Rapture Coil: A friends-to-lovers gay romance

by Knight,Riley

  This was not just some one night stand to him, though generally, that was all that Adam wanted. Adam already wanted this to happen again, and he wanted it to be good for both of them. He wanted to know exactly how to do this so that Liam liked it the most.

  “Okay,” Liam murmured, then kissed him again. Adam closed his eyes and got into it, and even when he heard Liam fumbling with something beside the bed, he didn’t open his eyes. The kiss was too good.

  When it finally broke, and Adam did break his eyes, he saw that Liam had a condom out and some lube, and he knew then that he’d made a good choice. Adam might have thought of the condom, since he had used them with women before, but probably not the lube.

  “Tell me how this feels,” Liam murmured, and he coated his hand liberally until it glistened with lube. With that, he slipped down between Adam’s legs, which Adam parted willingly for him, and rubbed a finger over the tight entrance to Adam’s body.

  Never before had Adam felt anything like the feeling of that finger there. He’d had no way of knowing just how sensitive the skin there was, or how much he’d want more. The lube was cool at first, but it quickly warmed to the temperature of his body, and he found himself moaning and spreading his legs wider as the heat of arousal and pleasure ran through him.

  That pleasure only got more intense as that finger rubbed over the entrance to his body, making it nice and slick. Liam’s mouth lingered over Adam’s cock, and he finally opened his lips and took the cock inside his mouth, and it was utterly incredible.

  Then that finger which had been teasing the tight, sensitive ring of muscle slipped inside it just a little bit, and Adam had subconsciously expected some pain, but he didn’t get any. No pain at all, just exquisite sensation.

  It stayed that way, too, as Liam eased his finger inside him. There were moments that were a little uncomfortable, but Liam seemed to see them almost before they were happening and back off a little. He went slow, and Adam had to admire his friend’s patience.

  Gradually, as his body adjusted, Adam felt a craving to be filled by more than that finger. Even when Liam eased another one in, shifting them both inside him, it soon didn’t feel enough.

  And then Liam’s fingertips found a spot deep inside of Adam, a spot that no one had ever touched before which made his breath come in short, shallow little gasped and his body clench up with the most amazing, intense sensation.

  “Liam! Now,” Adam said, realizing that there was only one thing that was going to satisfy him. He needed Liam on top of him, he needed to feel his best friend’s body, needed to know that he was safe and cared for while these strange sensations went through him.

  That was why Liam was so perfect for him. Adam could feel safe with him, could allow himself to feel these things that had been forbidden and unlooked at for so long.

  Luckily, Liam didn’t ask him if he was sure. Maybe he could tell that that wasn’t necessary, that Adam, in fact, might scream if he didn’t get what he needed. Liam just nodded, and then slipped his fingers out of him.

  There was a brief moment of emptiness, a feeling of needing to be filled, which Liam, once more, seemed to sense. Briefly, Liam fumbled with the lube, slicking his cock up, and then he was mercifully on top of Adam, kissing him as he felt the thick, slippery head of his cock against his hole.

  He’d been prepared so well that Adam felt no pain at all. There was only a sense of shuddering satisfaction, of overwhelming pleasure, as Liam pushed inside him for the very first time. Slowly, he took Adam, and Adam groaned and locked his legs around him and moved with him.

  It was all so perfect. It was sex in a way that Adam had never felt before. It was more than just the physical connection of their bodies, but also of their minds. Each thrust seemed to only bring them closer together, until Adam lost himself completely in an attempt to get as close to Liam, to his best friend, to his lover, as he possibly could.

  Clinging to Liam with both arms and legs, the two of them rocked together, and Adam looked up at the man who was buried so deep inside him, gazing into his gorgeous, bright eyes, unable to look away for anything.

  “I love you,” Adam admitted, and he meant it with everything in him. “I love you, Liam.”

  “I love you too,” Liam replied, no hesitation at all in his voice. Adam knew, linked as intimately as they were, that Liam meant it.

