Archive of Our Own

A bright light illuminated the corner of Grayson’s otherwise pitch-black bedroom, his phone buzzing on his nightstand. He begrudgingly rolled over, reaching over for it as his eyes squinted in its direction. It didn’t come as a surprise to see a certain blonde’s face beside the message on his screen. Smiling at the notification, the farmer’s eyes flickered over to the time on his screen– 2:57 AM.

While, yes, it was late, he wasn’t all that surprised to see the blonde texting him. After all, they’d gotten into the groove of staying up way too late chatting.

Phone buzzing with another text, Grayson couldn’t help but chuckle, finding it to be another text from the blonde.

Yoba, he thought to himself, swiping up and opening the texts.

Grayson smirked as he read the texts, shifting to lie on his back to text back. Ever since moving to the valley, he had fallen out of most of his smoking habits. It wasn’t necessarily impossible to get your hands on weed, but getting a plug down to the valley was a nuisance and incredibly expensive. Not to mention that due to the older population of the town, it was difficult to get back into it without fervent judgment.

It was late, and he was exhausted. But the proposal was tempting.

As soon as the reply was sent, it was quickly marked as read by Sam, who began typing barely a second later.

There was a pause. And then a few more messages.

A laugh filled the dark room as Grayson sat up, grinning wide at the blonde’s adamance. There was no way for him to say no to him at this point, so with a sigh of defeat, he relented.

With a thumbs up in response, Grayson groggily lifted himself up in his bed. Tossing his phone to the side, he stretched before heading over to his closet.

Sure, Sam wasn’t going to judge him looking like he had just woken up, especially when that’s essentially what happened. But looking at his reflection in the mirror across the room, it most definitely wouldn't hurt to look decent.

Grayson reached over for his red bomber jacket, along with a black beanie, tossing both atop the tank top and flannel pajama pants he already had on.

Heading to the bathroom, he studied his reflection once more. Reaching a hand up to his face, Grayson noticed the light, rosy tint staining them, undeniably from the blonde and his antics. It felt stupid to be this giddy, but at the same time, it was exciting.

Grayson bent over the sink, running his hands under the water to quickly rinse his face. As he did, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander further into his time with Sam.

After moving into town over half a year ago, the two of them quickly became friends. When they could, they goofed around town or the farm to unwind from their otherwise busy schedules. While their bustling day-to-day made their time feel far more enjoyable though, at the end of the day it was the reason they struggled to find time to hang out in the first place. And whenever they found time, it was always fleeting.

Deep in thought, Grayson couldn’t help but recall a specific memory of the blonde.

It was a picturesque summer day in town, Sam almost crashing into Grayson while speeding around on his skateboard. After checking if the farmer was okay, Sam took it upon himself to teach the farmer how to skate. Progress started slow, but it was something.

Towards the end of the day, the farmer was cruising at a fair pace, Sam speed walking along and praising him. The blonde remained on edge, prepared to reach and catch the farmer in case he fell. In his worry, he slipped and bumped into the board, causing the farmer to trip forward. In a panic, Sam reached to try and save him, only to end up on the cobblestone next to him. They lay there, faces just a few inches away from each other with Sam’s arms loosely holding Grayson. The blonde couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter, leaning his head forward against Grayson’s then-pounding chest.

Grayson splashed his face with the coldest water he could, noticing in his reflection that his blush only intensified. Deep down, this crush of his bothered him. The farmer constantly found himself reading into every little thing Sam did with and for him, trying to decipher whether or not it was just him being himself, or something more. Hell, he didn’t even know if Sam was into guys.

With the risk of losing his closest friend in the valley, Grayson opted to keep his crush to himself.

Shutting the bathroom lights off, he walked out of the bathroom and made his way to the porch. He leaned forward on the wooden railing, gaze adjusting to the darkness of the land in front of him. The farm was peacefully quiet, save for the ambient buzz of the porch light, song of distant crickets, and… wheels?

Grayson squinted his eyes towards the stone path towards the Southern entrance to his farm. As the noise came closer, he recognized the sound of a skateboard, blond hair, and a goofy grin coming into view. The farmer waved, prompting Sam to wave back, grin widening.

Sam took a seat on the top step of the farmer’s porch, waiting as he went inside to grab a few things. He shivered, having forgotten to bring a jacket before sneaking out. The cold autumn midnight pricked at his skin, but he willed himself to stay put for at least a few hours. Steps eventually creaked on the porch behind him, Grayson taking a seat on the other end of the step as he set down a tray with papers, a lighter, and a grinder. Sam reached over to place the pouch of weed he got, which Grayson picked up to look through.

“Damn, this stuff looks pretty good,” the farmer said as looked up, Sam beaming and replying with a snark ‘you’re welcome.’ “Here, why don’t you pick some out while I set up.”

The look of accomplishment on Sam’s face was replaced by a look of nervousness as the tray and bag were passed in his direction. He searched the bag with a slew of ‘ums’ and ‘hmms,’ settling on a small, dry chunk that seemed to almost crumble in his fingertips. “This one seems good, yeah?”

Grayson looked at Sam’s face, astonished. His jaw fell slightly agape as he looked at the bud, then back at his face.

