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Driver is very familiar with patience. He knows when it is time to retreat and when to attack. He learned early on to keep quiet and observe. Learned to calculate the smallest gestures and think ten times before each step.
The prize for all his patience manifested itself so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that not even Driver knew how he kept such disciplined self-control.
He and Grace have been neighbors for a good year and a half now. They’ve been close friends for thirteen months of that and became something between close friends and dating about six months ago. He doesn’t know when they got stuck in that in between. Just that sometimes when they go to a diner together or watch movies at Grace’s apartment down the hall, Driver would look at Grace for a moment and get hit with the overwhelming urge to kiss the man senseless. And sometimes Grace would let him. They haven’t put a label on it and Driver doesn’t mind that.
It was a day like so many others, Driver and Grace were out together on what Grace bashfully called their ‘outdoor dates’ and had just come out of a stall selling bittersweet croquettes. Grace walked in front of him; he was busy removing the wrapper from the still-hot croquette.
When he finally succeeded, he stopped, turning slightly to the side and taking a big bite. Unfortunately, the croquette was still very hot, so Grace opened his mouth, suffering, trying to save his tongue from that pain. Driver thought it was something so cute and adorable that even before he knew it, his lips had settled on Grace's neck. It wasn’t something he usually did. Grace expressed that he was too embarrassed to show affection like this out in public and would usually duck out of Driver’s reach whenever the kiss began getting too heated.
Mouthing at his neck definitely counted as too heated for public view, so a second later he was ready to move away, ready to receive Grace's flustered yelps and blushing ears, yet... nothing happened. Or at least, nothing that two eyes otherwise trained as Driver's could notice. Grace moved his neck ever so slightly to the side.
Driver's eyes went wide. Was that an invitation? Permission to have that strip of skin all to himself a little longer? Slowly and carefully, Driver moved his lips up, just under Grace's ear, gone completely red. Again, Grace did nothing, sure his face was turned completely away from Driver's...but...was that just embarrassment?
Moving on their own accord, starving, Driver's lips moved again. Kissing softly, breathing warm and steady. Down to the crook of his neck, and then up, just under Grace's jaw.
Driver felt like in a haze, inebriated by the teacher’s scent. But it was when Grace took a short intake that Driver's self-control crumbled; in just a second he took one step closer, his lips got replaced with his tongue and his arms were ready to circle Grace's hips.
But the blond was ready too, he immediately squirmed, pushing away Driver with his elbow and snapping his neck away.
“We’re out in public, stop…" he whispered, face completely red and eyes turned in the opposite direction as he walked away. Driver grinned. It would have been a personal war of attrition, yet he couldn't wait to savor every phase of it.But most of all, he couldn't wait to dare. To get to that moment where he could take that step forward. From that day onwards every chance was a good chance to have Grace's skin taste fresh on his tongue.
Grace was the slow type. He was constantly distracted with something or the other and never could stop long enough to give Driver the attention he so craved. But Driver never rushed him. He was patient and he could wait as long as Grace wanted. But sometimes he indulged. He nudged and tested that line to see how far he could go before needing to retreat.
Driver was addicted, he never had enough. And every time a new occasion presented, Driver was always careful to add something new and intriguing.
Grace only tolerated Driver kissing him anywhere, whenever Driver wanted, provided, of course, that they were alone. However, things didn't change for the next couple of months. Driver too scared of going a bit further. Grace too shy to ask for it. It was never enough, and the thirst was driving both of them crazy. In the last days leading to summer, the hot temperature is seeping into the air despite the fresh wind. Driver and Grace were walking side by side silently.
They enjoyed doing that. Driver had been reluctant about it at first. He preferred long quiet drives around the city with the hum of other cars around him numbing his mind. But one day a few weeks back, when summer break began and Grace had nothing better to do, he had knocked on Driver’s door and asked the man if he’d like to go on a walk with him to the park.
It was such an innocent question and Driver doesn’t think he could’ve refused it even if he tried. He said yes before even considering it.
That first walk, like many of their one-on-one times, was filled with Grace’s chatter. Talking about his students and complaining about all the essays and reports he’ll have to grade and write up during the summer. It was incessant and never-ending. Grace could probably talk with a wall for hours and still find something to fill the silence. Driver thought he hated people who talked a lot, who like the sound of their own voice.
But Grace didn’t have that same air of narcissism that those people had. And Driver found that he actually liked the sound of Grace’s voice quite a lot so he definitely wasn’t complaining. If hearing it meant enduring California’s summer heat and long walks to the park, then he’d do it every time with no hesitation.
