"Grayson," my tone is a warning. "I'm doing homework and you should be too." I tell him. "'A kiss for homework'. Your words." And damn was it a good kiss.

Grayson has yet to open his backpack and is instead dreamily watching me from my bed. All the while, I'm working hard on the psychology packet that was given to us Wednesday and told it was due Monday.

"How can I concentrate on homework when my sexy as hell boyfriend is sitting there with his cute ass glasses on?"

I roll my eyes and yet, still blush, "I don't know, but figure it out," I say stubbornly and try not to look at my sexy as hell boyfriend.

Suddenly, my swivel chair is turned away from my desk that I was doing homework on. Grayson leans down, his hands on either side of the arm rests. "You know when you talk like that to me, it really turns me on."

My face gets even hotter and before I know it, my boyfriend's lips are on mine. I drop the pencil that's in my hand so that I can cup the back of his neck and kiss him back. "You're bad for me," I whisper against his mouth.

I feel him smirk, "Mmm, but I know you like it."

"You're not wrong." Then I open my mouth and his tongue plunges in, my member jumping at the feeling. Oh God, I love when he sucks on my tongue, when he bites my bottom lip. And when one of his hands slips under my shirt and his finger brushes over my right nipple.

Grayson gets on his knees and leaves butterfly kisses along my jaw down to my neck. I moan once he begins to kiss the soft spot below my ear. He bites and licks then sucks my neck causing a whimper of ecstasy to fall from my mouth. His hands tug my shirt up and I waste no time in removing it. Which I'm glad I did as his mouth travels down my chest and he flicks his tongue over my left nipple causing a new feeling of pleasure to rip through my body.

His mouth moves to my right nipple as his hands move to the zipper on my jeans. I want him to touch me so badly, to feel his mouth around my erection, so when he looks up at me for my approval, I nod fiercely.

He licks his way down my body— damn, does he know how to use that tongue— until he stops just above the waist band of my skinny jeans.

Grayson unbuttons then unzips them. This isn't his first time seeing me in my underwear, yet I'm still filled with nerves, but I crave his mouth on my cock so much that I don't care. My jeans pool around my ankles, but before sliding down my boxers, he stops, "you okay with this?" Grayson asks me.

"Yes, God yes. But we should finish homework," What a dumb thing to say. Why do I ever open my mouth?

My boyfriend's eyebrows raise, but his face remains neutral, telling me he wouldn't be upset with me if I wanted him to stop as he asks, "Do you want to continue doing homework instead?"

"Fuck no," I respond too quickly. "You can continue. Please," I all but beg. Grayson chuckles and I blush realizing how desperate I sound. But that doesn't matter anymore as my boxers are finally pulled down and my boyfriend's tongue is on my shaft. "Fuck," I groan, lacing my fingers through his hair.

His expert tongue swirls around my tip, licking up my pre-cum making me whimper. Grayson's mouth engulfs me. My head falls against the chair with my eyes rolling back as I moan again. He takes me deeper then pulls back, a string of saliva running from his mouth to my tip. Fuck, that's so hot. His hand rubs my cock for a moment before his mouth returns to its task.

Now that I have something to compare it to, Alyssa has nothing on Grayson. Holy fuck.

One of his hands are working along with his mouth while the other slowly moves up and down my thigh in a fervent manner. My boyfriend continues going down on me with an achingly slow rhythm, it's like torture. When I think I'm about to finish, he changes pace. Grayson's going much quicker now, and I can't take it.

"Fuck, baby," I moan then tell him, "I'm so close." I wish I could last longer, but with very little experience I just can't help it.

Grayson looks at me with his piercing blue eyes and, with my cock in his hand and his mouth close to it, he demands, "cum for me." My cock is back in his mouth and he deep throat's me.

And I lose it. I cum in his mouth and am still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm when Grayson removes me then swallows.

We decided we'll finish homework tomorrow.

Now, Grayson and I are laying on my bed; my head using his chest as a pillow, his right arm around me as I play with his fingers on his left hand. I offered to return the favor to Grayson but he refused, ("Another time. I just wanted to pleasure you," he had said).

We're both in a comfortable silence, soaking in each other's presence. This is one of the things I love about being with Grayson Clarke; doing nothing with him still feels like something. It's not awkward. It's easy to be with him. I feel like I can be a hundred percent myself with him.

I glance up at Grayson. His eyes are closed, his breathing's calm, but he's lazily rubbing my back with one hand and playing along with my fingers with the other, so I know he's awake. At least partly.

