He worked his finger back and forth, using his mouth to counter the motion. One of Adam’s hands settled on the back of his head, but there was no pressure, so Kyle continued his slow pace. When he felt Adam relax again around his finger, he slid almost all the way out, then added a second finger and pushed back in.
“Oh fuck.” Adam groaned, and his hand tightened in Kyle’s hair. Adam’s hips kicked up again, harder, and he bumped against the back of Kyle’s throat. Kyle stilled, waiting again for him to relax. He let Adam’s cock fall from his mouth, flopping back to his belly, red and slick with spit.
“Patience, Mr. Hathaway. You wanted this.” He nuzzled at Adam’s balls, taking one, then the other into his mouth, before releasing each with a pop. Curly hairs tickled the bridge of his nose, making him laugh, and Adam shuddered underneath him at the vibration. He spread his fingers apart inside Adam’s ass, and continued to move slowly back and forth.
“If I’d known you were going to be such a fucking tease,” Adam said, “I’d have fucked you instead.” His hips worked on their own, pressing back against Kyle’s hand, and his cock leaked steadily across his belly. Kyle kissed the flat space of Adam’s abs.
“Promises, promises.” He pulled his fingers out entirely, watching with satisfaction as Adam’s hips continued to flex for a second, seeking stimulation that wasn’t there. Kyle took the lube and spread more across both hands. With one fist, he started to work Adam’s cock in earnest, while he slid three fingers back inside him.
Adam hissed. His teeth were clenched, making his jaw look like it was made of steel. Kyle twisted one hand and then the other, enjoying the sensation as Adam’s cock strained in his hand.
“Just a little bit longer.” He spread his fingers as Adam relaxed. They were ready, but he was enjoying the way Adam thrashed on the sheets. The red flush that spread across his throat and shoulders made Kyle feel powerful with the knowledge that Adam wanted Kyle as badly as Kyle wanted him.
“Oh fuck, please, Kyle.” Adam pushed down. Kyle’s own cock twitched as it strained to join the party. He pulled his hands back. Adam’s legs fell open, and his stomach rose and fell as he breathed hard.
Kyle smacked Adam’s hand away when he reached down to palm himself. “That’s mine,” he said. Adam smiled and huffed out a breathless laugh. Kyle opened the wrapper on the condom. His fingers shook as he slid it on, and he was so sensitive he had to bite his lip and focus on steadying his breath as he lubed up his cock.
“You’re so beautiful,” Adam said. Kyle leaned in for a kiss, their tongues gliding around each other. Adam’s hands were on his ass again, pushing their bodies together.
“You’re not very good at patience either, are you?” Kyle laughed. Adam growled and lifted his head to try to catch Kyle’s neck with his mouth. Kyle leaned back a little farther, and then knelt between Adam’s legs. Adam lifted his feet, bracing his knees wide and toward his chest, and Kyle’s whole body shuddered at the invitation. He took a deep breath and positioned himself at the entrance of Adam’s ass. As he exhaled, he pressed in. Adam pressed back, growling through gritted teeth. His eagerness to get Kyle inside of him was making Kyle crazy. He was going to need to hum the opening theme to Princess Amazonia to keep from coming too soon.
Kyle fell forward. He planted his hands on either side of Adam’s head and continued to push in on one long breath, sliding forward until he was in all the way. Adam groaned and arched, while Kyle dropped his head for a second to collect himself. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to ground himself. He was only aware of the tight, hot sensation of being buried deep inside someone. He had no idea if the lights were on or off in the room, or how long it had been since he’d delivered his breathless speech at Adam’s door. All he could see and feel was Adam.
Adam clutched at him. His blunt fingernails raked over Kyle’s skin, and the scraping sensation helped to bring Kyle back to himself.
