Gray came into a dead house. No happy chef. No delicious treats. Nothing but him in an empty kitchen.

Walking back to the bedroom, he found John, already asleep and facing the far wall. There was no doubt that John would awake at the sound of Gray coming in, but he wasn't moving and wasn't giving Gray any sign of interest.

It had taken a few hours to go over everything as precisely as Gray had wanted. The spot between his shoulder blades now ached as he pulled off his jacket. He quickly changed into his sleep ware and climbed into bed, cracking his back several times as he went.

Their bed wasn't anything extraordinary. Tonight though, it was everything Gray needed. Firm enough his back started to ease into its correct spots yet soft enough he could easily fall asleep. Even warm, from his distant partner. Taking in a deep breath, he held onto it for a few seconds before letting it quietly ease out. The body beside him began twisting.

"How did it go with Derek?" John asked.

"Um," Gray shifted uneasily. The dismal layers of data he had sorted through had left him sapped and mentally weary. Then the empty house had depressed him further than he had thought it would. As soon as the name was mentioned though, his arousal came rushing back.

"It was alright." With one glance towards John, he knew he had been caught. The green eyes in front of him squinted slightly with amusement. Even in the dim light of the room, John's bemused smile was peeking through his tired appearance.

"Do you think he's our ticket in?"

"Yeah," Gray nodded, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His chest hammered as flashes of the afternoon played in front of him. No doubt John could sense the rush of adrenaline coursing through his body. It wasn't just the shock at realizing just how bad he had wanted to join the men, but the thrill of possibly being invited. Images of skin on skin taunted him, reminding him of what he had left behind.

Before they continued, Gray had to backtrack. "I'm sorry about earlier, I'm just..." he paused, nothing seemed to fit what he was feeling exactly, so he had to admit John was right. "I'm just stressed."

"Huh..."

Gray opened his eyes to see John's lower lip poke out.

"That's funny, I wonder who said that before."

"Oh, I know, I know," Gray groaned, though mimicking John's smile, had to laugh. "That's why I said sorry."

John didn't respond, just simply leaned over to give their normal good night kiss.

Gray returned the kiss, going through the motion of their relationship. Gently his hand slipped up, betraying him slightly as he caught John before he could pull away. Tracing it lightly over John's face only for a second, he pulled back with a slight smile he couldn't contain. It was the first night he hadn't simply wished 'good night' and rolled away.

John returned the smile and leaned in again. Despite the relationship being fake, his partner had admitted to enjoying kissing him. So if they were both enjoying it, they should be able to seek a little stress release at night together. Besides, Gray's lust had to be obviously real to someone like John.

As each kiss became more passionate, Gray thought about all the signals he could be sending. Surely there was the increased heart rate and body heat. But what if there was also a smell? A pheromone of some sort only John could pick up on. Gray focused on the sound of John inhaling. With each inhale through his nose, Gray saw a stream of lust deeply filling John's chest. And with each break of their lips, Gray saw the stream flowing over the sensitive tongue and giving John the delicious taste of desire.

Though he knew he couldn't taste it himself, Gray eagerly took the next kiss as an opportunity to try. Their tongues had met before, but never like this. There was a need evidently growing in each man. Hands began grasping each other, grazing over cheeks, burrowing into hair, or grabbing at shirts. Without a word, things had progressed so far because of what John had read off of Gray. The simplicity of it excited Gray, he hadn't needed to do anything and John was delivering what he needed.

Slowly the body beside him started moving on top of him. The amount of weight was strange to him, normally if anyone was on top of him they were much lighter than him. But John's weight held him down and grounded him where he was. Leaning forward he followed the kiss only for a second before the lips left him to explore his neck. The tip of John's tongue traveled up the side of his neck, pulling a long moan out with it. Then, as if he had asked for it, John again gave him what he wanted. With another long pass of his tongue, John dropped his hips into Gray's. They savored the feel of each other, grinding slowly under the sheets.

Fingers tickled slightly at the edge of Gray's shirt before they slipped under. The touch was gentle and traveled up his side. Taking another deep breath in, he let his head sink back into the pillow. This was everything he needed right now. To let someone else guide how far they would go. He could forget about all the decisions he had to make, forget about the mission and what was at stake, forget about his real life.

