Adrien
“Why are you in such a good mood?”
Micah was always pleasant and warm, but this evening, he was more vibrant, his laugh a little louder, his smile brighter. They’d been so busy most of the evening that Adrien hadn’t gotten a chance to ask Micah about it. But now they were walking home, free from interruptions.
Micah grinned and looked over at him, eyes dancing under the orange glow of the street lights.
“I had dinner with Caleb earlier this week,” he said proudly. Adrien’s inner confusion must have shown on his face.
“Just the two of us. Usually he goes to his grandparents’ house when his mom works in the evenings. He came home instead, and we cooked dinner and ate together. Just the two of us.”
Adrien broke out in a smile, his heart soaring for Micah.
“And he wants to do it again next week,” Micah explained excitedly. “Wants me to teach him to make lasagna.” Micah’s voice stopped abruptly as he ran out of breath. The huge grin on his face made Adrien’s chest tighten with affection.
He grinned at Micah and felt truly elated at the progress he’d made with Caleb; Micah’s happiness was his own.
Micah stopped in the street and rubbed the back of his neck before turning to Adrien. “It was your tough love that motivated me in the first place. Made me stop feeling sorry for myself and start making an effort. So, like, thanks.”
Adrien held Micah’s gaze as heat suffused his cheeks at the man’s gratitude.
“You’re welcome,” he said quietly then tried to lighten the mood. “As your friend, it’s my duty to dispense tough love regularly.” He shoved Micah’s shoulder playfully, but Micah grabbed Adrien’s hand in his before Adrien could pull away. He stroked Adrien’s knuckles with his thumb, his head bent.
Adrien’s heartbeat thudded double time at Micah’s touch.
“Is that what we are?” Micah asked quietly. “Friends?”
“Yeah,” Adrien answered. “I hope so.”
Then he was surrounded by Micah’s body. Adrien hesitated for a moment before returning the other man’s embrace, locking his arms around Micah’s torso. A few seconds into the hug all the reasons why he needed to pull away from Micah—now—raced through his mind. But he couldn’t make himself do it.
Adrien had been fighting his attraction, but the man had slipped past Adrien’s defenses. Micah’s earnest joy at making progress with his son. His trust in Adrien as he shared his insecurities. His nonjudgmental attitude. Their growing friendship. All those things made him feel strong and needed. Adrien wanted more of that feeling. He leaned into Micah.
Micah sighed as he squeezed Adrien tighter, and Adrien’s body sagged against him, the fight against his attraction to Micah leaving his body. He tucked his head into the crook of Micah’s shoulder, and gave in to defeat, breathing in the salty sweet scent of Micah’s skin, running his palms up the man’s back.
The scent and feel of Micah was heady, and Adrien’s head swam as he let his eyelids flutter shut, let his lips graze the exposed skin between Micah’s neck and shoulder. Micah tensed against him and his breath hitched, making Adrien wonder if he’d gone too far. But then Micah’s palm slid up Adrien’s neck, cupping his nape, grazing a thumb along his hairline.
Micah moved his other hand lower, resting it right above Adrien’s ass, his fingers lightly grazing the swell below Adrien’s hips.
“Adrien,” Micah grated out. Adrien pulled back, slowly opening his eyes. Micah licked his lips, his eyes skimming Adrien’s mouth, and then he leaned forward.
Adrien met him halfway, their lips connecting in a kiss. The light brush became a firm press then flared, hot and wet, as Adrien ran the tip of his tongue against the seam of Micah’s lips. Micah submitted to Adrien’s silent request, parting his lips to give Adrien access to his tongue and mouth.
Then a loud honk made them jerk apart as a car sped past them, headlights bright and blinding. Their chests heaved, and Adrien took in Micah’s disheveled hair and damp lips and wondered if he looked nearly as enticing to Micah.
Adrien’s gaze skittered away, and he grimaced, embarrassment replacing the intense need he’d felt moments ago. What was he doing? He knew better than this. He’d been down this road before. He couldn’t get involved with an employee again.
Then a terrible thought occurred to him. What if Micah felt like he had to hook up with Adrien? Had Adrien pressured him in some way? Shit. Negative thoughts tumbled through his mind, making him dizzy. He had to nip this in the bud.
“Micah, about what just happened—”
“Our kiss?” Micah moved closer to him.
