Kyle braced his hands on the doorframe; he was pretty sure his legs weren’t going to hold him up. He hadn’t been able to find a parking spot in front of Adam’s building, so he’d parked about three blocks away and run the whole distance back. He’d nearly collapsed into the apartment when Adam opened the door.
“Hi,” he said breathlessly.
Adam stood silently in front of him, and Kyle said a wordless prayer that this was going to work.
“So I had this idea, in the van.” He hesitated, because it had been such a clear thought in the van, but now that he tried to verbalize it to a surprised and still distractingly hot Adam, it was proving tough to put it together. “You, Mr. Hathaway. Adam. You are so bad with feelings.” Adam’s eyebrows shot up into his hair at this, but Kyle pushed on. “And also terrible at using your words. I’ve tried hard to teach Caroline how to do that, and I think we’d both agree it’s gone well. So maybe I can help you too. Could I do that?”
He waited for a response, but none came, so he moved on to the next point he’d come up with on his aborted drive, while his heart pounded in his chest. “Life is short. And sometimes it’s even shorter than that, so you have to recognize the important moments. We had one, back there with the ice cream. It was one of those turning points where everything was about to get good. And then of course I opened my mouth, and my stupid verbal filter went on the fritz and I ruined it.”
He’d spent most of the walk back to his van trying to come up with a way to apologize for that, but the words hadn’t come until he’d already been driving away. “So I came back here to say I’m sorry for basically propositioning you in an ice cream parlor. I hope you know I meant what I said, about liking you. I wasn’t ready to leave you yet, back there, on the street. And I hate this, this coy phase of dating when everyone is trying to make a good impression and no one says what they mean and—” He stopped, pulled in a breath, and straightened up in the hall. He needed to get to his point.
“What I’m trying to say is I really like you and I don’t want to be left guessing what comes next, so I came back here hoping you could use a couple of your words, and tell me exactly what we should take this slow means for you. Please.”
With that, he closed his mouth with a clack and stuffed his fists into the pockets of his jacket. His ears rang in the silence.
Adam swallowed and opened his mouth, but still no words came out.
Kyle pressed his lips together and turned to go. It was one epic failure after another for Team Fenton. His apology had been the final phase of the colossally stupid plan that stretched back as far as the night he’d kissed Adam in his car.
“You talk too much,” Adam said behind him.
Kyle froze and licked his lips, afraid that if he turned around, he’d find out Adam hadn’t said anything at all.
“It’s part of my charm?”
“Come in please.” There was a shuffling of feet and a soft creak as a door was opened wider. Kyle turned and stepped forward, and then forward again, until he’d crossed through the door and into Adam’s apartment.
As soon as he was in, Adam turned him around so they were facing each other. He was very near, his big body radiating heat as he crowded Kyle. He walked him backward, deeper into the apartment. The intensity in his eyes made Kyle gulp, as relief that he hadn’t been wrong after all set his insides on fire.
They continued like that into the living room. Adam loomed big and silent, keeping pace so that Kyle couldn’t make any space between them. Kyle clutched at him, until the back of his legs bumped against the back of Adam’s couch. With nowhere else to go, he held his ground while Adam moved in on him.
Adam hadn’t said anything since he’d let Kyle in. And instead of speaking now, he leaned in to press his face against the side of Kyle’s jaw. His nose grazed at the skin of Kyle’s neck, raising goose bumps. Warm hands slipped inside Kyle’s jacket, the same motion that had teased him at the ice cream place and out on the street earlier. He wanted to peel off every piece of clothing he wore, to find out where Adam would touch him, given the chance. Adam’s stubble and lips whispered over his throat, making him gasp.
“Use your words, Adam.” It came out as a choked rasp, rather than real sound. “Any words you want, so I know where you stand, okay?”
Adam inhaled, and he pressed closer, stepping one foot between Kyle’s two.
“I don’t want slow.” Adam leaned in to lick the hollow between Kyle’s collarbones. Kyle breathed out roughly and let the couch take the rest of his weight.
“Not slow?”
But Adam didn’t seem interested in talking about it further. His hands slid over Kyle’s skin while his mouth worked at Kyle’s neck, and all Kyle could do was tilt his head farther back to give Adam better access. He was melting from the inside out, his pulse speeding up and his body tightening. This was going to be a repeat of the night after the barbecue. At least they’d made it as far as the living room this time.
