Before You
folder
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
57
Views:
20,075
Reviews:
556
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
57
Views:
20,075
Reviews:
556
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Forty-nine
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
“Authorities still refuse to comment on the suspected cause of death. However, channel three, WSAV reporter, Will Greenburg, did learn that parents of Gina Stamp have retained the services of legendary defense attorney, Merritt Bear, to attempt putting a gag order on all details concerning their daughter’s slaying.”
Roth, sitting on the floor, his legs stretched out before him and crossed at the ankles, asked, “How would you feel about that?” His heart thumped awkwardly as he attempted to keep his tone neutral.
Adam, on the couch above with his spread thighs on either side of Roth, leaned forward and embraced him. “I agree. If I could take back knowing about Evie, I would.”
Roth kind of sighed internally. Reaching up to grip his lover’s forearms, he pressed, “Really?”
“Yeah. Then I wouldn’t feel so compelled to see her.” Adam leaned down to bring his mouth to Roth’s ear. “Knowing the awful details won’t bring her back. Better to just deal with the loss.” His warm tongue dabbed at the sensitive canal. “Nathan and Joseph won’t return until after eleven, sweetheart. Didn’t you promise me I could look at you naked a long time, and then fuck you?”
Roth smiled and responded, “I did.”
“Go.” His arms dropped away. “When I walk in that bedroom, I want to have a show waiting.”
Roth surged to his feet and went to do as told. He flipped on a lamp, stripped down, and set out some of their toys, a choice of lubes and a little case of antibacterial hand wipes.
He stood beside the bed, figuring a good harem boy wouldn’t presume to know what his master wished. Pulling the cloth-covered elastic band from the base of his skull, he made quick work of braiding his hair to keep it out of his way.
Adam walked in, violet eyes moving over him with familiar avarice. It went straight to Roth’s dick. “Mmm. Damn I love watching your cock get hard for me.”
With arousal lacing his blood, Roth confessed, “I love your watching.” His balls felt heavy, his skin tight and sensitive all over.
His lover went to sit in the chair. “Go stand at the end of the bed. Back to me, legs wide and hands on the mattress.” When he obeyed, Adam rumbled low in his throat. “That view makes me so hot.”
The weight of his man’s gaze threatened to stop his lungs. He stood there, quiet for long moments, growing hotter, harder and less patient. “What next?”
“I’m good,” Adam replied. “I could look at you like this for weeks.”
Staring down at the bedspread, he said, “You’re jacking off.”
“Yeah.”
His erection jerked and bounced against his belly. He waited. “Fuck, Adam, gimme something.”
“Get on the bed and lay on your back.”
Roth complied. “Like this?”
“No. Feet closer to your body and wider apart.”
He attempted to follow directions. “Better?”
“Fuck, yeah. Your balls are so big and tight, and I adore looking at your beautiful asshole.”
Roth shuddered, reached for his erection. “Baby …”
“No. Hands off yourself.”
Willingly submissive he waited, on fire and in love. Then, he heard Adam rise and approach. His love sank to his knees, and his hot tongue lavished attention to the threshold of Roth’s body.
“Yeah. Adam. Baby, fuck me.”
“I will, sweetheart. For now, work your cock and let me watch.”
The following morning, he woke smiling, draped all over his baby and smelling the lingering scent of their lovemaking. He felt better, his mood lighter than he’d enjoyed since learning about Wes’ potential implication.
Fridays usually proved busy at the clinic. Although Roth had put Naddy to recruiting and hiring help, warm bodies remained thin on the ground. He eased from bed, trying not to wake his fiancé.
Adam rolled onto his back. His shiny hair spilled over the cream-colored pillow case. “Can you dodge and take me riding today?”
He smiled, flooded with a rush of emotion and sympathy. “Gimme an hour.”
It actually required less trouble than expected to set up a colleague who owed him a favor.
Roth phoned Naddy, then Jamison Alstead’s head of staff. The FBI agents assigned to protective duty didn’t seem thrilled with the situation. However, they sucked it up, distributed vests, found a local company that rented and delivered four-wheelers.
Once they reached the stable, Alonzo quickly bid his nephew to tack Sultana.
Adam grinned and reached over to cuff Roth’s arm lightly. “Gonna give me another slow boat?”
Roth shook his head. “Not since I saw you have skills. Alonzo, Mr -” he caught himself, “Reed will ride Pen.”
After they stood alone in the breezeway, Adam murmured, “Don’t know that wreck.”
“February eighteenth, nineteen fifty-six. American tanker, Pendelton. Taken by a gale off Cape Cod, 10,448 tons.”
Adam’s gaze lowered to his mouth. “You just know all this shit?”
“Curse of a very active brain and no social life for over a decade.” He glanced at his lover. “Remember my family does salvage.”
They rode for almost three hours, engaging in races, jumping contests and some random kissing. It made Roth almost forget about the threat of his lover’s relapsing.
That night they returned to find television news crews swarming the house. Nelson, a treasure beyond estimation, had arrived with warm bodies. They surrounded Roth and Adam and escorted them into the house.
Nelson kept his arm over Adam’s head. “Just walk, Mr. Taggart. We’ll take care of the rest.”
Once they all had entered the house and the door closed, Roth asked, “Where’d all this shit come from?”
Nelson met his gaze. “Someone leaked a shit-batch of details and now inquiring minds want to know about you and your tragic lover.
