Four Times Sex Meant Nothing to Graeme Lawson and One Time It Did
Author: memory777
Pairings: Gray/Juliet, Gray/Elijah, Gray/Sophie, Gray/Noah, Gray/Sky
Rating: M
Summary: See the title.
It was a cruel irony that when Graeme Lawson eventually did sleep with the one girl he’d believed he was destined to be with, Juliet Swan, that it was the first time sex had meant nothing to him.
She’d just broken up with her boyfriend of far-too-many-years and she needed someone to be with her. And then hold her. And then she needed someone’s lips on her own and Gray was more than happy to oblige. After all, he’d waited so long for this, to prove he was right for Juliet and that he could wipe the floor with her memories of Elijah.
And although Juliet was sinking into the kiss as if she’d wanted him for as long as he’d wanted her, there was something different in her eyes. It was a sadness or resolve, just proving that this was the last place she really wanted to be, but also the first.
So when Gray’s hands started to unbutton her dress, she only shifted slightly below him, before allowing him to progress further until the dress slipped off her and left her standing in her undergarments. She sunk into his frame as he let his hands drift across her midriff before travelling up her spine and unhooking her bra.
Juliet turned and leaned forward, kissing him, but there was no passion behind it, no need for him like he’d wanted so much. However, he felt her hands travel down his body and unhook his belt buckle and Gray had no intentions of talking to her about it, or even backing out. Moments later his shirt was being tugged at with surprising force and suddenly the buttons were flying everywhere and the shirt was being pulled over his shoulders, leaving only his silk navy tie over his bare torso.
As Juliet pushed him onto the bed and leant across him, her hands were on his zip, pulling it down and Gray just lost himself to the kisses Juliet was planting on his lips and jaw. He cupped Juliet’s breast and she let out a squeal, whipping her head back, allowing him to plant his own kisses down her neck. Before he knew it both of them were completely naked and Juliet was underneath him, calling his name in ways that he had dreamed about, but now just felt so wrong, as if forced.
It was clear to Gray that Juliet was using him, and in some ways he was using her, but neither minded. So the next morning, when Juliet got dressed and left without a word, Gray did nothing to stop her. After all, the night had meant nothing to her, so why should it mean anything to him?
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It was three months later when Elijah approached him suspiciously in the living room area of the Arcadian Star Coven house. The two hadn’t really spoken civilly since Gray had arrived at the forces, so he was honestly shocked to see Elijah sitting down in an armchair across from him. Raising an eyebrow, Gray relaxed further into his seat, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
“Juliet’s seeing another guy,” Elijah stated simply. Gray didn’t even blink. His feelings for Juliet were long gone and as such, he didn’t really care. It was pretty obvious that Elijah did though, if the hurt in his voice was anything to go by.
“What do you want me to do about it?” responded Gray with a hint of amusement in his voice. He’d given up on his scheming ways because, really, there was no point anymore. He didn’t want Juliet, Elijah no longer held any interest in his eye and no-one really deserved it as much as they had at the time. And so Gray had retired to the quiet life - until Elijah suggested his idea, that was.
It was pure and utter madness, but Gray couldn’t pass up the chance to see Juliet’s face when she saw that he was Elijah’s date at the FGB’s latest party-thing. Gray had really stopped paying attention to their lame social events a while ago. He’d become somewhat a recluse since New Year’s Eve, and this was the first party he’d been to in months.
As expected, Juliet had been stunned to stillness upon seeing them hand in hand, slow-dancing in the centre of the dancefloor, causing her date some distress as he tried to regain her attention. However, she was not able to draw her eyes away until Gray’s lips were finally on Elijah’s in a fiercely passionate kiss. The two were fighting for control, but all the while Gray couldn’t believe just how much Elijah was responding to the kiss. They hated each other, and here they were in front of the entire forces kissing the life out of the other as if their whole existences depended on it.
Naturally, five minutes later they were in Gray’s cottage back in Arcadia and Elijah’s shirt was being thrown off before Gray used his tie to pull the other man closer to him. Wrapping an arm around Elijah’s bare back, he held him against his own body and started kissing his neck. With Elijah distracted, Gray used his free hand to pull at Elijah’s belt buckle, expertly loosening it and then pulling it free. Elijah tensed up before him, but a few whispered words in his ear calmed him down and Gray allowed his hand to make its way down Elijah’s bare chest and down below the waistline.