Adrien’s eyes wandered, unable to meet Micah’s. “Yeah, the kiss. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry.” He shook his head and Micah stopped the motion by gripping Adrien’s chin between his forefinger and thumb. He lifted Adrien’s face to his.
“I’m not sorry.” Micah’s voice was quiet in the night.
Adrien swallowed as Micah’s feelings about him came into focus. Micah had enjoyed their kiss and he didn’t regret it. Could he want more?
Adrien knew what he wanted. What he’d wanted since the day Micah had walked into Bright Bean. But he wasn’t sure if he was willing to take a chance.
But before he could respond, Micah stepped away, and without another word, they continued walking home. The tension hummed and thickened as they approached their street. Usually the two of them hung out for a few hours after their shift on Saturdays. But given what had just happened, Adrien wasn’t sure it was a good idea. If he invited Micah in, they wouldn’t just chat, drink beer, watch a movie like they usually did.
Micah made him feel in ways that he hadn’t since Reggie had started beating him down both physically and emotionally. Adrien had gone into a shell—it was easier not to let himself feel anything at all. And once Reggie had died, it had gotten worse, and he’d withdrawn even more. He’d smiled, laughed, had conversations, but he hadn’t really felt those things—he’d just acted out those feelings.
But Micah… Micah made him feel—empathy, longing, happiness, worry, desire. And Adrien was tired of pretending and going through the motions.
He wanted Micah, he didn’t give a shit about what he should do.
As they approached his parents’ house, Adrien made his decision. He stopped at the curb and turned to Micah.
“Do you want to come inside?” His voice was low and rough.
Micah’s eyes widened, and his lips parted as he blinked, clearly understanding what Adrien wanted. Did he want the same thing? Adrien held his breath and waited as Micah took a deep breath.
“Yeah, I do.”
***
Once they were inside, they barely took the time to kick off their shoes before they were on each other. Adrien licked inside Micah’s mouth, and their tongues met, seeking and tasting as they stumbled to the couch. Adrien managed to pull his glasses off and toss them to the table before his mind emptied of everything except Micah’s touch.
He loved the faint taste of almond and chocolate that flavored Micah’s kisses from the drink Micah had had right before closing. That, combined with the salty tang of his skin revved Adrien’s sex drive. He wanted more.
He ran his hand up the back of Micah’s neck, delving his fingers into his short, blond waves. Micah’s palm mirrored his own, his fingers weaving through Adrien’s curls, gripping his scalp as they bent each other to fit tighter, closer together.
“Mmmhhm,” Micah moaned against Adrien’s lips. “Jesus, Ade, you taste so fucking good.”
Adrien preened at Micah’s praise, and his cock stirred at hearing Micah’s nickname for him. Micah’s possessiveness and familiarity turned him on and made him want to open himself up so that Micah could be even closer to him.
He found it difficult to string together a coherent sentence, too overwhelmed at finally having Micah in his arms. Instead, he just groaned in agreement. Besides, there were better things they could be doing with their mouths.
He bit at Micah’s chapped but plush lips, then soothed them with quick pecks, loving the way the skin abraded his own fuller lips. But then Micah’s stubble brushed against his smooth cheek and drew his attention. After months of fantasizing, he could finally get up close and personal with Micah’s sexy five o’clock shadow.
Adrien trailed quick kisses across Micah’s jaw, following the curve of his veiny neck with the tip of his tongue. It was like discovering a new city and finding delightful surprises around every corner you turned. But Micah was doing some exploring of his own. His wandering hand elicited a shudder from Adrien as he tunneled beneath Adrien’s black long-sleeved shirt and grazed Adrien’s spine before sliding around to his quivering belly.
“Tssssssss,” Adrien hissed, his muscles jumping at the contact. He wished he could feel that touch all over his skin at once, but getting skin to skin was probably the best he could do.
He reached down and tugged up on Micah’s shirt, pulling it over his head, taking a moment to admire the gleaming display of fair skin sprinkled with fine blond hairs. But then Micah was tugging at Adrien’s shirt, and the cool air made goose pimples dot his skin.
“Fucking beautiful.” Micah’s voice was reverent as his eyes scanned Adrien’s naked torso.
Adrien lost his patience. He could look later. Right now he needed to touch…and taste. He reached for Micah and leaned forward, licking Micah’s nipple and making the bud pebble.