  That was all it took for Adam to come, but he didn’t close his eyes as the pleasure washed over him. He looked deep into Liam’s eyes, and when Liam came, too, he got to see his best friend’s pleasure and feel himself be filled with his fluids and it just made his pleasure seem to go on forever.

  “I love you,” Adam repeated again, only it was more than just loving him. It was being in love with him, and he had to wonder if Liam would even be okay with that if he knew.

  Chapter Twelve

  Liam

  Adam was asleep, and Liam didn’t want to wake him up. They’d both been through a lot the previous night, but Adam had been the one who had thought he was straight, and who had now had a guy inside him, and doubtless he could use the rest.

  Besides, it was Adam’s day off. These days, he’d been getting one day a week, and sometimes not even that. They didn’t have much to do that day, so why not let the poor guy sleep?

  There was one pretty major thing they had to do, and Liam was both looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time. He’d never really been the kind of guy that his lovers would want to introduce to their parents, and he’d never wanted to be.

  Of course, he wasn’t going to exactly be introduced to Adam’s parents. He already knew them. This would just be the first time that he and Adam announced that they were together, or whatever they were doing, to anyone.

  What they were doing, Liam wasn’t even sure. All he really knew was that he loved Adam, and he wanted to be with him. Oh, and that the sex was incredible. But Liam didn’t tend to do relationships at all and Adam had been sure he was straight.

  Maybe going slow was the best bet.

  He couldn’t help but smile as he looked at Adam, though, asleep on the bed, his lips parted and his face relaxed, his hair, which was undoubtedly starting to get shaggy, hanging in his face. The man was beautiful. Every damn thing about him, inside and outside, was stunning.

  Liam rested on his side, still warm and sleepy, and just enjoyed the Sunday morning sunshine, which the most amazing man he knew sleeping in his bed. It was a moment that he knew he’d remember forever.

  Adam’s hair was getting long enough that it was getting bleached by the sun, Liam noticed. His hand, resting on the pillow, was just as beautiful as it had always been, only now the callouses that had once been there from playing the guitar were largely gone.

  And a million other details about Adam, Liam noticed. God, he was so horribly in love. He’d never felt anything like this before, but he’d been told that when he was in love, he would know. And he did.

  Adam stirred, and those stunning green eyes opened. For just a moment, Adam looked confused, and then he smiled and held out his arms to Liam. Of course Liam went, wrapping himself up in Adam.

  Watching the man sleep was all very well and good, but having him in his arms was much better.

  “Morning,” Adam murmured, his voice husky with sleep, and Liam smiled and hugged him close in response.

  “Mmm,” Liam commented, and then added, “What do you wanna do today? Before going to your parents’ place, I mean?”

  Adam pulled away from the tight embrace. Not completely, but just enough to look into Liam’s eyes.

  “Do you have any music work that needs to be done?” Adam asked. “For some reason, I really want to play the guitar.”

  “I can make that happen for you,” Liam said, and he tried to keep his voice calm, but honestly, he was rejoicing inside. It was surely too soon for him to be hoping that Adam might come back to him, come back to the band, but that didn’t seem to stop him from hoping anyway.

  They didn’t go
right away, though. First, Liam kissed Adam, and then Adam kissed him back, and before long, they were too tangled up in each other to go anywhere for at least a half an hour.

  * * *

  Later, Liam took Adam’s hand in his and massaged at the sore muscles. Liam knew very well just how sore they would be, because they had just played guitars and sang together for several hours.

  It was just like old times, only better, because there was this low, simmering undertone of sexual tension in everything they did.

  “I’m going to be writing a lot of love songs,” Liam realized suddenly. He ran his fingers over the strained muscles of Adam’s fingers and hands, up to his fingertips, which were grooved from the guitar strings.

  “I wanna help.” Adam looked at him, his hand relaxed and trusting in Liam’s grip. “I wanna help you write those songs. And play them.”

