Priceless

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style='font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Camberic;color:#FF6600'>Chapter Three:style='font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Camberic;color:#FF6600'>

Adan
was taken aback at the statement, and completely startled when w:st="on">Saba’s warm lips pressed against his own. A soft kiss,
warm, inviting…

Wanting.

“S-Saba?”

“When
I get horny, I have to touch someone,” Saba said
softly, warm breath caressing Adan’s ear, “when I get really horny, I need to
be touched here.”

Taking
Adan’s hands, Saba placed one on the shell of
his ear and the other over his heart, allowing the other man to feel his heart
racing.

“w:st="on">Saba…”

“Don’t
you want to know what happens when I get really, really horny? When I lose
control? Do you, Adan?” Saba asked, kneeling
between Adan’s legs and giving him a clear view of the red-head’s obvious
masculinity, looking — to be honest — painful, so vertical it was.

“I-I
can’t.”

“Why
not, Adan?” Saba asked, bottom lip in a pout,
“Please? All right, I’m only nineteen, but that’s all I lied about, I swear.”

Adan
looked away, having thought he looked too young to be twenty-one, but that
wasn’t it, not at all.

“This
is… this is just too hard, Saba. I can’t…”

“There’s
something hard all right,” Saba sneered
suddenly, putting his right hand on his cock and stroking it slowly, “but it’s
nothing to do with your apparent confusion, which I don’t understand, by the
way. You came to me. I thought you’d finally accepted this, gotten over whatever
taboo thoughts you may have had.”

“w:st="on">Saba, what’s gotten into you?”

“Me?
This is who I am, Adan. The me customers never see. This is me trying to be
honest and open with you,” Saba said, thumb
circling the tip of his stiff member, “hasn’t Dae ever told you? I know what I
want, Adan. Unfortunately, what I want doesn’t want me.”

Stunned
to say the least by Saba’s outburst, Adan could only watch in apparent slow
motion as Saba’s hands moved up to cup Adan’s face, his lips closing about
Adan’s earlobe and suckling it gently, alternating between the gentle and
aggressive Saba that Adan had come to know.
All the same, Adan didn’t know what to do, what to say. Yes, he had come to w:st="on">Saba, but only because Dae had said…

Daemyn.

Dammit,
he’d done it again, hadn’t he? Set him up.

Maybe…
did Dae really believe that this was the best thing for him? Adan supposed that
all Dae really wanted was for the two of them to find happiness.

“style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Being with a man doesn’t scare me,” Adan
thought, even as Saba’s lips moved to kiss Adan’s neck, amber eyes seeming
prepared or braced for abandonment, “being
alone does.”

“Adan…
please…” Saba murmured, pushing Adan onto his
back and placing his lips by his ear, “Just… just tell me you want this, you
want me. I don’t want there to be any regrets, I don’t want to hurt anyone…
w-will… will you stay with me?”

The
calm, nice Saba was back again — Adan didn’t really believe there was a
difference, it was just easier for him to label it thus — and begging him not
to leave.

Adan
made his choice.

“Y-Y…You
say you know what you want?”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Sabastyle='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> looked up, the feeling displayed in those
amber eyes was unreadable as he answered, “Yes.”

“Come
here.” Adan said softly, holding his arms out to Saba.

Hesitating
slightly, Saba nearly fell into Adan’s
embrace, feeling so damn stupid to have been acting so… needy. He hated that,
hated the stereotypes placed upon him just because he liked to be on the
bottom. Being on the bottom didn’t mean he was girly, it just meant he liked
the feeling of a cock up his ass. End of story. Done.

Yet
there he’d been, groveling and pleading, just like those damn effeminate fools
he’d worked with for years.

Still…
being hugged did feel nice.

“Not
one word of this. To style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>any one.” Saba
muttered indignantly as he pulled away from the embrace.

Adan
chuckled, “I promise.”

“I
suppose… you’re going to be leaving now?”

He
shrugged, “I suppose I should, shouldn’t I? It’ll be dark soon, after all.”

Sighing,
Saba watched as Adan got up from the bed and headed towards the exit, “Oh, and w:st="on">Saba?”

“style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Here it comes… that ‘It wouldn’t work
between us,’ line…” Saba thought,
preparing himself for the blow, “Yes?”