It was no real surprise that Elijah was already hard and with a smirk, Gray began to stroke his length slowly, teasing the tip. Elijah’s hips bucked and Gray laughed slightly, working his long fingers to the base and back. Elijah’s hips bucked again and Gray used the opportunity to pull Elijah’s boxers and trousers down. Elijah kicked them and his shoes away, threw his socks and watch aside, leaving him only in a tie, before pouncing on Gray and planting a lustful kiss on his lips.
Gray responded, allowing Elijah to be temporarily on top as he began to work on Gray’s shirt buttons. His tie had already been thrown aside and Elijah had reached to discard his own, but Gray grabbed his arm before he could even touch it. “The tie stays on,” he hissed, before tugging on it and pulling Elijah down towards him so he could kiss him again.
Elijah finally managed to strip Gray off all his clothes and for once, Gray was glad to be rid of the suit he’d been wearing. He didn’t much like the idea of Elijah being naked without him, so he took advantage straight away by flipping the other man onto his back and straddling him.
In no time at all, Elijah was begging for Gray to be inside him, and Gray didn’t want to disappoint. After teasing him by slowly entering one finger and then two fingers into Elijah, he felt smug at the gasp Elijah let out and the spasm of pleasure. Pulling his fingers out, he slowly lowered himself onto Elijah and entered him. Elijah cried out, initially from pain, until Gray hit the spot and suddenly the pleasure was so overwhelming that Elijah couldn’t focus on anything else.
Elijah was making these masculine grunts that Gray had never expected to hear from the other man. The idea of having sex with Elijah had of course crossed his mind, with them being rivals since his arrival; he just hadn’t expected Elijah to be a grunter.
Gray’s hand sneaked around Elijah’s side and slowly began to jerk him off in time with the movements he was making behind him. Only moments after Gray came inside Elijah, the other man came into Gray’s hand. As Gray pulled out, he licked his fingers clean with a rather large ego boost. He’d managed to bed the one man who hated him the most in the world, and he planned on gloating to Juliet as much as possible.
But then again, it wasn’t as if this meant anything. They weren’t going to start holding hands and going on dates in the park, so Gray felt even smugger about the one night stand. Standing, Gray walked over to Elijah’s discarded shirt and threw it at him. The other man only just managed to catch it in time. “I’m going for a shower. Don’t be here when I get back,” Gray said without any emotion in his voice.
Elijah wasn’t.
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Sophie was by far the easiest to get into bed. Gray merely had to hint at being alone that night and Sophie was practically begging to get into his pants. Everyone knew that she’d been a long time without a boyfriend, but Gray had no idea just how desperate she really was.
She didn’t put up much in the way of a fight, but she was far more into it than Juliet had been and far less nervous than Elijah. In fact, Sophie had so much stamina that he barely could keep up. She was more flexible than he’d ever have imagined, and for days afterwards, his back was aching from all the positions she’d encouraged him into.
After just one small kiss, Sophie already had her hands around his belt, pulling it off whilst not allowing her lips to leave his own for a second. Gray wondered whether she was trying to suffocate him, but at that very moment he felt her hand wrap around his hard length. He gasped, their lips finally losing contact as he pulled back slightly and she smirked.
Sophie’s lips were around Gray’s cock, her tongue slowly working the length from tip to base and back and Gray let out a gasp of surprise. They’d barely been in the same hotel room two minutes and already she was going down on him. Not that he was complaining, but he hadn’t quite expected Sophie to be so dominating.
Gray’s hips started to buck as he threatened to cum, but Sophie’s lips suddenly left his cock, instead smiling wickedly up at him. She threw his shirt and tie to the side, snaking her fingers up his back and onto the base of his neck, before passionately kissing him again.
Working a hand up to the straps of Sophie’s dress, Gray made quick work of them and the dress fell away, leaving her only in her undergarments. As Sophie began to kiss along his collar bone, Gray caressed the side of her face before removing all of her remaining clothing in several swift moments.
Hugging her body up against him, she pulled his trousers and boxers down the rest of the way, unless he was equally as naked as her, pulling her down onto him and kissing he stomach, his lips slowly going down further and further, until he hit the spot and Sophie let out a cry of pleasure.
