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“Do you ever get topped?” Adam asked, barely meaning to.

Stephen freed his gifted mouth. “Once in a while, sure.”

“I’m not asking or anything. Just imagining.”

“Imagine away. And ask away, if you want to sometime. Never
hurts to ask.”

Sometime.
What did that mean exactly? If “sometime”
didn’t mean in an hour from now, could it mean some time in the future, some
revisitation of what to Adam felt like dangerously more than a simple rebound
fling? They had chemistry, real chemistry. Shame to know that, then never act
on it again…

Stephen went back to sucking and Adam shut his eyes, all
curiosity about the future of this affair lost to the pleasure. In his mind he
got Stephen on his knees—no, on his back. Legs spread, Adam grasping his shins.
Blue eyes watching as he pushed inside. “Fuck. Harder.”

Stephen obeyed, hands clamping tight to Adam thighs as his
mouth grew greedy. Hot, tight. Wet, and Adam lubed Stephen’s ass in his mind’s
eye.

The pleasure ebbed a moment, long enough for Stephen to
murmur, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“’Bout fucking you. On your back.”

“It’s been ages,” Stephen said. “Since before my ex.” He
went back to work, his words filling Adam’s head with nasty, heavenly ideas.
Then, far too soon, he was close. He paused the movie playing in his mind and
pushed at Stephen’s shoulder until he backed off.

“That was perfect, but I’m too close.”

“I won’t be offended,” Stephen offered with a smile. “Though
I was supposed to be getting you ready.”

“I know. Thanks, but I don’t want to be done yet. Done
feeling this good, I mean. This hot. That would’ve pushed me over.”

The man’s smile deepened. “You don’t have to explain every
little request you’ve got, you know.”

“Sorry, I know. I’m like that. And my ex was like
that…probably why it took so long to get dumped, we were so good at talking the
hell out of a problem, never actually taking any action.”

“You want to just take some action tonight?”

Adam licked his lips. “Yeah, I think I do. I mean I
do
.
No more thinking.” He laughed at Stephen’s grin. “Jesus, I ought to be the one
with my mouth stuffed full of dick, just to shut me up.”

“Nah. Your accent’s too sexy to waste.”

The flattery warmed Adam’s cheeks. “Your turn,” he said.
“What do you want?”

Stephen nudged Adam to the side and lay down in his place.
“Touch me.”

Adam got rid of his underwear and nestled close, loving the
firm warmth of this new man’s bare body, and its smell. He ran an appraising
hand down Stephen’s chest and stomach, up his arm, along his side and finally
took his half-hard cock in hand.

“Tell me how,” Adam said.

“Whatever you fancy. Just play with me. I want to see your
hand on my cock.”

Adam went slowly to start, enjoying the drag of Stephen’s
hot flesh against his palm, feeling him stiffen, watching his head emerge as
his skin grew taut and his shaft lengthened. He was buzzed down to a soft tease
of hair, same as on his head, the perfect blend of masculine and tidy. Adam
cupped his balls, taunting with soft tugs until he was rewarded with a deep,
dirty groan.

“Good,” Stephen breathed. “You ready? Ready for me to get
you ready, that is?”

Adam nodded.

“Brilliant. Get on all fours.”

He did, thrilling at the warm pressure of Stephen’s palm on
his lower back as he leaned over and grabbed the lube bottle from the pillow,
dropping it somewhere closer. Then Adam felt hands on his back and ass,
appraising.

“Christ, you’re sexy.”

He blushed. “Thanks.”

More greedy caresses, the gentle tease of thumbs along his
crack, rough hands kneading, squeezing, spreading. Fingertips circled his
asshole, bolder than before. He heard the snap of the cap then felt cool
slickness at his entrance, tensing him. He pictured Stephen’s cock, every thick
inch disappearing inside him and the thought struck like a punch, making him
reel. “Fuck me.”

“Want my fingers?”

“Yeah.”

More cool lube, then exquisite pressure as the tip of a
single finger demanded access. The initial burn as it penetrated. Adam
commanded his muscles to relax and welcome this long-missed sensation.

“That’s right. Open up for me.”

Adam gasped as the digit drove deeper. Stephen eased it out,
brought it back with more lube. He slid it deep, deeper, Adam’s resistance
finally easing, pleasure coming.

“Good. Fucking hell, you’re bloody tight.”

“More.”

Stephen gave it, teasing just his entrance for moment, then
inching two fingers in, deep and smooth.