“Ahh, yes,” Micah moaned, gripping Adrien’s shoulders. Adrien gave the other bud the same treatment but then licked around Micah’s pink areola before sucking the firm flesh of Micah’s pec into his mouth. When Micah writhed beneath him, Adrien switched to the other pec.
The smoothness and earthy taste of Micah’s skin went straight to Adrien’s dick, and he wondered if Micah was as silky inside as he was out. But then Micah was shoving him back on the couch, coming over him.
“My turn.” The man grinned before sliding down Adrien’s body and trailing kisses over Adrien’s sternum and belly.
Adrien gripped Micah’s shoulders, shivering as the pads of Micah’s fingers trailed down his belly, following his lips. Moments later, there was a tug at Adrien’s pants, and the cool air of the apartment rushed over his exposed dick as Micah pulled him out. A warm gust danced over Adrien’s sensitive tip, and he looked down at Micah’s hot stare. The man’s cheeks were ruddy, his pupils wide with desire and he shook with tension, his hand gently cupping Adrien’s hard cock.
Seeing Micah on his knees, licking his lips between Adrien’s lightly fuzzed thighs, made Adrien’s balls tighten. The reality of being with Micah blew any fantasies he’d had about the man right out of the water.
His arousal kicked up several notches when Micah tucked his nose in the crevice between Adrien’s thigh and crotch. That sexy stubble grazed the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as Micah breathed in Adrien’s scent.
“God, baby, I love the feel of your skin on mine.” He moaned, combing his fingers through Micah’s hair.
Micah raised his brown eyes to Adrien’s. “Yeah? Tell me if you like the feel of this.” Micah licked up the side of Adrien’s cock with the flat of his tongue and swirled the tip around the head before sucking half of Adrien’s cock between his red lips.
“Oh, God. Fuck. Micah—ah—" Adrien threw his head against the arm of the couch, while Micah bathed his cock in silky heat. Stinging, hot pressure shot through his shaft as Micah worked him over, a mix between pleasure and pain that was almost unbearable, but Adrien wanted to take everything Micah had to give him.
Not wanting to miss out on any parts of their lovemaking, Adrien lifted his head and peered down at Micah. The soft lighting of the basement apartment shone off the crown of Micah’s golden hair as he worked Adrien’s dick farther into his mouth. Micah had gripped his own cock with his free hand, the pink head popping through the top of Micah’s fist as he jerked himself, adding an extra layer to Adrien’s already potent arousal.
Micah tried working more of Adrien’s shaft into his mouth, but he strained. That just turned Adrien on more, but he didn’t want Micah to hurt himself. He was longer and thicker than average—and proud of it—but most of his lovers had difficulty accommodating him. He gently tugged on Micah’s hair.
“Oooh—you don’t—don’t feel like you have to take all of me in your mouth,” Adrien said brokenly just as Micah’s mouth sank farther down on his dick.
Micah’s ministrations paused momentarily as he looked up at Adrien, his eyes sparkling devilishly.
Oh boy.
Adrien groaned as he realized he’d basically dared Micah to take all of him down. His nuts drew up in anticipation of having his whole cock enveloped in Micah’s mouth, and he slowed his breathing to stave off his orgasm.
But Micah wasn’t making it easy. The wide ruddy-brown length, a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, stretched Micah’s glistening thin lips in the most deliciously obscene way.
Micah narrowed his eyes in challenge, his nostrils flaring as he breathed through his nose and slipped down the last two inches until the tip of his nose brushed against Adrien’s neatly trimmed pubic hair.
“Aww. Jesus,” Adrien squeaked. A tingling started low in his arching back. He was close to coming, but then Micah drew back, giving him a moment to calm down. But only a moment.
Micah took Adrien back down then bobbed along his length, and after a few minutes, he sucked and swallowed against Adrien’s cut head. Adrien’s body jerked as he gripped Micah’s hair, teetering on the edge. But when Micah did it again, a fine shiver raced up Adrien’s spine, and he was there.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Adrien chanted, his toes curling, a hand tunneling into Micah’s hair, the strands just long enough to grab.
Micah came back up slowly, working the flat of his tongue against Adrien, before pulling the head into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it, and jerking the rest of Adrien’s length with his hand.