Adan
looked over his shoulder, light brown hair ruffled by the breeze from outside,
emerald eyes glinting oddly in the candlelight as he smirked, “I want you.”

Caught
completely off guard, Saba could only stare at Adan as though the older man had
grown another head, sprouted a forked tail, and starting playing Mozart’s “Requiem”
on bagpipes, “W-What?”

“I
know you heard me. What are you waiting for? I don’t care what side of you I
see, Saba, because the in the end, it’s still
you.”

“A-Adan…”
He sputtered, unable to believe what he was hearing, but decided to try an
experiment anyway, “come here and sit down.”

Unquestioningly,
Adan walked over to the piled mattresses and sat down on the edge. Blinking, w:st="on">Saba was nearly giddy with delight. There really was
someone who didn’t mind that he was bossy by nature just like…

Just
as Dae had said there would be.

Dammit,
now he owed the bastard a favor.

“Are
you going to sit there and stare at me all night or is this all there is to it?”

Lip
curling into a bit of a snarl, Saba practically tackled Adan down to the lie on
his back while Saba straddled his waist, hands
splayed on his chest, “Do you know what’s wrong with this picture?”

“Um…
no?”

“You
still have clothes on,” Saba smiled — smirked,
really, “but don’t worry, I’ll remedy that.”

Not
doubting for a second that Saba would keep his
word, Adan attempted to stay calm as he felt warm hands slipping up beneath his
T-shirt to run gentle fingertips over his chest, pausing to circle his nipples
before that hungry amber gaze met Adan’s own half-lidded eyes, “Have anything
in your pockets?”

“N-No…”
Adan said, thinking the question rather odd, especially at a time like this, “Why?”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Sabastyle='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> seemed to ignore him before placing his
hand right over Adan’s crotch, his touch warm even through his jeans, “Then you
really are just that happy to see me.”

Feeling
the blush just explode onto his cheeks, Adan had to look away, barely noticing
the nimble fingers unfastening the button and lowering the zipper of his jeans.
Didn’t notice the warm lips trailing soft kisses down his chest, that small
pink tongue circling his navel, and didn’t even hear himself giving all the
encouragement Saba needed to continue as the younger man lifted the shirt up
over Adan’s head, soft, warm lips closed over his nipple, pulling it gently
into an even warmer mouth, teeth nipping softly at the tender flesh. A groan
built at the back of his throat, and he quickly attempted to quench it.

“style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Why do I try…?”

“Let
it out,” Saba smirked, as though having
guessed Adan’s thoughts, “it’s okay to like it, Adan.
I do. Here, let’s try this. Put that over your eyes. Take it off whenever you
want.”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Adan looked at the scarf Saba held
in his hand, feeling so… disgusted with himself that despite the fact that he’d
made his choice, he still couldn’t quite accept it, “Thank you.”

“Anything
to help.” Saba said, watching class=SpellE>Adan with unreadable eyes as the older man draped the scarf
over his eyes.

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Dae was right. Saba style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>would do anything to make it pleasurable.

Feeling
Sabaclass=SpellE>’s hands pulling at the rest of his clothing, it wasn’t
long before he was completely naked, the air feeling good on his warm flesh.
But where was Sa-…?

Something
warm and wet touched—no, licked—the underside of Adan’s
now fully-erect penis, another lick close behind, this time circling the
sensitive head. Soon Sabaclass=SpellE>’s mouth was closed all around him, taking him fully into
his mouth and humming every-once-in-a-while to hold Adan’s
attention. He was being pleasured into one of the most peaceful places he had
ever known, orgasm building up quickly, for the young man was indeed skilled at
what he did. Just as he was about to release into that warm, tantalizing mouth,
the sensations stopped.

“Unh…”
Adan whined, unable to stop himself, eyes opening
from beneath the scarf.

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Sabastyle='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> still straddled him — he could feel those
muscled legs on either side of him — and he could hear the smirk in that smooth
voice, “Oh no, you don’t cum before I do. Tell me you want me. Tell me what you
think I’m going to do to you. I want to hear it, Adan.”

Too
much had built up inside of him, he couldn’t keep it in anymore, even going to
far as to pull the scarf from his face so Saba
could see his sincerity, “I… I want you…. and…. and you’re gonna…
f-fuck me.”