The hand paused halfway up his ribs and very deliberately the last two fingers gave two squeezes before the pointer gave one. Gray's blood ran cold and he froze, his stomach instantly knotting at the thought of what he had done. Reflexively his pinky bounced twice to tell John they were not being watched. The other man stopped as well, though less dramatically. Giving one last kiss, he propped himself over Gray with one arm and pulled the other one from the shirt.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," in such a panic he slipped back into English. He took a shaking breath and locked eyes with John, "I should have said something. I just...I guess I got..." An eyebrow rose in either confusion or amusement at Gray's fluster. He didn't know how to explain it. Partly because there was nothing he could explain that would make anything better. Of course, John had gone along with his advances, he had to. It was still just an act and John was doing his part. No real lust had to be involved.

Leaning in again, John gave a gentle kiss to remind Gray of where they were. There was always that chance that they were being watched and they still had to act like two partners in bed. Quickly, he settled his excuse in behavior on something silly like bad gas and gave a sheepish smile.

"Sorry I had a lot of beans with dinner," he murmured as John pulled back. Even those potentially watching wouldn't know what they were saying, but it was still possibly the worst lie he ever concocted.

Laughing he replied, "So can I still get you for dessert?" The laugh eased Gray a bit and he smiled back before John leaned in again. He was going to keep the kisses quick and simple, but this time it was John that lingered. The weight shifted on him again, drawing attention to the fact they were both still aroused. Leaning back on his heels, John lifted his shirt over his head. Taking the air right out of Gray's own chest as he eyed the muscular one in front of him. Without thinking, he reached forward and ran his hand from the top of the shorts up over the abs and around the side. Grabbing the hip in front of him and sitting up, Gray locked eyes with John just as he was licking his lips. The movement was subtle, but arousing as hell. He hadn't been wrong after all.

His breath quickly returned to its ragged state and his other hand shot up to pull John's head down to meet his. If he thought John was being forward before, he was sorely mistaken. Now the kisses were coming harder, needier. They began grabbing at each other again, holding each other tightly. John broke the kiss, reaching down for Gray's pants. With a quick glance between the two bulges pressed into each other, Gray bit his lip. It was really happening. Reaching up before John's fingers even pressed into his waist, he threw off his shirt and laid back down.

John easily lifted Gray's hips from the bed, pulling the pants down and throwing them to the ground. His eyebrow flickered just a bit as he looked up Gray's body to meet his gaze.

"Wha..." Gray began, but John cut him off, drawing Gray's hard member fully into his mouth. Gray was barely able to whisper a quick curse before shuttering out a moan. Everything seemed to clench, his toes curled, his hands grasped the sheets, even his eyes wanted to roll backward. The head dipped down several more times, drawing him closer and closer each time. He wanted to reach forward and tell him to stop, tell him to let him cool down and cum later, but he didn't have the self-control and it felt too good.

John did though and pulled back with a loud pop. His smile was bright and his eyes were lit with desire.

"Still just an act?" He asked with a smirk before drawing his tongue from the base of Gray's shaft up and over the tip. Gray chuckled barely holding himself together. A light pressure gave him a jump and he looked down at the man still kissing his cock. The finger worked its way back over his anus again and he arched his back in response. The men had given him a new perspective on the idea. Spreading his legs wider, he let John take the lead. He closed his eyes and let his body weight sink fully into the mattress. A hand slipped by his head and back down where it clicked open a bottle. The lube had probably been there all along, stashed between them, waiting. It was warmer than he thought it would be thanks to John's warm hands.

Between his desire to experience what those men had, and his pleasure at what the tongue was doing to him, he was able to quickly accept John's finger. So John moved on to two. Sucking in air, he jumped at the pain this one brought on. Reflectively John went to pull back. But the pain meant there was an additional finger, it meant they were closer and it thrilled him. Grabbing the hand under his ass he pushed it back in further. Even more pain shot through him, but now he had to accept it was also the pain that aroused him.

