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A bath was as good a place to start as any. Joe picked up the sponge. It was one of those natural ones, had a delicious scraping feeling to it. He decided to take advantage of Adam’s reluctance to lean back, and drew the sponge over Adam’s shoulders. The answering groan and slump that ensued told Joe he was on the right track. Good. He fully intended Adam would be nothing but a pile of goo when he was finished. He’d better make sure he had tight hold when he pulled the plug.

Joe wasn’t sure he wanted to delve into any other meaning behind the phrase that had just sprung to mind. He glanced down and grinned to himself. Words weren’t the only things springing. But that was fine too. Just because he wasn’t going to demand anything of his boy tonight didn’t mean Adam didn’t have to know he was affected. Joe very thoroughly soaped Adam’s back to relax him. So thoroughly Joe was having to support Adam from collapsing backwards onto his chest.

“Mmmph,” Adam moaned.

Joe grinned and let Adam fall backwards. His eyes were closed tight, his face a picture of relaxation. Every so often, a slight groan would escape those beautiful lips. Joe didn’t think Adam was even fully awake. He soaped his chest and abs. His boy was lean with smooth sloping muscles. Not huge—no body-building—but Adam looked like he took care of himself. Joe placed the sponge on the ledge between the side of the bath and the wall. He brought his hand back to replace it. The tiny tremor in Adam’s body told Joe that maybe Adam wasn’t as asleep as he thought.

Adam’s cock was certainly waking up. Joe’s hand deliberately drifted lower. Adam’s cock was beautiful, just like his boy. Cut, and perfectly in proportion, just jutting out of the bath towards Joe’s fingers.

Joe didn’t have much experience handling cocks other than his own—and Adam’s, yesterday—so Joe just concentrated on doing to Adam what Joe enjoyed himself. He lightly gripped Adam’s base; Adam’s lips parted. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but still, in one smooth motion Joe stroked his palm and fingers upwards right to the tip of Adam’s cock. Adam tried to swallow the gasp when Joe’s fingers reached the tip.

Joe gave him a reassuring kiss on his temple. He wanted his boy to know he was pleased with Adam’s noises. He felt Adam wiggle his hips a little lower, onto Joe’s groin, and a delicious ache started in Joe’s balls.

Joe swirled his finger around Adam’s now hard cock, and pushed the tip of his nail in the slit. Joe really loved it when any chick did that to him, and by the soft cry, knew Adam obviously felt the same.

“Oh, so-so good.” Adam’s mumbles were getting louder. Joe placed another kiss on his head. Shit, the first one had felt good. As Adam was so small, Joe could comfortably reach around with both hands, all the time cradling him on his chest. He dragged his left hand down Adam’s thigh and felt the muscles ripple at his touch. His right hand concentrated on Adam’s cock, and as he dragged his hand back up the length, he curved his palm over the tip.

“Mm...Sir, Oh God.” Of course, Adam got another kiss for that. “So good.” He was clearly catching on to Joe liking him to be vocal. Joe felt his own thick cock pulse in approval and rubbed it into Adam’s bottom. The skin at the base of Adam’s neck was so soft; he rubbed his chin on it. Fuck. Adam sounded like he was purring. Joe’s left hand sought out Adam’s balls, and the skin 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. He’d thought again he was needed. He wasn’t—his steady pay check was. Gina had moved away after five years with his daughter, and all of Joe’s money.

“I don’t know,” Joe finally responded. If Adam was disappointed with his answer, he didn’t show it. He just nodded quietly.

Joe looked at Adam, watching him through his half-lidded eyes. “You need some sleep,” he said, brushing the purple streak away from Adam’s eyes.

Adam hesitated. He glanced shyly at Joe. “Sir, you haven’t...”

Joe grinned and pulled Adam into his arms as he lay down. He placed a kiss right on the purple streak. “Go to sleep.”

****

Joe seemed to be having some sort of out of body experience. Either that or aliens had landed and decided the best way of extracting information was by sucking people’s brains out through their dicks. Fuck, whatever. Heat washed over him, and he seemed to sink a foot lower into the bed. Adam had clearly woken up before him. In fact, he’d dimly heard the bathroom being used a while ago, but the sound hadn’t sufficiently interested him enough to stir. Adam, however, had every nerve ending Joe possessed standing to attention.

“Mmm.” A slurp was accompanied by a pop.

Joe cranked his eyes open. The comforter had been thrown aside. Green eyes twinkled back for a second until Adam bent his head and nuzzled in Joe’s groin. Joe rested his head back, pushed every
no
thought out of his head. His second ex-wife had screamed at him constantly for thinking with his dick. Suddenly, the words didn’t seem like the insult they were intended to be.

Oh shit.
Adam had just fastened his lips around him again, and Joe clamped his own tightly shut. Joe had nearly said something out loud, something like a noise, a moan. Something very subby and not at all Dom—“Aghh.” Fuck. Too late now.

