by Rowan Shaw
"'You're going to ruin my clothes,'" he mimicked, shaking his head from side to side, and sprayed me some more before I grabbed his hands and pulled them behind his back, pinning him hard against the counter.
His hazel eyes blazed with undeniable desire that made my dick swell. I took his bottom lip between mine and pulled on it before locking our mouths together in a tangle of tongues and fierce hunger.
Before I could even think, we both had our shirts off, his pants undone. I shoved him around, exposing his beautiful muscular ass, giving it a slap. I could barely wait to sink myself deep into his warmth as I undid my zipper in a rush, sheathed myself, and lubed up. I wanted him so damn much, I shoved him against the table, holding him down as I penetrated him so eagerly, he let out a shout.
"Ah, slower," he pleaded.
I forced myself to slow down, though I wanted to fuck him so hard he might faint. I rocked in and out in smooth movements until he was fully ready for me, his groans turning into moans, begging me to please take him harder.
I did him right there, his chest pressed against the kitchen table, his ass raised up like a gift. I slammed inside him so damn fast and deeply, the skin of my hips slapped against his with each pounding. Grabbing a fistful of his hair was enough to bend his head backward so I could suck on his neck before going for his mouth. I was craving him so damn much, it was becoming a constant in my life. It fucking terrified me how much I wanted him, but I couldn't stop.
I buried myself inside him until sharp shivers consumed me and I shot my load, taking him along with me, the two of us falling over the edge together.
I didn't give a damn that he released all over our kitchen table. I could barely breathe by the time we were done. I rested my chest against his back, my sweaty skin against his, and he pulled me into a kiss, reaching backward for my neck. I was still lodged deep inside him when he licked the inside of my mouth, his plump lips like pillows against mine, his tongue tasting of tomato sauce before I rested my temple against his for a few seconds. "Let's go shower."
Chapter 43
RAPHAËL
The following week was wild. Adrien had taken it off just to be with me. Though we used the occasion to visit Paris, a part of me almost wished we would stay inside. I'd rarely seen him in such a good mood. His smiles kept shining like never before.
When I joined him in the kitchen on the afternoon of New Year's Eve, he was wearing a green apron tied around his waist over some black slacks and a black turtleneck sweater. He leaned over the oven to check the temperature, exposing his beautiful round ass that I took my time to admire before asking how things were going. A sideways smile curled his lips, coupled with a glimpse at me over his shoulder. He extended his hand to pull me by my wrist so hard I fell flush against his chest.
"Making us dinner for tonight. You're still celebrating here, right?" he asked and planted a quick kiss on my lips.
"Of course." I could only imagine what the festivities would entail. I could barely wait. "What are you cooking?" I asked to distract him from drawing a line of kisses down my neck.
"Coq au vin," he whispered, never stopping his teasing of my skin.
"You're spoiling me."
He laughed against my jaw. "It's for me as well." He pulled away, his eyes dipping toward my lips. "It'll take an hour to cook..."
"Yeah?"
"Mmm hmmm." He kissed me while walking me backwards toward the door, taking me to the bathroom. He nearly made me fall a few times, which seemed to amuse him greatly. The sound of his chuckles was soothing, especially after seeing him so down the week before.
"Why are you bringing me here?" I asked, my gaze pinned on his inviting mouth.
"Because I love fucking you in the shower," he murmured against my lips, his words reverberating all the way down to my cock. The shower was large enough that we could lie down in it and have sex on the floor. There wasn't a position we hadn't tried in there. I wasn't sure what Adrien's obsession was about, but I wasn't going to protest.
"Is that why you got such a gigantic bathroom?" I laughed.
He shot me a look of puzzlement.
"Because you love fucking in it?" I specified.
He responded with a chuckle. "That wasn't my first thought when I got the apartment, no, but the size does come in handy."
