23
Pacey
The temperature of the house dropped, and I put on a sweater to warm up.
“Guess we’ll be eating gingerbread cookies tonight,” Adam said from the kitchen, taking a bite into one of them.
“How unlucky is this? A blackout on Christmas Eve,” I said.
“I think it’s pretty lucky...since I get to spend it with you alone,” he said.
Adam walked towards me with his sexy smirk, and a half-eaten cookie in his hand.
The heat from his body felt overwhelming in the cool living room. He put his hand on my waist and pressed up against me. Then, he fed his half-eaten gingerbread cookie to me.
I took the cookie into my mouth and sucked his thick fingers while doing so.
“Damn, Pacey. This is going to be the best Christmas Eve yet. I can feel it,” he said, reaching into his pockets. I looked down and saw his bulging erection. I was disappointed when he pulled out his phone instead of his cock.
“Let me call my mom and let her know that I won’t be able to make it,” he said.
“I’ll go and get some firewood to get the fireplace going,” I said.
I went to the shed and grabbed as much wood as I could carry in my arms, giving Cadence a small log to bring inside. He wagged his tail as he ran back into the house, happy that he was able to help.
We lit tea lights around the house. After lighting the entire pack, it wasn’t as dark anymore. The house actually looked pretty festive.
The only thing I was worried about was that there was no alcohol in the house for Adam. He had just finished his pack of cigarettes as well.
It didn’t seem like there’d be anyone to clear the roads since it was Christmas Eve. People who worked for the city were off until Boxing Day.
We ate some more gingerbread cookies by the fireplace. Adam and I snuggled underneath a wool blanket.
“What do you wanna do?” I asked.
“I don’t know, there’s not much we can do without electricity,” he said.
“Well...we can play some music,” I suggested.
“Wanna make a song? For old times’ sake.”
“Yeah, on the piano or the harp?” I asked.
“Let’s do the harp,” he said, giving me a wink. “You have a guitar for me?”
“I have the acoustic one you gave me in storage, so you’ll have to tune it. But it’ll work perfectly once you do it.”
“Let’s do it, man.”
I got up from the couch and grabbed the guitar that was downstairs and brought it up.
The guitar still looked new, and as I held it in my hands, I was reminded of that day six years ago when Adam had given it to me. It was in perfect condition, and I had taken good care of it.
I sat at the harp, strumming a scale to help Adam tune the guitar. He looked so beautiful holding the guitar that was once his. The way he leaned over it with his head down and his bangs covering his eyes made him look so mysterious.
“This feels familiar,” he said, winking at me.
“How many songs do you think we made together with that guitar after school?” I asked.
“I don’t know, too many to count. Over fifty songs at least, it was all we did.”
“What are you in the mood for?” I asked.
“Let’s just see where we take ourselves,” he said, strumming a few chords.
I listened as he played a beautiful riff on the guitar, then responded with a melody on the harp.
Our musical abilities, which had drifted in two separate paths, were reuniting after being apart for six years.
My harp harmonized with his guitar. The two instruments together surprisingly created the most beautiful sound.
I closed my eyes and let Adam take the lead as I answered to his chords.
Then, he let me take the lead, and he answered to my phrases on the harp.
Like a conversation, we went back and forth, responding to each other.
The longer we played, the more complicated it got. It was like we were holding hands and going on a journey together into the unknown.
Each note brought us closer together, reminding us why we’d become friends at all, reminding us how similar we were. And also reminded us that we were two completely different people now, after being separated for so long.
I looked into Adam’s eyes, his passion was undeniable. The way his body moved with the waves of melodies got me so turned on.
I’d never met another person who was such a musical genius. He was smarter than any conductor I’d ever worked with.
The beautiful thing was that he knew it, his confidence was the biggest turn on. The way he played the guitar was like he was making love to it.
We played for hours until the fire went out. We were in the dark living room that was only lit with tea lights, but neither of us stopped.
We couldn’t.
An hour passed, then two, then three.
The beautiful harmonies morphed into a spontaneous ballad. Then, to a darker progression that transformed into a calm hymn.
Then, silence.
I tried to hide the fact that there were tears running down my face. It helped because it was so dark, but after we’d played together again for the first time, I couldn’t help but tear up.
