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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
57
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20,055
Reviews:
556
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1
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Chapter Thirty
CHAPTER THIRTY
No beta. Pardon.
Roth woke in the pre-dawn. Normal sounds of his house surrounded. Adam, lying mostly on top of him, slept a palpably heavy slumber. In the early morning darkness, he stroked his lover’s loose, silky hair and broad, warm back. It continued to awe him how tactile contact could go so directly to his heart.
He dozed a little, conscious of Adam, enjoying him. His lover groaned softly, shifting his hips and rubbing a forming erection against Roth’s lower belly. It made him smile. He wanted this man with a primal passion. That in tandem with much love, created a wonderful cocktail of libidinous pleasure and emotional satisfaction.
Adam lifted his head to gaze at Roth. Violet eyes slumberous, he presented a sensual picture. “I dreamed about you.”
Holding his lover tighter, he replied, “Tell me.”
Adam’s arched brows lowered and a crease appeared between them. “I dreamed about Wes, too.”
Roth made the leap. “Bradley’s friend who recruited you?”
Adam laid his head down upon Roth’s chest. “The first time I noticed him sexually, I was maybe fourteen. He knew about me, knew about the secret.”
Steeling himself for the answer, he asked, “Did he hurt you?”
“No.” Adam turned his face to drag in a deep breath from the skin over Roth’s chest. “He encouraged my marksmanship with a rifle. I didn’t really want it. But, he and Bradley kinda turned the screws.”
Roth ran his hands over his troubled lover as he questioned him. “What happened?”
“Wes began testing me. I wanted to fuck him, so I went along with it a while.”
Tuned into his man’s every breath and twitch, Roth queried, “Tell me how it happened.”
“When he’d visit, he would set up ranges. I could make every shot. Without tech help, I calculated wind and horizon. I could make shots he could not believe.”
Roth reminded himself to ‘first, do no harm’. “Mm-hmm.”
“One weekend, Bradley had to go away. Wes stayed. I waited until he had crashed in Bradley’s bed, then walked in naked.”
Roth chuckled. “You went after him cold on the merit of your beauty?”
“Stupid, huh?”
Delighted with his lover all over again, he returned. “No. I do have to say you bending a grown man over strikes me as a coup.”
Adam lifted his head. Roth stroked his jaw, so in love. His lover said, “Thank you for the notebook and sketch materials.”
“My joy, baby.”
The new bodyguard detail arrived before noon. Joseph retreated to the guesthouse. Nathan navigated the assignment of duty and shift. Shortly after, the security system underwent an invasive update. Roth signed off on the changes needed to the house.
In the midst of the chaos, Nathan called a council among the house residents. Placing four pistols on the bar, he addressed the situation. “These are registered through the private detail. They have legal teams waiting in the case of an issue with the law.”
Adam stepped back. “I’ll never pick up another gun of any kind.”
Joseph reached for his hand. “It’s okay. We’ll protect you.”
Roth finished his examination of a patient. The woman had proven quiet and polite, no doubt a victim of circumstance. “Ms. Pool. You suffer from bursitis. It’s not septic, so you have no infection. Looks like a simple case of the condition brought on from previous physical damage.”
The frail woman gripped his hand. “You’re an angel of mercy.”
Uncomfortable with the praise, Roth replied, "No, ma’am. Just doing my job.”
He wrote her a prescription, asked that she returned in five days, and then the door to his yet-evolving clinic opened again. A young black woman with bright pink hair slunk to the exam table. “Doc.”
“Are you even of age?”
Her brown eyes flickered in his direction. “I turned eighteen two weeks ago.
Roth suffered a stab of sympathy. “Drugs?”
“No.”
“Alcohol?”
She hopped down to her feet, a force of anger. “No! You white bread fucker, I am knocked up. How’s that for cliché?”
Roth noted her defensive stance. “Since you wouldn’t give your name, may I ask now?”
“Snow fucking White. If seven little sawed-off sons-a-bitches come in later, tell them one wasn’t shooting blanks.”
Roth howled. As he regained control of himself, he said, “Okay, Ms. White, let’s begin again.”
He returned home to the distinct scent of osso buco. Roth grinned, wondering which student of cooking bore the brunt. Joseph met him again as bickering ensued in the background.
“They like it,” Joseph sighed. “Welcome home.”
Leaning down to give the smaller man a quick kiss on the cheek, he murmured, “There’s a black girl from my practice at the shelter that may come by. She calls herself Snow White, just let her in.”
