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Adult ++
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Chapter Twenty-seven
A/N: Thanks so much for the input!
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Roth couldn’t refuse such a request. Despite having many sexual partners, he’d only had two lovers. He took the role very seriously. Rolling to place Adam under him, he leaned down and did his best to say ‘welcome home’ with a kiss. Adam’s groan went directly to his cock. For long moments they held each other’s jaw, mouths mating, erections jerking against each other.
A tremor passed along the length of his lover’s hard body. It humbled Roth. Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at his man. “My sweet baby.” Adam’s eyes opened, lids lifting his heavy lashes lazily. Roth smiled. “You have eyes like a woman or a legendary elf. Rest of you is all man.”
“Your man.” He lifted and lowered his hips restlessly.
Roth kissed him again, tasting his man’s mouth intimately. “I’m glad you’re home.”
“Make love to me.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want your beautiful mouth on my dick, then yours inside me.”
Roth delayed a little, kissing Adam’s glorious chest and belly. Those satiny nipples peaked under his tongue and he loved it. He nibbled his lover’s cock, as he dragged the man’s scent into his lungs. Then, he dabbed his tongue on the tip of Adam’s erection. Roth played with him, giving and taking pleasure. He sucked Adam’s delicious erection deep, milked him with the muscles at the back of his throat.
“Sweetheart, fuck me.”
Roth came upright on his knees, and reached for the lubrication. “I didn’t have anyone else.”
Adam seemed chastened. He closed his eyes briefly and his reply emerged very quiet. “Neither did I.”
Roth dragged a pillow under his lover’s pelvis, then he squeezed adequate slickness onto his cock. He courted the tight ring of muscle at the threshold of Adam’s body, easing forward, retreating and easing slightly forward, until he could bury himself in his lover’s hot sheath. “Christ. I missed the way you feel.” He broke a sweat from the cost of restraint, intending to give the other man an experience that would remind him why he would never leave again.
Groaning and lifting his hips, Adam said, “I dreamed about you fucking me.”
“You in me, me in you…” His breath caught at the bewitching sensations as he pulled almost all the way out and pushed until no daylight remained between them. “Whatever we’re doing, I think it’s my favorite.”
Adam reached back, catching Roth’s hips. “Stay …like that,” he panted. “You’re hitting me where it counts and I feel so full… like I might burst.”
Moving just a fraction, he shifted forward and back. Adam clenched around his cock hard enough to rip it off. “Fuck!” It almost hurt repeating the action. But, the animal sounds coming from his lover made it worthwhile. They boiled his blood.
Adam released his hold, propping himself on bent elbows. “Pampered, pleasured, and protected,” he murmured raggedly. “I am so blessed to be your baby.”
He pressed his chest to Adam’s back, hands on his biceps as his lover supported their combined weight with apparent ease. “Never leave me again.”
It hypnotized him, the minimum of motion with maximum libidinous mayhem. Roth lost himself to it, every cell in his body charged with the sensual input. Adam made a particular noise he knew well. Abandoning control, he thrust a bit roughly, maintaining the angle, and hopefully the contact with his man’s prostate.
Adam bellowed like a berserker. Thrashing to the point Roth restrained him for the finish. His life flashed before his eyes. Angels he didn’t believe in, sang. He understood the French term La Petite Morte.
They collapsed together. Roth didn’t bother with the effort of keeping his weight from the man under him.
In the night, Roth rose to get a drink of water. Joseph opened the slider, blurting, “You forgave him?”
Dressed only in gi pants, he answered, “I love the man.”
Joseph rushed to him. Stretching up to hug Roth’s neck, he whispered, “You’ve become my mother, father and brother. I can’t help resenting him for what he did to you.”
Roth embraced him. “Joseph, I welcome your love. But, forgive him. He thought he protected us.”
They all rose early given the staggered sleep schedule created by the mission to fetch Adam. Roth sensed the awkwardness between his lover and the other two men.
“Okay,” he said, taking a carton of eggs from the fridge. “Let’s just air the dirty laundry.”
Joseph ceased chopping shallots. “Adam, I’m pissed as hell about what you did to Roth.”
Adam walked over, hugged the much smaller man from behind. “I’m sorry. I’m hurting over it, too.”
Nathan rumbled, “I wanna kick your narrow ass for upsetting Joseph. You have no idea how he worried about Roth and you.”
Roth watched his lover give Joseph a squeeze. Then, he turned to face the powerhouse. “I can only apologize so many times before sounding insincere.”
“Once more for me.”
Adam turned, stepped toe-to-toe with the much heavier Nathan. Meeting his gaze, Adam spoke. “No. However, thanks for coming to get me.”
“You ever do anything like that again, I’ll personally hunt you and make it my business to get that apology.”
“Good enough.”
Roth considered each day a gift. He woke with the man he loved in his bed, spent much of the day in his proximity, and returned home with him. A week passed.
Nelson called his cell on an afternoon he had set aside to organize his work space and look at résumés from potential help. “Hey, the parents and fam okay?”
“Yeah. Roth, that pal who caught your man on the vid feed from the security gig has seen something else.”
He shut the door to his newly partitioned office space. Lowering his voice, he asked, “What?”
“Have your laptop with you?”
“Yes, send it.” Just like before, an email arrived with a link. This time, to a clip from saved footage. It showed two fairly large men entering the shelter in Chicago. “What am I looking at?”
“Hang on.”
Roth heard typing then a second email arrived. He opened it and saw the faces from the grainy footage cut and pasted beside mug shots. “These guys are supposed to still be in prison?” A third electronic missive arrived. Before he opened it, Nelson spoke.
