock to his leaky head, Grace twitching out of his control.
“Please Rock…” Grace uttered through gritted teeth.
Rocky clearly didn’t need any more spurring on as he wrapped his lips around his erection, wasting no time as he opened his mouth and took his length in one.
“Christ!” Grace choked out, hands clutching Rocky’s hair tightly as he threw his head back, exactly. He lifted his head agonisingly slowly. Grace let out a whimper and Rocky seemed to take it as his cue to push back down. Grace was big enough to hit the back of his throat and then some, there was a small gagging noise that came from him and Grace stilled, though he had pressed on his thigh to let him know all was well, pushing down confidently. He spent a few moments there as Grace’s cock pulsed in his mouth. Finally, he began slowly moving his head up and down.
Grace bit down on his bottom lip, unable to control his hips rolling upward towards the warmth of Rocky’s mouth. He lifted his head up to watch as his head bobbed upon his length, toes curling in the shoes he was still wearing. It didn’t take long for Rocky to pick up the pace, fingers digging into his thighs.
Grace hadn’t had sex in an embarrassingly long time. Apart from an unexciting one night stand that had resulted from a night out a few months ago, he hadn’t really had sex in…well, a long, long time. And this? Finally being with somebody he felt close and safe with? It was no wonder he unravelled quickly, spurts of come ejaculating right into Rocky’s throat in very little time. His whole body had clenched up, back arched, fingers tight in Rocky’s hair as his hips bucked wildly. Dutifully, Rocky swallowed every drop.
Grace swore he saw stars.
His breathing was heavy, mind swirling as he came down from his high. His body relaxed and his grip loosened, scratching gently at Rocky’s scalp unconsciously as he hummed in tired pleasure.
“Sorry, it’s been a while, and you’re really good at swallowing me whole.” He let out a breathy chuckle as he lifted up his head to see Rocky’s smug face from between his legs. There was spit and come dribbling down his mouth and it was possibly the most beautiful thing Grace had ever seen in his life.
He pushed himself back up to a sitting position, still a little breathless, but unable to go another moment without pressing his lips against Rocky’s, tasting himself as he licked up the mess they had made.
“C’mon, get up here.” Grace patted the space beside him. He leaned down to undo the laces of his Converse before kicking his shoes off and tugging his pants and underwear off the rest of the way. He quickly discarded his socks too when he turned and noticed Rocky had done the same.
“Hey, I wanted to do that.” Grace had protested, though he wasn’t complaining as he saw Rocky on full display to him, erection proud, his mussed hair upon his pillow - a sight that made his heart pound loudly in his chest.
“I can put ‘em back on if you really want.” Rocky teased.
“No, I really like you like this.” Grace smiled and clambered on top of Rocky, capturing his lips again. They were probably going to be chapped from how much they were kissing, but he couldn’t care one bit as they kissed deeply, sensually as they held each other with their bodies pressed together. Grace had settled between Rocky’s legs. He was rocking his hips downwards. He needed time to recover, but he took pleasure in rubbing against Rocky’s hard erection. He was moaning into his mouth as he moved his hips, feeling Rock’s hands on his ass, encouraging him to move with him in a steady rhythm.
It was taking a moment for Grace to catch up again, fatigued from his orgasm, and so he pushed one of Rocky’s hands off up and tucked himself under his arm as gazed at Rocky’s flustered face. Wrapping his hand around Rocky’s cock, he began pumping at a steady pace. He could feel him tensing up beside him. His face was sexy and sweet as his eyes were closed, the rest contorted in the pleasure he was providing.
“Grace…Grace…” He uttered, his name spilling from his lips so softly, almost in a whisper.
“I’ve got you.” He soothed as he watched Rocky, mouth agape, moans escaping him as his breathing quickened. One of Rocky’s hands was fisting the bedsheets as the other slid down his side clutching with nails digging into his ass. Grace picked up the pace and Rocky let out a guttural moan. He kept up the movement, so eager to please the man who had just given him a starry orgasm.
“Grace, oh!” Rocky’s body shuddered as his hips bucked into the air. Grace quickly pushed himself up, though he had missed the first spurt that had landed on his stomach. He wrapped his lips around Rocky’s cock so he could taste him. It was his first time tasting another man’s semen, and it was salty, addictive. The cock pulsed between his lips until Rocky was entirely spent, his breathing ragged as he descended from his own high. Grace made sure to lap up the come on his tummy before making a home in the crook of Rocky’s arm again.
He placed a hand on Rocky’s chest, feeling the rise and fall as he collected himself again. Rocky turned his head to Grace and pressed a kiss on his forehead. Even after both their orgasms, somehow that had made his chest flutter the most.
“I’ll try doing that properly next time.” Grace murmured, pressing a kiss on Rocky’s shoulder.
“What do you mean?”
“Going down on you.”
“Sounds good.” Rocky chuckled. “There’s no rush though. I know this is all new to you, right?” He reached out to thread their fingers together, brushing the back of Grace’s hand with his thumb.
“With a man, yeah. I gave a guy a handjob in college but we were both drunk and high, and neither of us finished so I’m not sure how much that counts.” Grace pressed his face against Rocky’s neck, a little embarrassed by his admission.
“You dark horse.” He pressed another kiss on Grace’s forehead. “Take as much time as you need.”
Grace was content, grateful, and so happy.
“You sure you’re happy to be patient with me? I’m basically a virgin again.” He chuckled, eyes practically glittering as he looked up at Rocky.
“Of course I’m happy. You’re amazing, Grace.” He paused. “Wait, no I didn’t mean to make a shitty pun.”
Grace laughed heartily as Rocky huffed playfully and rolled him around so Grace was on his back.
“No, I mean I’m happy. You’re the happiest anyone’s made me in a very long time.” Rocky had caged him in his arms, his hair falling down and tickling his forehead. He leaned down and kissed him on his lips, then the corner of his lips, his cheek, his forehead - he smattered kisses all over his face whilst uttering. “Happy happy happy.”
And so was Grace. He was the happiest he had been in a long while.