Opossum Twenty-Five

I want to win him over.

He felt Ren pace right beneath the surface of his skin, clearly a bit antsy at the thought. His cat honestly couldn't understand why they weren't already together.

Licking his lips, Ian fought himself to not think about where his mouth had been nearly every morning the past two weeks. He'd even slept with Grim in his bed a few times during some of their midnight gaming discussions. Or, really, he'd fallen asleep and been allowed to stay.

Waking up snuggled in next to his love each of those days had been heaven.

Mussing up his hair a little bit, Ian sighed and stared down at his turkey and lettuce wrap.

Does he really not love me the way I love him?

The guy let him get away with so much more than a normal person would if he were straight, yet there seemed to be a firm wall he just couldn't managed to get through now. It felt like he was reaching the end of Grim's flexibility.

Ian felt his stomach grumble, but he honestly didn't want to eat for the first time in a long while.

He put the wrap away and went back to work to try and relax his mind again. He actually ended up staying late, working overtime for the first time since he'd moved in with Grim.

It honestly felt good to work off his frustrations, and thankfully the guys who worked overnights were more than happy to have the extra help.

By the time he returned to his locker to grab his phone, since he'd wanted to get lost in his work for a while, his brow furrowed.

There were quite a few text messages, and even two calls from Grim.

Frowning and feeling a little guilty, he quickly tugged his coat on and headed out, immediately dialing Grim's number once he was outside.

"Ren, it's almost four in the morning..." Grim grumbled the moment he picked up the call... on the very first ring.

Ian fidgeted at hearing the nickname the guy recently only used for his cat. He thankfully didn't sound angry, but he did sound rather exhausted.

Why didn't you go to bed, love?

The guy did sometimes stay up late to game, but he'd been really busy with work recently and usually passed out around midnight, at the latest.

"You're done with work?" Grim asked when Ian forgot to respond to his first remark.

"A-ah, yes sir! I stayed late without telling you, sorry," he finally replied, feeling even more guilty as he heard his love's fatigue.

"Good, because I'm almost there," Grim said quietly, startling Ian into hurrying his pace towards the spot Grim usually picked him up at.

"Hey Ian! Have a good night, man! And thanks for the help, we really appreciate it!" one of the nightshift crew called out as he waved his cigarette in the air.

Ian waved back, though he didn't say anything because he didn't want to yell through the phone.

The sound of a familiar car pulling up behind him drew his attention immediately back that way. Then, after only a moment, and to his surprise, he saw Grim get out of the driver's side and sleepily walk over to slip into the passenger's seat.

Ah!

Hurrying forward, Ian quickly leaned into the passenger's side and got Grim's seatbelt buckled for him, since he seemed to be just about on the edge of passing out, then he made his way around to the other side and dropped down into the driver's seat.

By the time he had himself buckled in and the seat adjusted he could hear Grim's quiet even breaths beside him. The guy had truly fallen asleep in such a short amount time.

It was hard to keep his eyes off the beautiful man while he drove, but he refused to put Grim at risk by allowing himself to be distracted.

He drove as if a single miniscule bump would wake his man. That made it take a bit longer to get back home, but when he finally pulled over and glanced to the side, Grim was still comfortably out cold.

The extra time had been worth it.

Quietly sliding from his seat after turning off the car and clipping the keys to his belt loop, Ian walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door.

He wanted to take a few extra minutes to simply watch his love sleep, but it was pretty cold outside and he refused to allow Grim to get sick for something so stupid.

So, he quickly got the man's seat belt undone, then leaned down and slid an arm behind his back. Following that, he lifted his free hand and gently leaned Grim's head against his shoulder. Next, he slid that hand beneath his love's legs and gingerly lifted him up.

Unfortunately, he wasn't sure how to close the door quietly with just his foot, making him wince when it made a small sound.

Thankfully, it didn't seem to disturb Grim, allowing Ian to get him inside without issue. Having the other man sleeping in his arms was a whole new feeling to him... and wasn't making it any easier to try and not fall even harder for him.