Adam noticed when he moved from the couch towards me. He smiled, then wiped the tears off with his callused fingers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you cry,” he said.
He reached for my hands and pulled me up. Then he picked me up off the ground and carried me. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders as he carried me to the couch.
He sat down on it while kissing my lips. His tongue fought against mine, as he groaned. Even his groans sounded like music.
I felt his hard-on resting on my bulge.
“Do whatever you want to me, Adam…please,” I moaned.
“Whatever?” He groaned, smirking.
“Yes, anything,”
My heart raced so fast that I could almost hear it beating in my chest.
Adam’s tatted hands wrapped around my waist then reached for the hem and peeled my shirt off.
He was eye level with my nipples, and naturally, he started to suck them. He looked up at me. His blue eyes glowed in the candlelit room, his stubble prickled against my skin as I squirmed in his grip.
“Let me fuck you tonight, please Pace,” he said.
“Like I said, do whatever you want to me,” I said.
With his powerful legs, he pushed up off the couch and carried me upstairs, I sucked his neck as he went into the bedroom.
He kicked the door closed and pushed me onto the bed, then he went right for my jeans and pulled them off in one go. He crawled up on the bed towards me, and I clutched onto his stinging hot body that warmed me in the cold and dark room.
It was pitch-black in my room, and I could only feel him. Even though I couldn’t see him, I could feel the fiery energy between us.
Adam stripped out of his shirt, and I ran my hands through his hairy torso which was wet and hot from his sweat. His scent smelled so much more powerful since I couldn’t see him in the darkness. He smelled of his musky natural scent coming from his pits.
I reached down to unbutton his pants. My hands were shaking as I did.
He must have felt it because he put his hand on my wrist to hold them still. “Wow, Pace. You alright?”
“Yeah, just a bit cold,” I lied. He sandwiched both his hands on mine and rubbed them gently to warm them up.
“You don’t feel cold,” he said.
“I’m…I’m just a bit nervous, that’s all.”
My vision adjusted to the darkness, and I could see the concern in his bright blue eyes.
“I’m the one who should be nervous, I’d never had sex with another guy before,” he admitted.
“But you have experience...so much more than me.”
“That’s not true, that night at the party when you were sucking me, it seemed like you knew what you were doing.”
“Maybe it was because I was a bit tipsy, but being sober here with you now feels so much more real.”
“So let’s go slow,” he said, coming in for a tender kiss.
It was a kiss that told me that he wouldn’t hurt me...but he could if he wanted to.
He grabbed onto my underwear and yanked them down. Then he turned me over and pulled my ass up so that I was on all fours, my back arched as he made me open myself up to him.
He dove his face between my cheeks and started to lick me. I clawed onto the sheets bracing himself as he tasted my hole for the first time. He licked my most tender spot, then his tongue grazed my rim.
He spat onto his fingers, and he tried to find my opening. After a few tries, I felt his warm wet fingers directly pressed against my hole.
“Wow, you feel so tight,” he said. “I want to finger fuck you.”
“Yeah, but please, Adam…slow.”
“Do you usually do the fucking or get fucked?”
“I usually top but I’ll make an exception for you since I know you won’t let me put my dick inside you.”
I eagerly waited for his finger to breach my hole.
“I’m ready for you,” I said, taking a deep breath.
He circled his finger onto my opening, my body quivered as I felt him slowly insert his finger inside.
“I feel your muscles contracting on my finger, wow,” he said. “This feels so beautiful, so much tighter than I imagined.”
Adam leaned over me and kissed the arch of my back as his finger penetrated me deeper.
“Wow,” Adam kept moaning that word into my ear over and over again.
Then I felt him hit my prostate, and I gasped.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, holding his finger still.
“That’s a sensitive spot,” I moaned.
He wiggled his finger gently, and I moaned again. I touched my cock and felt pre-come leaking out of it.
“I can’t anymore, Pace. You have to let me inside you,” he said.
I heard him take off his pants and he kicked them off onto the ground, then he pulled his underwear down.
I could already smell his sweet and salty pre-come as soon as he took his underwear off. I was reminded of how much Adam leaked pre-come when he was turned on, and he was already leaking like crazy. I wanted to taste some of it immediately.
