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because that’s less scary than accepting that there are those in this world who are just cruel, evil people. Maybe you don’t think the same way, but I don’t believe that woman should have an excuse for what she did.”

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Adam’s arms tightened around him, and Les felt his eyes begin to well again. Whether Charlene was right or not was open to debate. He would never understand why his mother had done what she did.

But he did understand one thing, Charlene was as different from his mother as

Heaven was from Hell. And that made it possible for him to raise his hand and clasp hers when she reached for him again.

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Adam expected Les to skip dinner—he wasn’t the only one. Even Charlene murmured

something about saving it all for later and shooed him off when he tried to help.

He expected Les to be exhausted, and the droop of those massive shoulders, the

puffiness under his grey eyes bore testament to that fact.

Adam didn’t, however, expect the longing he saw in Les’ bloodshot eyes. He’d

thought Les might be distant, might feel the need to pull inside himself after so thoroughly breaking down. It was evident, as Les guided them to his—their—bedroom, that Adam had been very wrong.

Questions Adam might have asked—Are you sure? Would you rather wait until Mom

is asleep? Do you want to talk?—died on his tongue as Les quietly closed the door behind them. The air felt thick, dense and heated, weighted with the pressure of the importance of this moment.

“Adam.”

Adam swallowed, his throat clicking noisily, all the moisture that had lubed those muscles now long gone. He looked up at Les, felt his heart pound in his chest, then settle into a soft flutter of butterfly wings.

Les’ eyes were heavy-lidded, his breathing altered to short stuttery pants. His big hands fisted at his sides, as if he was afraid to reach for what he wanted, needed. He shuddered, a great rolling wave that struck the length of his body.

Adam heard his name again, saw those thin lips part, caught the myriad emotions

buried in those two syllables. He reached for Les, palming his clenched hands, aware of the warm skin, the fine smattering of hair on tensed knuckles.

With a soft groan, Les opened his hands and linked his fingers through Adam’s. His mouth, when it pressed against Adam’s, was gentle, the kiss achingly sweet.

Adam shook to his toes as he opened for Les. Les’ tongue stilled, withdrew, but his mouth remained pressed to Adam’s. Adam got the message. Electric sparks shot down the top of his spine to his tailbone, charging every nerve ending in between.

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He released one of Les’ hands, standing on his toes to get a firm grip on the back of Les’ head. Les wanted him to take control, to guide and ease the pain from relieving his past.

Adam could do that. He yearned to do that. He just hadn’t expected Les to trust him so completely, not yet. Maybe not ever.

The fact that Les did trust him so much made Adam burn, a flash fire searing through his veins. His dick was impossibly hard, throbbing in the confines of his jeans. Judging by the long, hard length butting up against his stomach, Les was in the same shape. The way his big body trembled, the way his hands clenched fistfuls of Adam’s shirt, two contrary sensations, kept Adam from ripping the man’s clothes off. Les was scared but eager, needy, and Adam didn’t want to do anything to fuck this up.

Licking Les’ kiss-swollen lips made them both moan. Adam’s lips tingled. The taste of his lover permeated his tongue, sunk into his senses. He put just enough distance between them to get his hands between them. Adam unbuttoned Les’ shirt, taking his time, dropping kisses over the exposed white T-shirt covering Les’ chest.

Adam wanted to tell Les how much he loved him, how grateful he was for this

moment, but words seemed out of place. The sound of their harsh breathing wasn’t. Adam slid his hands up Les’ chest, then over to his broad shoulders. He pushed the shirt down and off those hulking arms, watching as goose bumps rose on Les’ skin in the wake of Adam’s touch.

Adam reached for Les’ T-shirt. He tugged it free of his pants then pushed it up,

stopping only once he had it gathered under Les’ armpits. Adam took first one dark nipple in his mouth, then the other, working the pointy tips into hard little beads.

Les’ breath hitched, a whimper left his lips. Adam was jostled when Les jerked his shirt off. His big hands burrowed in Adam’s hair, pressing his face against Les’ tit.

Adam hummed around a mouthful of nipple. He swept his hands up and down Les’

sides as Les made more sweet noises. Adam ghosted his hands down, toying with the back of Les’ waistband, then he nearly choked on his own spit when Les pushed his ass out in a silent plea.

