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until it rested on my cock. As if
emboldened by my permission, his hand began to explore my junk,
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massaging my balls, pulling on my hardening shaft, swirling the precum
around the head of my cock with his thumb. Throughout it all, we never
broke eye contact.
This time I used Adam’s pajama pants to clean us off before casting
those too on the floor.
By then, I was exhausted. I felt Adam lightly kiss my eyelids. I
hadn’t realized my eyes had closed. I snuggled in closer to his chest,
breathing the mingled smell of sweat, cum, and pure Adam. I realized I
had this feeling, deep in my gut. But unlike the ache I had felt with Kai,
this was different. It was warm.
I fell asleep with a smile on my lips, cradled in Adam’s arms.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
I AWOKE to the sensation of soft kisses on my collarbone.
“Good morning,” Adam whispered in my ear. I could feel his
morning wood pressed against my back.
“We’re spooning!”
“Uh, yeah.” Adam chuckled. “Obviously.”
“No,” I said, “I mean I just realized. Last night when I woke up, I
thought… I don’t know, really. That you had accidentally grabbed me in
your sleep, or something, for some strange reason. But it was intentional.
You were spooning me.” I smacked my forehead. “Oh man, and the whole
‘we can share the bed’ bit! How did I not see through that? Last night is
starting to make a lot more sense.”
“You really didn’t know? I thought you were teasing me.”
I laughed. “No idea.”
“I thought you knew. I’m always afraid everyone knows. That they
can tell I’m….” He trailed off.
I turned so I could look at him. “It’s okay,” I said. “You can say it.”
Knock knock knock. My room rang with the sound. Someone was at
the door.
Adam’s eyes grew wide, his mouth agape. “What?” I called, doing
my best to make my voice sound like I had been woken up.
“Wakey wakey,” my dad’s voice came through the door. “Can I
come in?”
I groaned loudly, a superb impersonation of it’s-Saturday-let-me-
sleep-in, if I do say so myself. “Let me put on pants.” I said, crawling out
of bed and searching around for something to throw on. Adam clutched
the blankets to him and slid off the bed, falling to the floor with barely a
thump. He rolled under the bed.
I found a pair of sweatpants, plastered a sleep-befuddled expression
on my face, and pulled my door open.
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Dad stood there, arms crossed, amused expression on his face.
“Since when do you lock your door?” he asked.
“Since I started sleeping naked.”
“Since when do you sleep naked?”
“Since you started turning the thermostat up to, like, ninety.” Even I
was a little impressed with my nonchalance, the ease of my answers.
“Uh-huh. I see.” Was that a smirk on my dad’s face? What did he
find so funny? “Well, Mom’s making waffles. Would you like any?”
“No, thanks. I think I’m going back to sleep.”
“How about your friend? Would he care for any waffles?”
For a second, I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my face.
At the very least my jaw was bound to fall out of its socket and hit the
floor any minute now.
The silence stretched on until finally, in a teeny tiny voice, Adam
said, “No, thanks, Mr. O’Connor.”
The breath I didn’t realize I had been holding burst out of me in a
rush. “How did you know?” I asked my dad.
“I can see him under the bed. You kids should really learn how
perspective works. Line of sight and whatnot. Besides, he parked his car in
the driveway. Not the masters of stealth, you guys.”
I heard my mother’s voice drifting down the hall from the kitchen.
“Ask him who it is!”
“Your mother wants to know who it is. She thinks it’s that boy you
played soccer with back in the sixth grade. What was his name?”
“It’s not Tommy. She thinks—” I raised my voice, yelling down
emboldened by my permission, his hand began to explore my junk,
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massaging my balls, pulling on my hardening shaft, swirling the precum
around the head of my cock with his thumb. Throughout it all, we never
broke eye contact.
This time I used Adam’s pajama pants to clean us off before casting
those too on the floor.
By then, I was exhausted. I felt Adam lightly kiss my eyelids. I
hadn’t realized my eyes had closed. I snuggled in closer to his chest,
breathing the mingled smell of sweat, cum, and pure Adam. I realized I
had this feeling, deep in my gut. But unlike the ache I had felt with Kai,
this was different. It was warm.
I fell asleep with a smile on my lips, cradled in Adam’s arms.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
I AWOKE to the sensation of soft kisses on my collarbone.
“Good morning,” Adam whispered in my ear. I could feel his
morning wood pressed against my back.
“We’re spooning!”
“Uh, yeah.” Adam chuckled. “Obviously.”
“No,” I said, “I mean I just realized. Last night when I woke up, I
thought… I don’t know, really. That you had accidentally grabbed me in
your sleep, or something, for some strange reason. But it was intentional.
You were spooning me.” I smacked my forehead. “Oh man, and the whole
‘we can share the bed’ bit! How did I not see through that? Last night is
starting to make a lot more sense.”
“You really didn’t know? I thought you were teasing me.”
I laughed. “No idea.”
“I thought you knew. I’m always afraid everyone knows. That they
can tell I’m….” He trailed off.
I turned so I could look at him. “It’s okay,” I said. “You can say it.”
Knock knock knock. My room rang with the sound. Someone was at
the door.
Adam’s eyes grew wide, his mouth agape. “What?” I called, doing
my best to make my voice sound like I had been woken up.
“Wakey wakey,” my dad’s voice came through the door. “Can I
come in?”
I groaned loudly, a superb impersonation of it’s-Saturday-let-me-
sleep-in, if I do say so myself. “Let me put on pants.” I said, crawling out
of bed and searching around for something to throw on. Adam clutched
the blankets to him and slid off the bed, falling to the floor with barely a
thump. He rolled under the bed.
I found a pair of sweatpants, plastered a sleep-befuddled expression
on my face, and pulled my door open.
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Dad stood there, arms crossed, amused expression on his face.
“Since when do you lock your door?” he asked.
“Since I started sleeping naked.”
“Since when do you sleep naked?”
“Since you started turning the thermostat up to, like, ninety.” Even I
was a little impressed with my nonchalance, the ease of my answers.
“Uh-huh. I see.” Was that a smirk on my dad’s face? What did he
find so funny? “Well, Mom’s making waffles. Would you like any?”
“No, thanks. I think I’m going back to sleep.”
“How about your friend? Would he care for any waffles?”
For a second, I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my face.
At the very least my jaw was bound to fall out of its socket and hit the
floor any minute now.
The silence stretched on until finally, in a teeny tiny voice, Adam
said, “No, thanks, Mr. O’Connor.”
The breath I didn’t realize I had been holding burst out of me in a
rush. “How did you know?” I asked my dad.
“I can see him under the bed. You kids should really learn how
perspective works. Line of sight and whatnot. Besides, he parked his car in
the driveway. Not the masters of stealth, you guys.”
I heard my mother’s voice drifting down the hall from the kitchen.
“Ask him who it is!”
“Your mother wants to know who it is. She thinks it’s that boy you
played soccer with back in the sixth grade. What was his name?”
“It’s not Tommy. She thinks—” I raised my voice, yelling down
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