A/N : Link to a het paranormal romance I am posting. A complete work slapped up according to interest.
http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600098911
“Authorities still refuse to comment on the suspected cause of death. However, channel three, WSAV reporter, Will Greenburg, did learn that parents of Gina Stamp have retained the services of legendary defense attorney, Merritt Bear, to attempt putting a gag order on all details concerning their daughter’s slaying.”
Roth, sitting on the floor, his legs stretched out before him and crossed at the ankles, asked, “How would you feel about that?” His heart thumped awkwardly as he attempted to keep his tone neutral.
Adam, on the couch above with his spread thighs on either side of Roth, leaned forward and embraced him. “I agree. If I could take back knowing about Evie, I would.”
Roth kind of sighed internally. Reaching up to grip his lover’s forearms, he pressed, “Really?”
“Yeah. Then I wouldn’t feel so compelled to see her.” Adam leaned down to bring his mouth to Roth’s ear. “Knowing the awful details won’t bring her back. Better to just deal with the loss.” His warm tongue dabbed at the sensitive canal. “Nathan and Joseph won’t return until after eleven, sweetheart. Didn’t you promise me I could look at you naked a long time, and then fuck you?”
Roth smiled and responded, “I did.”
“Go.” His arms dropped away. “When I walk in that bedroom, I want to have a show waiting.”
Roth surged to his feet and went to do as told. He flipped on a lamp, stripped down, and set out some of their toys, a choice of lubes and a little case of antibacterial hand wipes.
He stood beside the bed, figuring a good harem boy wouldn’t presume to know what his master wished. Pulling the cloth-covered elastic band from the base of his skull, he made quick work of braiding his hair to keep it out of his way.
Adam walked in, violet eyes moving over him with familiar avarice. It went straight to Roth’s dick. “Mmm. Damn I love watching your cock get hard for me.”
With arousal lacing his blood, Roth confessed, “I love your watching.” His balls felt heavy, his skin tight and sensitive all over.
His lover went to sit in the chair. “Go stand at the end of the bed. Back to me, legs wide and hands on the mattress.” When he obeyed, Adam rumbled low in his throat. “That view makes me so hot.”
The weight of his man’s gaze threatened to stop his lungs. He stood there, quiet for long moments, growing hotter, harder and less patient. “What next?”
“I’m good,” Adam replied. “I could look at you like this for weeks.”
Staring down at the bedspread, he said, “You’re jacking off.”
“Yeah.”
His erection jerked and bounced against his belly. He waited. “Fuck, Adam, gimme something.”
“Get on the bed and lay on your back.”
Roth complied. “Like this?”
“No. Feet closer to your body and wider apart.”
He attempted to follow directions. “Better?”
“Fuck, yeah. Your balls are so big and tight, and I adore looking at your beautiful asshole.”
Roth shuddered, reached for his erection. “Baby …”
“No. Hands off yourself.”
Willingly submissive he waited, on fire and in love. Then, he heard Adam rise and approach. His love sank to his knees, and his hot tongue lavished attention to the threshold of Roth’s body.
“Yeah. Adam. Baby, fuck me.”
“I will, sweetheart. For now, work your cock and let me watch.”
The following morning, he woke smiling, draped all over his baby and smelling the lingering scent of their lovemaking. He felt better, his mood lighter than he’d enjoyed since learning about Wes’ potential implication.
Fridays usually proved busy at the clinic. Although Roth had put Naddy to recruiting and hiring help, warm bodies remained thin on the ground. He eased from bed, trying not to wake his fiancé.
Adam rolled onto his back. His shiny hair spilled over the cream-colored pillow case. “Can you dodge and take me riding today?”
He smiled, flooded with a rush of emotion and sympathy. “Gimme an hour.”
It actually required less trouble than expected to set up a colleague who owed him a favor.
Roth phoned Naddy, then Jamison Alstead’s head of staff. The FBI agents assigned to protective duty didn’t seem thrilled with the situation. However, they sucked it up, distributed vests, found a local company that rented and delivered four-wheelers.
Once they reached the stable, Alonzo quickly bid his nephew to tack Sultana.
Adam grinned and reached over to cuff Roth’s arm lightly. “Gonna give me another slow boat?”
Roth shook his head. “Not since I saw you have skills. Alonzo, Mr -” he caught himself, “Reed will ride Pen.”
After they stood alone in the breezeway, Adam murmured, “Don’t know that wreck.”
“February eighteenth, nineteen fifty-six. American tanker, Pendelton. Taken by a gale off Cape Cod, 10,448 tons.”
Adam’s gaze lowered to his mouth. “You just know all this shit?”
“Curse of a very active brain and no social life for over a decade.” He glanced at his lover. “Remember my family does salvage.”
They rode for almost three hours, engaging in races, jumping contests and some random kissing. It made Roth almost forget about the threat of his lover’s relapsing.
That night they returned to find television news crews swarming the house. Nelson, a treasure beyond estimation, had arrived with warm bodies. They surrounded Roth and Adam and escorted them into the house.
Nelson kept his arm over Adam’s head. “Just walk, Mr. Taggart. We’ll take care of the rest.”
Once they all had entered the house and the door closed, Roth asked, “Where’d all this shit come from?”
Nelson met his gaze. “Someone leaked a shit-batch of details and now inquiring minds want to know about you and your tragic lover.
A/N : Link to a het paranormal romance I am posting. A complete work slapped up according to interest.
http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600098911