The sex was hard and fast. As was the second time, and the third and fourth times. Room service had knocked on the door twice before Gray finally answered, completely naked. Understandably, they’d left them alone straight away, and Gray returned for three more goes with Sophie.
It was after the seventh time that Gray finally collapsed back onto the bed, shattered and completely sore. They were both breathing heavily, and her hands were still wandering over his chest, but he couldn’t really feel much anymore. After only moments, dreams took him and he was gone for several long hours.
In the morning, he repeated an event that he’d regretted for years and left a girl alone in bed without so much as a note or anything. He’d paid for the room, and that was all. After all, his night with Sophie had meant nothing to either of them - why should he stick around?
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Noah, on the other hand, was the hardest of the lot to seduce. He mostly kept to himself, and whenever Gray saw him, the conversation would usually start with snarky comments before dissolving into an argument. Gray didn’t even have time to try and flirt before Noah was walking away from him.
Gray eventually managed to run into him at Stonehenge, where Noah was in the VIP lounge drinking alone. It hadn’t taken much to get into the VIP lounge considering he knew all the right people. Gray only went for the best, so it made sense that he’d abandon the club for the more important area. Honestly he hadn’t expected to run into Noah there, but the man had already had a few drinks and the opportunity was just too good to pass up.
Joining Noah at the bar, he was greeted with the usual remark on how he was a waste of space and Noah wanted him to leave, but Gray merely brushed them aside and ordered Noah another drink. Despite being suspicious, the Guide did not turn it down and Gray joined in with the drinking, making sure to go far slower than the rate Noah was storming through the drinks.
He wasn’t quite sure just how many Noah had drunk before he’d arrived, but within the space of fifteen minutes, he’d gone through about three or four drinks and it was beginning to show. He was starting to slur his words and his eyes were slowly getting more and more unfocused. Gray, still on his second, just watched with raised eyebrows.
On Noah’s sixth drink, he was beginning to flop onto the bar and Gray pulled him back up by the shoulder, mumbling something about lightweights. However, instead of letting go of Noah, he moved his hand down to the small of Noah’s back. He almost expected Noah to throw him off and even to attack him, but instead the other man let out a rough chuckle and didn’t even flinch.
Gray’s hand crept under Noah’s shirt, making contact with his bare back as he slowly began to work his way around to Noah’s muscular torso. Within seconds, Gray suddenly found himself on his back on the bar, Noah’s lips crushing down on his own, far more forceful than Elijah had been. The kiss was passionate and rough and Noah’s hands were grabbing Gray’s shirt but he didn’t really care. He was pretty sure he knew how things were going to go from that moment forth.
Noah was fumbling with the buttons on Gray’s shirt before growling in frustration and just tearing the shirt in two and throwing it aside. Gray flinched a little, but it was nothing he couldn’t replace. Next, Noah’s hands were on his belt buckle but when Gray motioned to try and help, Gray slapped his hand away as if he was some sort of child. Gray glared, but at that moment, Noah pulled off the belt and immediately shoved his hands down Gray’s pants, causing him to gasp in surprise.
Gray was usually in Noah’s position, only slightly less drunk, so to have the other man tossing him off when he’d been the one trying to get into Noah’s pants for weeks was slightly embarrassing.
Managing to control himself for just long enough, he reached up to Noah’s collar and pulled at it, taking his shirt off and exposing Noah’s body. Gray took in the sight with a hungry glance. He’d never really thought much about Noah would look naked, but now that he was undressing Noah, he was wondering just why the idea had never occurred to him before.
Leaning forward and softly biting on Noah’s nipple, the Guide let out a gasp and quickly retreacted his hand from Gray’s pants. Smirking, Gray used the distraction to unbutton Noah’s trousers and he kicked them off along with his shoes. Gray raised an eyebrow at the lack of socks, but didn’t question it. Noah was strange like that.
Grabbing hold of Noah by his biceps, Gray pulled him close and kissed him again, just as forceful as Noah had kissed him. However, it didn’t take long for Noah to take control again, pushing Gray up against the counter and kissing down his collar bone. Gray’s breath hitched and he reached for Noah’s boxers, pulling them down and exposing Noah’s hard length.