“...you don’t know what you’re doing, do you?”

There was an awkward pause, the two of them looking at each other with vastly different expressions, Grayson’s still shocked while Sam attempted to maintain his composure. The blonde promptly flushed, hiding his face in his free hand as he began to laugh.

“Shit, is it that obvious?”

Grayson’s mouth gradually curved up into a grin, a laugh slowly starting to escape him as he continued staring at the blonde. He grabbed the bag and sifted through it again before looking back up at the nugget that Sam had now set down on the tray. “Dude, yeah, you managed to somehow pick the worst shit in here.”

As a wheeze escaped the howling blonde, the farmer couldn’t help but begin laughing with the same vigor, keeling forward.

In between tear-jerking snorts, the farmer was eventually able to compose himself enough to speak. “Why’d you even buy this if you’ve never smoked?”

The blonde wiped a tear from his eyes, his laughing fit just nearly dissipated. “Just because I’ve never smoked before doesn’t mean I don’t wanna try!” His hands meanwhile nervously fidgeted down below, turning his focus to them as he calmed down. “...and besides, you mentioned that you smoked before, and figured you’d maybe wanna… do it with me.”

Grayson leaned forward over the tray, watching the blonde’s uncharacteristic sheepishness with his own face of fluster. “Well, you got that part right at least,” he teased, looking back at Sam with a grin before grabbing some better flower.

The farmer walked him through the process of rolling a joint– grinding the bud, setting down just the right amount, etc. Sam watched as the farmer worked effortlessly, seemingly focused more on looking at him than on the impromptu lesson. He intently focused on the coordination of his hands over his actions, the occasional clink of his rings filling in the gaps of silence. Cleanly rolling the paper, he lifted the nearly finished joint up to his lips with an edge left still standing.

“To seal it off, you gotta lick the edge so that it sticks.” He continued before sticking his tongue out and dragging it across the edge, proceeding to seal it with a swipe of his thumb. Setting down the finished roll on the tray, he turned his focus onto Sam with a proud grin. “And that’s how it’s done!”

Sam’s eyes drifted between the farmer’s lips and the joint, utterly speechless from what wasn’t a shameless display by any means. His jaw hung slightly agape, bewildered by how hot he found that process to be. Or perhaps he thought so just because it was the farmer. Either way, watching him handle the joint had his mind wandering to places it shouldn’t be right now.

“...you get that all, dude?”

He zoned back in, sitting up stiff and only flustering more.

“Yup!” His voice came out a pitch higher, strained in an attempt to keep some semblance of his dignity.

“Great,” Grayson responded enthusiastically, oblivious to Sam’s red face. He eagerly reached for the lighter, passing it over to the blonde. “Wanna do the honors?”

Clearing his throat, Sam quickly composed himself as he grabbed the lighter.

“My pleasure.”

He flicked it on with a satisfying click, summoning a flame under the joint. It warped and hugged around the edge of the paper, singeing it and allowing the smoke of herb to seep into the air.

Sam looked back at the farmer, slightly nervous. He knew he wouldn’t be judged for backing out, but chickening out in front of Grayson was the last thing he wanted to do. His eyes flickered from the farmer’s own gaze on him to the joint in his hand, trying to figure out how badly he’d been wanting to try this and whether or not it was worth looking cool.

“Hey,” Grayson spoke, breaking the silence as he reached out to place a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “You really don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable”

With a pause, the blonde looked at the joint in his hand, then over to the farmer. “I’m fine, really,” Sam sighed, turning to lean his back against the wooden post behind him. “Just– uhh, don’t make fun of me if I start coughing like hell?”

Receiving a humored nod in response, the blonde took a deep breath before bringing the joint up to his mouth. The image of the farmer sealing the paper flashed in his mind as his lips made contact. And in an attempt to block the thought out, he quickly sucked in. In a matter of seconds, the smoke breached into him. The taste was jarring, and the feeling was worse. Sam’s cheeks puffed as he leaned forward and coughed, a puff of smoke clouding from his mouth.

Grayson reached forward with a jump, placing a hand on the blonde’s back. “You alright?” He grabbed the tray and pushed it over to the side, scooting over closer to Sam. With his free hand, the farmer grabbed the joint, while the other drifted down to pat between his shoulders.

Sam rolled his head back against the post to do so and collect himself, per the farmer’s advice. “Shit, sorry, sorry. It was way stronger than I thought it’d be.” He laughed awkwardly, still a little dazed.

“You’re fine, always happens the first time,” Grayson replied, patting the blonde’s shoulder before taking a hit of the joint himself. He inhaled and let the smoke fill his mouth before pulling it away. Letting it linger for a moment, his fingers played with the joint as he re-accustomed himself to the sensation. A second later, he blew the smoke out, the plume smoothly drifting off into the night. He cleared his throat, evidently a bit surprised by how strong his hit was.

“Oh good, so it isn’t just me,” Sam joked, watching the smoke fade away. He had to avert his gaze as the farmer brought the joint to his lips. Something about watching him smoke was just as attractive as when he crafted the joint– which was annoying because neither should’ve been as hot as they were. And yet here he was, blushing like crazy over it. “Here, let me try again.”