Oh God! Adam closed his eyes as his eager fingers stroked over firm swells of flesh.

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his knees, licking a trail down the furry path that led to Les’ groin. He smoothed his hands around to Les’ belt then fumbled to unlatch it with shaky fingers.

Les was alternating between whimpers and grunts. His hands held Adam’s head

firmly as his hips jutted, smashing Adam’s face into his groin. Adam inhaled deeply, drawing in the sweat and musk scent of man, the tang that was only this man’s. He got Les’

pants open, shoved down along with his briefs, then finally Les’ thick cock was right there, slapping Adam’s cheek.

Adam looked up at Les and was scorched by the heat in his dilated eyes. He kept his gaze locked with Les’ as he reached back and cupped Les’ ass. Passion flared hotter, brighter, in those dark eyes, urging Adam on. Adam licked a wet path from Les’ balls to the tip of his dripping cock.

Les gasped and stumbled back. His head hit the door, his butt pressed back, pinning Adam’s hands in place. Adam swooped down, engulfing Les’ length in one strong sucking move. He swirled his tongue over a throbbing vein and groaned when the tip of Les’ cock pressed into his throat.

Les bucked, let loose a strangled, gargling sound that made every muscle in Adam’s body clench against coming. He kneaded Les’ ass as he bobbed up and down the length of his fat cock. Les writhed and pulled at Adam’s hair, hips jerking as he sought to plunge deeper into Adam’s mouth.

Adam loosened his jaw and took more, working Les’ dick for all he was worth. His

fingers crept into Les’ furry crack. The heat was more intense there, and it added more fuel to the fire raging in Adam. Pre-cum trickled from his dick to the floor, trickled from Les’, coating Adam’s tongue. His fingers brushed over Les’ tight ring and Adam discovered what it meant for Les to truly lose control.

Les’ wide unblinking eyes were unfocused, his hands fisted in the hair on either side of Adam’s head as he began fucking Adam’s mouth. This wasn’t the courteous lover who held back, this was raw, naked need of a man stripped bare, a wild beast, one Adam had feared he’d never see set free. He moaned around the thick length plunging into his mouth, burrowing in his throat, over and over.

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and harder against Adam’s finger. Adam slurped and sucked, delivering mind blowing pressure to Les’ cockhead. Les howled and pumped faster.

The tip of Adam’s index finger breached Les’ opening. Any concern that he’d been

wrong, that Les would pull away, vanished when Les hissed, “Yessss!” and thrust back forcefully. Adam’s finger sank in to the third knuckle and Les’ cock pulsed, swelled, sprayed streams of hot cum over Adam’s tongue, flooded his mouth. Adam swallowed, gulping, yet some still ran down his chin. Les was grinding back, his hips spasming as if he couldn’t decide which pleasure to chase, the one to his dick or the one probing his ass.

Adam suckled while he worked his finger deep. Desperate to keep Les hard, he curled his finger and found Les’ gland. Les’ cock, which had started to soften, began to plump back up. Adam sucked the whole length voraciously, delighted by the way Les’ body begged for more. He wanted to push another finger in, stretch that virginal opening so he could plunge inside. The only thing holding him back was the lack of lube. He didn’t want to hurt Les, not now, not ever.

Adam pulled off Les’ dick with a pop. Les whimpered in protest when Adam

carefully worked his finger free from his hole. Then Adam was tugged to his feet, his scalp stinging from Les’ hold. He didn’t have time to dwell on the pain, not when Les slammed his mouth down on Adam’s. Adam dragged his nails up Les’ butt then further up Les’ back.

Their tongues duelled for control. Adam surged up and forward, knocking the breath from his lover.

Les trembled, his hold eased. He ceded control of the kiss, giving himself over to Adam. Adam murmured his approval into the kiss, his lips latching tight around Les. He wanted to devour this man, to crawl so far inside him Les would never be free.

Adam jerked Les closer, freeing his trapped hands. He slid his arms around then

grabbed Les’ wrists, plucking his hands from Adam’s hair.

“Bed,” Adam rasped, desperate to feel Les’ tight ass around his cock. Les nodded

jerkily and stumbled as Adam led him to the bed. It only took a light push and Les toppled backwards, landing with an ‘oomph’ on the mattress. Adam didn’t give him time to think.