“Yeah.”

“You thinking about my cock?”

In truth, Adam had been happily preoccupied with reality,
but the question and the image it conjured were a welcome fantasy. “Now I am.”

“Me too. Thinking about how good you’ll feel when I push
inside.”

Adam imagined the moment—the pleasure-pain of the penetration,
the moment when Stephen’s warm hips would touch Adam’s ass, those gruff hands,
judging and approving.

“More.”

Another cool sweep of gel, then three fingers pressed at his
tender, tight flesh, easing in, twisting, slipping out, leaving him more primed
and relaxed with each venture, violation morphing into exploration, to worship.

“Think I’m ready.”

Stephen didn’t ask for further confirmation. His fingers
withdrew, leaving Adam feeling empty and eager. They made eye contact as
Stephen grabbed a condom from the table and opened the wrapper, deft
considering how slippery his fingers must’ve been. He went back to his spot,
thighs nudging Adam’s knees wider. Adam craned his neck to watch Stephen unroll
the rubber down his length. He suddenly wished he owned some horrible, cheesy
mirrored headboard so he could enjoy the entire show.

The smooth, sheathed head of Stephen’s cock brushed Adam’s
asshole, and he quit caring about the view. He shut his eyes and quieted his
brain, and braced himself.

“You tell me to back off if it’s too much,” Stephen said.

Adam gasped as the pressure started, more excitement than
pain. Big, though. Damn.

Stephen paused. “All right?”

“Good. Keep going.”

Another inch and a taste of searing discomfort. “Slow. Slow,
and more lube.”

Stephen slid out and the bottle snapped behind Adam. The
fingers that slicked inside him felt like nothing, now. They disappeared, and
the scary, dirty, wonderful threat of Stephen’s cock returned, pushing in, slow
and shallow. Just one point of resistance to conquer and it’d be smooth
sailing. Stephen moved at a glacial pace, exactly what Adam needed.

“Fuck.” Adam gritted his teeth and Stephen eased past the
tightest point. “Hold there. Hold there.”

Adam took deep breaths and willed his body to relax,
acclimating around Stephen’s presence. Hands stroked his ass and hips and
thighs, the touch patient and sensual, fond, even. When he’d first laid eyes on
this man, “fondly” was not an adverb he’d have used to describe how he wanted
the guy to fuck. But here they were.

“Okay. You can go deeper. Just slow.”

“Sure.”

Another inch, another, then back out. Adam winced through
the first few thrusts, but soon enough the pain faded and pleasure emerged. He
felt his cock stiffen as his body realized this was a treat, not a crisis.

“Fuck, deeper.”

Stephen gave it, slow and steady.

Adam shuddered, high from the mean push, that glorious
trespass. “You feel fucking amazing.”

“So do you. You ready for more? I’m almost in all the way.”

“Yeah. Give it to me.”

Jesus, just perfect. Adam had fucking missed this, the
threat of a strong man’s body, rough hands clamped to his hips, guiding him.
Owning him. He felt the soft bump of Stephen’s hips against his ass as their
union became complete. He moaned at the thought. Only thing better would be to
see the man’s face.

Stephen had been quiet but after a few seconds he groaned,
long and low. The sound vibrated through Adam’s body, sinful.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Adam said.

“Show me. Show me how fast.”

Adam was eager to get fucked, but there was something about
this tough man, treating him with such surprising care…

He eased himself forward, wallowing in the slow, explicit
drag as Stephen’s hot length left him. He pushed back, engulfed by pleasure.
Forward again, and he recovered enough of his shallow breathing to mutter,
“More lube.”

He listened to the flick of the cap, heart pounding. Cool,
slippery fingers touched him, right where Stephen’s cock was penetrating. He
grunted as Stephen drove in, then back out, working the lube inside, slow and
thorough. The bottle clicked closed and he heard Stephen take a steadying
breath.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” Adam said.

“I’ll go slow.”

He was as good as his word, sliding in deep, steady, so Adam
felt every inch. “Fuck.”

“All right?”

“Amazing. Just keep it slow and let me adjust for a couple
minutes, then take whatever you want.”

“Right.”

Adam moaned when a hot palm alighted on his lower back. He
gasped as Stephen inched in deep, sighed as he withdrew. He hugged the pillow
tight, shut his eyes. In his mind he replayed the memory of stroking Stephen’s
cock, making it long and thick, getting it ready for this purpose. The hand on
his back grew slick and bossy, as Stephen’s thrusts turned insistent.

