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afternoon,” Adam murmured. “Just lab stuff in the morning. No rush.”
Denver’s cock throbbed happily. “Good. I don’t want to have to hurry when I fuck you.” Predictably, this made Adam gasp and go limper in Denver’s arms, and Denver smiled into his neck, trailing a corded muscle with his tongue. “I’m gonna eat your ass, moth man.” Adam squeaked like a mouse, and God, but it took everything in Denver not to bite down on that shoulder and make him cry out harder. “Gonna spread you wide on my bed and lick you inside out.”
Like someone had set him on a spring, Adam jerked, not out of Denver’s arms but damn close. “Oh—I—” He broke off, bit his lip, and sank into himself. And away from Denver’s hands, he couldn’t help notice. “I’m sorry. I can’t go back to your place.”
Denver paused, digesting the curveball, then moved on. “Okay. I don’t mind going to yours.”
If anything, Adam jerked harder this time. “No! I mean—” He turned his face away, but not before Denver caught a look of abject misery and some pretty thick self-disgust. “Never mind. Just forget it.”
Adam stood up from the stool, looking like he had every intention of walking away.
Denver didn’t mean to grab Adam as hard as he did, not even in some subconscious way. All he meant to do was catch the guy on the shoulder and turn him around, but Adam moved so fast he overcompensated, catching his foot on the edge of the stool. Somehow this meant they landed together on the opposite side of the vestibule, Adam pressed face-first, flat to the wall with Denver’s big, burly body pushing hard against him. Shit , Denver thought, his lust-addled brain finally figuring out that a man uncomfortable going home with someone he barely knew likely wouldn’t appreciate being roughed up against a wall. “Sorry,” he murmured, and started to pull back.
“Oh God, don’t go.” Adam turned his head to the side, letting Denver see the naked longing written on his face. “Don’t stop, please .”
Denver paused.
Adam’s eyes were closed, his face contorted in an indiscernible expression, but his words were hard to misconstrue. Well, the need was. What exactly Denver wasn’t supposed to stop, he couldn’t quite figure out. Was he supposed to shove Adam into the wall again?
He gave it a go, pulling back enough that he could—somewhat hesitantly—shove Adam back into the wall.
Adam moaned and went slack, his taut little ass pushing back against Denver’s increasingly interested cock.
“Oh my God,” Adam whispered. “Oh my God, that’s so hot. I wish you could fuck me right here. Right against this wall.”
Denver’s cock went from interested to driving the bus in point four seconds. He reached around, grabbed Adam’s junk and used his knee to spread his legs apart. “You like being watched, huh?”
“Safe.” Adam’s voice was tortured, his cock thickening rapidly beneath his tight jeans. “I like being safe.”
Denver laughed. “Being slammed against the wall in the vestibule of a gay bar by a man you can’t go home with is safe?”
He realized as soon as the words were out of his mouth that he shouldn’t have said them, even before Adam lost some of his softness, guarding again. “I know, I’m strange.”
The door opened behind them; Denver shifted closer, shielding Adam as he craned his head to nod the newcomers through. It gave him a moment to frame his reply, which he appreciated. “Maybe. But I kind of dig it.”
That, as he’d hoped, eased Adam a little, and when Denver’s hands began to roam over sensual territory again, Adam yielded, relaxing almost deeper than he had before.
Denver nuzzled his ear, nibbling at the soft flesh. “You’re careful about who you go home with. That’s smart. More guys should be.”
Adam’s eyes were closed, his head lolling back onto Denver’s shoulder, and when he spoke, his voice was so subdued he almost slurred. “It’s not that I don’t
Denver’s cock throbbed happily. “Good. I don’t want to have to hurry when I fuck you.” Predictably, this made Adam gasp and go limper in Denver’s arms, and Denver smiled into his neck, trailing a corded muscle with his tongue. “I’m gonna eat your ass, moth man.” Adam squeaked like a mouse, and God, but it took everything in Denver not to bite down on that shoulder and make him cry out harder. “Gonna spread you wide on my bed and lick you inside out.”
Like someone had set him on a spring, Adam jerked, not out of Denver’s arms but damn close. “Oh—I—” He broke off, bit his lip, and sank into himself. And away from Denver’s hands, he couldn’t help notice. “I’m sorry. I can’t go back to your place.”
Denver paused, digesting the curveball, then moved on. “Okay. I don’t mind going to yours.”
If anything, Adam jerked harder this time. “No! I mean—” He turned his face away, but not before Denver caught a look of abject misery and some pretty thick self-disgust. “Never mind. Just forget it.”
Adam stood up from the stool, looking like he had every intention of walking away.
Denver didn’t mean to grab Adam as hard as he did, not even in some subconscious way. All he meant to do was catch the guy on the shoulder and turn him around, but Adam moved so fast he overcompensated, catching his foot on the edge of the stool. Somehow this meant they landed together on the opposite side of the vestibule, Adam pressed face-first, flat to the wall with Denver’s big, burly body pushing hard against him. Shit , Denver thought, his lust-addled brain finally figuring out that a man uncomfortable going home with someone he barely knew likely wouldn’t appreciate being roughed up against a wall. “Sorry,” he murmured, and started to pull back.
“Oh God, don’t go.” Adam turned his head to the side, letting Denver see the naked longing written on his face. “Don’t stop, please .”
Denver paused.
Adam’s eyes were closed, his face contorted in an indiscernible expression, but his words were hard to misconstrue. Well, the need was. What exactly Denver wasn’t supposed to stop, he couldn’t quite figure out. Was he supposed to shove Adam into the wall again?
He gave it a go, pulling back enough that he could—somewhat hesitantly—shove Adam back into the wall.
Adam moaned and went slack, his taut little ass pushing back against Denver’s increasingly interested cock.
“Oh my God,” Adam whispered. “Oh my God, that’s so hot. I wish you could fuck me right here. Right against this wall.”
Denver’s cock went from interested to driving the bus in point four seconds. He reached around, grabbed Adam’s junk and used his knee to spread his legs apart. “You like being watched, huh?”
“Safe.” Adam’s voice was tortured, his cock thickening rapidly beneath his tight jeans. “I like being safe.”
Denver laughed. “Being slammed against the wall in the vestibule of a gay bar by a man you can’t go home with is safe?”
He realized as soon as the words were out of his mouth that he shouldn’t have said them, even before Adam lost some of his softness, guarding again. “I know, I’m strange.”
The door opened behind them; Denver shifted closer, shielding Adam as he craned his head to nod the newcomers through. It gave him a moment to frame his reply, which he appreciated. “Maybe. But I kind of dig it.”
That, as he’d hoped, eased Adam a little, and when Denver’s hands began to roam over sensual territory again, Adam yielded, relaxing almost deeper than he had before.
Denver nuzzled his ear, nibbling at the soft flesh. “You’re careful about who you go home with. That’s smart. More guys should be.”
Adam’s eyes were closed, his head lolling back onto Denver’s shoulder, and when he spoke, his voice was so subdued he almost slurred. “It’s not that I don’t
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