“Adam.” Kyle pushed him. Adam growled as he pressed his lips to Kyle’s throat and crowded him, tipping Kyle off-balance. When he squirmed to right himself, Adam’s hands tightened on his body and Adam’s teeth pulled at the skin behind Kyle’s ear. The vibration took a path straight to Kyle’s groin. His blood boiled and his cock twitched. And then the vibration continued, and a thought cleared the lust from Kyle’s brain for a moment.
It wasn’t Adam who was vibrating.
“Adam.” Kyle pushed a little more firmly. Adam’s grip didn’t give. The vibration came again. It pulsed at the sensitive spot inside Kyle’s hip bone, making his eyes cross. “Hey.” He twisted his head to avoid Adam’s mouth, but Adam seemed to take that as an invitation to work back to his throat. “Adam, stop. You’re buzzing, man. Something’s buzzing.” Kyle pushed again, and this time Adam stepped back. He blinked and swayed like a drunk, and then finally fished his phone out of his pocket. The screen showed a missed call. A second later, a text message appeared on the screen.
Call me or I’m coming over!
It was from Rebecca.
Adam stared at the phone wordlessly.
Oh hell.
Kyle snatched the phone from Adam and pressed Redial. Rebecca picked up on the first ring.
“Adam? What the hell? Are you okay? Should I—”
“Rebecca, it’s Kyle. Please don’t come over, and please stop texting. Your brother is on the verge of doing some unspeakable things to me, and you’re killing the mood.”
He didn’t bother to wait for a response, just ended the call and tossed the phone on the couch. Adam gaped at him, cheeks flushed under dark stubble.
“What did you say to my sister?” His voice was husky in a way that made Kyle ache. Damn nosy older sisters. At the rate they’d been going, they could have been naked already.
“What needed to be said. You can thank me later, but first shut up and kiss me.” He reached for Adam, but the other man pulled back, just out of reach. Kyle’s heart lurched. Then Adam’s face split into a smile like the sun bursting from behind a cloud. His cheeks turned pink, his eyes crinkled up in the corners, and a crack of laughter echoed through the whole apartment.
Kyle watched, amazed, as reserved Mr. Hathaway doubled over in laughter. Adam blindly pulled himself forward until he was sitting on the back of the couch next to Kyle, then wrapped both arms around his middle.
“You—” he pointed at Kyle, and then back toward the phone “—and she—” he laughed again “—and then you—” His laughter turned silent, mouth open wide as his shoulders shook and tears leaked from his eyes. Kyle waited nervously, hoping he hadn’t screwed this up again. Adam gathered him closer, then tipped across the back of the couch, taking them both over to the other side.
“Hey!” Kyle flailed, but Adam’s momentum was too much to stop. They tumbled over, and Adam twisted them so that they settled mostly lengthwise along the couch, with Kyle lying on top. His head was positioned somewhere in the middle of Adam’s chest, and his legs hung over the far arm of the sofa. He shimmied up until he and Adam were face-to-face.
“That was amazing.” Adam brought Kyle’s mouth in for a smacking kiss. His whole body shook, and he wiped at his eyes. “She’s going to give me hell in the morning but—” He continued to laugh a little, but the hysteria was finally subsiding. His eyes were half-closed, and he captured Kyle’s mouth with his lips. It was a long slow kiss that had Kyle gasping when they finished.
“Unmentionable things, huh?” Adam slid his hands down Kyle’s back to grab his butt and squeeze. Kyle’s body heated as Adam’s cock pressed against his through their pants. He ground against him, making Adam inhale sharply.
“Unspeakable things, Mr. Hathaway.” Kyle tried to keep his face serious as he said it, but the muscles in the corners of his mouth twitched, and the smile was unstoppable.
“Oh really?” Adam nuzzled at Kyle’s throat.
“Mmm.” Kyle needed to get some clothes off, and some of Adam’s too, but the narrow width of the couch made it impossible for him to reach around without tipping over and tumbling to the floor. He squirmed and, when he decided there was no hope for it, wiggled himself so that at least he landed on his feet.