He pulled on my sweater, wasting no time undressing me. To my surprise, he didn't fuck me hard like he so often did. He took his time to outline my entire body with kisses and soft licks until I begged him to please take me. He smirked against my skin, his eyes nearly black from dilation when he sheathed himself and pushed me into the shower, where he turned the water on and did me so good, deep, and slow that each thrust led to a shout.
When he made me come, goosebumps covered my whole body. I shook uncontrollably in his arms while he held my throat and pulled me into a kiss from the side. He wasn't even done yet. He kept going, rolling his hips so damn slowly to make it last, he was driving me out of my mind. When I grew hard again, ready for my turn, he pulled out so we could sit on the ground, where I did him in the lotus position.
His lips never left mine, his kisses languid and sensual. He held on to my neck with one hand and ran his fingertips up and down my back with the other. The stubble of his cheeks rubbed against me when he cupped my jaw to kiss me harder before tugging at my hair, pulling my head back to suck on my throat.
His moans vibrated against my skin when I pushed him over the edge and he came undone, releasing all over my stomach. We stayed like this for a very long time, with me buried deep inside him after I ejaculated without an orgasm. Even without finding my peak, it was the closest I'd ever felt to anyone during sex. Adrien looked me in the eyes the entire time, stroking his long fingers down the length of my temple, brushing soft closed-mouth kisses against my lips. The hot water was still pouring over us when he whispered, "That was incredible. Thank you."
He didn't wait for my reply to stand up, forcing me to follow suit so he could wash me and clean my skin before I did his. Our idyll was only interrupted by the relentless beeping of the oven.
"Our food is ready," he said with a grin, then opened the door of the shower, all the steam evaporating, letting the cold in.
"Are we eating now?" I asked with a shiver.
He shook his head and pulled me against him when I grabbed a giant towel that I wrapped around us both. My heart was racing, my chest still heaving, making it hard to breathe. Today, sex was more than a hard fuck provoked by carnal needs. I didn't know if he had felt the shift as well, but it was too late for me to turn back, too late to ignore it happened or to pretend my orgasms didn't grow more powerful the harder I fell for him.
I was petrified by my cravings—longings that only seemed to increase and develop into something much more dangerous and impossible to control. I didn't even know if he felt the same about me. I didn't expect him to say the words, and I feared to dwell on those thoughts for too long.
"We're eating later tonight," he said, making me blink out of my daze. "I'll put the rooster in the fridge and reheat it then."
I gave a nod, unable to stop staring at his handsome face. When his thighs pressed against mine, his shaft was still semi-hard, slowly getting soft but forever triggering those desires from within. I knew I was screwed. There was no way I'd want to let him go now. I was in over my head.
"I'm making some tarte tatin for dessert. You want to help?" he kept going casually as if my world wasn't falling apart.
I looked at him, wondering how he could keep talking about food like nothing had changed, like I wasn't standing here falling down this precipice with nothing to hold on to.
"I think we both know I'm hopeless when it comes to cooking," I replied, barely able to think.
Adrien pulled away to dry the drops of water still dripping down his chiseled chest. Then he looked at himself in the mirror and pulled on the skin of his face to check for some non-existent imperfections before running his fingers over his scruff that was always
so well-maintained.
"You can keep me company," he added and turned to me with a slap on my ass. He exited the bathroom, still stark naked, leaving me stranded behind, unable to stop watching his beautiful muscles that flexed with every move.
I was doomed. I had fallen in love with a man as inaccessible as he was impossible to resist.
Chapter 44
ADRIEN
"Want to grab some food?" I asked against Raphaël's skin, nuzzling his earlobe and nibbling on it while we lay on my bed.
There was nothing I loved more than teasing him into arousal when I wasn't planning on releasing him. Hearing him groan his frustration made me laugh every time. It was a little game we played, making the buildup worthwhile whenever I ended up blowing his mind. I'd already taken him there three times today, but he never seemed to get enough, and neither did I. Raphaël had grown into an addiction under my skin that only found relief when I was inside him.