Passing the joint over, Grayson planted his hands onto the deck behind him and leaned back as he carefully watched the blonde. He seemed to almost be emulating what the farmer had done, down to the way he fidgeted after his drag. His technique was endearing, but most importantly improved, Sam coughing only after he had blown out the smoke.

Thankfully, he just coughed for a few seconds, leaning back once and breathing deeply once more. “Dude, I think this shit’s too strong for me… should’ve gotten something weaker.”

“We’ll keep that in mind for next time, then,” the farmer replied, chuckling as the blonde lazily passed the joint over. With a grin, he reached forward to offer a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. “You did good though!”

Sam opted to sit back and watch the farmer take a couple more hits. They both sat in a sort of comfortable silence, Grayson filling the air with the warm vapor. The blonde managed to keep his cool and desensitize himself to the sight of the farmer smoking. Just a bit though, given the light wash of pink across his face.

A quick, frigid wind brought the blonde back to Earth, a shiver riding his spine. In an effort to keep himself warm, he brought his knees up to his chest, crossing his arms on top and rubbing his biceps to create friction. His efforts proved futile, however, now resting his chin on his forearms in defeat.

Grayson saw the blonde shiver once more in his peripheral, instantly becoming aware that he had just been sitting out in what he seemed to ‘go to bed in.’ He was clad in just a band shirt and pajama pants, the crocs on his feet not working in his favor. He wordlessly took his jacket off, handing it over to a cold and now confused Sam. “Sorry, shoulda offered sooner.”

Sam, much to his chagrin, began to fluster once more, reluctantly taking the jacket before putting it on with a quiet ‘thanks’ in return. He crossed his arms and tucked his hands under the jacket, sighing as he settled down with a bit more ease. He hated to think about it, but it really smelled like the farmer– dregs of his cologne, his morning coffee, a bit of sweat. It was a little oversized on him, but it was incredibly comfortable, not to mention that it still held some of the farmer’s body heat.

They sat like this for a while, with nothing but occasional, idle chatter There seemed to be a shared tiredness and comfort between them. Like kids at a sleepover, who’d stayed up far too late talking to distract themselves from their fatigue.

While Sam remained sober, the farmer noticeably became more aloof, cracking more obscure jokes or saying whatever odd thoughts crossed his mind. The farmer’s laughs, and perhaps secondhand smoke, kept Sam up, who eventually even mirrored his odd humor and energy.

“Hey, I got an idea,” the farmer said, glancing at Sam, who had sunk into his jacket. A snicker escaped him as he watched the blonde sit up in embarrassment. He cleared his throat before responding with feigned coolness in his voice. “Well, I was thinking about how I could get this to be a lil less strong for you, and I’ve got a way. But it’s kinda… intimate.”

“Sooo… what do you mean by intimate?” Sam asked, a bit nervous. As the two had been sitting, he couldn’t help but let his embarrassment from earlier fester. He tried his hardest to keep himself together. But given the way Grayson was now looking at him with, eyes gazing at him ever so gently, a soft pink and half-lidded, it wouldn’t take much at this point for his facade to crumble.

“You heard of shotgunning?” The farmer asked, turning his body to face Sam a bit more.

“Like with a beer?”

“No, no,” Grayson laughed, shaking his head. “I pretty much take a hit like normal, but instead of just blowing it out…” There was a pause, Sam waiting while the farmer began to audibly fluster. Grayson muttered a curse, chuckling in embarrassment before continuing. “Instead of just blowing it out, I’d get up real close and blow into your mouth.”

The following silence was near deafening, Sam looking at the farmer in bewilderment as if he had misheard. There was a strong tension that seemed to hang over them, threatening to crash if their balance ever so slightly tilted. Grayson looked at Sam, before turning to avoid his burning gaze.

“Shit,” Grayson finally said, awkwardly laughing. “Sorry, sorry, I know it’s out there. Just figured it might be an option, but you really don’t–”

“Fuck it, let’s do it,” Sam managed to interject, much to both of their surprise. Grayson quickly turned to look back at the blonde, eyes wide– or as wide as they could be. Perhaps Sam’s facade had fallen apart, floodgates opening with a wave of renewed confidence. Or, maybe, the secondhand smoke had gotten to him.

“Alright,” the farmer laughed, scooting over towards Sam and planting his hand on deck, right behind the blonde. The blonde leaned in close as well, the duo shoulder to shoulder, side to side on the porch stairs.

Joint in hand, Grayson brought the joint up to his lips, inhaling and filling his mouth with smoke. Hand dropping down from his lips, he moved to close the distance between him and the blonde, ready to pass the drag on.

Sam gripped the edge of the step he was sitting on, bracing himself as the farmer brought his face closer, hovering just a hair between them. Every breath he took brushed against his cheeks, the feeling fluttering him further. Unsure of what to do, he shut his eyes, bottom lip hanging just slightly agape as he awaited the pass.

Watching the blonde’s nervousness, Grayson felt a laugh rise up his body to his lungs. Suddenly, he keeled over to his side, coughing a fit and prompting the blonde’s attention and concern.

“Sorry, sorry, I can’t look at you while I do this,” Grayson finally said with an awkward laugh. The blonde looked a bit confused, more embarrassed than anything, pushing the farmer to hurriedly elaborate. “Not in a bad way– You actually look pretty good right now!”