Looking up at Noah, Gray saw his smirk and quirked an eyebrow. Just a second later, Noah’s hands were on his shoulders, pushing him to his knees and Gray had a feeling he knew exactly what was about to happen. He’d never given a blowjob to anyone before, but judging by the gasps and muttering pleas for God coming from Noah’s lips, Gray judged he was doing a pretty good job. He figured it’d be like a handjob - just with his mouth instead.
So when Noah came in his mouth, Gray was preparing to pull away, only to feel Noah’s strong hands on the back of his head and he had no choice but to swallow. It was probably the most humiliating moment of his life to date, but it was necessary to add Noah to his list of sexual encounters.
Pulling away, Gray stood; his jaw hurting and feeling far more tired than he’d have liked, but still with a raging hard-on that he was not going to let Noah get away with. However, apparently Noah did any plans of returning the favour because instead of Noah kneeling down, he was crushing his lips against Gray and his hands were done Gray’s pants, stroking his cock until Gray came into Noah’s hand.
Lifting his hand from Gray’s boxers, Noah made quite the show of licking his hand clean before winking and orbing out, leaving Gray semi-naked and feeling very humiliated. Glaring at nothing in particular, Gray shook his head and cursed under his breath.
But then he reminded himself how Noah meant nothing, just another ‘encounter’ that he’d forget out a few weeks down the line in his mission to try and find someone who’d matter to him. He’d been foolish to even consider Noah. And so once Gray had picked up the tattered pieces of his shirt and making sure no-one was watching, he flashed out and back to the land of the sane.
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From day one, it had been obvious that there was something different about Sky, but Gray just couldn’t put his finger on it. He was insane, sure, but Gray was pretty sure that his insanity wasn’t what made Gray’s stomach flutter whenever he caught the other man’s eye or that his insanity made Gray want to stay up to the early hours of the morning talking to him.
It was a bit embarrassing, but it had taken falling into a barely dressed Sky for Gray to realize that the butterflies in his stomach were a sign - he’d fallen for Sky and hadn’t even realized it. The boy was hurt, worried that he’d done something wrong, and Gray comforted him in the only way he could, by kissing him.
And as things do, a kiss led to something more, and for days they repeated the same pattern - never leaving the penthouse they shared, every hour or so kissing, and then ending up on their backs, screwing each other whilst whispering tender words into the other’s ear.
After two weeks, Gray stood alone on the balcony, looking out at London below him. In his hand was a gin and tonic, and he sipped on it absently, lost in his thoughts. He was thinking over just what had developed between him and Sky. It was clear that there was something, but they’d never really clarified what. Where they just casual fuckbuddies? Was it a relationship? Just messing around?
The mere thoughts of it made Gray’s head hurt and he took a longer swig from the drink in order to numb the thoughts. Whatever it was he had with Sky, he didn’t want to question it. It was nice and made him feel different from anything he’d experienced before, so he didn’t want to mess that up so easily and throw away that chance.
But as Gray was lost in his confused thoughts, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and a head softly against his right shoulder. He immediately tensed up, the touch making him feel nervous, as it always did. Sky was so unpredictable, so magnificent that every touch seemed to multiply by several hundreds to become the best thing ever to happen to Sky.
That’s what it was between them - pure and utter dedication. It wasn’t just that Gray and Sky were fucking or dating, Gray knew that they were in love with each other. Those looks between them, the way that they touched one another, how it was almost as if they could read one another’s minds at times, but at others they were a complete mystery - it just had to be love. There was no other explanation for it.
“It’s cold out here,” Sky mumbled, before tilting his head and lightly kissing the top of Gray’s ear. With a smile tugging on his lips, Gray set the drink down on the balcony edge and turned to face Sky. Planting a quick, soft kiss on his lips, he murmured, “We can always go inside. That bed is practically calling to us.”
Sky laughed softly, and began to lead Gray indoors. The drink remained forgotten about on the edge of the balcony, only to be found hours later when Sky came out for some alone time. He, of course, continued the drink. After all, everything that was Gray’s was his. That’s just how they worked.
But despite spending almost half of their day sleeping together or in close contact, nothing was lost between them. In fact, the bond continued to strengthen, because that’s what love did to people like them. It had bought them together because this was what was always meant to happen. Gray knew that now.
He also knew that no matter what dimension or universe he came from, he hadn’t cared for any other person he’d been with a quarter as much as he cared about Sky.