“They weren’t supposed to reside in lockup, Roth. They’re supposed to be dead.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Roth couldn’t refuse such a request. Despite having many sexual partners, he’d only had two lovers. He took the role very seriously. Rolling to place Adam under him, he leaned down and did his best to say ‘welcome home’ with a kiss. Adam’s groan went directly to his cock. For long moments they held each other’s jaw, mouths mating, erections jerking against each other.
A tremor passed along the length of his lover’s hard body. It humbled Roth. Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at his man. “My sweet baby.” Adam’s eyes opened, lids lifting his heavy lashes lazily. Roth smiled. “You have eyes like a woman or a legendary elf. Rest of you is all man.”
“Your man.” He lifted and lowered his hips restlessly.
Roth kissed him again, tasting his man’s mouth intimately. “I’m glad you’re home.”
“Make love to me.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want your beautiful mouth on my dick, then yours inside me.”
Roth delayed a little, kissing Adam’s glorious chest and belly. Those satiny nipples peaked under his tongue and he loved it. He nibbled his lover’s cock, as he dragged the man’s scent into his lungs. Then, he dabbed his tongue on the tip of Adam’s erection. Roth played with him, giving and taking pleasure. He sucked Adam’s delicious erection deep, milked him with the muscles at the back of his throat.
“Sweetheart, fuck me.”
Roth came upright on his knees, and reached for the lubrication. “I didn’t have anyone else.”
Adam seemed chastened. He closed his eyes briefly and his reply emerged very quiet. “Neither did I.”
Roth dragged a pillow under his lover’s pelvis, then he squeezed adequate slickness onto his cock. He courted the tight ring of muscle at the threshold of Adam’s body, easing forward, retreating and easing slightly forward, until he could bury himself in his lover’s hot sheath. “Christ. I missed the way you feel.” He broke a sweat from the cost of restraint, intending to give the other man an experience that would remind him why he would never leave again.
Groaning and lifting his hips, Adam said, “I dreamed about you fucking me.”
“You in me, me in you…” His breath caught at the bewitching sensations as he pulled almost all the way out and pushed until no daylight remained between them. “Whatever we’re doing, I think it’s my favorite.”
Adam reached back, catching Roth’s hips. “Stay …like that,” he panted. “You’re hitting me where it counts and I feel so full… like I might burst.”
Moving just a fraction, he shifted forward and back. Adam clenched around his cock hard enough to rip it off. “Fuck!” It almost hurt repeating the action. But, the animal sounds coming from his lover made it worthwhile. They boiled his blood.
Adam released his hold, propping himself on bent elbows. “Pampered, pleasured, and protected,” he murmured raggedly. “I am so blessed to be your baby.”
He pressed his chest to Adam’s back, hands on his biceps as his lover supported their combined weight with apparent ease. “Never leave me again.”
It hypnotized him, the minimum of motion with maximum libidinous mayhem. Roth lost himself to it, every cell in his body charged with the sensual input. Adam made a particular noise he knew well. Abandoning control, he thrust a bit roughly, maintaining the angle, and hopefully the contact with his man’s prostate.
Adam bellowed like a berserker. Thrashing to the point Roth restrained him for the finish. His life flashed before his eyes. Angels he didn’t believe in, sang. He understood the French term La Petite Morte.
They collapsed together. Roth didn’t bother with the effort of keeping his weight from the man under him.
In the night, Roth rose to get a drink of water. Joseph opened the slider, blurting, “You forgave him?”
Dressed only in gi pants, he answered, “I love the man.”
Joseph rushed to him. Stretching up to hug Roth’s neck, he whispered, “You’ve become my mother, father and brother. I can’t help resenting him for what he did to you.”
Roth embraced him. “Joseph, I welcome your love. But, forgive him. He thought he protected us.”
They all rose early given the staggered sleep schedule created by the mission to fetch Adam. Roth sensed the awkwardness between his lover and the other two men.
“Okay,” he said, taking a carton of eggs from the fridge. “Let’s just air the dirty laundry.”
Joseph ceased chopping shallots. “Adam, I’m pissed as hell about what you did to Roth.”
Adam walked over, hugged the much smaller man from behind. “I’m sorry. I’m hurting over it, too.”
Nathan rumbled, “I wanna kick your narrow ass for upsetting Joseph. You have no idea how he worried about Roth and you.”
Roth watched his lover give Joseph a squeeze. Then, he turned to face the powerhouse. “I can only apologize so many times before sounding insincere.”
“Once more for me.”
Adam turned, stepped toe-to-toe with the much heavier Nathan. Meeting his gaze, Adam spoke. “No. However, thanks for coming to get me.”
“You ever do anything like that again, I’ll personally hunt you and make it my business to get that apology.”
“Good enough.”
Roth considered each day a gift. He woke with the man he loved in his bed, spent much of the day in his proximity, and returned home with him. A week passed.
Nelson called his cell on an afternoon he had set aside to organize his work space and look at résumés from potential help. “Hey, the parents and fam okay?”
“Yeah. Roth, that pal who caught your man on the vid feed from the security gig has seen something else.”
He shut the door to his newly partitioned office space. Lowering his voice, he asked, “What?”
“Have your laptop with you?”
“Yes, send it.” Just like before, an email arrived with a link. This time, to a clip from saved footage. It showed two fairly large men entering the shelter in Chicago. “What am I looking at?”
“Hang on.”
Roth heard typing then a second email arrived. He opened it and saw the faces from the grainy footage cut and pasted beside mug shots. “These guys are supposed to still be in prison?” A third electronic missive arrived. Before he opened it, Nelson spoke.
“They weren’t supposed to reside in lockup, Roth. They’re supposed to be dead.”