  Liam had to caution himself against being too optimistic. After all, this was what he’d wanted for so long, and there was a good chance he was seeing more in an innocent comment than was actually there.

  “You know that I always want help from you,” Liam said, and it was nothing more than the truth. His songs since Adam had left were missing something.

  There was a silence between them, and though Liam sort of hated himself for it, he ended up speaking again.

  “Do you want to come back?” He looked into Adam’s eyes, still holding his hand, and rushed on to continue before his best friend could speak. “Not full time, if you don’t want to. But we need you, Adam. I need you. We both know Josh isn’t going to be around much longer.”

  Liam was right on the edge of just outright firing Josh, after all. Assuming that Josh didn’t just leave himself. He certainly hadn’t seemed very happy since Liam had spoken to him about the Yolanda thing.

  There was a very long silence, and Liam, who was usually pretty laid back about everything, had to struggle not to nervously fill that silence with chatter. After all, it was a big thing. Liam figured it was normal for Adam to want to take at least a few seconds to think about it.

  “You couldn’t count on me,” Adam said quietly. “If anyone better came along, I’d want you to take them. I still have my job at the bank, but … I’ll do it.”

  Even that much was a huge deal, and Liam knew it. Adam’s mom would be furious if she knew, and chances were, other high and mighty people in the bank wouldn’t be thrilled, either.

  Even so, Liam knew that he would never give up on Adam. He knew that he would not try to replace him, because what was the point? None of the guitarists who had come and gone had been Adam, and that was all there was to it.

  Until Adam told him that he couldn’t do it at all, Liam knew that he would hold the spot for Adam. He also thought there was a pretty good chance that, once Adam was doing this again, he would realize how much he loved it.

  Or maybe he was just hoping. Either way, it was an incredible feeling to have Adam back, no matter how long it lasted.

  * * *

  The time flew by, and before Liam knew it, it was time for them to go to Adam’s parents’ house for dinner. The whole thing should be utterly hilarious, but it was also a little terrifying, it had to be said.

  Adam’s mother was an imposing woman. She always had been, and it had always been very clear that she didn’t like or approve of Liam. Even though Liam was now an adult, and had been living on his own for years, something about the way she looked at him made him feel about twelve.

  At least Adam’s father would likely just ignore the whole situation. That’s more or less what he always did. Adam had no idea how the man felt about him, but whatever it was, he kept it to himself.

  Liam had taken some care with his clothes, though he wasn’t going to be dressing up in a suit anytime soon. But he picked clean, dark jeans that weren’t ripped, a dressy button-up shirt, and he’d even tied his long blond curls back away from his face.

  Looking in the mirror, he had to admit he looked good. Strange, of course, not like himself, but still good. Adam came up behind him and kissed his neck, and he shivered. There were advantages to having his hair up, apparently.

  “You clean up nicely,” Adam admitted. He was dressed slightly more formally than Liam, with khaki pants instead of jeans, but otherwise, he looked about the same as Adam did. Neither of them looked overly fussy.

  The funny thing is, it was dressing up for Liam, and dressing down for Adam, who normally wore a suit.

  “Thanks. Let’s go.” Liam grinned in the mirror, looking into Adam’s eyes. He could tell that Adam was nervous, and he didn’t want to add to that with his own nerves.

  Oh, but part of him was going to enjoy this. Looking into her eyes when she realized that the pretty, sweet, probably blonde girl that she undoubtedly assumed her son was bringing home was, in fact, Liam.

  Turning around, he hugged the other man close. He kissed him hard, and then forced himself to pull away. Any more of that and he wouldn’t be able to make himself leave.

  “I love you,” Liam said suddenly. He just needed Adam to know that before they went into the metaphorical dragon’s den.

  “I love you, too,” Adam said, and Liam found himself believing it. He smiled, then took Adam’s hand and squeezed it as they turned to go.

  * * *

  They held hands right up until they were outside of the huge house that Adam’s parents’ now called home. When growing up, Liam had always thought that Adam lived in a mansion, but he’d been wrong. It had just been a big house.