And he knew that it would never change, either.
FIN.
Pairings: Gray/Juliet, Gray/Elijah, Gray/Sophie, Gray/Noah, Gray/Sky
Rating: M
Summary: See the title.
It was a cruel irony that when Graeme Lawson eventually did sleep with the one girl he’d believed he was destined to be with, Juliet Swan, that it was the first time sex had meant nothing to him.
She’d just broken up with her boyfriend of far-too-many-years and she needed someone to be with her. And then hold her. And then she needed someone’s lips on her own and Gray was more than happy to oblige. After all, he’d waited so long for this, to prove he was right for Juliet and that he could wipe the floor with her memories of Elijah.
And although Juliet was sinking into the kiss as if she’d wanted him for as long as he’d wanted her, there was something different in her eyes. It was a sadness or resolve, just proving that this was the last place she really wanted to be, but also the first.
So when Gray’s hands started to unbutton her dress, she only shifted slightly below him, before allowing him to progress further until the dress slipped off her and left her standing in her undergarments. She sunk into his frame as he let his hands drift across her midriff before travelling up her spine and unhooking her bra.
Juliet turned and leaned forward, kissing him, but there was no passion behind it, no need for him like he’d wanted so much. However, he felt her hands travel down his body and unhook his belt buckle and Gray had no intentions of talking to her about it, or even backing out. Moments later his shirt was being tugged at with surprising force and suddenly the buttons were flying everywhere and the shirt was being pulled over his shoulders, leaving only his silk navy tie over his bare torso.
As Juliet pushed him onto the bed and leant across him, her hands were on his zip, pulling it down and Gray just lost himself to the kisses Juliet was planting on his lips and jaw. He cupped Juliet’s breast and she let out a squeal, whipping her head back, allowing him to plant his own kisses down her neck. Before he knew it both of them were completely naked and Juliet was underneath him, calling his name in ways that he had dreamed about, but now just felt so wrong, as if forced.
It was clear to Gray that Juliet was using him, and in some ways he was using her, but neither minded. So the next morning, when Juliet got dressed and left without a word, Gray did nothing to stop her. After all, the night had meant nothing to her, so why should it mean anything to him?
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It was three months later when Elijah approached him suspiciously in the living room area of the Arcadian Star Coven house. The two hadn’t really spoken civilly since Gray had arrived at the forces, so he was honestly shocked to see Elijah sitting down in an armchair across from him. Raising an eyebrow, Gray relaxed further into his seat, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
“Juliet’s seeing another guy,” Elijah stated simply. Gray didn’t even blink. His feelings for Juliet were long gone and as such, he didn’t really care. It was pretty obvious that Elijah did though, if the hurt in his voice was anything to go by.
“What do you want me to do about it?” responded Gray with a hint of amusement in his voice. He’d given up on his scheming ways because, really, there was no point anymore. He didn’t want Juliet, Elijah no longer held any interest in his eye and no-one really deserved it as much as they had at the time. And so Gray had retired to the quiet life - until Elijah suggested his idea, that was.
It was pure and utter madness, but Gray couldn’t pass up the chance to see Juliet’s face when she saw that he was Elijah’s date at the FGB’s latest party-thing. Gray had really stopped paying attention to their lame social events a while ago. He’d become somewhat a recluse since New Year’s Eve, and this was the first party he’d been to in months.
As expected, Juliet had been stunned to stillness upon seeing them hand in hand, slow-dancing in the centre of the dancefloor, causing her date some distress as he tried to regain her attention. However, she was not able to draw her eyes away until Gray’s lips were finally on Elijah’s in a fiercely passionate kiss. The two were fighting for control, but all the while Gray couldn’t believe just how much Elijah was responding to the kiss. They hated each other, and here they were in front of the entire forces kissing the life out of the other as if their whole existences depended on it.
Naturally, five minutes later they were in Gray’s cottage back in Arcadia and Elijah’s shirt was being thrown off before Gray used his tie to pull the other man closer to him. Wrapping an arm around Elijah’s bare back, he held him against his own body and started kissing his neck. With Elijah distracted, Gray used his free hand to pull at Elijah’s belt buckle, expertly loosening it and then pulling it free. Elijah tensed up before him, but a few whispered words in his ear calmed him down and Gray allowed his hand to make its way down Elijah’s bare chest and down below the waistline.