Realizing what he had just said, Grayson quickly began backtracking himself into a deeper hole, growing more flustered and embarrassed. He rambled on, worsening the situation for himself.

“Not to say that you don’t always look good– I mean, fuck, not that I think about it often. Or ever!”

A snort interrupted the farmer’s monologue, Sam reaching to gently grab his shoulder. “Gray,” he said in between laughs as he pulled the flustered farmer close. “You’re fine, you can say I’m hot.” His voice was sarcastic, yet charming, with a hint of something more. So obnoxious. So enticing. So him.

Looking at the blonde’s smug grin, Grayson couldn't help but laugh back, rolling his eyes as he settled down. “Fine, fine, whatever, you’re hot,” he admitted, voice dropping a bit as he teased. Sam only smirked wider in response, earning an eye roll before the farmer reached a hand forward. “But, y’know, you’d be a lot hotter if you just…”

Sam’s shit-eating grin immediately dropped into one of fluster as the farmer’s calloused fingers brushed against his face. With a nervous gulp, he looked towards the thumb drifting over to his chin, gently coaxing his mouth open.

“There you go,” the farmer finished, looking down coyly. His voice suddenly felt heavier, more subdued as every word ghosted over his lips.

Grayson turned to take another riff off of the joint before bringing his face up close to Sam’s. His free hand absent-mindedly stayed on the blonde’s face, thumb pressing against his chin idly.

Sam couldn’t help but stare at the farmer, sitting patiently as his eyes followed every move he made carefully. Without restraint, Sam watched the way the farmer’s lips parted for the joint, cheeks hollowing ever so slightly to inhale, eyelashes fluttering into a blink, warm brown eyes flickering over in his direction.

Grayson leaned in, mouth barely even an inch away from Sam’s as his lips parted. He blew the smoke directly into his mouth, eyes watching the blonde carefully for his reaction.

The blonde’s lips trembled as he closed his mouth, allowing the smoke to sit for a bit. Much to his surprise, and great pleasure, the smoke felt– just enough for him to exhale without the coughing fit, and feel the buzz without greening out.

The farmer leaned back, hand lingering on Sam’s face for maybe a moment too long before he had the sense to let go.

“...y’know, that might’ve been the hottest thing you’ve done all night,” Sam finally said, voice quiet. He felt his cheeks flush and buzz from the high– a figurative, and growingly literal one. Swallowing more of his pride, he glanced back up at Grayson, swallowing a bit more of his pride as he opened his mouth. “Do it again.”

A wide grin plastering itself on Grayson’s increasingly blushing cheeks was the only response he got before the farmer took another hit, leaning in to pass it on once more.

“Have I done anything else hot tonight?” Grayson asked, pulling back, feeling almost dazed by the blonde’s admission.

Cheeks puffing as he attempted to hold back a choked laugh, Sam blew a cloud away from the farmer’s face before facing him with a grin. “Fuck, what hasn’t been hot?”

The farmer sneered a bit, a laugh sneaking out of him. “I didn’t think anything I’ve done tonight has been remotely attractive. You’re gonna have to help me out here.”

“Pfft– I can name a handful of things you’ve done tonight that have been driving me crazy for, like, the last hour.”

“Really? Like what?” Snickering, Grayson brings the joint up to his lips once more, curiosity piqued and amused.

Sam thought to himself for a moment, gaze flickering away from the farmer and towards the cobblestone path at the bottom of the stairs. He thought to himself for a moment, before relenting.

“I mean, you still had your bed voice when I got here earlier, that was pretty hot,” the blonde started, earning a laugh from the farmer. “Watching you roll the joint was also something… what else– oh! Oh, Yoba, you sealing it right after drove me crazy.”
Sam continued rambling, listing off even the smallest things the farmer would’ve never thought of. The way he tilted his head back after taking a riff. The way his hands fidgeted and rings clicked. The way he wrapped the blonde up in his jacket. Hell, even the way his jacket smelled.

“Yoba, you’re such a fucking simp,” Grayson finally managed to retort, covering his blushing face with both of his hands as he laughed.

Sam rolled his eyes, joining in the laughter as he scooted in close, reaching over to wrap his arm around the farmer’s back. He leaned in, voice soft and laced with herb.

“...I’m not the only one, am I?”

Grayson turned to look over at the blonde, caught off guard. His gaze flickered between the blonde’s already pink eyes and his lips, curving up into a grin.

He couldn’t help but smirk back, bringing the joint up to his lips once more.

“Why would you wanna know, blondie?” He asked coyly before taking yet another hit of the joint, reaching his free hand over onto the blonde’s chin, who eagerly obliged and parted his lips.

Taking the pass, Sam took it in before blowing it out to the side after a few moments. He turned back to the farmer. Back to the minuscule distance between their lips. He glanced back up at the taller farmer, pushing his buttons a bit further.

“Y’know, just wonderin’,” He replied, coyly and cleverly annoying as ever. His grin widened, watching Grayson’s brow furrow from his charades.

“Yoba, you’re an ass.” The farmer eventually replied, frustrated by the blonde’s antics, whose half-lidded eyes seemed to twinkle in his victory.

