there hardened and tightened as he cupped them.
“Oh, oh...”
“Like that, boy?” Joe reached underneath Adam’s sac and drew a finger lower.
“Oh, God.”
If Joe hadn’t been hugging Adam, Adam would have lifted clean out the bath. Joe’s cock jumped at every gorgeous sound Adam made. When they scened, there was no way he was gagging him now. He wanted to bathe in the moans. Why the hell would anyone want to shut this beautiful boy up?
Adam was panting as Joe kept his fingers moving. He banked his own desire down with difficulty, determined to only get Adam off. “Joe—Sir, argh...” Joe bent his head around as Adam twisted his head to his. Their lips met furiously. God, Joe loved kissing, and Adam was a master at it. Adam’s sinful tongue reached all the deep recesses of his mouth, and Joe was quite happy to let him.
Joe trailed his finger lower, and his breath hitched. Did he dare? Am I doing this right? Joe trailed his finger tip around his boy’s puckered hole. Adam immediately stiffened in his arms. “Oh, oh, please, please...so good.”
Well, hell, I must be. Joe didn’t second guess—he switched off his questions. All that mattered was this beautiful, wriggling naked man in his arms. Joe grabbed the bar of soap from the side of the bath and quickly lathered his fingers. One finger pushed in up to his knuckle, and the other hand pulled on Adam’s slicked length. Once, twice. “Sir, please.”
Intense satisfaction warred with desire so strong Joe was nearly choked on it. His boy was asking permission. “Yes, boy, let me see you come.” With one more thrust into Joe’s hand Adam’s lips parted around a wail. Adam flung his head back onto Joe’s chest, and heat spilled into Joe’s hand in bursts. God, he was gorgeous. Joe took all Adam’s sounds and noises and buried them deep in himself. Adam suddenly collapsed on Joe, his harsh panting bouncing off the bathroom walls.
Joe pushed Adam, protesting slightly, to lean forward. He climbed out from behind him and hooked a towel around his waist. Joe smiled with deep satisfaction. Adam was hunched over, completely spent. Joe grabbed a large bath sheet and convinced Adam to stand on wobbly legs, rinsing the cum off him with the water. Joe sat on the bath stool and wrapped Adam in the towel and pulled him onto his lap.
Adam. What was it about this boy? Joe never cuddled. He never even so much as showered with another person, but as he drew the soft towel over Adam and tucked his body in close, he dropped another kiss on Adam’s head and chuckled.
What was it Callum always said when he laughed at Lee? I am so screwed. Yeah, well Joe had just joined the club.
Chapter 6
Joe tried to stand Adam up, but Adam’s legs wouldn’t hold him. He was clearly checking out after his rough couple of days, and after Joe had to grab him to stop him toppling over again, he gave up and swung Adam up into his arms. Adam immediately buried his head in the crook of Joe’s neck, and Joe tightened his arms some more.
He’d already pulled the comforter down before he’d run the bath and put a couple of bottles of water on the nightstand. He eased Adam in bed.
“Why?”
Joe sank down on the bed at Adam’s softly spoken word. He didn’t know. Was it a sense of guilt that he’d not bid for Adam himself? Or was it that bone deep need to take care of Adam? He was a sap, really. If Joe was honest with himself, he loved the aftercare as much as the scene in the first place. Maybe that was what had gone wrong in his two marriages. The first one happened because she got pregnant, and he’d felt responsible. But, it wasn’t exactly all her fault. He’d never insisted on a DNA check or anything. Even at nineteen, he was pumped up at the thought of being needed, being a dad. When real dad turned up two weeks before the baby was born, she’d left him faster than an Olympic runner. Then marriage two. God, he almost shuddered at the thought.
“Oh, oh...”
“Like that, boy?” Joe reached underneath Adam’s sac and drew a finger lower.
“Oh, God.”
If Joe hadn’t been hugging Adam, Adam would have lifted clean out the bath. Joe’s cock jumped at every gorgeous sound Adam made. When they scened, there was no way he was gagging him now. He wanted to bathe in the moans. Why the hell would anyone want to shut this beautiful boy up?
Adam was panting as Joe kept his fingers moving. He banked his own desire down with difficulty, determined to only get Adam off. “Joe—Sir, argh...” Joe bent his head around as Adam twisted his head to his. Their lips met furiously. God, Joe loved kissing, and Adam was a master at it. Adam’s sinful tongue reached all the deep recesses of his mouth, and Joe was quite happy to let him.
Joe trailed his finger lower, and his breath hitched. Did he dare? Am I doing this right? Joe trailed his finger tip around his boy’s puckered hole. Adam immediately stiffened in his arms. “Oh, oh, please, please...so good.”
Well, hell, I must be. Joe didn’t second guess—he switched off his questions. All that mattered was this beautiful, wriggling naked man in his arms. Joe grabbed the bar of soap from the side of the bath and quickly lathered his fingers. One finger pushed in up to his knuckle, and the other hand pulled on Adam’s slicked length. Once, twice. “Sir, please.”
Intense satisfaction warred with desire so strong Joe was nearly choked on it. His boy was asking permission. “Yes, boy, let me see you come.” With one more thrust into Joe’s hand Adam’s lips parted around a wail. Adam flung his head back onto Joe’s chest, and heat spilled into Joe’s hand in bursts. God, he was gorgeous. Joe took all Adam’s sounds and noises and buried them deep in himself. Adam suddenly collapsed on Joe, his harsh panting bouncing off the bathroom walls.
Joe pushed Adam, protesting slightly, to lean forward. He climbed out from behind him and hooked a towel around his waist. Joe smiled with deep satisfaction. Adam was hunched over, completely spent. Joe grabbed a large bath sheet and convinced Adam to stand on wobbly legs, rinsing the cum off him with the water. Joe sat on the bath stool and wrapped Adam in the towel and pulled him onto his lap.
Adam. What was it about this boy? Joe never cuddled. He never even so much as showered with another person, but as he drew the soft towel over Adam and tucked his body in close, he dropped another kiss on Adam’s head and chuckled.
What was it Callum always said when he laughed at Lee? I am so screwed. Yeah, well Joe had just joined the club.
Chapter 6
Joe tried to stand Adam up, but Adam’s legs wouldn’t hold him. He was clearly checking out after his rough couple of days, and after Joe had to grab him to stop him toppling over again, he gave up and swung Adam up into his arms. Adam immediately buried his head in the crook of Joe’s neck, and Joe tightened his arms some more.
He’d already pulled the comforter down before he’d run the bath and put a couple of bottles of water on the nightstand. He eased Adam in bed.
“Why?”
Joe sank down on the bed at Adam’s softly spoken word. He didn’t know. Was it a sense of guilt that he’d not bid for Adam himself? Or was it that bone deep need to take care of Adam? He was a sap, really. If Joe was honest with himself, he loved the aftercare as much as the scene in the first place. Maybe that was what had gone wrong in his two marriages. The first one happened because she got pregnant, and he’d felt responsible. But, it wasn’t exactly all her fault. He’d never insisted on a DNA check or anything. Even at nineteen, he was pumped up at the thought of being needed, being a dad. When real dad turned up two weeks before the baby was born, she’d left him faster than an Olympic runner. Then marriage two. God, he almost shuddered at the thought.
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