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Adult ++
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Chapter Twelve
CHAPTER TWELVE
Roth stayed the night of Christmas Day. He found himself watching his younger brother and Jason. As a family, they had kind of given up on Ridge settling down. He’d always lived his life as a maverick, doing as he pleased and showing little interest in making a life with anyone. Then, Jason came along, and in a direct contrast to their physical roles, swept Ridge off his feet. Roth doubted his little brother knew what hit him, or even cared.
At around ten-thirty, Roth went upstairs. He completed his nightly rituals, then stretched out in bed. He placed his cell phone on the nightstand, picked it back up, and scrolled through to the mobile number from Adam’s card. It rang three times.
“Thought you intended to spend the holidays with the fam?”
Roth’s gut pulled taut at the sound of the other man’s voice. “I’m laying in my old bed in the room I grew up in as I speak.”
“What’re you calling me for? Think they’ll mind my showing up for sex?”
“No,” Roth answered honestly. “But, I just wanted to talk to you.”
“I keep telling you I’m no good at this.”
Exhaling a long breath, Roth countered, “I intend to teach you.”
“Fuck you, Garrett. I’ve had all the training I care to.”
Baited and on the hunt now, Roth smiled in the near darkness. “Hang up on me. If not, I’m gonna have you jacking off with me.”
Swift intake of air, followed by, “I should hang up.”
“Go ahead,” Roth goaded. “Or tell me where you are.”
“The apartment.”
He noted Adam didn’t even use the possessive pronoun to signal ownership. “Let me guess. Came home from the shelter, showered and ate some pathetic dinner from the freezer.”
Hesitation. “I stopped for a sub.”
“My bother and I have re-enacted the battle for Carthage in kitchen form. We have cooked some fantastic food. Not sure who won, but he did it with wounds.” Roth lifted his head from the pillow to sweep his hair aside before leaning back. With his free hand, he reached down and stroked his rousing cock. “I’m laying here naked, thinking about how good your skin tastes.”
A low groan rewarded him. “Damn it.”
“Take off your clothes and stretch out on your bed.”
Adam gave a sound of rebellion. “Done with taking orders.”
Aggression boiling, Roth snarled, “Do it.”
Another groan. “You relentless bastard.”
Blood filling his dick, Roth replied, “That’s starting to sound like an endearment. Do this for me.”
“You’re already handling yourself, aren’t you?”
He stroked his erection, losing himself in his lover’s voice. “Yeah.” He heard Adam hit the bed none too gently. “Clothes off.”
Fabric rustled. “You have me hard already.”
Hot, salacious delight whipped through him. “Get yourself off, Adam.” He pumped his increasingly demanding, jerking erection. “And, let me hear. I wish I could kiss you. I love your mouth.”
A sound of abandonment and accelerated respiration. “I love your tongue in it.”
Roth’s superiority dissolved. “I’m so lonely without you. I could stand it before you. Now, it’s too much.”
“Fuck, keep talking.”
Without reserve, he jerked himself to climax as he spoke. “I’m remembering how hot and tight your ass felt. I think about burying myself there, licking and biting your neck.”
Adam growled, “I feel empty without you inside me.”
Blazing with libidinous fire, Roth murmured, “I could stay there forever.”
“Uhhhhh, I’m gonna shoot.”
He heard a sound he knew meant his lover had lost himself to sensation. Roth increased his self-stimulation, abandoned to the sound of his lover’s orgasm. “Me, too.” The eruption made him roll head and shoulders up from the bed. “I drenched my chest and shoulders.”
“Me, too.” Shallow, rapid breaths.
Still burning in the heat of lust, Roth rumbled, “My house tomorrow night. You stay.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I can’t.”
Roth trailed his fingers through the semen on his torso. It felt entirely different from having that kind of contact with Adam’s. “I want you at my place tomorrow evening. And, you spend the night.”
“No.”
“Yes.” He rolled out of bed and went to clean up. “Come in the front. It’ll be unlocked.”
Roth parked his car, lowered the garage door, then walked into the house. After a quick shower, he pulled on low-riding silk gi pants, took a bottle of Stoli from the freezer, poured two small glasses and set them upon the cork runner on the bar between kitchen and den. He went to the entertainment armoire, tapped buttons to begin music. After unlocking the front door, he slid open the wide glass doors to the patio. The air rushed in, and at about fifty-five degrees, it felt good on his skin as he stood there for a few minutes. Then, he closed them and flipped the lock.
He heard the front door open and close, the bolt slide. Roth closed his eyes as his lover’s body struck his and those powerful arms wrapped his torso. “You seductive son-of-a-bitch.”
Roth leaned back into his lover’s embrace. “You smell so good, baby.”
“I’m not your ‘baby’.”
Roth exhaled. “Yes, you are.”
“Just fuck me.”
Roth turned, scooped up Adam and toted him to bed. Placing him upon the mattress, he stripped off the other man’s garments. “Baby, I will.”
Adam reached to help Roth from his single article of clothing. “I get hard just picturing your body.”
“I think about you all the time.” He pulled the lubrication from the drawer, slicked his fingers and courted the threshold of his lover’s body. That clinging, welcoming heat caused his hands to shake. He leaned down and their mouths met with a mutual groan.