No beta. Pardon.
Roth woke in the pre-dawn. Normal sounds of his house surrounded. Adam, lying mostly on top of him, slept a palpably heavy slumber. In the early morning darkness, he stroked his lover’s loose, silky hair and broad, warm back. It continued to awe him how tactile contact could go so directly to his heart.
He dozed a little, conscious of Adam, enjoying him. His lover groaned softly, shifting his hips and rubbing a forming erection against Roth’s lower belly. It made him smile. He wanted this man with a primal passion. That in tandem with much love, created a wonderful cocktail of libidinous pleasure and emotional satisfaction.
Adam lifted his head to gaze at Roth. Violet eyes slumberous, he presented a sensual picture. “I dreamed about you.”
Holding his lover tighter, he replied, “Tell me.”
Adam’s arched brows lowered and a crease appeared between them. “I dreamed about Wes, too.”
Roth made the leap. “Bradley’s friend who recruited you?”
Adam laid his head down upon Roth’s chest. “The first time I noticed him sexually, I was maybe fourteen. He knew about me, knew about the secret.”
Steeling himself for the answer, he asked, “Did he hurt you?”
“No.” Adam turned his face to drag in a deep breath from the skin over Roth’s chest. “He encouraged my marksmanship with a rifle. I didn’t really want it. But, he and Bradley kinda turned the screws.”
Roth ran his hands over his troubled lover as he questioned him. “What happened?”
“Wes began testing me. I wanted to fuck him, so I went along with it a while.”
Tuned into his man’s every breath and twitch, Roth queried, “Tell me how it happened.”
“When he’d visit, he would set up ranges. I could make every shot. Without tech help, I calculated wind and horizon. I could make shots he could not believe.”
Roth reminded himself to ‘first, do no harm’. “Mm-hmm.”
“One weekend, Bradley had to go away. Wes stayed. I waited until he had crashed in Bradley’s bed, then walked in naked.”
Roth chuckled. “You went after him cold on the merit of your beauty?”
“Stupid, huh?”
Delighted with his lover all over again, he returned. “No. I do have to say you bending a grown man over strikes me as a coup.”
Adam lifted his head. Roth stroked his jaw, so in love. His lover said, “Thank you for the notebook and sketch materials.”
“My joy, baby.”
The new bodyguard detail arrived before noon. Joseph retreated to the guesthouse. Nathan navigated the assignment of duty and shift. Shortly after, the security system underwent an invasive update. Roth signed off on the changes needed to the house.
In the midst of the chaos, Nathan called a council among the house residents. Placing four pistols on the bar, he addressed the situation. “These are registered through the private detail. They have legal teams waiting in the case of an issue with the law.”
Adam stepped back. “I’ll never pick up another gun of any kind.”
Joseph reached for his hand. “It’s okay. We’ll protect you.”
Roth finished his examination of a patient. The woman had proven quiet and polite, no doubt a victim of circumstance. “Ms. Pool. You suffer from bursitis. It’s not septic, so you have no infection. Looks like a simple case of the condition brought on from previous physical damage.”
The frail woman gripped his hand. “You’re an angel of mercy.”
Uncomfortable with the praise, Roth replied, "No, ma’am. Just doing my job.”
He wrote her a prescription, asked that she returned in five days, and then the door to his yet-evolving clinic opened again. A young black woman with bright pink hair slunk to the exam table. “Doc.”
“Are you even of age?”
Her brown eyes flickered in his direction. “I turned eighteen two weeks ago.
Roth suffered a stab of sympathy. “Drugs?”
“No.”
“Alcohol?”
She hopped down to her feet, a force of anger. “No! You white bread fucker, I am knocked up. How’s that for cliché?”
Roth noted her defensive stance. “Since you wouldn’t give your name, may I ask now?”
“Snow fucking White. If seven little sawed-off sons-a-bitches come in later, tell them one wasn’t shooting blanks.”
Roth howled. As he regained control of himself, he said, “Okay, Ms. White, let’s begin again.”
He returned home to the distinct scent of osso buco. Roth grinned, wondering which student of cooking bore the brunt. Joseph met him again as bickering ensued in the background.
“They like it,” Joseph sighed. “Welcome home.”
Leaning down to give the smaller man a quick kiss on the cheek, he murmured, “There’s a black girl from my practice at the shelter that may come by. She calls herself Snow White, just let her in.”