Breath caught with the movement, Grey watched him with dark eyes, even as he reached between them, moving just as quickly, a hand wrapping around them both, stroking them both hard.

Always rushed, always fumbling, always dark. All those things. Here, the bed is softer, the air cleaner. The need, though, yes. The need hasn't changed at all.

Take it, Grey's expression said. Take him. He canted his chin up, a leg hooking around Curtis's hip. Take it. He nudged Curtis's erection down.