He brought his hand back up to the blonde’s face, though instead of pressing his thumb against his chin once more, he cupped his face, Sam’s cheek flush against the palm of his hand.

“I could kiss you right now.”

A laugh filled the space between the two of them as Sam reached his own hand forward, placing it on the farmer’s shoulder.

“Dude, I don’t know how to make it more obvious that I wanna kiss you too.”

Grayson’s face dropped for a moment, a bit embarrassed as he returned the laugh, leaning his head forward against the blonde’s. “Damn it– sorry, sorry, bare with me. I’m high as hell.”

Sam couldn’t help but let out another laugh, leaning in against the farmer.

“Figured. It’s fine,” he replied. His hand carefully lifted off the farmer’s shoulder, tracing up his neck before landing on his jawline. The dregs of his laughter washed away as his eyes landed on the farmer’s gentle, needy expression. The blonde’s thumb gently brushed against his cheek. “You were worth the wait.”

Grinning hard, Grayson leaned in, lips barely even an inch away from Sam’s as his lips parted, before leaning in closer and closing the distance.

His lips pressed against the blonde’s, whose smile only seemed to widen as they kissed. They both shifted as close as possible to each other, the farmer wrapping his free arm around the blonde to tug him close.

Sam reciprocated the action, his arm on the farmer’s tugging him closer. He eagerly tilted his head, allowing their lips to interlock, kissing ever so gently.

They remained like this for a moment, Grayson's grin lifting off of Sam’s far too soon for either of them.

The farmer looked down into the blonde’s half-lidded eyes, who quietly whispered.

“Come back.”

With a flick of his hand, Grayson tossed the joint onto the rolling tray behind him, oblivious to his near miss as he dove back in. Their lips collided and locked, the kiss suddenly much deeper and desperate. The farmer traced his rough fingers along the blonde’s jaw and neck, the skin warm and hot to the touch. Meanwhile, Sam’s hands found themselves tangled in the farmer’s hair, desperately holding him close as he breathed the farmer in.

Grayson's hand drifted down the blonde’s figure ever so slowly, moving from the base of his neck to his waist. He gripped Sam’s hip and tugged him as close as he could before slipping his thumb under the shirt.

A low groan slipped out of Sam as the farmer’s calloused thumb traced along his waist, fingers brushing his bare skin. As his lips separated, Grayson seized the opportunity to press his tongue forward into the blonde’s mouth.

Sam let out a shocked gasp, alarming Grayson, who moved to pull off the blonde. He could feel the farmer prepare to pull away and apologize, prompting him to tighten his arms around the farmer’s torso. As Grayson let out a surprised gasp, Sam smirked into the kiss as he returned the favor and pressed his tongue forward, prodding at the farmer.

Sighing into the kiss, Grayson pushed his tongue against the blonde’s, the strong flavor of weed permeating their mouths. He felt himself melt forward, pushing the blonde back against the wooden beam behind him. Moving to hover over the blonde, who let out a pleased hum from the sudden shift. The farmer maintained his grip on the blonde’s hip for a moment longer before giving in and pushing the rest of his hand under his shirt.

A shiver ran up the blonde’s spine, body arching into the farmer’s touch as he groaned into their kiss. On the verge of a moan, Sam bit down on the farmer’s bottom lip, earning a moan in return.

The two of them kept at their kiss, the farmer’s hand wandering across the blonde’s naval as the blonde snuck in a few loving bites between kisses. With each move, they gradually pulled more and more moans and groans out of each other, pushing to go further.

Struggling to pull each other closer comfortably, the farmer reluctantly pulled back. The both of them couldn’t help but meet each other’s gazes as they panted, catching their breaths and collecting themselves as they recuperated.

Grayson couldn’t drink in the sight of the dazed blonde just under him, who smiled up at him in response to his attention. He couldn’t help but smile back, eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes.

“Head to the couch,” he requested– commanded, almost. His voice was low and raspy, the sound sending yet another shiver up the blonde’s spine. The farmer pulled off the blonde, leaving him room to get up.

With a stuttered ‘ok,’ Sam rushed up and swung the farmer’s front door open, not wanting to waste another second.

The farmer followed suit, after grabbing his rolling tray, and entered his home. Haphazardly, he tossed the tray onto his kitchen table before making a bee line straight to the living room. There, he found Sam sitting back against one of the couch’s arms.

He quickly joined him, wordlessly getting on top of the blonde, who smiled back up at him once more as he wrapped his arms around the farmer’s torso.

“Hey,” The blonde greeted, voice quiet and intimate. He tugged the farmer closer, leaning up and pressing his lips along the farmer’s neck, planting kisses wherever he could reach.

The farmer reached to the end table behind the armrest where the blonde lay, biting his lip as he turned the lamp on. With a click, the blonde under him was illuminated by a low, warm light, providing just enough visibility without impeding on the growing need between them.

“Hey,” he eventually replied as he looked back down at the blonde, who was still affectioning his neck. With a pleased sigh, he leaned down onto the couch, forcing the blonde to lay back down against the armrest as he begrudgingly pulled away from a hickey he had been working on.