They were walking home after buying ice cream that Driver insisted on paying for. He could still taste the mint chocolate on his teeth. The sun was setting, and Grace's hair looked like it was on fire. Those blond curls just drew so much attention, that Driver just couldn't take his eyes away. Grace moved one of his hands over the back of his neck, wiping away little drops of sweat while explaining something about an insane looking solar panel his star student had made for last year’s science fair and how proud he was.
“It’s so freaking hot," he mumbled in between.
Driver smirked, lowering his head and whispering into Grace's ear, "Here, let me."
He then slowly licked Grace's neck. That sent shivers down Grace's spine, yet of course, he didn't show it. They were in the middle of the road, and sure there was no one around, but it was still too dangerous so Grace tried to push Driver away.
Usually, Driver wouldn't complain and just comply, especially outdoors. But that day something felt...different. No matter how hard Grace tried to push him away, Driver's body wouldn't move, nor his lips.
“Uh-” said Grace. "We're outside. What are you doing?" Like he just said nothing, Driver's arms circled him, making Grace stumble. Soon his lips were replaced once again with his tongue, and then with his teeth. Grace flinched. No good, his legs were trembling as his resolve. But he had to do something. Someone was getting closer, he could hear them walking and laughing just around the corner.
"Casey—! Please." Grace put his hands over Driver's, trying to untangle them, but Driver's grip was too strong and the sound of his name being uttered so desperately from Grace’s lips wasn’t really helping the situation at all. He closed his eyes, letting for just a second that warm feeling inside of him linger...but it couldn't last, he wasn't ready, not yet.
The moment Driver's lips began to nibble at his earlobe, Grace hit him as hard as he could with his elbow, right under his sternum. Driver finally took a step back holding the sore point, grunting.
Just in time, two girls appeared on the other side of the road and walked away. Grace stared, out of breath at Driver
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—you were just—" he stopped. Driver was staring back at him in all his height, chin up, chest rising and lowering slowly, trying to contain something. Something Grace barely caught sight of in that dark mixture of steel and coil that was, at that moment, Driver's eyes. There was just pure, unaltered desire. A hunger so deep, so strong, Grace forgot whatever he was going to say.
Driver took his hand suddenly. “Let's go.”
Later, the walk that took both of them into Driver's apartment that was two doors down from Grace’s would be just a blurry memory, so feeble and hazing, that it felt like it never happened. They were just there, in the dining room, Driver's lips assaulting Grace's neck, whose head was a total mess.
There was a part of him screaming to fight back, telling him to protest, telling him to stop Driver's hand from pulling his hair, just to bend him and have more access to his throat. Another that was numb, taking in the slightest touch and the softest breath over his skin. Which one was he supposed to listen to? Grace didn't know. So instead all he did was turn around, mumbling nonsense while blushing and biting his lips. Driver, on the other hand, had just one thing in his mind: Grace. Everything about him, anything that he could touch or reach. It never felt enough; it wasn't enough. If only he could convey to Grace how much he desired him, how much of him made Driver feel...alive.
He looked down, feeling a heat rising within him. Maybe there was a way... Was it too risky? Maybe. Was it worth trying? Absolutely. While still kissing Grace, Driver's hands slide down softly over Grace sides, down until they reached Grace’s hips. They stopped there, and by pressing a little with his fingers, Driver brushed his hard dick against Grace's ass. For the briefest moment, nothing happened. Time has stopped, the only sound that could be heard was the heavy breathing of both of the men.
Too far thought Driver. But then it happened. Grace, almost hesitantly, pushed his hips back against him. Driver's self-control was essentially gone at that point. He abruptly pushed down Grace, smashing him against the kitchen table, humping him hard and fast.
Grace could hardly suppress a moan at the feeling of Driver's hard bulge smashing against him rhythmically. Though hidden under his dark jeans, Driver's dick was so stiff Grace could feel its shape, grinding. Again and again, faster.
"Mngh..." mumbled Grace, resting his forehead on the cold table and widening his legs a little.
"Fuck," hissed Driver, clamping his fingers harder on Grace's hips, guiding him against his, the table under them starting to tremble. Grace tried to raise himself a little, resting on his forearms, head low, ears bright red. Driver straightened his back, staring down at the perfect view of Grace bent under him. His shirt was riding up revealing the curve of his bent back, the soft breaths, and the way he imperceptibly pushed back to meet Driver. It was perfect.