“Please,” Adam whispered into Kyle’s ear. “You gotta move, I need—” His words were cut off as Kyle slid back until only the tip of him was still inside Adam. He braced his hands around Adam’s thighs, and then thrust back in, grinning as Adam’s eyes widened and breath exploded out of him. Watching him lose control was mesmerizing. Kyle repeated the motion, and Adam scrabbled for a handhold, finally reaching above himself to grip the headboard. Kyle bent forward to kiss him, letting it get sloppy before he retreated again. He was panting as he slid in as slowly as he could stand, his body melting, inch by inch, into Adam’s heat.
“More?” he asked. Adam nodded frantically. This was a wordless Mr. Hathaway that Kyle could get used to. He bent down, until Adam’s knees were pressed against his chest, pushing in as far as he could go. He pulled back, just an inch, and then surged in, then again, and again. He picked up the pace, using short thrusts as the heat and friction threatened to fry his brain.
Adam pulled his head down, mashing their lips together in a sloppy kiss as Kyle’s hips continued to slap against Adam’s ass. Kyle let his mouth roam over Adam’s face and chest. Adam was so tight inside, clutching at him like a fist, flexing and holding him. Kyle gritted his teeth. He wasn’t going to be able to drag this out, but he needed Adam to feel as lust drunk as he did right now. Kyle spread his knees a bit, changing the angle, and Adam clenched around him as Kyle rubbed against Adam’s prostate.
“Yeah?” he said, although he wasn’t sure what the question was.
Adam didn’t seem to care. “Fuck yeah.”
Kyle slid one hand towards Adam’s cock, but Adam caught him halfway there, and pulled his hand back up so it was clutched over Adam’s head.
“Keep going.” He bit at a tendon in Kyle’s neck, making him gasp. A tingling started in the center of Kyle’s low back. He picked up his pace, pressing himself as close as he could to Adam. His hips were moving on their own now, snapping against Adam like they were on a rubber band.
“I’m—I’m gonna—” He couldn’t get his breath long enough to make the words, and anyway, it appeared that Adam was on the same page because a second later his ass clamped down on Kyle’s cock, while he groaned and the hand holding Kyle’s clenched and then went slack. Come, slick and warm, slid over Kyle’s belly where it was pressed against Adam and his beautiful cock.
It was all the feedback Kyle needed. He buried his face in the crook of Adam’s neck. The rasp of Adam’s stubble tickled over his skin, and he felt the sensation from his neck all the way down his spine. He tried to keep pace for two seconds longer, and then gave in as he came inside the condom. He spasmed and wrapped himself around Adam’s body, pretty sure he’d have flown apart otherwise.
His breathing seemed loud as he blew into the dark space between Adam and the sheets. His hips continued to flex for another few seconds as he rode out the last of his orgasm. One of Adam’s warm hands settled on his back between his shoulder blades, while Adam gasped underneath him.
They lay there in silence for a moment, spent and lazy, and then Kyle eased himself back, kissing along Adam’s shoulders as he went. He could feel the slippery warmth of Adam’s come, mashed into the skin where they’d lain against each other.
“Ew.” Kyle wrinkled his nose. “I guess I’d sorta forgotten about that part.”
“It’s a hazard.” Adam’s eyes were closed, and he was smiling. Kyle sat up and studied at the sticky mess on his stomach. The whole thing was kind of amazing, but it was going to get gross quickly if he didn’t clean up.
“Shower?”
“Is that an invitation?” Adam opened one eye.
“Oh god. Mr. Hathaway gets laid, and suddenly he’s all smug?” Kyle laughed. He slid the condom off with a snap. Adam might have raised an eyebrow, but since he still only had one eye open, it was hard to tell. He lay there for another moment, naked and spread out for Kyle to admire. The invitation was obvious, and it wasn’t one Kyle was going to turn down. His smile turned playful.
“Whatever, man, it’s your shower. You do what you like.” He headed for th
e door. The bed creaked behind him. Kyle glanced over his shoulder to see Adam stalking toward him, a gleam in his eye. Kyle’s grin spread. He took another step out into the apartment, and Adam prowled closer. Laughter boiled in Kyle’s chest, and he picked up the pace. Adam sped up. His expression turned demanding. Kyle was across the apartment before large warm hands closed around him, as the bathroom door slammed shut behind them both.
fuck you very much mr. Hathaway
He had just come in from a run when the phone buzzed in the holder on Adam’s arm. He was struck by a sense of déjà vu as he found a text and an attached picture from Kyle. In the picture, Kyle was pointing out a new purplish bruise on his neck. Warmth spread inside Adam as he read the text and stared at the picture, before he texted back: It looks good on you.