It was no real surprise that Elijah was already hard and with a smirk, Gray began to stroke his length slowly, teasing the tip. Elijah’s hips bucked and Gray laughed slightly, working his long fingers to the base and back. Elijah’s hips bucked again and Gray used the opportunity to pull Elijah’s boxers and trousers down. Elijah kicked them and his shoes away, threw his socks and watch aside, leaving him only in a tie, before pouncing on Gray and planting a lustful kiss on his lips.
Gray responded, allowing Elijah to be temporarily on top as he began to work on Gray’s shirt buttons. His tie had already been thrown aside and Elijah had reached to discard his own, but Gray grabbed his arm before he could even touch it. “The tie stays on,” he hissed, before tugging on it and pulling Elijah down towards him so he could kiss him again.
Elijah finally managed to strip Gray off all his clothes and for once, Gray was glad to be rid of the suit he’d been wearing. He didn’t much like the idea of Elijah being naked without him, so he took advantage straight away by flipping the other man onto his back and straddling him.
In no time at all, Elijah was begging for Gray to be inside him, and Gray didn’t want to disappoint. After teasing him by slowly entering one finger and then two fingers into Elijah, he felt smug at the gasp Elijah let out and the spasm of pleasure. Pulling his fingers out, he slowly lowered himself onto Elijah and entered him. Elijah cried out, initially from pain, until Gray hit the spot and suddenly the pleasure was so overwhelming that Elijah couldn’t focus on anything else.
Elijah was making these masculine grunts that Gray had never expected to hear from the other man. The idea of having sex with Elijah had of course crossed his mind, with them being rivals since his arrival; he just hadn’t expected Elijah to be a grunter.
Gray’s hand sneaked around Elijah’s side and slowly began to jerk him off in time with the movements he was making behind him. Only moments after Gray came inside Elijah, the other man came into Gray’s hand. As Gray pulled out, he licked his fingers clean with a rather large ego boost. He’d managed to bed the one man who hated him the most in the world, and he planned on gloating to Juliet as much as possible.
But then again, it wasn’t as if this meant anything. They weren’t going to start holding hands and going on dates in the park, so Gray felt even smugger about the one night stand. Standing, Gray walked over to Elijah’s discarded shirt and threw it at him. The other man only just managed to catch it in time. “I’m going for a shower. Don’t be here when I get back,” Gray said without any emotion in his voice.
Elijah wasn’t.
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Sophie was by far the easiest to get into bed. Gray merely had to hint at being alone that night and Sophie was practically begging to get into his pants. Everyone knew that she’d been a long time without a boyfriend, but Gray had no idea just how desperate she really was.
She didn’t put up much in the way of a fight, but she was far more into it than Juliet had been and far less nervous than Elijah. In fact, Sophie had so much stamina that he barely could keep up. She was more flexible than he’d ever have imagined, and for days afterwards, his back was aching from all the positions she’d encouraged him into.
After just one small kiss, Sophie already had her hands around his belt, pulling it off whilst not allowing her lips to leave his own for a second. Gray wondered whether she was trying to suffocate him, but at that very moment he felt her hand wrap around his hard length. He gasped, their lips finally losing contact as he pulled back slightly and she smirked.
Sophie’s lips were around Gray’s cock, her tongue slowly working the length from tip to base and back and Gray let out a gasp of surprise. They’d barely been in the same hotel room two minutes and already she was going down on him. Not that he was complaining, but he hadn’t quite expected Sophie to be so dominating.
Gray’s hips started to buck as he threatened to cum, but Sophie’s lips suddenly left his cock, instead smiling wickedly up at him. She threw his shirt and tie to the side, snaking her fingers up his back and onto the base of his neck, before passionately kissing him again.
Working a hand up to the straps of Sophie’s dress, Gray made quick work of them and the dress fell away, leaving her only in her undergarments. As Sophie began to kiss along his collar bone, Gray caressed the side of her face before removing all of her remaining clothing in several swift moments.
Hugging her body up against him, she pulled his trousers and boxers down the rest of the way, unless he was equally as naked as her, pulling her down onto him and kissing he stomach, his lips slowly going down further and further, until he hit the spot and Sophie let out a cry of pleasure.