“Feel good?” There was strain in Stephen’s voice, a
thrilling sound.

“Yeah.” Adam savored another deep push, shuddering from the
sensation. “Feels amazing. Do you want it faster?” Adam sure as hell did.

“If you’re ready.”

Ready to find out if his man fucked as rough as his demeanor
suggested? “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Chapter Six

Stephen surveyed the scene. Had to be a dream. Way too good
to be real. After two-plus years of shame sex, it was a revelation, this
gorgeous man’s naked body unhidden, here in the light. This man’s open sounds
of pleasure, his body and mind eager for what was happening.

Stephen seated himself deeply, pausing to study Adam’s ass
and back with admiring hands. If they didn’t wake up regretting all this, it’d
be a welcome memory on the lonely nights he had ahead of him. He could feel
both their bodies pulsing, his cock throbbing, encased in Adam’s tight heat. He
pulled all the way out, thrilling at the sensation as he breached his entrance
to drive deep again.

“Still good?” He asked to be courteous, sure, but also for
the fresh novelty of being with a man who wouldn’t hesitate to communicate with
him.

Adam flexed his shoulders and back, seeming to luxuriate.
“Real good. Lemme feel what you like.”

“I like it pretty rough.” Rougher than he’d usually dared be
with Ethan. “Just tell me if I cross a line.” He found his preferred pace,
excited to find Adam receptive. A little harsher, and quick enough to hear that
smack of skin on skin. Lust settled around him like fog. “Fuck.”

“That’s good,” Adam said, voice jolting with the impact.
“That’s so good.” He sounded awed, exactly how Stephen felt. How sad they’d
both gone so long not having the sex they’d wanted. How fortunate they’d chosen
to drown their resulting sorrows at the same bar, on the same lonely evening.

Stephen wanted to show him everything he liked, show him who
he was in bed. He let sliding turn to thrusting, to pounding.

Adam groaned. Stephen grasped his sides and tugged him into
the thrusts, reinforcing his dominance for the both of them.

Another deep groan seemed to darken the entire room. “Yeah.”

“Yeah, you like that? You miss getting fucked like this?”
Stephen hammered him hard for a few seconds.

He was answered by a wordless sound, a resounding yes.

“Me too. I missed fucking this way.” Fucking like a primal
scream, loud and ugly and violent. He let his body take what it wanted,
confident Adam could handle it. He gave his ass a harsh slap, then another,
raked his short nails down Adam’s back, lost in the temporary insanity of sex.
How on earth had he let himself accept a life without this? How had he just
shut this part of himself off, like an entire limb left to atrophy? And not
just this—so many other things.

He imagined those things as he owned Adam’s body. Getting
fucked himself, as hard as he was punishing Adam. He reached around, finding
the man’s cock. He held him tight and stroked, earning a shallow moan, a
hardening of flesh. He pleasured him until his length was stiff and thick then
imagined taking it inside his body. It had been so long, it’d feel like the
first time. And wasn’t that just poetry, when this whole night had him feeling
new again, sex an uncharted territory?

“Something I want from you,” he mumbled, still stroking.

“Anything.”

“Need you to fuck me.”

Adam’s breaths had grown panting and noisy, but they quieted
then, and he cleared his throat. “Oh yeah?”

“If you’re willing.”
Ask me to beg. I will, and gladly.

“Of course. Tonight?”

“Yeah. Right now.”

Adam craned his head and their eyes met, the moment stopping
Stephen’s hips dead. “Anything you want.”

Anything he wanted. To feel used, then. Exploited, violated,
exposed. Everything he’d so fetishized with Ethan, turned inside out, spread
open and with Adam watching. Stephen slid out, the physical pleasure fading
only to let the thrill of what was coming take over, exciting so much more than
just his cock. He eased the condom off and caught his breath.

“How?” Adam asked.

Stephen pondered it, realizing he didn’t want to be the one
dictating. “However you want me.”

“On your back.”

Stephen smiled at the swiftness of the reply, and at the
notion. They swapped places, Stephen lying down against the pillow.
Fuck of
a view
, he thought, as Adam got comfortable on his knees between Stephen’s
thighs. So different than the first such moment. Now Stephen was the one being
stared down at, the one poised ostensibly to give, not receive. Felt goddamn
good, being on the bottom. Exotic. Weirdly liberating.