  This was a mansion.

  Without even needing to talk about it, they let go of each other’s hands and got out of Adam’s car. It was a smooth ride, despite the nondescript exterior, and Liam sort of found himself wishing he could stay in safety inside it.

  Maybe he was growing up, almost despite himself. Once, he would have been skipping inside to rub this in Adam’s mother’s face. Now, he was mostly here to support Adam.

  They got out, and the door to the house opened. Adam’s mother, dressed immaculately as always, not a hair out of place on her blonde head, stood there, her face stretched in a wide smile that disappeared as Adam and Liam walked up the walkway to the house.

  “Mom, you remember Liam,” Adam said, and he was smooth as silk about it. His time in the bank had clearly taught him some skills about dealing with people, and Liam was impressed.

  “Of course,” the woman said, and she was not exactly gracious about it, but her tone wasn’t outright rude. Which didn’t mean that she was any happier about it, and he could see that in her green eyes.

  It was strange and unsettling to see such open dislike in those eyes which were so much like Adam’s.

  For a moment, Liam was sure that she wasn’t going to move out of the door and let them in. Adam didn’t seem sure, either, and Liam could actually feel his best friend tensing up beside him.

  “Come in, Adam. It’s lovely to see you,” she finally said, and moved out of the door. The fact that she ignored Liam completely sort of amused him more than anything else. When Liam glanced over at Adam, he saw that his best friend did not look impressed, though.

  “Dinner’s almost ready. Have a seat at the table,” the woman directed, though maybe, if she’d seen the look that Adam was giving her, she wouldn’t have sounded so authoritarian. Adam looked like he wanted to say something, but Liam touched his hand and Adam visibly forced himself to take a deep breath and then led the way to the dining room.

  Liam hadn’t been in this room before. This house was new since the last time he’d been welcome (if that was the word for the grudging acceptance Adam’s mother showed) and he tried not to gawk as he looked around.

  Adam’s family was clearly doing all right for themselves, if the marble and expensive wood, not to mention works of art that Liam would be willing to bet were priceless, was anything to go off of.

  It was hard not to feel overawed, but as Adam and Liam took their places at the table, Adam put his hand on Liam’s leg and that helped
. This was, after all, just a house, however nice. It didn’t even look that fun to live in, to be honest, not with all the fussiness and fanciness.

  Without making a big deal about it, Liam reached down and linked his fingers into Adam’s. It felt nice, like they were linked together, like they were in this for each other, and that was a good feeling.

  A few moments later, Adam’s father came in, and Liam frowned. He hadn’t seen the man for awhile, but his first thought was that this was a man who was not well. He couldn’t have been older than sixty, but his face was pale and drawn and there were lines around his eyes.

  Of course, it had been a long time since Liam had last seen him. Maybe it was just natural aging.

  Still, had the man’s skin always seemed so sallow? Not that Liam could remember. He had been around the man quite a bit through the years, and he couldn’t seem to remember seeing him that particular color.

  Should he say something? Just as he was deciding that he should, Adam’s mother walked into the room, carrying a dish of lasagna that smelled delicious. How the woman had learned to cook so well as well as parenting a child and having such a stressful career, he didn’t know.

  Once they were all settled and served, Adam’s mother turned a brittle smile on her son. All at once, Liam felt his hackles rising. The meeting so far had not gone all that well, but neither had it been outright hostile. There was probably no reason for him to feel the way that he did, but somehow, he was sure something was going to happen and that it wasn’t going to be good.

  Nor was he wrong.

  “So I thought you were bringing home someone special to meet us,” the woman said, and there was malice in her voice, yes, and a deliberate attempt to slight Liam.

  Though Adam’s jaw got tense, he seemed completely at ease. Only someone paying very close attention would have been able to see how stressed he was. Liam could tell by the way Adam toyed with his fork, pulling apart the layers of lasagna on his plate but not actually eating anything.