Chapter 18 #3
Before, Bash had entered him slowly, gradually. Now he pushed directly in.
Adonis’s hole, warmed up by the fingering, still threatened to rebel against the cock’s sudden intrusion, but Adonis forced himself to relax and take all of Bash’s thick length. He groaned as he felt himself filled, amazingly full, unbelievably full.
“Motherfucking hell,” he gasped, as Bash began to thrust slowly inside him. “That feels so good.”
Bash picked up speed, and soon he was hammering into Adonis’s ass, and Adonis was gone. He had no control anymore over his gasps, his whimpers, his cries. They fucked like animals, and Bash finally removed the restraints, practically threw Adonis on his stomach, and entered him from behind.
Adonis gripped the blankets beneath him as Bash pounded into his ass, using one hand to push Adonis into the bed while he fucked him.
It was aggressive, dominant, and perfect.
Adonis moaned into the pillows, crying out every now and then at the overwhelming pleasure and the slight pain. All of it was perfect.
Bash’s long, strong fingers circled his throat, and Adonis knew they were both close to cumming.
He cried out that he was going to cum on Bash’s quilt, but Bash didn’t stop.
He kept fucking Adonis, and then with three deep plunges, filled Adonis so deeply that Adonis swore he saw stars, and they came in unison.
Bash collapsed beside the spent Adonis, and Adonis lay in a puddle of his own cum. He managed to roll onto his side to face Bash, who was red-cheeked and sweaty and smiling at him.
“That was fucking perfect,” Adonis whispered.
Bash traced Adonis’s face with gentle fingers, which Adonis guided to his mouth and kissed.
“It was,” Bash agreed. “Are you okay?”
“I am.”
Bash was up in a moment, returning shortly with a glass of water and two towels, one warm and damp, one dry. He rolled Adonis onto his back, spread the dry towel over the mess of cum on his quilt, and used the wet towel to wipe Adonis clean slowly.
His touch, so aggressive only moments ago, was now infinitely tender. He kissed each blushing mark from the spankings and slaps, the little red welts from his teeth and his fingers, and teased Adonis’s already mussed hair.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he said finally, folding the wet towel and putting it aside.
Adonis stared up at Bash, suddenly overcome by Bash’s handsomeness, his tenderness, his dominance.
Everyone contained multitudes, he thought, and he was glad that he’d had the chance to see some of Bash’s multitudes.
And he wasn’t scared by the fact that he’d let Bash see so many of his own multitudes.
He trusted Bash with all these sides of him.
And, he couldn’t deny it, he wanted to trust Bash with all of himself.
He held out his arms, and Bash lay beside him, nestling into his arms and resting his head on Adonis’s chest. They both avoided the towel, and Bash pulled a soft blanket over them both.
He gently stroked his fingers up and down Adonis’s torso beneath the blanket, his touch featherlight, while Adonis played with Bash’s hair.
They said nothing while they lay there, though as far as Adonis was concerned, they were saying plenty. What are words when compared to the intimacy of lying together in the blissful silence after sex?
“You leave soon, don’t you?” Bash whispered.
“For the Olympics?” Adonis said, after a moment. At first, he thought that Bash meant leaving his apartment.
Bash murmured his agreement, his eyes closed as he nuzzled closer into Adonis.
“Yes. In three days. We’ll have to prepare before the opening ceremony.”
“I wish I could be there to support you,” Bash whispered.
Adonis was silent for a long moment before saying, “I do, too.”
Those words held weight, he knew. You wouldn’t want a random hookup to be there to support you at the Olympics. You would want someone there if they meant more to you. Like a boyfriend.
But “boyfriend” was a word they had religiously avoided, a word that they had refused to speak or discuss.
Their arrangement had no place for terms like boyfriend.
There was a clear expiration date for their arrangement, though they hadn’t explicitly discussed it.
Graduation would come in just a few short months, and then Bash would be off to the Pacific Northwest and Adonis…
well, he’d go wherever he could get into a law school.
He’d sent off applications to every school he could think of.
He felt like he was most likely to get into Bellford’s law school.
As an undergraduate there, he didn’t have an official advantage over other applicants, but it certainly didn’t hurt.
“I thought I might be able to make it work,” Bash continued sleepily. “I could fly into the Netherlands, maybe see my family, and then go down to Milano.”
“Have you ever been to Milan?”
“I have. It is very beautiful. You will love it, I think.”
“I think I will, too. It would be more fun if you were there.”
Bash wrapped his arm around Adonis. “I agree. Maybe we could go someday.”
It was a casual comment, and Bash’s eyes were still closed, but Adonis felt the importance of the words.
Could they ever go to Milan together? Maybe.
Maybe there was a future in which they stayed in contact, in which they still saw each other, and were the sort of friends who planned trips to Europe together.
Planned trips to Europe and…did what? Fucked their way through the Grand Tour?
Remained chaste in hostels in the Alps? What would that look like?
“Maybe we could,” he whispered. “I think I would like that.”
“I would, too.”
Bash seemed close to falling asleep, and Adonis knew that if he let himself stay in that bed much longer, he would, too. That was one of their cardinal rules: not sleep in the same bed.
“I think I should probably head back to my apartment,” he said, though it was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Blijf bij mij,” Bash whispered, so quietly Adonis couldn’t fully hear him. It was Dutch, anyway, so he didn’t know what Bash meant.
“Hm?”
“You’re probably right,” Bash said, sitting up and rubbing his sleepy eyes. He smiled at Adonis, and Adonis smiled back at him. Oh, how he wanted to stay. He wanted to stay and never leave.
“I’ll see you again before I leave, right?”
“Absolutely,” Bash said, finally pushing himself fully upright.
Adonis, with great reluctance, rolled out of bed and went about the process of collecting his clothes, which Bash had brought from the bathroom.
“Good,” he said. “Very good.”
When they said goodbye at Bash’s door, Bash pulled him in for a long kiss. They rarely kissed after their hookups, but Adonis always wanted to. Now, he was glad they did. He let the kiss linger and stole a second one before he finally worked up the willpower to go to the door.
“Good night, Bash,” he said softly when he stepped into the cold night air. It was snowing.
“Goedenacht, Adonis,” Bash said, leaning against the doorframe. He wore sweatpants and no shirt. Adonis felt Bash’s gaze on him as he walked off into the night, but he refused to let himself turn around.