Adam’s face was set, and the look of determination tensing
his features was sexy as sin. Stephen couldn’t wait to see what he looked like
when he fucked, this handsome man turned wild and mean.

Stephen closed his eyes as Adam touched him, rubbing his
thighs and stomach and sides, glancing his balls, taunting his dick with light
strokes. His fingers slipped lower and Stephen brought his legs up and opened
his eyes.

He hadn’t felt this way in so long. When he’d been younger
he’d hated it, so hell-bent on being the “man” in a coupling, so desperate to
be the fucker, not the fucked. He blamed his upbringing.
Be a man, son.
Translation,
if you’re a fag, you’re dead to me
. Stephen couldn’t have
helped that, and he’d spat on his father’s unspoken pleas.

Still, even unapologetically, openly gay, those damn
messages had been ingrained, and he’d been a complete dick for the first ten
years of his out adulthood, insulted to be asked to get topped by anyone. He
was gay, but he wasn’t one of
those
fags. He’d fuck them, but he wasn’t
one
of them
. Then he’d grown up, fallen in love a couple times with
those
kinds of fags and gotten over himself. Gotten over himself even further by
dating a self-hating closet case, and realizing how maddening and pointless it
was, trying to keep a stranglehold on one’s own perception of masculinity, when
it was, after all, men you chose to kiss and screw and fall in love with.

Still, there’d always be a part of him that would resist
being the bottom. Like his accent, it was a piece of his upbringing doomed to
follow him around for the rest of his life, never quite erased. But tonight,
right now, there was no place he’d rather be than flat on his back, at the
mercy of another man’s desires.

He watched Adam drip lube across the pads of two fingers,
and his mouth fell open as the wetness cooled his skin. Adam seemed as
impatient as Stephen felt, wasting little time teasing before he eased his middle
finger inside.

Fuck. Stephen had forgotten how this felt, the intrusion as
potent psychologically as it was physically. But his body wanted this. No pain,
only the dirty, alien sensation he’d given up for so long.

“I’ve missed this,” he whispered.

Adam smiled, looking wicked. “Me too.” He added his index
finger, pumping Stephen slowly, easing the way. His cock was hard, beading with
arousal, and Stephen imagined it disappearing inside him. Imagined flashes of
that swollen flesh as he got fucked, imagined it driving deep as Adam fell to
pieces before him. Above him.

“Take me.”

“Now?”

“Yeah.” Fuck perfect preparation. Bring the sting, bring the
burn, he just wanted to feel this act for what it was—violation. He wanted to
see it in the light and record every last second of his own submission. “Go
slow, but I want your cock.”

Adam glanced to the side table and Stephen grabbed a condom
for him, opening it. He sat up to pinch the end and slide it down Adam’s
length. Adam took hold of himself as Stephen reclined, and both sets of eyes
locked on the same spot. Adam slicked himself with lube, eased a final
fingerful inside Stephen. The filling sensation had his muscles twitching in
alarm, his breath short.

“You. Now.” He was topping from the bottom, but fuck it. He
was a bossy son of a bitch. No changing that.

Adam got himself lined up and the pressure arrived.

Stephen gasped. Of course it was more demanding than two
fingers, but Jesus, he’d forgotten how this felt. He shut his eyes and softened
his body, breathing mindfully until Adam could push deeper, crown breaking
through the first threshold.

“Oh fuck.”

“Still okay?” Adam asked.

Stephen opened his eyes, finding the man in deep
concentration, jaw set, gaze aimed at the point of penetration. “I’m good. Keep
going.”

Another push, another flash of welcome pain, then utter
surrender. Stephen’s spine went slack as his body gave in, inviting the
intrusion. Adam slid out and lubed up, drove back in to the same depth.

“That’s good,” Stephen murmured. He watched as another inch
claimed him, pleasure rising. He laid his hand on his soft cock, not stroking,
just holding, starting to build the bridge connecting his erogenous zones. He
ran his other palm over his chest, distracting himself with the caresses as
Adam’s cock demanded more.

“Almost there,” Adam said, still seeming utterly in control,
cool and calculating. Stephen couldn’t wait to see him reduced to a wreck,
chasing release.

“Faster,” Stephen said.

Adam made it deep, hips meeting Stephen’s ass. He sighed,
all his composure melting away, only lust left in its wake. “You sure?”

“Faster.”