Roth stayed the night of Christmas Day. He found himself watching his younger brother and Jason. As a family, they had kind of given up on Ridge settling down. He’d always lived his life as a maverick, doing as he pleased and showing little interest in making a life with anyone. Then, Jason came along, and in a direct contrast to their physical roles, swept Ridge off his feet. Roth doubted his little brother knew what hit him, or even cared.
At around ten-thirty, Roth went upstairs. He completed his nightly rituals, then stretched out in bed. He placed his cell phone on the nightstand, picked it back up, and scrolled through to the mobile number from Adam’s card. It rang three times.
“Thought you intended to spend the holidays with the fam?”
Roth’s gut pulled taut at the sound of the other man’s voice. “I’m laying in my old bed in the room I grew up in as I speak.”
“What’re you calling me for? Think they’ll mind my showing up for sex?”
“No,” Roth answered honestly. “But, I just wanted to talk to you.”
“I keep telling you I’m no good at this.”
Exhaling a long breath, Roth countered, “I intend to teach you.”
“Fuck you, Garrett. I’ve had all the training I care to.”
Baited and on the hunt now, Roth smiled in the near darkness. “Hang up on me. If not, I’m gonna have you jacking off with me.”
Swift intake of air, followed by, “I should hang up.”
“Go ahead,” Roth goaded. “Or tell me where you are.”
“The apartment.”
He noted Adam didn’t even use the possessive pronoun to signal ownership. “Let me guess. Came home from the shelter, showered and ate some pathetic dinner from the freezer.”
Hesitation. “I stopped for a sub.”
“My bother and I have re-enacted the battle for Carthage in kitchen form. We have cooked some fantastic food. Not sure who won, but he did it with wounds.” Roth lifted his head from the pillow to sweep his hair aside before leaning back. With his free hand, he reached down and stroked his rousing cock. “I’m laying here naked, thinking about how good your skin tastes.”
A low groan rewarded him. “Damn it.”
“Take off your clothes and stretch out on your bed.”
Adam gave a sound of rebellion. “Done with taking orders.”
Aggression boiling, Roth snarled, “Do it.”
Another groan. “You relentless bastard.”
Blood filling his dick, Roth replied, “That’s starting to sound like an endearment. Do this for me.”
“You’re already handling yourself, aren’t you?”
He stroked his erection, losing himself in his lover’s voice. “Yeah.” He heard Adam hit the bed none too gently. “Clothes off.”
Fabric rustled. “You have me hard already.”
Hot, salacious delight whipped through him. “Get yourself off, Adam.” He pumped his increasingly demanding, jerking erection. “And, let me hear. I wish I could kiss you. I love your mouth.”
A sound of abandonment and accelerated respiration. “I love your tongue in it.”
Roth’s superiority dissolved. “I’m so lonely without you. I could stand it before you. Now, it’s too much.”
“Fuck, keep talking.”
Without reserve, he jerked himself to climax as he spoke. “I’m remembering how hot and tight your ass felt. I think about burying myself there, licking and biting your neck.”
Adam growled, “I feel empty without you inside me.”
Blazing with libidinous fire, Roth murmured, “I could stay there forever.”
“Uhhhhh, I’m gonna shoot.”
He heard a sound he knew meant his lover had lost himself to sensation. Roth increased his self-stimulation, abandoned to the sound of his lover’s orgasm. “Me, too.” The eruption made him roll head and shoulders up from the bed. “I drenched my chest and shoulders.”
“Me, too.” Shallow, rapid breaths.
Still burning in the heat of lust, Roth rumbled, “My house tomorrow night. You stay.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I can’t.”
Roth trailed his fingers through the semen on his torso. It felt entirely different from having that kind of contact with Adam’s. “I want you at my place tomorrow evening. And, you spend the night.”
“No.”
“Yes.” He rolled out of bed and went to clean up. “Come in the front. It’ll be unlocked.”
Roth parked his car, lowered the garage door, then walked into the house. After a quick shower, he pulled on low-riding silk gi pants, took a bottle of Stoli from the freezer, poured two small glasses and set them upon the cork runner on the bar between kitchen and den. He went to the entertainment armoire, tapped buttons to begin music. After unlocking the front door, he slid open the wide glass doors to the patio. The air rushed in, and at about fifty-five degrees, it felt good on his skin as he stood there for a few minutes. Then, he closed them and flipped the lock.
He heard the front door open and close, the bolt slide. Roth closed his eyes as his lover’s body struck his and those powerful arms wrapped his torso. “You seductive son-of-a-bitch.”
Roth leaned back into his lover’s embrace. “You smell so good, baby.”
“I’m not your ‘baby’.”
Roth exhaled. “Yes, you are.”
“Just fuck me.”
Roth turned, scooped up Adam and toted him to bed. Placing him upon the mattress, he stripped off the other man’s garments. “Baby, I will.”
Adam reached to help Roth from his single article of clothing. “I get hard just picturing your body.”
“I think about you all the time.” He pulled the lubrication from the drawer, slicked his fingers and courted the threshold of his lover’s body. That clinging, welcoming heat caused his hands to shake. He leaned down and their mouths met with a mutual groan.