“Me?”
Saba asked, small, firm ass positioned over class=SpellE>Adan’s throbbing cock, “Oh no, Adan;
you’re going to fuck style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>me.”

Before
Adan could so much as blink, Saba
was lowering himself onto his firm shaft, taking him in inch-by-inch, the
feeling one hundred times better than anything he had ever felt before. Hands
braced on Adan’s chest, Saba
rocked his hips in a slow up and down motion, amber eyes keeping class=SpellE>Adan in a sort of trance. Before he knew what was
happening, Adan had placed his hands on class=SpellE>Saba’s hips and guiding his every move, as though he’d
somehow done this before… hell, Saba was the
only one who really knew what he was doing…

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Adan’sstyle='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> right hand had snuck down from class=SpellE>Saba’s hip to his own cock, taking it into his hand and
watching in wonderment, as though looking down from above them, like one of
those out-of-body experiences he’d read about.

“You…
don’t have to… to do that….” Saba breathed
softly, leaning back slightly with his hands behind him on Adan’s
thighs.

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Adan gulped, his next words surprising the both of them, “I want
t-to…”

Suddenly,
Adan lifted Saba and
moved the smaller man to his hands and knees. Clearly confused, w:st="on">Saba groaned as Adan slowly
pressed himself into that tight warmth, the two of them cumming
together in near-perfect unison.

They
lay on the bed for a long moment, Adan’s mind still
reeling and his body still humming with sexual energy. Looking over at w:st="on">Saba, the younger man had already rolled over onto his
back, looking completely content with himself.

“You
know what?” Saba whispered, looking over at class=SpellE>Adan’s motionless form.

“What?”

He
smiled, “I really hate when your brother is right.”

“You’re
not the only one,” Adan chuckled, a thought striking
him, “hey… Saba? Could I ask you something?”

“Sure,
what is it?”

“Have…
have you ever….?”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Sabastyle='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> rolled onto his side & placed his
hand beneath Adan’s chin, turning his head to face
him, “Spit it out. There’s very little you can say that will offend me.”

“Have
you ever fucked anyone?” Adan blurted.

Blinking
and cocking his head, Saba asked, “Well, let’s
see, I just fucked you, didn’t I?”

“That’s…
that’s not what I meant,” Adan muttered, searching
his brain for the words he wanted, “I mean, have you ever been — what’s it
called already? — been on the giving side rather than the receiving?”

“On
top? Me? Sure I have, just not very often.”

“Why
not?”

He
shrugged, “I don’t know. I always got paid to be on the bottom. After a while I
guess I just forgot about ever being on top again, since I liked being bottom
so much.”

“Oh…”

“What’s
the matter?”

“It’s…
it’s nothing, really.”

“No,
come on. There’s something you want to ask me, so ask.”

Licking
his bottom lip — when had his mouth become so dry? — Adan
felt the heat rising in his cheeks, “Would you… would you ever, class=SpellE>er, top me?”

“Is
that what you want?”

“Y-yea.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  I’d… I’d like to try it.”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Sabastyle='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> smiled softly, liquid gold eyes warm as
he ran his fingers through Adan’s hair, “If that’s
what you want, then that’s what I’ll do. Even if it’s just the once. class=SpellE>Whaddya think about that?”

“I…
I’d like that. Really. Thanks, Saba.”

“Not
a problem,” he smirked, face turning as serious as Adan
had ever seen it, “now I have a question for you. A big one.”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Adan cocked his head, “What is it?”

“Seeing
as how we just fucked and all, this may seem a bit late, but… would you go out
with me? I mean it, really… I’ve never dated style='mso-spacerun:yes'> anyone before. It’s only ever been clients.”

It
was Adan’s turn to smile as he pulled w:st="on">Saba into another warm hug, “I’d love to.”

Curled
up in the warmth and safety of Adan’s embrace, w:st="on">Saba fell into a deep sleep the likes of which he hadn’t
had in a long time… at least, not without medication.

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Daemynstyle='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> had promised happiness, and w:st="on">Saba had indeed found it with Adan.
He felt he’d also found love, despite the fact that no such declarations had
been made. This was one of those things that would withstand the tests of time,
unbreakable by law, by stuck-up congressmen or senators, nothing would ever
come between them…

A
love like theirs was truly, undoubtedly, priceless.

…

Now
when would Daemyn’s doubling of Saba’s
stolen savings be delivered?