With the blonde on his back, Grayson made haste in leaning down, taking his turn to kiss down the blonde’s neck. Each kiss he gave was met with a subdued moan, every infrequent bite down earning an unrestrained sound. All the while, one of the farmer’s hands drifted down the blonde’s form, reaching down to separate the blonde’s legs.

Sam let one of his legs hang off the edge of the couch, allowing Grayson to fill in the blank space between his thighs. Doing just that, the blonde couldn’t help but let out a groan as he felt the farmer’s arousal slot against his, their hips flush against each other. They began to push against each other desperately, the farmer rolling his hips against the increasingly vocal blonde.

He couldn’t help but roll his head back with a moan, wanting so badly to respond to Grayson as he chuckled at the blonde’s vocality in between kisses on his neck, nearing the collar of his shirt. Instead, he opted to slip his hands under the back of the farmer’s shirt, hands tracing over the curves and contours of his surprisingly toned back. A smile spread on the blonde’s face as he heard the farmer choke on a moan.

Feeling the blonde tug at his shirt, the farmer pulled away and grabbed its bottom hem, lifting it up and over his head before tossing the garment across the room.

Sam gawked at the sigh of the farmer’s now bare chest, eyes following each curve as if working to memorize it. Sure, he had seen the farmer shirtless before at the beach during the Summer, or every once in a while on the farm in the middle of a midday harvest. But in the last few months, the farmer seemed to have bulked up, pecs better defined above his softer abs. His arms noticeably had gotten stronger as well, evidenced by his more defined biceps. A layer of trimmed body hair covered his figure, concentrated between his pecs, the pits of his arms, and down along his happy trail and around his waistband. Everything was sun tinted, likely from the busy Summer months the farmer had.

“...Yoba, you’re hot” was all the blonde managed to whisper in response, reaching his hands forward to trace his fingers along the grooves of his chest.

Grayson had been watching the blonde stare with a smug grin, slurring a ‘thanks’ back before reaching his hands down to the hem of the blonde’s shirt, pulling it up. The blonde’s hands reached down as well, bringing the shirt up above his head before rolling it behind his neck.

Tossing it aside, the farmer moved to do the same with the jacket he had given, only pausing as he felt the blonde’s grip on it.

“...please, don’t make me take the jacket off,” he pleaded as he weaseled his exposed body back into it.

Grayson couldn’t help but laugh, pulling back to have his turn at admiring the man in his hands. “Fine, fine.”

The blonde’s body was fairly fit, assumingly from the monotonous heavy lifting of his job at Joja in conjunction with his generally active life. His body was soft and pliable, with enough squish for the farmer to dig his fingers into, which he tested, eliciting a soft moan. At the same time, his chest was decently muscled, abs set yet undefined on his stomach and v-line visible enough for the farmer to drag a finger down and grip– testing this as well, he earned another moan. The blonde seemed to keep himself trimmed from time to time, a short bush of hair peeking from his armpits and a happy trail leading down past under his waistband.

Grayson took particular interest in the latter, thumb gently tracing down the line of hair.

The farmer leaned, hips falling into rhythm as he trailed sloppy kisses along the slope of Sam’s jawline once more. As he affectioned the man moaning under him, Grayson’s rough hands glided up the blonde’s sides, holding his chest down as he began to thumb at his nipples.

“Yoba, you’re so fucking…” The farmer began between kisses, Sam looking down at the farmer, listening patiently as he groaned from the affection. “You’re so fucking perfect, Sam.”

“Mmh… sh-shut up, dude.” Sam let out a flustered chuckle, tilting his head away as he avoided the farmer’s affectionate gaze. “That’s all you, damn it– fuck.”

Sam’s head rolled back with a string of curses as the farmer continued his affections, shuddering with every drag his tongue made against his skin. He looked down as the farmer began straying away from his neck, falling down to his chest as he sucked roughly on his collarbone. The blonde bit his lip, picturing himself absolutely love bitten by the farmer, the image sending a thrill throughout his body.

Eventually, after trailing a few more hickies onto the growingly desperate blonde, Grayson’s tongue found entertainment with the blonde’s pecs, licking along each curve and groove. As he did so, his hands moved down to his waist, digging his thumbs under Sam’s waistband.

His tongue trailed down the blonde’s body ever so slowly, Sam gulping as he looked down apprehensively. Grayson dragged on at a painfully slow pace, the friction between their crotches slowly disappearing as he got lower.

In the low light, Sam watched the farmer kiss down his happy trail, heading towards his crotch. His lips eventually met the hands he had gripping his waistband, pulling his pants down to gradually reveal what the trail had led up to.

The blonde’s hard-on immediately sprung up, slapping against the farmer's cheek with a slap and a surprised ‘fuck.' Grayson looked up at the blonde, a smirk spreading as Sam’s cock throbbed against his cheek.

“I don’t wear boxers when I sleep, okay?” He hurriedly explained before Grayson could ask, the both of them laughing. Sam’s fit was abruptly cut short, taken aback by the sudden, sloppy kisses trailing up from the base of his cock.

“Nah, I just wasn’t expecting you to be this fucking big,” the farmer clarified before dragging his tongue along the edge of his tip. His cock stood at seven inches, girth consistent along its length with a bush of pubes. He watched the blonde roll his eyes, dismissive of the compliment as he covered his face with his hands.