"I have a whole dinner ready for us in the fridge, remember?" I said.
"Except the rooster is ruined."
"It's not ruined. It's just a bit overcooked because we didn't leave the bathroom fast enough to turn the heat off. I'm sure even you can survive eating over-cooked poultry."
"Better than undercooked poultry, I guess," Raphaël acknowledged, his eyes crawling over my body. "You're going to put some clothes on first?"
I gave a lazy smile. "It's New Year's Eve. We're spending the evening in bed. Why get dressed?"
His gaze locked on my crotch. "Because if you don't, we won't even make it to the kitchen."
I replied with a contented grin and stood from the bed. "I'll put some underwear on just so you stop staring at my dick."
"I wasn't staring. I was admiring, first of all. Also, it's snowing outside. Do we really need the heat on so high in here?"
"Yes, that's how I like it."
"Well, I don't. You sweated all over me in your sleep last night."
"Never heard you complain about me sweating over you before," I replied and slipped my briefs on.
"It's not the same when we have sex, obviously."
I ran my tongue over my teeth. "If I put the heat down, I'll have to wear clothes..."
Raphaël's gaze traced my body again. "Never mind."
I let out a tiny laugh. "Come on, let's go eat."
I left the room to put the coq au vin in the oven for a few minutes, then took out the tarte tatin and a bottle of wine. By the time Raphaël walked in wearing nothing but his boxers, I was cutting into the rooster. I placed a leg on his plate along with mushrooms and some pommes dauphine, my favorite type of potatoes.
His eyes narrowed when he saw the alcohol. "You're sure it's safe for you to drink with your medication?"
His question would have pissed me off a few months ago, but there was genuine worry hiding underneath that I couldn't rebuke. "It's just for one night. And you didn't comment about that on Christmas."
Raphaël gave a nod, accepting that I too was allowed to live a little, especially on days I actually felt well enough to enjoy myself.
He could barely conceal his hunger when he sat at the end of the table while I settled on the left side, close enough to him that I could reach his hand if I wanted to. I watched him take the first bite, a loud moan rising from his throat. He closed his eyes as he chewed, then looked at me.
"I'm not sure what good deed I did in life to deserve a roommate like you, but this is delicious."
I didn't know if he realized what his comments meant to me, but he gave them freely and constantly without thinking.
"Thank you," I said, moving my foot over his to caress his toes. He paused, his fork raised in front of his mouth and stared at me before rubbing his foot against mine and taking a bite.
Chapter 45
RAPHAËL
"Hey, Raphael, over here!" Charlotte shouted, waving at me from her seat up the amphitheater. "How have you been?" she asked, beaming at me. She had cut her long, straight hair and done something to it so it reached her shoulders in cute black curls.
"Hey," I greeted her between two kisses on the cheeks. "Been all right. And you?"
"Been great, thanks. How was Christmas and everything? Did you get any presents?"
I settled next to her and set my bag on my knees, quickly digging through my stuff for a fountain pen and papers.
"Christmas was great. I invited Adrien over."
Charlotte froze by my side.
"What?" I asked, noticing her gaping.
"You introduced Adrien to your parents?"
I huffed. "It wasn't like that."
"Oh really?"
"I didn't want Adrien to be alone on Christmas."
She gave a tiny nod, understanding the situation. "So, you didn't tell me what presents you got?"
"Adrien got me an ebook reader."
"Nice! What did you get him?"
"I got us both a three-day Paris city pass. We spent the rest of our vacation visiting museums."
It had cost me more than I could afford, but it was totally worth it, even if it meant saving up all over again. I couldn't believe Adrien had taken the time off of work either. I wasn't ecstatic about him going back to meeting his clients. I closed my eyes and tried hard not to think about other men touching him or how shitty that made me feel, though recently, that was all I could think about. Reminding myself it was just a job barely helped. The more time I spent with him, the deeper it cut me to imagine him in another guy's arms.
Charlotte looked at me for a bit too long. "Did your parents like him?"
