Help Me – Grant/Steve

“Hey, Steve! How’s it going?” Grant answered his phone.

“Not bad, but something’s wrong with my sink. Think you can come over and take a look at it?”

Grant shrugged at his wife, who was looking at him oddly. “Yeah, sure I can come take a look at it. I’ve got some time right now, that ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s perfect.”
“Okay, see you in a few.” Grant hung up his cell phone, clipping it back to his belt. “Steve’s got an issue with his sink. I’m gonna go check it out,” he told Reanna. “I’ll be back soon, I’m sure.” He kissed her on the cheek, grabbed some tools and walked out the door.

Steve opened the door to his apartment to let Grant in. “It’s the kitchen sink,” he directed him.

“Okay.”

Grant opened the cabinet door behind the sink and pulled out the bottles of cleaning supplies so he could wedge himself in the small space. Steve leaned against the counter, enjoying the view of the older man’s body.

With a few quick turns of the wrench, Grant had the problem fixed. He wiggled his way out of the cabinet space and put everything back. “Ok, Steve-o. You’re all fixed.”

Steve smiled. “Thanks so much, Grant. How much do I owe you?”

Grant smiled and slapped his arms playfully. “Oh, its no charge, man.”

Steve stepped closer to him, “Surely, I can do something for you.”

Grant cleared his throat. “Um… no.. really..”

Leaning in, Steve captured Grant’s lips with his own, a strong hand coming up behind Grant’s head. He tried to pull back, but Steve was too strong so he let himself fall into the kiss, wrapping his arms around his pursuers back. He pushed Steve back against the cabinets, taking control. Grinding against him, Grant picked him up, wrapping his legs around his waist. Steve groaned in his ear as Grant dry humped him, slamming their bodies against the cabinets roughly. Hands pulled at clothes, lips caressed soft skin. Steve moaned deeply as he felt orgasm overtake him, cumming in his pants. Grant’s head fell onto Steve’s shoulder two thrusts later, wetness appearing on the front of his pants.

Letting his legs down, Grant moaned to Steve, “Best payment ever.”

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