Peering in between fingers, Sam watched as his cock seemed to tower over the farmer, who was sucking at its base. He looked up, half-lidded eyes meeting his watchful gaze. Sam watched the farmer curiously as his tongue slipped out of his growing smirk.
He watched in awe as Grayson licked up the blonde’s length, mirroring Sam’s memory of the farmer sealing the joint. The sight alone made Sam melt into the couch as he placed a hand over his mouth to muffle a loud moan.

Grayson wrapped his lips around the head of his shaft before bobbing down ever so slowly. A few more moans made their way out of the blonde, who watched diligently as most of his length disappeared into the farmer’s wet, warm mouth.

He grinned around the cock throbbing in his mouth as he bobbed his head up and down, tongue swiping on the blonde’s oozing tip. With one hand, he reached up and wrapped his fingers around the rest of Sam’s length, jacking it in time with his mouth. He glanced up, feeling successful in his efforts as the blonde moaned above him.

Sam squirmed and shuffled above, mesmerized by the lewd sounds of his wet length. He watched the farmer work his magic on his length with great interest, freely moaning and cursing in response.

Seeing Grayson's free hand begin to move, Sam watched curiously, unsure of what to anticipate. Seeing it drift down, his mouth hung open as the farmer grabbed his own waistband, pulling it down and under his now suddenly released cock. He couldn’t help but divert his focus on the sight, fixated on the way the farmer stroked himself in time with his ministrations on the blonde’s cock.

The farmer paused, about a quarter of the blonde’s length still throbbing in his mouth, completely stationary as he waited for the blonde to focus back on his mouth.

Confused, Sam looked back at Grayson, meeting his gaze once more. “Gray…? You– uhh, you good?”

He reached a hand forward into the farmer’s hair, trying to gently coerce him to keep moving.

And coerced he was, moving back down onto the blonde’s cock. However, instead of falling back into a rhythm, Grayson pushed himself down slowly, slowly taking more and more of the throbbing cock into his mouth once more. The blonde’s face immediately turned a bright red as he watched his cock disappear down Grayson’s throat, his nose pressed against his pubes below.

“Fucking hell dude,” was all Sam could let out as his entire length throbbed inside Grayson, whose tongue lapped away at his base. He looked down, inebriated by the feeling of the farmer’s throat, which seemed to pulse with every swallow of pre-cum.

Eventually, the farmer pulled away from the blonde’s cock, breathing heavily as he scooted back up over him. He tugged his pants down further and placed his cock on top of the blonde’s, who responded with a surprised gasp.

Sam’s eyes whipped down towards their cocks, Grayson’s now in better view for him to admire. The farmer was perhaps half an inch shorter than his, uncut with the base of his cock slightly thicker than the tip. He stared, feeling himself salivate as he watched a stream of pre-cum drip from Grayson’s foreskin and onto his own cock.

“Y’know, you drip a lot,” was all the farmer could muster, face hovering over Sam, who was dazedly looking down at their dicks.

“Is that a complaint?” Sam teased, reaching a hand down before the farmer could.

“‘C-course not,” Grayson stuttered, looking down as the blonde gripped both of their lengths together.

“Good,” he replied simply, watching as his hand began to stroke them off. He watched the way Grayson’s foreskin rolled back, leaking pre whenever his tip was fully released. The farmer moaned out loud above him, rolling his head back. His reaction further motivated the blonde, who quickly brought his hand up to spit in it before returning back down.

Grayson shifted in closer between the blonde’s thighs, knees resting on Sam’s sides, who moved to lazily wrap a leg around his waist. The farmer wrapped his arms around Sam, pressing their sweaty figures flush against each other, each stroke of their cocks creating the most intimate and intoxicating friction between their torsos. Leaning forward, Grayson nestled into the nook of Sam’s shoulder, returning to messily kiss at his neck, breathing and groaning directly into his ear.

Taking advantage of their proximity, Sam tugged the farmer closer and began his own attack on the farmer’s neck. He eagerly dragged his tongue along his jawline, kisses following behind as he savored Grayson's sweat. He leaned up to mumble into his ear, voice ridden with raw lust.

“Should I move lower for hickies?”

The farmer struggled between moans, sighing into his ear. “Agh- no, fuck no.” His voice was shaky, clearly losing control over the noises streaming out of him.

Without a second further, Sam began attacking the farmer’s neck with rough kisses, searching for the best places to bruise. With every inch covered, Grayson let out a desperate moan, biting his lip the closer he got to a more sensitive area.

“S-Sam– holy shit,” Grayson cursed, a loud moan filling the room as Sam roughly sucked at the tender skin. A series of hickeys painted the area, the blonde nibbling along the growing number of marks. The farmer grabbed the back of Sam’s head to keep him in place, the shift in weight pushing him deeper into the inkblot on his neck.

All the while, Sam kept his wrist working on their lengths below, their pre-cum now coating their lengths. With their cocks coated in the fluid, the air filled once more with the sultry sounds of their intimacy, pleasure increasing tenfold as the farmer’s breaths began to quicken.

“Sh-shit, Sam, I’m gonna cum,” Grayson said, whining softly into the blonde’s ear as his body trembled.

