by T. M. Smith
“Jesus baby, so tight…” Dean slowly withdrew, seating himself fully again with a bit more force. Adam’s body began to unwind, accepting the intrusion of his lover’s dick sliding in and out, leaving him open and exposed.
Lifting his legs, he hissed, the shift in position allowing Dean to prod his prostate, and it felt like nothing Adam had experienced before. All the uncertainty and pain receded and what was left was a raw, animalistic need to be owned by the man currently treating him like he was something fragile and delicate. “Dean, love, please fuck me.”
Adam growled low when Dean leaned in and kissed him, his hips stilling. “I don’t want to hurt you, Adam.”
He reached down and gripped Dean’s hips hard enough to bruise, making him gasp. “I want you to fuck me the same way I fuck you, Dean. I want to feel your cock pulsing inside me, your hands digging into my flesh. I want you to show me what it feels like to be owned, possessed by another, want my body to be yours to command and caress.” With each sentence, he could feel Dean’s hold tightening on him, see the ropes of self-control break away.
“All right.” Dean growled, his last thread snapping. He sat back, grabbing Adam’s thighs and twisting both legs to the left, lining up and driving back inside him with enough force to rattle Adam’s teeth. “This what you want?”
His answer became a groan when Dean slammed into him and stayed buried, moving his hips in a circular motion before thrusting into Adam once again. “Let’s see just how pliable you are, babe.” Dean’s words were the only warning Adam got before his knees were shoved to his shoulders and that thick cock was back inside him. “So tight…can’t stop…gonna come.” The low, husky growl he could hear in Dean’s words made Adam whimper with need.
Adam shoved one hand between their bodies, hissing the second his fingers wrapped around his engorged shaft. He’d heard the term painfully hard before, but this was the first time he actually felt painfully hard. He reached for Dean with the other hand, pulling him close enough to share a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss that was all tongues and teeth. When Dean pulled away, eyes shut tight, brow furrowed and covered in sweat, Adam allowed himself a few brief seconds to appreciate how sexy and wrung out his lover looked right then. Those gorgeous brown eyes opened, pupils shot, lust clouding the rims, staring down at Adam like a bull seeing red. “I can feel you so deep inside me, baby, and it feels so fucking good. Take what you need baby, give it to me!” Adam shouted.
Dean thrust into him and froze, his body rigid, face contorted into a mask of sheer bliss and Adam felt the heat rush up his channel, Dean’s cock pulsing inside him as he too flew apart. The air in the room circulated their combined shouts of pleasure blending with the scents of sweat and come. He was coherent enough to let his legs fall, Dean’s body shuddering in his arms as his cock continued to jerk inside him. Both men still riding the waves of their amazing orgasms, they lay there panting and shaking long enough that the chill in the air mixed with their damp skin made them shiver from something other than post orgasmic bliss. Adam simply rolled onto his side, arms still wrapped around Dean, and pulled the blanket over them.
“So that’s what I’ve been missing?” He said it more as a statement than a question.
Dean snorted. “That was second only to the first time we had sex, babe, for me at least.” Wiggling out of the tight hold Adam had on him, Dean lifted his head so he could look him in the eyes. “You are the only person that I have ever had earth-shattering sex with, Adam.”
“That just means we were made for each other, don’t you think?” It was cheesy, he knew, but lying there with the man he loved in his arms, the only man he ever fully gave himself to, Adam couldn’t resist.
Laughing, Dean shoved him away, climbing out of bed and heading into the bathroom on shaking legs. Adam watched that perfect, pert ass sway and felt his dick twitch. “Seriously though, if that is how it feels when I fuck you, I can see why you’re always so eager to bottom, baby. We might have to start flipping a coin to see who gets to top.” He sat up, moving to the edge of the bed to stand and winced at the sharp bite of pain in his ass.
Dean’s soft laugh only mildly annoyed him. “Here, lie back.”
He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what Dean was up to. The strong hands that had held his legs in the air and possibly left bruises were soft and sure, sliding up Adam’s thighs. Dean pushed his legs open and before Adam could protest, a warm washcloth was softly pressed to his aching hole. “I shouldn’t have been so rough with you, not for your first time bottoming, no matter what you begged me to do.”
Adam leaned up on his elbows and glared at Dean. “Begged? No love, I demanded; there is a distinct difference. Besides, I enjoyed every goddamn second of that Dean, truly, and I look forward to many repeat performances.”
Shaking his head, Dean smiled up at him, moving the washcloth over his stomach to wipe away the come that was starting to stick to Adam’s skin like glue. He stood and tossed the washcloth into the hamper in the corner. “And now you’re a nymphomaniac; I’ve created a monster.” Dean’s deep chuckle was so insanely sexy, Adam wanted to jump up and pull him back into the bed for round two. His aching backside talked him out of it.
Dean bent to pick up the jeans Adam had stepped out of the second they were in the room. “Come on, babe, dinner is…” Dean froze and it took a hot minute for Adam to catch up, realizing that the soft thud he’d just heard was probably the felt box that held the platinum band that he’d shoved into his pocket when he got out of the car hitting the floor.
