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want you.”
“I figured that one out.” Denver cupped Adam’s erection, teasing his fly undone with his thumb.
“It’s just not . . . safe to be alone with someone like that. That alone and vulnerable.”
Had something happened to Adam? Was that why he was so nervous, bopping around like a rabbit? The idea made Denver itch to find whoever had hurt him, made him so afraid, and pound them into oblivion. He pulled Adam in tighter against him, turning his groping of Adam’s cock into a caress. “You tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what is safe, and I’ll give it to you.”
“This.” Adam’s hands rose up and back to clutch at Denver’s head, knocking at his hat and rubbing against the bristles of his cheeks. “God, this.”
“In the hallway, right by the door?”
“Yeah. Against the wall, you behind me. They can see me, but they can’t touch me, because you’re here. Like with the laundry. You won’t let anyone fuck with me.”
The words rushed through Denver, making his whole body swell with pleasure, pride, and with an ownership that for once didn’t scare him at all. “Just me.” He pulled Adam out of his pants and stroked him with rough intent. “I’m going to fuck with you, though. Fuck you, baby. Right into the wall.”
“Yes.” Adam’s hands clutched harder at Denver. He was so lost he was barely there. High on mineral water and Denver. Denver fucking loved it.
“I want to fuck your mouth.” Denver growled this into Adam’s ear, stroking him harder. “I want you on your knees in front of me, looking up while I fuck that sweet mouth.”
Fingernails cut into Denver’s neck. “ Yes .”
God help him, he almost did it right there. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone fucked on the main floor, maybe at the front door. He could have whipped it out and rutted fast, burying into Adam like he was asking for, knocking some good moans out of him so enough people heard to look and admire. The very idea of it filled him with such a rush it made his teeth ache, made him want to turn animal and just do it because it would feel so good. Even if Jase wouldn’t hang him for it—or the cops, who always felt the need to nip in and make sure the world wasn’t coming to an end via public exposure—Denver didn’t like the idea of other people seeing Adam that way. Because he got the feeling this wasn’t something Adam did on a regular basis. Because he wasn’t sure Adam understood that if Denver fucked him against the wall, others would try to repeat the performance when Denver wasn’t around—maybe Adam wanted that, he could be wrong. Somehow, though, he had the feeling Adam didn’t quite know how to play this game, not really.
Adam had decided Denver would protect him, so Denver would. Resisting the urge to fuck him into the wall, at least right here, seemed to fit into that scenario.
He kept Adam snug against him as he came back around into the bar, waving at the bartender to get his attention. Taking a break , he mouthed, jerking his head at the storeroom.
Kevin paused in mid-pull of a draft, looked meaningfully at Adam, who was breathing hard with his cock lolling out of his undone pants. Wincing, Denver tried to tuck Adam back in and returned his focus to Kevin, who rolled his eyes. But he nodded, too, which was all Denver needed. Pushing aside drunken patrons and a few who made approving or jealous sounds as they got a good look at what Denver was doing, Denver covered the distance to the storeroom door.
The harsh fluorescent lights cast Adam in a sickly, pearlescent glow. His hair had been done in that carefully mussed style, but now it was just mussed. His lips weren’t swollen, but they were damp and parted. His eyes weren’t bloodshot, but they were unfocused and drunk with lust. No terror, though. Not a drop of fear lit those pretty brown eyes. They just stared up at Denver, fixed, focused.
Trusting.
Denver ran his thumb over Adam’s lip, soaking in the
“I figured that one out.” Denver cupped Adam’s erection, teasing his fly undone with his thumb.
“It’s just not . . . safe to be alone with someone like that. That alone and vulnerable.”
Had something happened to Adam? Was that why he was so nervous, bopping around like a rabbit? The idea made Denver itch to find whoever had hurt him, made him so afraid, and pound them into oblivion. He pulled Adam in tighter against him, turning his groping of Adam’s cock into a caress. “You tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what is safe, and I’ll give it to you.”
“This.” Adam’s hands rose up and back to clutch at Denver’s head, knocking at his hat and rubbing against the bristles of his cheeks. “God, this.”
“In the hallway, right by the door?”
“Yeah. Against the wall, you behind me. They can see me, but they can’t touch me, because you’re here. Like with the laundry. You won’t let anyone fuck with me.”
The words rushed through Denver, making his whole body swell with pleasure, pride, and with an ownership that for once didn’t scare him at all. “Just me.” He pulled Adam out of his pants and stroked him with rough intent. “I’m going to fuck with you, though. Fuck you, baby. Right into the wall.”
“Yes.” Adam’s hands clutched harder at Denver. He was so lost he was barely there. High on mineral water and Denver. Denver fucking loved it.
“I want to fuck your mouth.” Denver growled this into Adam’s ear, stroking him harder. “I want you on your knees in front of me, looking up while I fuck that sweet mouth.”
Fingernails cut into Denver’s neck. “ Yes .”
God help him, he almost did it right there. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone fucked on the main floor, maybe at the front door. He could have whipped it out and rutted fast, burying into Adam like he was asking for, knocking some good moans out of him so enough people heard to look and admire. The very idea of it filled him with such a rush it made his teeth ache, made him want to turn animal and just do it because it would feel so good. Even if Jase wouldn’t hang him for it—or the cops, who always felt the need to nip in and make sure the world wasn’t coming to an end via public exposure—Denver didn’t like the idea of other people seeing Adam that way. Because he got the feeling this wasn’t something Adam did on a regular basis. Because he wasn’t sure Adam understood that if Denver fucked him against the wall, others would try to repeat the performance when Denver wasn’t around—maybe Adam wanted that, he could be wrong. Somehow, though, he had the feeling Adam didn’t quite know how to play this game, not really.
Adam had decided Denver would protect him, so Denver would. Resisting the urge to fuck him into the wall, at least right here, seemed to fit into that scenario.
He kept Adam snug against him as he came back around into the bar, waving at the bartender to get his attention. Taking a break , he mouthed, jerking his head at the storeroom.
Kevin paused in mid-pull of a draft, looked meaningfully at Adam, who was breathing hard with his cock lolling out of his undone pants. Wincing, Denver tried to tuck Adam back in and returned his focus to Kevin, who rolled his eyes. But he nodded, too, which was all Denver needed. Pushing aside drunken patrons and a few who made approving or jealous sounds as they got a good look at what Denver was doing, Denver covered the distance to the storeroom door.
The harsh fluorescent lights cast Adam in a sickly, pearlescent glow. His hair had been done in that carefully mussed style, but now it was just mussed. His lips weren’t swollen, but they were damp and parted. His eyes weren’t bloodshot, but they were unfocused and drunk with lust. No terror, though. Not a drop of fear lit those pretty brown eyes. They just stared up at Denver, fixed, focused.
Trusting.
Denver ran his thumb over Adam’s lip, soaking in the
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