He fucking whined, the blonde thought to himself, grinning wide as he began to hasten his strokes.

Sam sat up until his lips brushed against the lobe of Grayson’s ear, his voice far breathy as he spoke back. “Shit, yeah? Already?”

Grayson gulped, nodding and letting out an embarrassed chuckle, followed by another beautiful whine. He leaned back into the blonde’s shoulder, releasing moan after moan as he felt his climax soon approaching.

“C’mon now, let’s see it.”

Sam promptly let go of his cock in favor of focusing solely on the farmer’s length. A loud moan filled his ear, the pre that had pooled in Sam’s palm now lubricating the farmer. He laid himself back down, opening the view down to their crotches as he watched the farmer get closer and closer.

Panting, the farmer looked down as the blonde jacked him off, moaning louder and louder with the perversely wet noises of his cock, which throbbed the closer he got to release.

“That’s it, Gray… cum for me.”

Grayson let out one last moan before tilting his head back. Ropes of cum quickly painted the blonde’s chest, reaching as far up as his Adam’s apple.

He pulled back to gaze at the blonde, admiring the streaks of cum that painted his chest as just his cock dribbled just a bit more into the blonde’s hand.

Quickly, swatted Sam’s hand away as he reached to finish himself off, grabbing his wrist as the farmer slid back down, much to the blonde’s surprise and confusion.

Before he could open his mouth to ask, the farmer dragged his tongue along Sam’s fingers, lapping up his cum.

Sam’s mouth hung open with a drawn-out moan as he watched the farmer lap up his load. His tongue moved from his hand to the few drops that had landed on the blonde’s cock. Once clean, his fingers wrapped around his shaft to stroke it as he focused his efforts elsewhere.

Shivers snuck up Sam’s spine as Grayson lapped up every ounce of his own load from every intimate crevice his seed had pooled in: along his v-line, between his abs, under his pecs.

Finally making it up to the blonde’s neck, Grayson gently sucked at the blonde’s Adam's apple, pulling away once every drop of cum had been cleared. He towered over the blonde with a wide, devious smirk, his cleaner hand reaching up and setting down on his face. The farmer’s calloused fingers brushed against his face once more.

With a nervous gulp, Sam looked towards the thumb drifting over to his chin, gently coaxing his mouth open. He watched as Grayson slowly inched forward, uncertainty creeping in.

The farmer’s lips parted ever-so-slightly, his cum dripping down into the blonde’s open mouth.

There was no way to describe the noise of surprise that escaped Sam as the taste of the farmer’s warm, salty cum dripped onto his tongue. Without a moment to even process it, the farmer leaned in and deeply kissed him, more of his cum dripping out of his mouth and into Sam’s. He felt the farmer’s tongue shove against his own, covered in a thick, hot layer of cum. He hungrily swallowed every drop of cum he was fed, sucking on the farmer and filling his mouth with eager moans in return.

His body suddenly jolted up in Grayson’s hands as his cock finally unloaded, ropes of cum shooting up, reaching up as far as the farmer’s own chest. As Sam’s load coated both of their waists, their kiss remained unbothered and sloppy.

Grayson let the blonde’s cock go, hearing it plop onto a puddle of cum on his chest as he wrapped both of his arms around Sam. Sam gave into the hug, exhausted.

Their lips stayed connected, but at this point, the kiss had completely settled into a more relaxed, tired pace. One of the blonde’s hands reached up to toy with the farmer’s wavy hair, Grayson reciprocating by gently rubbing Sam’s back.

Eventually, they pulled apart, panting heavily as they stared at each other. Grayson’s eyes grazed carefully along Sam’s figure, basking in the warmth of the blonde’s afterglow. And judging by the way Sam was practically melting back into the couch, grin goofy as ever, he seemed to feel the same way.

“...Yoba,” Grayson breathed, breaking the silence as he brushed a stray hair off of the blonde’s face. “You doing okay?.”

“Yeah, I’m great, ” Sam replied, his laugh turning into a loud yawn. “You?”

“Yeah. I’m doing great.”

Grayson reached over for his tossed shirt, lazily sitting up as he let out his own yawn. Sam groaned at the loss of contact, impatiently watching the farmer wipe both of them clean, or as clean as possible, with the shirt.

“Gross,” Sam laughed tiredly, watching as the farmer eventually tossed the shirt aside.

“Hey, this is the second time I’ve cleaned you up now,” Grayson teased, nuzzling into Sam’s neck with a sigh. “Be grateful.”

They quickly fell back into sleepy silence, the blonde letting out another yawn and the farmer soon following suit. He felt himself begin dozing off, looking out a window as he lay comfortably on Sam’s chest. He blinked tiredly, smiling softly as he watched the sky shift into a lighter hue.

Wait.

“Shit, dude, when are we getting you back home–”

A snore was the only answer Grayson got as he jolted up. The farmer thought to himself for a moment, before leaning back in with a sigh.

A part of him wanted to wake the blonde up and figure out what to do. But looking at him sleeping peacefully under him, he couldn’t help but smile, feeling as if everything had figured itself out.

Without any further bother, he laid back down, shutting his eyes once more, deciding that with nothing else to say, it was time for them to fall asleep.