Dean’s eyes strayed from the box on the floor to Adam’s face, wide and surprised. “Well, shit,” Adam exclaimed, standing and walking over to where his shell-shocked boyfriend stood, butt ass naked. “This was not how I envisioned this moment, Dean.” He bent and snatched up the box, taking Dean by the hand and walking him over to the bed, pushing him down to sit.
“I know it’s only been six months, but that’s roughly five months more than I needed to realize I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, Dean.” Adam held Dean’s hands in his and watched some of the shock start to ebb away, so he pressed on. “We’ve probably been through more together in the past few months than most couples experience in a lifetime, and if I’ve taken anything away from losing Patrick and standing by your side while you dealt with losing Maggie, it’s that life is too goddamn short, baby. I want to wake up to you every morning, fall asleep with you in my arms at night. I want to argue over stupid shit and help you and Dusty raise that precious little boy and keep both him and David safe.”
Sliding to the floor on his knees, Adam opened the box and pulled out the ring, holding it at the top of Dean’s ring finger. Lifting his head, he stared into brilliant waterlogged eyes and proposed to Dean, both of them naked as the day they were born. “Marry me, baby.” Adam deliberately phrased it as a statement, not a question because as far as he was concerned, it was a done deal.
“Goddamn Adam, you’ve reduced me to tears, but I love you and of course I’ll marry you.” Dean allowed him a moment to slide the ring on then cupped Adam’s face and pulled him in for a kiss.
“Whew, now that’s settled, let’s get to that dinner—that smells fucking amazing, by the way.” Adam stood and turned toward the closet, wanting to grab sweats and a T-shirt.
“Not so fast.” Dean tugged him back down to sit beside him on the bed. “My turn.”
“Your turn for what?” Adam asked, confused. Dean walked over to the dresser in the corner and opened his sock drawer, reaching in and grabbing something before closing the drawer and walking back over to the bed with a similar felt box in his hand to the one that now sat on the floor at their feet, empty. “Holy shit,” Adam swore.
“You could say that,” Dean laughed. “Great minds think alike, as they say.”
He wiped at his teary eyes with the hand Dean wasn’t holding, grinning like a madman, he was certain. “I agree with everything you said Adam; between the two of us, we’ve already lived
so much life, who knows how much more we have to live. If I’ve taken anything away from all this it’s knowing how fragile we all are, human beings. When life and circumstance threw me and my son into the eye of the storm, you never left our side, you were my strength through all that Adam, your presence and love keeping me grounded. I don’t know if I ever told you that before, so I’m telling you now. I fell more in love with you every goddamn day. Truth be told, I still do.”
“Jesus man, just slip the ringer on my finger and let me hold you; the answer is jas.” Adam barked, laughing out loud when Dean tried, but the ring wouldn’t slide past his knuckle. “Here,” he took the ring and slid it onto his pinky. “We can size it later.” He grabbed Dean’s face with his hands, crashing their mouths together. The kiss was intense and passionate, both men pouring their hearts out with their lips and tongues.
When they finally came up for air Dean started laughing hysterically. “What the fuck is so funny?” Adam asked, unable to resist smiling.
“You realize that we both just proposed and poured our hearts out in our birthday suits, right?” Dean continued to laugh while Adam stepped into a pair of sweats, tossing Dean’s gym shorts at him before heading back downstairs. The first step down reminded him that Dean had thoroughly roughed him up not too very long ago. He hissed through clenched teeth, his pace slowing.
“Got a catch in yer get along?” Dean poured every ounce of his Texas roots into the words, smacking Adam on the ass as he sprinted past him.
“Just you wait, as soon as we finish eating I’m going to fuck you up against the stove and then spank you with a spatula,” Adam threatened.
“Promises, promises,” Dean taunted him from the kitchen.
~ Epilogue ~
Dean followed Adam out of the house, closing and locking the door behind them. Everyone was coming out to Victor and his husbands’ house today for a party, or a jol, as Adam called it, the word meaning party in his lover’s insanely attractive South African language. They walked toward Victor, Andrew, and Mattie’s slowly, enjoying a few quiet moments to themselves. He could feel the cold steel on Adam’s finger, the correct finger, after taking Adam with him to the store where he’d purchased it and trading the ring for one that would fit. Dean didn’t want to wait for the first ring to be sized. He wanted his token of love on display immediately.
There had been no date set as of yet, which aggravated Adam’s mother to no end. Glynis and Harold Chase, Adam’s parents, had spent two weeks with them the previous month, getting to know Dean and the boys. The woman slid seamlessly into the role of doting grandmother to all three of them, which thankfully took her mind off trying to plan her son’s second wedding behind their backs.
Tristan, Jon, and Chris were stringing up lights from the tree to the porch and Adam offered to assist, so Dean headed into the house to see if he could help with anything. Jordan and Kassie were bringing the twins out to Mamaroneck that afternoon. It would be the first time Dean and many of the others would meet them. They were born a few weeks early, which was normal for twins from what Adam had told Dean, but they were tiny and had to spend more time than usual in the hospital before Kassie and Jordan could bring them home.