Kyle’s reply was accompanied by a number of grumpy-looking emojis.
yeah well next time go easy
it’s going to be harder to hide this one from my dad
you and your mouth are a menace.
There hadn’t been any complaints about Adam’s mouth last night.
The hot water prickled over his skin in the shower, making everything hypersensitive. He took a deep breath. It felt like the first good breath he’d taken in a long time. The water trailed down his body, and Adam closed his eyes. He floated on the sensation, and the memories of Kyle’s hands and mouth, the heat and weight of the other man’s body over him.
There were no new messages on his phone when he got out of the shower. He felt a stab of disappointment, followed by a flash of derision that he should be disappointed. Adam went to get dressed, but as he pulled clean pants on, he heard the whisper of Kyle’s voice in his ear.
“Use your words.”
He could picture Kyle’s soft smile, which made him think of Kyle’s mouth and those long fingers that needed to touch every inch of Adam’s body, inside and out. The memory made him shiver, and he started typing, willing his nerves to keep it together.
I want to see you again.
There. Words. His words. Short and to the point.
His first stop was the café. After Kyle hijacked Adam’s phone, Rebecca had been remarkably silent. She had probably been nervous to interrupt them any further. Adam appreciated the optimism that had led her to believe that this late into the morning was still not safe to call or text, but that would only last so much longer. Eventually, she would want all the details, and she would be relentless. She would use guilt and bargaining and hot meals to try to get it out of him. Better to meet her head-on, in his own time.
He was disappointed as he walked into the shop and she wasn’t immediately visible. There was a small army of staff working behind the counter, but none of them were Rebecca. Adam rolled his eyes as the tension uncoiled itself a little in his chest. It was silly, but he was relieved his sister hadn’t been watching for his car to pull up so she could pounce and interrogate him.
He ordered a coffee and a danish, and sat at an empty table near the counter. His phone buzzed on the table while he stirred cream into his mug. The text message was from Kyle and said me too.
The tension uncoiled another notch. He set his coffee down and started to thumb a reply: You could come.
“So.”
Adam’s hands jerked. Rebecca had Navy-SEALed her way up to his table without him noticing. Now she stood with her hands on her hips and an arch in her eyebrow that said coming into her territory without warning had been a bad idea.
Adam slipped his phone into his pocket, his reply to Kyle incomplete. “Good morning.” He hunched down, trying to appear small and uninteresting as Rebecca loomed over him. She slid into the seat across from him and clasped his hands. Adam felt the phone vibrate, but as his fingers twitched to dig it out, Rebecca’s hands pressed firmly, pinning him to the tabletop.
The phone buzzed again.
The silence stretched, but when he opened his mouth to speak, she cut him off with a short jerk of her chin before she resumed her staring contest. She continued for longer than was socially appropriate. Adam was trapped between her stare and the heat of his coffee. It was a relief, a few moments later, when she broke into the broadest smile. White teeth flashed, and her eyes sparkled as she sat back in her chair.
“You’re okay!”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “You thought I wasn’t?”
“I’m allowed to worry, aren’t I?”
“We do have a mother for stuff like that, you know.”
“She’s not here, and I am.”
Adam inclined his head in agreement, but held his tongue. It was better to only answer direct questions so Rebecca didn’t get swept away in planning his happy ending after only one date.
He took a sip of his coffee. He took a bite of his danish. He wiped crumbs off his chin.
Rebecca squirmed. It was very satisfying.
“So you . . .” Her head bobbed up and down like a nervous bird. “You’re not going to tell me anything?”
It had been a good idea, coming here, not giving her time to prepare her attack.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” he said.