“Condom, now,” he demanded in a deep groan.
I reached into the drawer of my nightstand and handed it to him. He ripped it open with his teeth, then I handed him a bottle of lube. I turned around and laid on my back.
Adam opened the top and squeezed a generous amount and rubbed it on his cock.
I touched his tip to make sure the condom was on properly and remembered how big he was.
His thick mushroom head could barely fit in my mouth the last time, and now he was going to put it in my ass. He pressed his hands onto the back of my thighs and gave me one more kiss.
He kneeled over me. Then, he positioned his cock between my cheeks.
“A bit higher,” I said.
He readjusted.
“Lower,” I said.
“How about now?” He asked.
“Just a bit lower…oh my god, right there.”
I moaned, as he pushed inside me a bit too forcefully.
“Adam,” I moaned.
“You okay, Pace? You’re so fucking tight, holy fucking God.”
“It hurts so much, Adam. Just hold it there for a second.”
He leaned in to kiss me, his cock pulsed inside me.
“Okay, keep going,” I said.
He thrust deeper so slowly that I could feel every inch of him enter inside of me. Then, he was balls deep, his fat mushroom head kissed right against my prostate.
“This is so alien to me, I never imagined you’d be so tight,” he groaned. “Why haven’t I been doing this my whole life?”
“I don’t know, but I’m glad it’s happening right now,” I moaned.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I want to fuck you hard right now. You haven’t even seen what I can do yet.”
“Move your hips just a bit so I can get used to it.”
Adam rocked his hips back and forth, and even that was too much sensation. His abs were pressed onto my rock hard cock that was leaking pre-come everywhere.
His gentle rocking turned into a longer glide.
As I got used to his rhythm, he quickened the pace, it was like making music with him all over again. He was definitely leading this one.
Our bodies harmonized together. His kisses on my neck were like hymns, his thrusts were like melodies.
I felt Adam’s tempo quicken, and soon he began to fuck me hard like he said he would.
He grabbed onto my thighs to slam in and out of me hard. I moaned so loud, I was sure that my neighbors would have heard.
“Pacey,” he groaned, over and over and over again.
His voice was deep. His sweat dripped down his neck and bounced off his chest, splashing all over me.
“Fuck, I’m going to nut. You’re going to make me fucking nut,” he groaned.
“Come, Adam. Do it inside me,” I moaned.
I started to stroke myself, I’d been on the edge for so long. As he thrust harder, I was closer and closer, until Adam let out a howl.
I felt his heat inside of me, I’d never felt that before in my life, and it felt so good that I shot all over my abs and my chest.
There was a warm and wet sensation in my ass, and I knew instantly that something was wrong.
“Did…you wear the condom?” I asked.
“Yeah, you saw me put it on,” he said, gasping for air while still inside me.
He gently slid himself out, and his brows were furrowed as he looked down. He reached into his pocket of his pants that were on the floor and pulled out his phone and used it as a flashlight.
I sat up to see that the condom had a huge tear on the tip, and on the head of his cock was a bit of blood. It was my blood. Then, I saw Adam’s come dripping out of my hole onto my white comforter.
“Fuck, dude. The condom broke and you’re bleeding,” he said. “Are you okay?”
His eyes were filled with concern as he put his warm hand on my thigh.
“I’m alright, man. I don’t feel any pain. I think we were just a bit too rough.”
“Fuck, dude. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
I was surprised, not because of the blood, but because that was the first time I’d heard Adam apologize for anything…to anyone.
“Don’t apologize, it was your first time, it’s okay Adam,” I said, kneeling up to kiss his cheek.
“I’m clean, though. I got tested after my world tour.”
“Okay, I trust you.”
“I’m glad you’re not a girl, or we’d have to worry about you being pregnant now.”
I smiled. “Well, that wouldn’t be the worst thing, getting to carry your baby.”
“Our babies would be music prodigies, that’s for sure,” he said with his cocky grin.
I could still feel his semen inside of me, dripping out of my hole. Since we didn’t have hot water because of the blackout, I couldn’t even shower.
“I’ll grab you a towel,” he said, disappearing into the bathroom.
I laid there and I swiped my finger on my hole, feeling a part of Adam that was still warm and inside me.