He wobbled upright. Adam sat up and watched from hooded eyes as Kyle finally took off his coat. His fingers shook, so he skipped the buttons of his shirt and pulled the whole thing off in one motion. Adam tugged him forward and his mouth worked across Kyle’s ribs, while his hands ran up and down the rough fabric of Kyle’s jeans. The sensation made Kyle tremble. He threaded his fingers into the coarse strands of Adam’s hair, as Adam’s teeth nibbled at his skin. He flinched as Adam bit harder, then mouthed over the spot with lips and tongue.
“Promise me I’m not going to look like a horny teenager in the morning.” Kyle gripped Adam’s shoulders. Adam’s mouth moved lower, to just above the button of Kyle’s fly. Kyle’s erection leapt to life, straining for stimulation.
“Mmm,” Adam said, which might have been a confirmation, but might not. Kyle pressed his fingers tighter into the material of Adam’s shirt.
“Use your words,” he hissed. Instead, Adam mouthed across Kyle’s fly. Oh god. Kyle was going to run out of words very soon if Adam kept up like this. His fingers burrowed back into Adam’s hair and pulled, not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough that Adam had to lift his head up. It was a mistake Kyle regretted almost immediately, as Adam’s eyes flashed through anger, hunger, need, and lust in a second.
“Want you.” In one movement, Adam stood, catching Kyle’s mouth with his as he did. His hand wrapped around the back of Kyle’s neck, bringing them close.
Kyle had been honest when he said he’d been with other guys in college. At the time, their fumbling attempts at sex had felt hot, but it had never been like this, like Adam’s hard body pushing at his, demanding a response. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on Adam’s shirt, getting distracted as Adam sucked on his shoulder. Kyle took a step back, and nearly fell as he kicked one end of Adam’s coffee table.
“I want . . . I want—” he whispered as he feverishly tried to get Adam’s shirt undone. Why were buttons so damn hard?
“What?” Adam asked. His hands worked at the top button of Kyle’s fly, with a finger dipping down occasionally to tease Kyle’s cock.
“Space, room, fuck! I want to see you; I need space to touch you.” He caught Adam’s face between his hands, kissing hungrily. He thrust his tongue forward, trying to take everything he could get in that second. Adam responded in kind, and Kyle tried to hold on to each overwhelming sensation: the scouring roughness of Adam’s stubble on his skin, the taste of him in Kyle’s mouth, the low hum deep in Adam’s chest as he moved closer.
“What do you want, Adam?” Kyle gasped as they broke the kiss. Uncertainty flashed in Adam’s eyes, his mouth opening and closing. Kyle smiled; he’d known Adam was bad at expressing himself, but it might be a deeper issue than he’d first imagined. Kyle kissed him again. “Use your words. One last time, please.” He pushed up, as close to Adam as he could get, until every inch of their bodies was touching. Adam’s chest expanded as he inhaled.
“I want you to fuck me.” Adam’s words were so soft they left no echo in the space of the apartment. Kyle’s whole body tensed. Suddenly, after all the teasing, the misunderstandings, everything felt very real.
“Oh.”
“Kyle?” Adam’s voice was still quiet, but now his eyes were soft too, asking the question his words weren’t.
Kyle gripped Adam’s arms above the elbows. Their solid warmth was comforting, as Kyle’s whole body turned to Jell-O. He swallowed and kissed Adam again. Adam groaned and pressed hands into the small of Kyle’s back, grinding against him. Filthy thoughts spilled through Kyle’s head as he pictured what Adam had asked for. If he asked, Kyle would put Adam down on his hands and knees right there.
“Yeah,” Kyle said, as he came up for air. “Yeah. I can do that.” He took a breath, and when he let go of Adam’s arms, he found his hands weren’t shaking anymore. He undid the buttons of Adam’s shirt and was mesmerized by the swirls of coarse dark hair underneath. He ran his hands over the broad width of Adam’s chest, and then the flat length of his stomach. His brain coughed up images of Olivia naked, all soft curves and smooth skin for comparison. For a second, his insides shrank and his breath went shallow. Then he felt Adam’s hands on his own skin, fingers slipping inside the front of his jeans, and his rational brain fritzed out again.