He brought his love straight to his room and got him settled, gently removing his shoes and socks, as well as his coat. He wanted to remove his shirt and pants, too, but it wasn't worth waking him.

So, after tucking him in as he was, Ian leaned down and pressed a simple kiss to his sweetheart's forehead.

"Love you sweet Chester, sleep well."

He silently made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself, wash his hands, scrub his face, then brush his teeth. A faint shuffling sound drew his attention as he was finishing rinsing his mouth, making him quickly spit out his small mouthful of water and straighten to look towards the open doorway.

His heart immediately melted at the sight of his baby standing in the doorway, rubbing at one eye as the other watched him, barely half open.

Hurrying forward, he gently settled a hand on one of Grim's elbows as the other pressed against the man's waist.

"Are you alright, sweetheart? Do you need to use the restroom?" he questioned, a little worried that his love might fall asleep if he left him where he stood.

Instead of acknowledging that he had to use the bathroom, Grim shuffled a tiny bit closer, then lifted one hand to grasp at Ian's worn shirt.

"Don't mn back do work," he mumbled sleepily, his words slurred and messy as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Ian's chest.

Back to work?

Wrapping his arms gently around his love, Ian smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Grim's messy hair.

"I'm not going back to work, sweetheart. I was just getting ready for bed," he told him in a hushed whisper, not wanting to wake his sleepy love up more than he already was.

When Grim slowly lifted his head, with great effort, and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, Ian wished that he could take a photo of him just with his eyes.

"You're ready bed?" Grim mumbled, earning a quick nod from Ian.

"Yes sir, I'm all ready for bed," he replied as he slowly began to help Grim get back to his own bed.

His love nodded and began to tug him towards his room, making Ian grin as he watched his sleepy effort. He happily followed along, then helped his love get situated again.

Except, when he tried to tuck him in, Grim nudged the blanket aside and frowned up at him.

"Are you hot? You don't want it tonight?" Ian questioned, wondering if Grim was maybe coming down with a fever, because it was relatively cool in the house right then.

Grim shook his head, then rubbed at his eye again before yawning.

So cute!

"Don go back," the guy mumbled, clearly trying his best to stay awake as he held onto a few fingers on Ian's left hand.

Ian blinked, his brow furrowing, confused.

"I-I was just going to head to bed, love. It's almost five in the morning. We both need to sleep."

Grim seemed to be trying to process his words, but evidently gave up quickly and just decided to shake his head, his eyes looking a little watery in the dim moonlight coming in through his window.

Unsure what the man wanted him to do, Ian carefully got himself situated on the edge of his love's bed. He'd never seen Grim so tired, yet still somewhat awake.

"Alright sweetheart, time to rest," he whispered quietly as he pulled Grim into his arms for a gentle hug before getting him situated again.

He considered leaving again, but Grim was still watching him, a frown on his face.

Don't frown, love...

Ian reached over and gently pressed his thumb along Grim's soft lips, the man's tongue tapping it as it reached the edge as it followed it across his lips.

Ian's heart immediately skipped in his chest as he leaned closer, his mind going fuzzy and just responding on instinct alone. He thankfully caught himself, his own lips mere inches away from his love's.

Quiet, steady breaths snap him out of his daze and had him drawing back.

You need to knock it off. If he wants to flirt and mess around when he's awake, that's fine, but don't you dare take advantage of him when he's so tired.

Continuing to mentally chastise himself, Ian stood up and headed for the door without looking back. He was just about to step through it when he heard a strange, groaning-whine that sounded like a mixture of Grim and Stevie.

Frowning, Ian looked over his shoulder.

He shouldn't have.

Grim was still lying down, nearly asleep, but now he was on his belly with his head turned to the side on his pillow, and there was one half-open eye staring at him as the man pawed at his nose with his left hand, much like Stevie did when he was nervous.

"Go to bed, love."

Grim tucked his head a little and whined again, allowing Stevie to take over a bit more to counteract his exhaustion.