The sex was hard and fast. As was the second time, and the third and fourth times. Room service had knocked on the door twice before Gray finally answered, completely naked. Understandably, they’d left them alone straight away, and Gray returned for three more goes with Sophie.
It was after the seventh time that Gray finally collapsed back onto the bed, shattered and completely sore. They were both breathing heavily, and her hands were still wandering over his chest, but he couldn’t really feel much anymore. After only moments, dreams took him and he was gone for several long hours.
In the morning, he repeated an event that he’d regretted for years and left a girl alone in bed without so much as a note or anything. He’d paid for the room, and that was all. After all, his night with Sophie had meant nothing to either of them - why should he stick around?
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Noah, on the other hand, was the hardest of the lot to seduce. He mostly kept to himself, and whenever Gray saw him, the conversation would usually start with snarky comments before dissolving into an argument. Gray didn’t even have time to try and flirt before Noah was walking away from him.
Gray eventually managed to run into him at Stonehenge, where Noah was in the VIP lounge drinking alone. It hadn’t taken much to get into the VIP lounge considering he knew all the right people. Gray only went for the best, so it made sense that he’d abandon the club for the more important area. Honestly he hadn’t expected to run into Noah there, but the man had already had a few drinks and the opportunity was just too good to pass up.
Joining Noah at the bar, he was greeted with the usual remark on how he was a waste of space and Noah wanted him to leave, but Gray merely brushed them aside and ordered Noah another drink. Despite being suspicious, the Guide did not turn it down and Gray joined in with the drinking, making sure to go far slower than the rate Noah was storming through the drinks.
He wasn’t quite sure just how many Noah had drunk before he’d arrived, but within the space of fifteen minutes, he’d gone through about three or four drinks and it was beginning to show. He was starting to slur his words and his eyes were slowly getting more and more unfocused. Gray, still on his second, just watched with raised eyebrows.
On Noah’s sixth drink, he was beginning to flop onto the bar and Gray pulled him back up by the shoulder, mumbling something about lightweights. However, instead of letting go of Noah, he moved his hand down to the small of Noah’s back. He almost expected Noah to throw him off and even to attack him, but instead the other man let out a rough chuckle and didn’t even flinch.
Gray’s hand crept under Noah’s shirt, making contact with his bare back as he slowly began to work his way around to Noah’s muscular torso. Within seconds, Gray suddenly found himself on his back on the bar, Noah’s lips crushing down on his own, far more forceful than Elijah had been. The kiss was passionate and rough and Noah’s hands were grabbing Gray’s shirt but he didn’t really care. He was pretty sure he knew how things were going to go from that moment forth.
Noah was fumbling with the buttons on Gray’s shirt before growling in frustration and just tearing the shirt in two and throwing it aside. Gray flinched a little, but it was nothing he couldn’t replace. Next, Noah’s hands were on his belt buckle but when Gray motioned to try and help, Gray slapped his hand away as if he was some sort of child. Gray glared, but at that moment, Noah pulled off the belt and immediately shoved his hands down Gray’s pants, causing him to gasp in surprise.
Gray was usually in Noah’s position, only slightly less drunk, so to have the other man tossing him off when he’d been the one trying to get into Noah’s pants for weeks was slightly embarrassing.
Managing to control himself for just long enough, he reached up to Noah’s collar and pulled at it, taking his shirt off and exposing Noah’s body. Gray took in the sight with a hungry glance. He’d never really thought much about Noah would look naked, but now that he was undressing Noah, he was wondering just why the idea had never occurred to him before.
Leaning forward and softly biting on Noah’s nipple, the Guide let out a gasp and quickly retreacted his hand from Gray’s pants. Smirking, Gray used the distraction to unbutton Noah’s trousers and he kicked them off along with his shoes. Gray raised an eyebrow at the lack of socks, but didn’t question it. Noah was strange like that.
Grabbing hold of Noah by his biceps, Gray pulled him close and kissed him again, just as forceful as Noah had kissed him. However, it didn’t take long for Noah to take control again, pushing Gray up against the counter and kissing down his collar bone. Gray’s breath hitched and he reached for Noah’s boxers, pulling them down and exposing Noah’s hard length.