“There was kissing?” Rebecca’s eyes got big. Adam cursed his carelessness. He’d been so busy being pleased with himself, he’d given her an in. He bought time with another mouthful of coffee.
“There was kissing,” he said. Rebecca wriggled in her seat. “But that was only . . .” he dropped his voice low so that she was forced to lean toward him to hear, like they were two conspirators in broad daylight, “foreplay, for the . . . what was Kyle’s word? Unspeakable? Unmentionable. His hands were certainly unmentionable . . .”
Rebecca snapped back like she’d been burnt, clapping her hands over her ears. “Stop!” A few people at neighboring tables turned to see what was going on, but Adam just chuckled and chewed on his pastry. He was enjoying this; it was so rare he got the upper hand with her. Rebecca’s eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms over her chest, but Adam wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of speaking first. Instead, he downed the rest of his coffee and waved at a woman across the café whose daughter had been in his class the year before.
Eventually, Rebecca stood, stepped around the table, and kissed his forehead. “We will never speak of this again.”
“Love you too.”
Back in his car, Adam checked his phone and found sixteen unread text messages. Surprisingly, or maybe not, they were all from Kyle. His half-finished message had sent itself, so that the conversation read:
Adam: I want to see you again.
Kyle: me too
Adam: You should come
Kyle: ?
i should come where?
hello?
is this thing on?
mr. Hathaway?
i should come where?
3 times last night didn’t count?
;)
I take that last one back
but not really
Bean and I are going to register for swimming lessons
For her, not me
I can swim
she can’t
Hence the lessons
i’ll stop now
Adam smiled. Serial texters usually irritated him, but he could hear Kyle’s breathless voice narrating the entire thing.
Sister ambush, he wrote. In fairness, he’d tried to be the ambusher for a change, instead of the ambushee. Either way, he was glad he’d gotten it over with. Kyle replied quickly.
do I need to call her again?
what should I tell her we’re doing?
Adam ran through a list of options. The idea of tormenting Rebecca more was still appealing, but she was unlikely to fall for it again. Despite that, he took a minute to imagine the hints that would drive her crazy, and then another minute to let those fantasies play out in his head. In the end he decided to let sleeping dogs lie.
Adam: What happened to swimming lessons?
Kyle: leaving soon.
waiting for the princess to pick the perfect princess ha
t
I can multitask.
I’m a mullet asker
*multi tasker
auto correct
she only has three hats. you’d think this would be a faster process
but you would be wrong
Adam grinned like an idiot.
He headed back to his apartment, but didn’t want to stay inside. He needed a distraction. The sense of new connection demanded action, but Adam was trying to pace himself.
He killed the morning running errands. He went to the grocery store and bought all four food groups for a change. He did laundry, and found himself at the community center in time for basketball. Ben, Ryan, and the rest of the guys were there as usual. There were seven of them in total, an odd number.
“What happened to Kyle?” Ryan asked. For a minute Adam thought Ryan had asked him and he froze.
Then Ben said, “He had some things to do with his daughter.”
“I’ll play with Ben and Neil,” Adam said. “You guys can try to keep up with us.”
The game was good. The activity helped to focus Adam. His body was tired from the late night before and he lagged a little toward the end, but he couldn’t be sorry. If any of the guys noticed, they didn’t say anything to him, besides the usual ribbing that went to the losing team. They played for an hour, and when they headed back to change, Adam was glad he had come out to play. Still, when he reached his locker, he checked his phone, and his heart sped up at the new text that was waiting.
Kyle: date #2. When?
He wrote back quickly: Tomorrow?
It was soon, the suggestion impulsive, but the school week was busy and waiting until the following week was too long to wait. There was no immediate reply, so he got changed and followed the rest of the guys out.
At Morrison’s, they followed their usual patterns. Ryan ordered hot wings he couldn’t stomach. Heartburn nachos for Ben and Neil. Greek salad with a side of jokes at his expense for Adam. Neil complained about his ex-wife who now wanted Neil to buy her half of the house.
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