Grace was perfect. The thought that Grace was allowing him to do this, just because it was him, shut down his brain, letting his instincts take over. He wondered what Grace was thinking...maybe nothing, or maybe he was imagining how it could feel to have Driver inside of him. Pushing slowly inside, deeper and deeper. The driver growled lowly at the thought, giving one harder push, making the table crackle and Grace’s knees bump against the table's legs. He would have fucked him so hard, making him scream all night, making him melt. Kissing him all over, not just his neck like until that moment. His soft sides, his pink nipples, his thighs, leaving teeth marks all over.
He’d revel in the side eyes their neighbors would be giving them the next day and the way Grace’s face would go all red in embarrassment. Because everyone would know it was Driver ruining him like that.
Would Grace want that? Would he let him? Like reading into Driver's mind, Grace slightly turned his head to the side. His whole face was bright red, there was a little trickle of saliva on the corner of his mouth, his eyes half-opened and glasses half way off his face.
He leaned down and closer to Grace’s face while still maintaining the steady grind of his hips. “You look so good,” Driver whispered into his ear, punctuating each word with a hard hump. Grace took a trembling intake of breath at those words; for a moment it looked like he wanted to say something...but then he closed his eyes, and bit his lip hard, doing his best to suppress a loud moan as Driver’s pace quickened, becoming more frantic.
Driver's hands clung to the edge of the table, grinding down so hard Grace found himself standing on his tiptoes. After a few minutes, the noises of the table wobbling and creaking were so loud Driver couldn't even hear Grace's soft moans. Once again, Driver bent down, talking into Grace's ear, "You close?" he asked. Grace was now biting down the back of his hand, completely lost in the moment.
So lost he didn't hear him. Driver grinned, his chest swelling with pride, to catch his attention, he turned his face, kissing him this time on his lips. As Driver's tongue slipped out of Grace's mouth, Driver asked again, rubbing the whole length of his dick against Grace, slowly.
Grace closed his eyes “I...I need to…” he moved his hands toward his pants, but Driver stopped him.
“You want the good part all to yourself, Ryland?”
“What?” Driver's hands slipped inside Grace's wet pants, taking a hold of his hard leaking cock.
Driver grinned satisfied, while Grace whined, trying to move him away. “Don’t worry” he whispered, starting to move his hands up and down Grace's dick “I’ll take care of you.”
“You're-,” huffed Grace, but was cut off by a coordinated grind of Driver’s hips and a quick tug of his dick that left Grace sputtering out and shutting his eyes, overwhelmed with sensations.
Driver's movement became more frantic and hard. Grace tried to resist, but Driver's hands seemed to find every good spot and in a matter of a few strokes, he was coming hard on Driver's hands, who followed shortly after, pushing one last time against Grace’s ass, his hips stuttering as he rode out his orgasm. He continued to give a few lazy grinds before stopping entirely. It took a few minutes for them to catch their breaths, and when Grace's legs regained sensitivity, he wobbly stood up again, not looking directly at Driver, of course.
Driver looked down, feeling a little guilty now that the moment had passed “Sorry about that,” he said. Grace blushed profusely at him. Cute.
“Please don’t apologize.” He mumbled, waving his hands dismissively.
Driver shrugged. “I didn't want to push you too far.”
“It’s fine,” he interrupted him “If I didn't want it, I wouldn't have let you. I–It was nice.”
It took a moment for Driver to process the phrase and to let it warm his insides. Damn this teacher and his ability to melt Driver’s brain into mush. “Grace…”
“I need a shower." Grace awkwardly tried to hide the wet spot over his sweatpants. “It feels gross. Can I use your bathroom? I don’t really want to walk out like this…”
The driver simply nodded and gestured Grace towards the bathroom. The teacher walked slowly but stopped halfway through opening the door. He looked back at Driver with uncertain eyes. Driver noticed that Grace’s face was still three shades too red and his glasses were hanging precariously under his chin the way they always do.
The teacher fidgeted on the spot for a second and Driver was about to ask if something was wrong when he spoke up. “Do you want to join me?”
The question was so quiet Driver would’ve missed it if he wasn’t so attuned to Grace’s voice. Somehow Grace grew impossibly redder when Driver just stared at him.
“I mean- it’s your shower and, um. Save the water bill. Yeah.” He sputtered. “Nevermind, you don’t have to. Forget I said anything.” He banged his forehead into the door in shame.
Driver couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. He also felt a bit gross down there and really, he’d have to be demented to refuse taking a shower with Grace.
"Sure," he said, catching the teacher’s attention. “I’d like that.”
Grace nodded. "Cool, awesome, yeah.” He stepped backwards into the bathroom as Driver walked towards him. He grabs Grace by the waist, kissing him hard while pushing him further into the small room and locking the door behind them.
Driver’s water bill was unusually high that month.