“Hey, you coming in to help, or only passing through?” Andrew grinned at him, offering Dean a cold bottle of beer.
“Thanks. Adam is outside helping with the lights, so I thought I’d come see if there was anything I could do too.”
Dean could hear the babies in the den giggling, Dusty and David talking to them. He wondered briefly where Mattie was; Astrid wasn’t usually out of his line of sight unless one of them was sleeping. Before he could ask Andrew, Mattie came jogging down the stairs, grinning and waving to Dean, carrying a basket with toys for the babies into the den. He noticed that the two bouncy seats Astrid and Xander had outgrown were sitting on the couch, probably pulled out for the twins.
Annie was sitting cross-legged on the floor, Harold Prescott beside her, bouncing Xander on her legs. The two had met the day they all said good-bye to Maggie down at the water’s edge. Tristan had asked his colleague and friend, Doctor Prescott, to come out to the house at Dean’s behest. He felt like Dusty and David specifically might not be as open with Tristan because he was basically a member of their extended family. Turned out he was right, and Dusty had broken apart when he spoke with Prescott. In addition to that, Maggie’s oldest and dearest friend, Annie, who’d been divorced for close to seven years, had taken quite a liking to the older doctor that sounded and looked an awful lot like Rhett Butler with laugh lines and graying hair.
“You can carry this tray of meat out to Victor in the back.” Andrew’s voice pulled Dean back to the present, handing him an enormous tray piled high with steaks, ribs and chicken legs to be grilled.
Dean was bringing the empty tray back into the kitchen to be washed off when William and Beau came in the back door, Tommy right behind them. As if on cue, Jacob bounced down the stairs and met his boyfriend in the kitchen, pulling Tommy in for a quick kiss, much to Beau’s dismay. The big Cajun was very protective of the young man that hung off Jacob’s arm like an ornament and didn’t even pretend to be happy about their budding romance.
Before Beau could voice his opinion, which was seconds away judging by the sour look on his face as he watched Tommy wiggle his way into Jacob’s arms, Jordan and Kassie came through the back door with the twins. “Oh my God. You’re finally here; bring me those babies!” Mattie shrieked, shoving past Dean and Beau to get to the twins.
“No fair, you got to see them in the hospital.” Andrew chided his husband playfully. Jordan hefted the car seats onto the table, stepping aside so the Dimir men could unfasten the belts and lift the two adorable babies into their arms.
Tommy stood on his tiptoes, peeking over Mattie’s shoulder and cooing at the little girl in his arms. “Oh my goodness, they are too adorable! What are their names?”
“Victoria and Veronica, but we’re going to call them Tory and Ronnie,” Kassie told Tommy.
“Awwwww…that is too damn cute,” David whispered, brushing his thumb over Tory’s cheek, the infant smiling up at him from her perch in Andrew’s arms.
Ronnie started fussing, so Kassie took her from Mattie. The tiny girl wrapped in a pink blanket quieted as soon as she was in her mother’s arms. “Dean,” Kassie turned to him, smiling, “I’d like to introduce you to Veronica Margaret Schuler.”
Dean was speechless. His eyes darted from the baby to Kassie, then over to where Dusty sat beside the couch playing with Xander. Jordan stepped closer to his wife and daughter, clearing his throat. “We’d decided on the first names for them as soon as we found out Kas was having twins. One of the middle names was going to be Kathryn, regardless, after Kassie and Kory’s mom. But we were stuck on baby Ronnie’s middle name for a while.”
He watched Kassie lean into her husband, Jordan wrapping an arm around her and kissing Kassie on the temple. She looked over to Dean then, her grin huge and proud. “It didn’t occur to me until we were at the hospital and I was a total mess, hormones raging, and I was incredibly sad because my birth mother couldn’t be there when her grandbabies were being born. For whatever reason, Maggie’s face flashed in my mind and I turned to Jordan and told him, ‘Margaret. Her middle name has to be Margaret.’ ”
Dean cocked his head to one side, looking down at the now-sleeping baby in Kassie’s arms. “I think it’s perfect, guys.” He couldn’t say more for fear of choking up. Jordan pulled Dean into a sideways hug before heading out back.
Kassie and the twins settled onto the couch in the den with Mattie and Astrid while Dean took Xander out back with him. He’d been somewhat hesitant at first; it had been close to three decades since he’d last cared for a baby. It wasn’t knowledge that was forgotten though; Dean learned that after his first all-nighter with a screaming six-month-old that was teething. He and Adam both slid into their roles as fathers, with minimal issues. Though it was trying at times, juggling all the
hats he wore on a daily basis—father, friend, fiancé—he wouldn’t change a thing. Well, that wasn’t quite true. He’d bring Maggie and Isaac back in a heartbeat given the chance. But this was his life now.
Dean was standing on the bridge between the house and the steep decline down to the dock when a pair of familiar arms wrapped around him and Xander from behind. “Hey, baby, what are you doing out here by yourself? Everything okay?” Adam asked.