Unsure of what the man wanted from him, he slowly walked back over and sat down.

Grim immediately wrapped his arms around his waist, then pressed his head against his left side.

Before he could question him, his love was asleep again.

What am I going to do with you?

Figuring that Grim, or at least Stevie, wanted him to stay, he carefully undid Grim's arms from around him and got the man settled again, then got himself situated beside him.

He'd intended to just sleep beside him, but as soon as he lied himself down, Grim began to stir again, and since he'd already grabbed for him, he figured that he might as well just hold him.

Hopefully he's not upset when he wakes up.

Of course, he'd gladly accept some annoyed words and a shove off the bed if it meant that he got to sleep with Grim in his arms, but he didn't want his love not to trust him to keep his distance when he wasn't wanted.

Fucking phone...

Grim rolled over, wrestling a bit with the constricting arms around his middle and chest.

Once he had the annoying thing against his ear, Grim reached down with his free hand to begin playing with Ian's fingers.

"Hi dad, what do you want?"

His father rarely ever called him, and when he did, it was because he needed his son to make an appearance at some event or another in order to pretend that they were some sort of close-knit family.

"I have a gala I need you to go to tonight. Make yourself available. I already spoke to Mary. She's free to be your date again."

Straight to the point, like always.

A soft purr began to resonate from behind him, drawing a grin to Grim's face as he answered.

"I'll come, but I'll bring my own date."

His father was quick to respond to that, and his tone was clearly not impressed.

"I don't want to see another one of your one-night stands and—" he paused for a moment, clearly surprised by something.

"Did you... get a cat? I thought you hated cats."

Grim's smirk stretched even further.

"I happened to find one that I couldn't say no to," he replied as he continued to gently tug on one of Ian's fingers.

"Isn't that worthless rat of yours screaming its head off because of it?" his father sneered.

Grim felt a warm puff of air against the back of his neck at the same time the fingers he'd been playing with wrapped around his hand.

"He's actually been pretty well-behaved the past few weeks. I think he likes this cat."

His father scoffed, but decided to drop the insignificant topic and return to the one he'd originally called about.

"So, tonight? I'll call Mary and have her come over to the house twenty minutes before seven?"

Grim rolled his eyes and squeezed Ian's hand.

"I'll bring someone."

Dead silence fell upon their conversation.

Grim let his father stew for a few minutes as Ian's arms tightened around him and a warm tongue began cleaning the back of his neck, the purring coming from the same entity growing in volume along with the attention.

"I'll bring someone, or I don't go," he added, not willing to negotiate. He had known Mary since they were children and she'd accompanied him to his father's events, but there was no way he could just go with her now. Not with Ian in the picture.

They might not be a thing, but neither was he and Mary, no matter how much his parent's, and Mary, wished they were.

"Last chance. I bring someone of my choosing, or I don't go at all."

His father quickly cleared his throat, then sighed deeply before finally responding.

"Fine, but they better be dressed appropriately and not get drunk off their ass this time!"

Before Grim could respond, his father hung up, clearly frustrated by his refusal to do as told.

Hmph, just be happy I'm going to come at all.

Tossing his phone on the floor, Grim rolled over. As soon as he settled again, facing his man, Ian pulled him tightly against him and turned up the volume on his purring again.

"Babe, I need to go to a party my dad is having tonight... come with me?" he asked as he slid his fingers into Ian's soft hair.

He thought that Ian would reply affirmatively right away, but when the man hesitated, Grim leaned away a little and reached around to nudge at Ian's chin to get him to look up and meet his eyes.

"Come with me?" he asked again, surprised that he needed to even repeat himself. He never thought Ian would hesitate replying yes to any request he made of him.

The man snuggled in a little closer and tucked his face against Grim's chest.

"I-I'll go," he eventually whispered.

Grim was about to press a kiss to his head and praise him, but before he could, he was gently moved overtop Ian as the man rearranged their positions.

Perverted brat.