I flicked my hand. "I told you it wasn't like that."
"Well, did they?"
"Yes, especially my mom. She's probably planning our wedding as we speak," I laughed. "I tried telling her we weren't together, but she wouldn't listen."
"Gee, I wonder why," Charlotte teased.
"Will you stop?"
"Well, you could have texted to wish me a happy new year at least."
"I didn't know how things stood between us. I didn't want to ruin your evening."
"We're adults, Raphaël. I won't stop talking to you just because we had sex. Really good sex at that."
The truth was I was too busy to text her on New Year's Eve. Shitty as it may sound, messaging her had slipped my mind. After dinner, Adrien and I had spent the entire night in bed, burning off all those calories. Granted, we also watched Le Crazy Horse cabaret show on TV and got semi-drunk off champagne in between each round, but that night was the best New Year's Eve I'd ever had. I was too beat on New Year's Day to even think coherently.
For the first time since I'd met him, Adrien was truly carefree, laughing hard, his eyes shining with joy. I felt like he truly was happy that night and wasn't just faking it for once. Spending so much time together for two weeks only deepened the bond between us too.
"What's going on?" Charlotte asked, watching me suspiciously when I didn't talk for a while.
"Nothing."
"Right! So why are you looking into space with that goofy smile on your face. Did you—?" She stared at me and gasped. "You've had sex again, haven't you? Just the two of you."
"Pfff, right."
Her eyebrow shot up high. "You totally have."
How the fuck could she tell?
She sniffed the air around me like a young puppy.
"You smell like him," she asserted. "You fucked him before coming to class, didn't you? You smell like his cologne."
What the actual fuck, damn it! And yes, I had.
"I do not smell like him. Stop!"
"I've had sex with the two of you. I know what you both smell like, and I'm telling you that you smell like his cologne."
Shit. We only had a quickie. I didn't have time to shower afterwards. I couldn't be reeking that bad, could I? I sniffed myself, frowning at her.
"Don't worry," she said, patting my hand. "You don't smell gross or anything. No one will be able to tell. I only know because I've been in bed with the two of you, tha
t's all." She smirked and wriggled her eyebrows. "You smell very masculine."
"Me or Adrien?"
"Both, really. But the two mixed together... Mmmm," she moaned.
I tapped her arm. "Stop being weird."
Thankfully, the professor arrived, so she was compelled to shush and follow the lesson. With all this, I'd forgotten to ask her if she'd met somebody too.
Chapter 46
ADRIEN
Life slowly settled into a routine as the months passed by. Raphaël and I grew new habits. He would spend the night with me when I didn't have to work, and almost every morning started with a quickie or a blow job. I would make dinner every day and put it in the fridge for him if I wasn't planning on being home when he came back.
Everything was going great until summertime came along and something changed between us.
I found Raphaël in the living room, going through the research books he had spread all over the couch and coffee table. When I walked up to him, he sent me a quick look from the corner of his eye and returned to his reading.
"I wanted to ask you something," I said.
He looked at me. "You're working tonight?"
I paused. That was a daily question of his, but there was something threatening to his tone today.
"Yes."
He nodded, his plump lips pushing into a quick pout that disappeared just as quickly. "A new client?"
"No, he's a regular."
I didn't like where this discussion was heading, but I was always honest with him about my job. The only thing I kept for myself was the identity of my clients and their personal problems.
"I see. He can't go on a hook-up app or something?"
I took a breath and sat down. Raphaël was obviously in a mood. He'd grown increasingly irritable recently. I hoped it wasn't what I thought it was, though I could tell my job was definitely the problem here. I'd gone through that with Kevin once. I didn't want to deal with such drama again.
"I'm safer than random guys out there. I think we both know that. My status is clear. There are many freaks on those apps, too. My client is very shy. He's not the kind of guy who likes to meet strangers for sex. He needs me there for emotional support more than intercourse. He has personal issues he won't talk about with anyone but me."