“Mmm.” Adam hummed in approval, and his goddamn perfect tongue licked the full length of Joe’s cock. God, he suddenly didn’t care. If Adam was going to do—

Joe fisted his hands in the sheet, trying to keep from thrusting his hips towards that sinful throat. Adam must have known. Maybe he was telepathic or something, because the second Joe completely lost control, Adam gripped the base with his hand to stop Joe pushing too far. Adam squeezed, and more heat shot into Joe’s length. Flames lapped at Joe’s groin. Pressure coiled and tightened in his balls. Joe was thundering towards an orgasm he was quite sure would be the best of his fucking life. Another hand stroked, pulled, headed south to where no one except a doctor and a glove had been near him for nearly all of his thirty years. He stiffened even more, if that was at all possible, and then that small fingertip brushed his hole.

Joe exploded.

He shot so hard and so fast he didn’t know how Adam was managing to swallow quickly enough. Just as Joe lay there panting, trying hard to say something cool, unaffected—
Dom-like
—his cell phone rang.

He reached over to grab it from the side table and very firmly pulled Adam in and tucked him in to his side. He was grateful the ringing phone had got him out of saying something, but he wasn’t such a complete bastard that he couldn’t show how he felt.

“Yeah?” He managed to croak an intelligible word out. A huge wave of satisfaction rolled over him as Adam’s small body relaxed into Joe’s side.

“Joe?” It was Callum. Yeah, Joe hadn’t recognized his own voice either.

“Yeah Callum, what’s up?” Now that was almost a sentence.

Callum sighed and a prickle of unease ran down Joe. He shot an apologetic look at Adam and sat up. He shook his head as Adam gestured to the door, asking if he wanted privacy for the call. “Joe, can you come into the club early? Sorry, I know you’re off today.”

“Sure. Problem?” Callum didn’t need to know Joe would be at the club all weekend now. He was going to be there for every second of Adam’s time with Craig.

Callum ignored the question. “Is Adam with you?” Joe glanced at Adam. He’d heard the question, and pink now tinged his face. Joe smiled, he liked that look on him.

“Yeah, he’s here.”

“Good.” Callum sounded decisive. “I’m going to pick you up in around twenty minutes, and drop Lee off there to stay with Adam. We’ll come back for them later.” Callum didn’t wait for a reply, and Joe didn’t attempt one.

“Callum sounded in a hurry.” Adam raised enquiring eyebrows and Joe just nodded. That wasn’t Callum’s hurry-up voice, that was Callum’s worried voice. Adam scooted out of bed and reached for a t-shirt. “You go grab a shower. I’ll make coffee.” Adam paused and blushed, realizing it had sounded like an order.

Joe grinned. He reached out and nearly dragged Adam over the bed towards him. He fastened punishing lips over Adam’s startled ones. Before he could think of seriously telling Callum he wasn’t going in, Joe pulled back and set a breathless Adam on his feet. “No time for coffee, Callum will be here in a few minutes.” He smiled and went into the bathroom. He got the quickest shower on record, but he couldn’t turn his thoughts off.

So, he was really doing this, huh? He’d been straight all his life, and now he was gay? Was that even possible? Was it just Adam? He’d known Callum had been out since he was a teenager. Never bothered either of them, and it wasn’t like any guys had ever come onto him or vice versa. He was straight. Okay, he might be straight but being unsuccessful in all his straight relationships didn’t suddenly mean he had picked the wrong sex. It just meant he was a bastard to live with. Maybe this weird thing he had for being needed was too cloying. He’d never fought against getting married either time. In fact, the only relationship he’d fought against was with Adam.

He cranked the water off and berated himself. This wasn’t a relationship. It was—hell, he didn’t know what it was. Maybe he’d been feeling so old it had brought on a midlife crisis or something. Joe paused and took a mental inventory as he dried himself. No, he didn’t suddenly feel the need to wear a bra. He grinned to himself, then stopped smiling as he realized the thoughts of pink bras weren’t doing anything for him, which naturally led him to thinking about other underwear. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He’d just had an image of a matching pair of briefs and a certain someone wearing them with familiar colored streaks in his hair.

Shit. Joe sat on the bed and put a hand to his forehead. No, he wasn’t hot—so, no bubonic plague or anything. Maybe he ought to get a physical? He stood up and yanked the dresser drawer open for clothes. Maybe he should get a fucking lobotomy.

Joe opened the bedroom door to see Lee twirling Adam around. Shit. He was wearing one of Lee’s green polo shirts. It looked incredible on him. Yeah, lobotomy.

Callum had arrived with Lee. As Joe picked his keys up and followed Callum out, he wondered if brain surgery was itemized on his insurance. They both got in the car without much of a grunt.

“I got a call from the FBI.”

Joe sat up. “Feds?”