Ian had tugged him overtop his body, spreading his legs right before he was settled.

"You want me to fuck you, babe?" he questioned, even though he knew the obvious answer.

Ian knew that he knew, too, because instead of answering verbally, he simply reached up and wrapped his arms around Grim's neck and tugged him down for a deep kiss.

Think you're gonna take control while lying in my own bed, hmm?

Grim was about to lean back and pin the guy down for a stern talking-to, but Ian's tongue quickly convinced him to wait a little longer before reacting.

He shouldn't have.

By the time his mind finally caught up to his body, his pants, which he'd fallen asleep in, were halfway to his ankles and his boxers were dangerously close to joining them!

There was also a hot hand painfully grasping one of his ass cheeks and something hard pressing against his own uncomfortable length.

As he tried to catch his breath and keep his mind somewhat clear, he saw Ian try to lean up and seal his lips again. Thankfully, he was able to focus now and quickly narrowed his eyes, making Ian immediately frown but drop his head back down to the pillow.

He soon tilted his head to the side and back slightly, though, revealing a neck that looked far too inviting. Grim's mouth began to water, but he forced himself to avert his eyes. That gave him the strength to calm himself further and, eventually, he was able to force himself to roll off Ian, then get out of bed.

"S-sorry, I..." Ian began, but then allowed his words to drift off into silence.

Grim ran a hand down his face and tugged his pants and boxers up to a reasonable height, but instead of walking off to go shower, since it was already close to one in the afternoon, he slowly turned around and stepped back up to the bed.

Ian was now sitting on the edge, putting Grim nearly between his legs.

In silence, they meet each other's eyes before Grim slowly lowered his own to look over the man's now well-muscled body. His eyes soon narrowed on the space between Ian's legs. No matter how much he thought about it, and how much Ian seemed to enjoy it, he couldn't stomach the thought of having the man's dick between his lips. He could, however, maybe...

Slowly reaching forward and down, Grim pressed his fingers against Ian's warm abs. His shirt had mysteriously gone missing at some point during their bout of kissing, leaving him with a perfect view of his previous hard work.

He'd been a cute, nervous young guy when they'd first met in person, but now, after a good while on a strict, healthy diet and a good amount of working out, he was now quite a handsome man.

Someone is going to fall all over themselves to get to you one day.

It was just a simple fact.

However, that day wasn't today. Today, Ian was staring up at him, having clearly expressed his wish to give attention and receive it.

You mess with him and lead him on so much, and you practically dragged him into your bed last night even though you've been trying to distance yourself a little. You can't be mad when he tries to offer himself to you the next morning.

With those thoughts in mind, Grim slowly got on his knees, then grasped the edge of Ian's disheveled boxers and tugged them down just enough. He couldn't wrap his mouth around him, but he found that he had little problem grabbing his impressive length with both hands and beginning to kneed it gently.

The hand job soon had Ian moaning and panting, and while he figured that he'd try to hold himself back and revel in the physical attention he was getting from his love, he was unsurprised when Ian orgasmed a mere minute after he first touched him.

He watched the man's full response to the sensations he'd worked up within him, then finally leaned back on his heels and wiped his hands on his pants as Ian fell back on his bed, his chest still rising and falling quickly with his hastened breaths.

Standing up a moment later, Grim looked over the partially naked, sated man in his bed.

When Ian opened his eyes again a few seconds later and noticed that Grim was watching him, he immediately nudged off his pants and boxers the rest of the way, then spread his legs and tilted his head to the side. He was offering himself again.

He though that he might not be the happiest with a naked male spreading their legs for him on his bed, but Grim found that he really didn't mind the display. Especially since it was rather submissive, but while he was slightly turned on by it, he had no interest in accepting.

He wasn't sure why he got turned on by the guy, yet had no interest in going all the way. If he was aroused by him, then he should want to do it with him, too, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't see himself topping Ian.

Reaching up, he mussed up his hair and huffed out a breath in frustration, then turned and stalked away, needing a cold shower.