The tip of a third finger rubbed his opening and he quickly nodded his head. His rapid breaths were temporarily interrupted by a stifled cry. It wasn't enough though and he began rocking on the hand. Suddenly the fingers ripped out of him. Gasping he looked down at John, dismayed at the sudden rejection. He had pushed him too far, even someone like John wasn't into this.

Again, he was wrong. John's chest was rising and falling with each excited breath. He appeared to be running something over in his head as he watched Gray. In that short amount of time, his pleasant almost mischievous face had turned dominant and hard. Gray had only seen this side of him a few times before, and never like this. He wanted to dominate Gray. Maybe hurt him. Maybe tie him down. The images flashed before Gray's eyes and he felt himself growing even harder. Having control was exhausting, he was always perfectly in control, planned in every action, and now he would be totally free of all that.

John took a deep breath, closing his eyes with a satisfied smile. Gray was right, he did smell like arousal. A hand was instantly at his side, throwing him onto his stomach. Placing his hands on the bed, he went to push up and get on all fours before being shoved back down. The hand pushed in the center of his back, while the other spread him apart. The feeling of a tongue delighted him and disappointed him at the same time. Till it began to work its way inside. It was hard to tell but seemed thicker and longer than it should have been. Arching into it, he squirmed against the bed.

Then this too was ripped away. The cool air on his back gave him the signal this was his chance to get on his knees.

"Put your hands on the headboard," John said into his ear. Grinning, he did exactly as he was told. As he was told. He was never told to do anything anymore. People were always asking him about what they should do. Just as his hands gripped the rail in front of him, they were brought side by side and tied with a belt. Pulling against the rail he found he was actually tied pretty tight. Really, he had given up all the control he had now.

Hands gripped his waist, and he sucked air in between clenched teeth. Just as he felt the tip line up, John paused.

"Just say stop and I will."

Dropping his head between his shoulders he smiled to himself at the ever good-natured friend.

"I know." He paused and took a second to spread his knees further. "I trust you." And John was in. It was sudden and slightly painful, just like he wanted. Gripping the headboard, he gritted his teeth and let out a moan. But John didn't stop. He was going full speed, slamming into Gray with enough forced to shake the bed.

No wonder those men had looked so lost in pleasure. Moaning even louder he looked back at the bodies meeting with such force. His mouth fell open with a deep breath and he looked up to meet John's eyes. A smile flickered in the corner of John's mouth, then his too fell open as he watched Gray cum. John only slowed slightly to let his partner recover. The belt pulled on Gray's hands as he let his body sag between the headboard restraints and John's body. A hand wrapped around him, grazing lightly over his still pulsing cock before cupping up his balls. Jerking back into John the best he could, he cried out. But his hands were tied and he was now trapped.

"Sensitive," he cried, trying in vain to pull away from the stroking hand.

"I know," John whispered into his ear. He sounded like he was loving being in control and Gray stopped struggling, happily resigning himself to the pain. Reaching forward, John pulled at the restraints and released Gray from the headboard. But before he could really pull his hands away, John caught one hand in the belt and pulled it back. Gray's body was forced flat against John's. Another hand was placed on his hip, and changing his angle John began to rock against him again. Crying out he felt his eyes moisten slightly at this new sensitive feeling. It felt great and yet overwhelming. He had never cried during or after sex, but tears of this kind were totally new in all regards.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he leaned his head back on John's shoulder.

"Cum for me again," John commanded.

"I can't," he stammered. Though just thinking about it made him realize the pleasure was still building.

"Cum for me."

"I ... I," was all he got out. John was incredible and with each thrust, he felt that sensitive flare. And it built painfully higher. Gritting his teeth he hollered as he came again. John let go of him, pushing him down at the waist and thrust one last time inside. Buried deep inside, he could feel John's body pulse against his. For several seconds they stayed like that, John letting his forearms rest on Gray's back. Sliding out, John reached a leg to the floor, staggering back slightly as he tried to stand. They were still catching their breath as they looked at each other before they both smiled and shook their heads.

"So, what exactly happened tonight?" John asked, walking back over to offer Gray a hand off the bed.

He laughed, not at all thinking of his back, and pulled John in for a kiss. "We got our way in."