“Fuck, Micah, I’m gonna come. Micah, I’m com—”
Micah pulled off as Adrien climaxed. The tension in his belly snapped, pulling his body tight, making him throw his head back on a moan. When Adrien looked back down, Micah was milking his cock with a rough, firm grip, directing splashes of Adrien’s hot come onto his cheeks, lips and chin, his eyes closed.
Adrien felt lightheaded from the sight.
Then, when Micah opened his glittering eyes, he looked at Adrien as he rubbed some of Adrien’s release into his skin and the rest on his own heavy cock. At some point, Micah had kicked off his own pants and boxers, leaving him completely naked. Adrien’s spent cock perked up again at the sight. He wanted to know what Micah’s most intimate places tasted like, if that ass felt as good as his mouth had, but Micah had plans of his own apparently.
“I’m so fucking hard from having you in my mouth,” Micah grated out, laying his head on Adrien’s thigh as he stroked himself.
Adrien moved to reach down, but Micah pull away.
“No, I want you to watch,” he whispered, spreading his thighs for better access to his cock.
“Whatever you want, baby.” Adrien brushed Micah’s damp hair back from his forehead and let his gaze roam, giving Micah the audience he’d asked for.
“The fucking taste of you, the feel of you stretching me to the limit,” Micah said, stroking himself aggressively as he ran his other hand up Adrien’s thigh.
Adrien’s hands itched to make Micah feel good. To be the source of that pleasure on Micah’s face.
“Your come on my skin. I’m gonna fucking—”
Adrien leaned forward, smacking Micah’s hand away and shoving his tongue into Micah’s mouth the way he wanted to shove his dick in the man’s ass. He couldn’t sit back and be a passive participant anymore. He could taste himself on Micah’s lips as their teeth clashed and he practically ate at the man’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around Micah’s middle, tugging him into his lap.
As pliant as Micah was, it was an effort to settle him on Adrien’s lap especially when their mouths were fused together. But Adrien was so needy for him he couldn’t bring himself to break their kiss and apparently neither could Micah as he let Adrien tug him up. Micah managed to get his knees on either side of Adrien’s thighs as they continued to kiss, then Adrien shifted him, placing his hands on the small of Micah’s back and pulling him closer until Micah was right where Adrien wanted him, their chests bumping.
He spit in his hand then fisted Micah’s cock.
Micah’s breath punched out, and he hunched over, burying his face in the crook between Adrien’s neck and shoulder, not making a sound. But Adrien grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back to get access to his neck.
He dove into Micah’s skin, kissing, sucking, and nipping as he drew out the hand job. He wanted to memorize the exact curve, every ridge and vein of Micah’s cock. He gripped Micah a little tighter, paying attention to the low groans and the way his body tensed every time Adrien did something he liked.
Micah spread his legs a little more, then guided Adrien’s free hand to his waist, along his fuzzy tight ass to—”
“Touch me here. Please?” Micah whispered against Adrien’s ear. “You don’t have to put it inside me but just…” Micah’s whispered request trailed off, and Adrien shifted until his face grazed Micah’s and he found the man’s lips.
Their tongues met in a filthy wet kiss as Adrien gave Micah what he wanted and pressed the pads of two digits against Micah’s puckered hole.
“Yeeeessss,” Micah hissed against Adrien’s mouth before reaching back and pulling his cheeks apart with both hands to give Adrien better access.
Fuck. Adrien’s dick twitched with interest at Micah’s needy display, and he wanted to make Micah even more wild. He briefly brought his hand up, and spat on his fingers before returning his fingers to Micah’s ass. He rubbed and stimulated Micah’s hole while stroking his cock, their mouths open and their lips pressed together as they shared breath, then he slipped the tips of his fingers just beyond Micah’s tight pucker.
Micah’s body went taut. He was close. So, Adrien pushed his fingers in a little farther and stroked Micah more firmly, rotating his wrist when he reached the head of Micah’s cock. He needed to make Micah come more than he needed his next breath. Every nerve in his body was on alert, waiting for Micah’s pleasure to ease the strain.
“Come on, Micah. Come on, baby. Come for me,” he urged against Micah’s mouth. Then Micah shuddered quietly in his arms, his release painting their bellies as he collapsed onto Adrien, trying to catch his breath.
Adrien closed his eyes, holding and stroking Micah’s shivering bulk, soaking in the pleasant numbness that permeated his body, holding niggling fear at bay. Tonight, he’d savor Micah and their comfortable peace together. He’d deal with fear in the cold light of morning.