They kissed like breathing had become optional, and Kyle had to cling to Adam for a second when they came up for air. Their eyes locked for a moment before Adam walked toward the back of the apartment, toward the bedroom. Kyle followed, undoing his pants as he went, trying to calm the riot of thoughts and emotions that vied for attention in his brain. Now was not the time to get distracted. He peeled off his jeans and briefs as he entered the room, and his eyes zeroed in on Adam’s ass, framed in gray pants as the other man bent near the bed. As he moved away, Kyle saw the shape of a small bottle on the nightstand, and then Adam’s hands went to his fly.
“Let me,” Kyle said. He came forward and took a minute to let his hands trail over Adam’s skin before he undid the belt and pulled down the zipper. He pushed so that Adam sank to the bed, sliding back on his elbows, and Kyle used the motion to tug off Adam’s pants and the boxer briefs underneath.
When they were both finally naked, Kyle stood for a second, admiring the man waiting for him: his half-open lips, the dark hair on Adam’s body that thinned over his belly, leading a line down to short curls around dark balls and a bobbing erection.
“Do you—?” Adam’s words seemed to die in his throat as his face turned uncertain.
So bad at feelings.
Kyle crawled up between Adam’s legs and placed a kiss below his belly button. “You’re gorgeous, Mr. Hathaway.”
He worked his way farther upward, licking and nipping a straight path to Adam’s mouth, while their bodies lined up against each other. He shifted until Adam’s erection ground against his own. He flexed his hips, and Adam moaned, big hands cupping Kyle’s ass, adding friction and pressure that made Kyle’s heart skip.
“Gently.” Kyle reached past his head for the bottle on the nightstand. His fingers brushed against the round outline of a condom, and he grabbed that too. Kissing back down Adam’s body, he slid until his shoulders and chest were settled between Adam’s legs. His hands swept up Adam’s muscled thighs, and he nuzzled at the soft skin between Adam’s hip and groin, making him moan. Kyle grinned as he planned his attack. He wanted to know everything about Adam all at once: the noises he made, how he liked to be touched, the things that made him beg.
Gently, Kyle drew a finger along the length of Adam’s erection. It was a beautiful cock, wide and curved a little at the end. As his fingers wrapped the head of Adam’s cock, he hoped he’d get to feel the stretch of it inside of him someday.
A couple gentle pulls and Adam was already squirming. His breath turned rough at the edges when Kyle licked up from the base of Adam’s cock to the tip. Adam’s lips parted and his eyes closed, then he gasped as Kyle opened his mouth and took him in.
“Oh fuck,” Adam hissed. Kyle exhaled as he slid down, hollowing his cheeks, then sucked back up. He looked up at Adam, whose throat worked as he swallowed, and his hands fisted into the comforter. Kyle repeated the motion a few times, letting himself drink in the hitching noises that made their way out of Adam’s throat.
“Ready?” Kyle asked. He flipped open the bottle of lube and spread some over his fingers, feeling it warm against his skin. Adam nodded, and Kyle moved back into position. He teased the skin around Adam’s balls with his teeth. The smell was distracting, musky, so different from Olivia. The tip of Adam’s erection leaked a drop of fluid. Kyle licked it off, enjoying the growl that rumbled from Adam’s chest, before he sucked Adam back into his mouth.
He settled into a slow rhythm, staying high and loose, letting his tongue swirl around the ridged head. Carefully, Kyle slipped his lubed hand down the crease of Adam’s ass until he felt the tight ring of his anus. Adam’s muscles clenched, and his hips kicked up, forcing his length into Kyle’s mouth. Kyle hummed and pressed in with one finger, tentatively at first, asking for entry. He played around the ring until his finger pushed past it and inside. Adam sighed, and Kyle caressed Adam’s thigh with his free hand, seeking the solid warmth under his palm to steady himself. To have gotten this far with Adam was a gift.
Kyle sucked a little harder, and Adam clenched around his finger. As Kyle drew back with his mouth, Adam relaxed, and Kyle pushed his finger farther in. The tight warmth was dazzling, heating the lube more and Adam pulsed around Kyle’s finger gently. Kyle wondered if he’d survive once he finally got his cock inside, but he was willing to try.
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 the 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.