He dropped to his knees once again and shoved Les’ knees apart. His thumbs sank into Les’

crack and pried his cheeks apart, then Adam leant forward and licked over Les’ hole.

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“Fuck!” Les screeched, his voice cracking on the word. Adam sealed his lips over the tiny pucker and sucked hard. Les’ curses increased as his legs dropped open even more.

Adam stiffened his tongue and plunged through the clamping ring, saturating himself in Les’

taste. Dark and musky, salt and sweat, it was everything Adam loved about being with a man—with this man.

Les squirmed and shoved his butt down, riding Adam’s tongue. Adam slicked that

little opening, stretched it as much as he could with his tongue. He slipped two fingers in his mouth, wetting them thoroughly, then pressed them into Les’ hole alongside his tongue.

Les hissed, froze, his inner muscles nearly pinching off Adam’s appendages.
Breathe.

Adam thought it, willed it, he couldn’t very well say it. He stroked Les’ hip, his belly, patient and gentle. Les gasped, taking in great lungfuls of air. His channel loosened, stopped strangling Adam’s fingers and tongue.

Adam twirled his tongue once, then withdrew it, working his fingers in deeper

instead. He could feel Les’ thighs shaking, smell his arousal, feel his own arousal making his entire body ache. His patience was stretched thin when he brushed over Les’ gland, thinner still when Les shouted and thrashed, fucking Adam’s fingers.

The silky tight heat of Les’ channel taunted Adam’s dick with the promise of velvety, gripping ecstasy. Adam pumped his wrist, desperate to get inside Les, to feel those contracting muscles squeezing around his length. He withdrew his fingers and kissed Les’

gaping hole, felt it flutter against his lips. Les was ready, or near so.

Adam soothed Les when he protested about being empty, promising to fill him, soon.

He stood on shaky legs and looked down at his lover, decadently sprawled on the bed.

Flushed from chest to cheeks, his mouth slack his eyes hot, Les was the epitome of desire.

“Scoot back.” Adam scraped the words past his dry throat. He repeated it again when Les only looked at him dazedly. “Scoot back so I can make love to you properly.” Adam wanted to feel Les under him, feel his body quake and writhe.

Les nodded and started moving. Adam turned to the nightstand and grabbed the

lube. He opened the bottle and poured it on his cock, cupping his hand underneath to catch the excess. More than sufficiently lubed, he crawled onto the bed, settling between Les’

spread thighs.

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“Up,” Adam gritted out, glad that Les didn’t require more direction. Adam wasn’t

sure he could speak much more.

Les caught the back of his knees and pulled his legs up, spreading his ass wonderfully.

Adam took in the already tight balls, the hard dripping cock, then reached down and smeared lube over Les’ needy hole. He looked up to see Les’ eyes drop shut, his chest heave as he panted.

Adam crawled up Les’ body, settling his cock against Les’ pucker. “Open your eyes,”

Adam said softly as he planted his hands beside Les’ head. A moment of clarity stopped him, shocking him when he realised what he’d forgotten. “Do you…should I put on a condom?”

They knew they were both clean. Adam had had every test known to man in the hospital, and Les had never been with anyone.

“No,” Les said in a voice that sounded shredded, rougher than sandpaper.

Adam dropped to his elbows, delving his fingers into Les’ short hair when those grey eyes opened. Adam bent his head and kissed Les, letting his lover feel the force of his need.

His cock nudged Les’ hole, Adam’s hips pumping of their own volition. He needed Les, now.

The answering fire in Les’ eyes was all the encouragement Adam needed.

“I love you,” he said, knowing he had to before his voice was gone. Les’ lips parted, then opened wide on a shout as Adam began pushing his cock into Les’ ass.

Adam tried to go slow, but Les’ body opened for him eagerly, hungrily. His dick sank in deep, his balls mashed against Les’ ass as the most exquisite, delicious heat gripped Adam’s shaft. Tight, so tight Adam couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel the rippling muscles trying to rip his climax from him too soon. He’d never felt this before, the silky glide and press of inner muscles around his bare cock. He wasn’t sure he’d survive it.