Looking up at Noah, Gray saw his smirk and quirked an eyebrow. Just a second later, Noah’s hands were on his shoulders, pushing him to his knees and Gray had a feeling he knew exactly what was about to happen. He’d never given a blowjob to anyone before, but judging by the gasps and muttering pleas for God coming from Noah’s lips, Gray judged he was doing a pretty good job. He figured it’d be like a handjob - just with his mouth instead.
So when Noah came in his mouth, Gray was preparing to pull away, only to feel Noah’s strong hands on the back of his head and he had no choice but to swallow. It was probably the most humiliating moment of his life to date, but it was necessary to add Noah to his list of sexual encounters.
Pulling away, Gray stood; his jaw hurting and feeling far more tired than he’d have liked, but still with a raging hard-on that he was not going to let Noah get away with. However, apparently Noah did any plans of returning the favour because instead of Noah kneeling down, he was crushing his lips against Gray and his hands were done Gray’s pants, stroking his cock until Gray came into Noah’s hand.
Lifting his hand from Gray’s boxers, Noah made quite the show of licking his hand clean before winking and orbing out, leaving Gray semi-naked and feeling very humiliated. Glaring at nothing in particular, Gray shook his head and cursed under his breath.
But then he reminded himself how Noah meant nothing, just another ‘encounter’ that he’d forget out a few weeks down the line in his mission to try and find someone who’d matter to him. He’d been foolish to even consider Noah. And so once Gray had picked up the tattered pieces of his shirt and making sure no-one was watching, he flashed out and back to the land of the sane.
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From day one, it had been obvious that there was something different about Sky, but Gray just couldn’t put his finger on it. He was insane, sure, but Gray was pretty sure that his insanity wasn’t what made Gray’s stomach flutter whenever he caught the other man’s eye or that his insanity made Gray want to stay up to the early hours of the morning talking to him.
It was a bit embarrassing, but it had taken falling into a barely dressed Sky for Gray to realize that the butterflies in his stomach were a sign - he’d fallen for Sky and hadn’t even realized it. The boy was hurt, worried that he’d done something wrong, and Gray comforted him in the only way he could, by kissing him.
And as things do, a kiss led to something more, and for days they repeated the same pattern - never leaving the penthouse they shared, every hour or so kissing, and then ending up on their backs, screwing each other whilst whispering tender words into the other’s ear.
After two weeks, Gray stood alone on the balcony, looking out at London below him. In his hand was a gin and tonic, and he sipped on it absently, lost in his thoughts. He was thinking over just what had developed between him and Sky. It was clear that there was something, but they’d never really clarified what. Where they just casual fuckbuddies? Was it a relationship? Just messing around?
The mere thoughts of it made Gray’s head hurt and he took a longer swig from the drink in order to numb the thoughts. Whatever it was he had with Sky, he didn’t want to question it. It was nice and made him feel different from anything he’d experienced before, so he didn’t want to mess that up so easily and throw away that chance.
But as Gray was lost in his confused thoughts, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and a head softly against his right shoulder. He immediately tensed up, the touch making him feel nervous, as it always did. Sky was so unpredictable, so magnificent that every touch seemed to multiply by several hundreds to become the best thing ever to happen to Sky.
That’s what it was between them - pure and utter dedication. It wasn’t just that Gray and Sky were fucking or dating, Gray knew that they were in love with each other. Those looks between them, the way that they touched one another, how it was almost as if they could read one another’s minds at times, but at others they were a complete mystery - it just had to be love. There was no other explanation for it.
“It’s cold out here,” Sky mumbled, before tilting his head and lightly kissing the top of Gray’s ear. With a smile tugging on his lips, Gray set the drink down on the balcony edge and turned to face Sky. Planting a quick, soft kiss on his lips, he murmured, “We can always go inside. That bed is practically calling to us.”
Sky laughed softly, and began to lead Gray indoors. The drink remained forgotten about on the edge of the balcony, only to be found hours later when Sky came out for some alone time. He, of course, continued the drink. After all, everything that was Gray’s was his. That’s just how they worked.
But despite spending almost half of their day sleeping together or in close contact, nothing was lost between them. In fact, the bond continued to strengthen, because that’s what love did to people like them. It had bought them together because this was what was always meant to happen. Gray knew that now.
He also knew that no matter what dimension or universe he came from, he hadn’t cared for any other person he’d been with a quarter as much as he cared about Sky.
And he knew that it would never change, either.
FIN.