I open my mouth to ask him something when a soft 'ding' cuts me off. Grayson doesn't seem to notice and I know it wasn't my phone considering ours have different 'dings'.

*ding*

Another text. I look beyond the gorgeous body that is Grayson and spot his phone on the bed. Just in reach of me. Don't do it, Reid, just close your eyes and nap with your boyfriend. Plus, it's probably his mom. Though Becky normally calls...

*ding*

Jesus Christ. A third text?

If I just lift up the phone a tad, I bet I can see who's texting. Not that it's any of your business, Reid. I do it anyway. I lift Grayson's phone screen up enough for me to see and it lights up with the touch.

Hey Gray it's been a while since we've talked

I was thinking you could visit me for your spring break.

You know I hate texting. Are you free to call?

I lay his phone back down and glance up at Grayson. Eyes still closed. Now that I think about it, he's stopped rubbing my back. Did he fall asleep?

"Ya' know, it's rude to look at something that doesn't belong to you," Grayson says in a joking manner, but I'm too ashamed at my behavior and surprised that he caught me to respond. He opens his eyes to look at me. "It's okay, but next time ask."

"I am so sorry," I rush out and sit up. "I'll ask next time, I swear. But, um, who's Greg?" My curiosity will be my death, I'm sure of it. "Not that it matters. You have other friends than me, that's cool but I don't recall you mentioning Greg, though he wants you to visit? So maybe he's a Californian friend and that's why I don't know him which would make sense cause you guys apparently haven't spoken in a while are you going to-"

"Reid!" Grayson grips my shoulders and breaks me loose from my word vomit. "Chill out. Drink some water or something, damn. How you can go on like that without even pausing is astonishing," he chuckles, but also looks a bit worried.

I take a deep breath. "I'm sorry." I laugh nervously. "But anyway, Greg...?"

Grayson chuckles then finally tells me, "Greg is my dad."

My eyebrows shoot up, "oh." I didn't expect that. "You put your dad as 'Greg' in your contacts instead of dad?"

"Some parents have to earn the right to be called dad or mom," he explains cryptically.

"Oh." I repeat for lack of better words, and lay back down next to him. "So Greg's your dad and you haven't spoken to him in a while and he wants you to visit him during spring break."

"I probably won't though," Grayson responds sounding bored.

Looking up at him with curious eyes, I question more, "Why not? Don't you miss him?"

"I don't know. I guess I miss him," Grayson shrugs. "But seeing Greg means I have to see the others. So I probably won't go." Again, another cryptic response.

"The others... as in your siblings?" Come on, Grayson, give me something to work with.

"Half-siblings, yeah." There's an edge of irritation to that, but I think that's more towards the thought of his sibling than my questions. Still, I'm not sure how far I can push.

"A younger half- brother and half- sister and an older half- sister in college?"

"Someone's got a good memory," my boyfriend mutters now with annoyance directed at me.

"Hey," I start softly to try to lighten him up, "I'm just trying to understand. You don't really tell me much beyond you moving from California."

"Well, I'm not going to disclose my past to just anyone."

I sit up to face him clearly. "I didn't realize I was just anyone to you," I say bitterly and Grayson sighs as if it's him who should be disgruntled and not me. I continue with my sarcasm, "Actually, you're right, having the title of your boyfriend doesn't put me ahead of just anyone. My bad."

He pinches the bridge of his nose while claiming, "You know that's not what I meant."

"Well, that's what you said, so how am I supposed to-"

"Reid!" I close my mouth, but cross my arms when he tries to take my hands. Grayson settles for my elbows instead. "I'm sorry," he says softly. "That was a bad choice of words. You are not just anyone to me. I'm sorry I said that. What happened a year ago was very... messy and humiliating and because of that, I have a hard time trusting people."

I open my mouth to respond to that, but my boyfriend cuts me off again. "Not that I don't trust you, I do. But I also trusted him. And that was my initial problem. So I need more time. Please be patient with me."

I nod in understanding and let him take my hands in his. Great, now I feel like a jackass. "I'm sorry. Maybe I was being dramatic," I apologize. "I can be patient."

Grayson smiles warmly then says, "I'm not too sure about that last part, but I'll take what I can get." Before I can respond to that, my boyfriend pulls me back down and drapes the blanket over us. "Now nap with me, I only have an hour left with you." I definitely can't argue with that, especially after he kisses my forehead.

But even laying comfortably in Grayson's arms, I can't get myself to fall asleep. My mind is reeling with the same thought over and over again; Who is the him Grayson couldn't trust?