Adam mastered the angle first, out then back in, again and
again, steady and smooth. More lube, more speed.

“Rougher,” Stephen said, starting to play with himself.
“Wanna hear that slap. Hear you pant.”

He got what he’d asked for, the rush of Adam’s hard flesh
coming quicker, harsher. Stephen’s hand sped as well, tightening around his
cock as it grew. Fucking hell, he’d been missing out, choosing only one role to
play for so long.

“Harder.”

He saw Adam going crazy as he took the order, saw his
cautiousness fade and aggression grow. The muscles in the chest and arms and
belly stood out as he gripped Stephen’s hips, cock racing. The smell and sounds
of sex filled the unfamiliar room, the most perfect porno ever playing right
here, live and in color for Stephen’s sole consumption.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Stephen blushed at the comment, humbled and pleased,
equally. “You’re hard.” He stroked his own cock, just as stiff. Adam watched
for a moment then freed a hand to cup Stephen’s balls. The touch seemed to
complete a circuit, pleasure swelling deep in Stephen’s belly, rushing hot
through his veins, down his limbs to his toes and fingers.

His gaze darted everywhere, from Adam’s cock flashing in and
out between his thighs, to the man’s flushed face, flexed arms, tight abdomen.
“You look so fucking good.”

“So do you.”

“Lemme kiss you.”

Adam lowered to his elbows, hips never losing the rhythm.
Lips and tongues fought to be in control, and the contact and Adam’s flaring
breaths were as hot as his driving cock. Stephen’s fist tightened, knuckles
brushing Adam’s hard stomach as he stroked himself. The pleasure from his dick
fed the sensations of getting fucked, getting kissed, the feedback loop screaming
through his body, speeding him toward the point of no return. He eased his hand
and his mouth, and Adam pushed up on his palms, staring down.

“Just had to slow down,” Stephen said, panting. “I want to
beat you, but not this soon.”

It earned him a smirk.

“Do whatever you want,” Stephen said. “Just let me know when
you’re getting close.”

Adam leaned back, holding Stephen’s thighs, taking him
slower, deeper, dirtier. Each push brought the brush of his balls and a faint
ache in Stephen’s hips. He hoped he’d feel it the next morning, a sore, happy
reminder of all this to get him through an ugly day of relocating his things,
leaving his old life behind. Moving on.
Moving on
, his brain echoed,
eyes taking in the man owning his body.

“Can’t wait to see you lose yourself,” he murmured.

Adam could only reply in moans. Stephen studied his
expression, those heavy lids, parted lips, pink cheeks. It had been forever
since he’d been allowed to watch a man come undone, and it was hotter than the
taboo or penetration or the need flooding his cock and balls. He felt more
power lying on his back getting claimed than he thought he ever had, fucking
the holy hell out of a prone man.

“I’m close,” Adam said.

Stephen could tell for himself, from the way Adam’s
coordination faltered and the gasping breaths he sucked. Stephen fisted himself
tightly, letting go. “Deep. Nice and deep.” He followed the directive himself,
lifting his hips to meet Adam’s thrusts.

“God.” Adam dropped to his palms again, hammering hard and
frantic. Stephen raced him, punishing his cock with harsh pulls until the
pleasure reached a violent boil.

“Fuck. Fuck me.” He lost it. His head mashed the pillow,
back arching, hand freezing as he shot, hot come basting his stomach. Before
the spasms even waned he released himself, pulling hard at Adam’s side and
sealing their bellies together so Adam could feel the evidence of Stephen’s
surrender. Animal noises filled his ears for half a minute, until a gasp stole
Adam’s voice and he rammed himself deep, holding there through his climax.
Stephen kissed his temple and forehead, listening as he came down and recovered
his breath.

After a few moments of dumbfounded stillness, Adam scooted
back, easing out.

He disappeared into the next room, returning to toss Stephen
one of two hand towels. They wiped away the spoils of their sex, and just as
Stephen began to worry if he was supposed to be finding his pants and a motel
to crash in, Adam flopped down beside him, letting go a long, satisfied sigh.

Stephen sat up to toss the towel aside, and he smiled down
at Adam. At his lover, sudden as that new designation was. “Good?”

“Fucking hell. Yeah. Really good.” Adam blinked up at the
ceiling.

Feeling confident he was allowed to stay put, Stephen lay
down, letting the length of his arm press against Adam’s. To his happy
surprise, Adam took his hand, giving it a couple soft thumps against the
covers.