27. Adam
CHAPTER 27
ADAM
Markus and Rufus explore my home, and I watch to see what captures their attention. Rufus mostly follows Drusilla around, sniffing everything. I’m glad we stopped at Mom’s kennel to pick her up—it gives Rufus a friend to focus on, while I focus on every move Markus makes.
Despite his injured feet, Markus is still standing, looking closely at the photos I framed and hung on the wall. Some show me and the rest of the Krause Fire Department team when we placed second in the Texas Firefighting Challenge. We were sweaty and exhausted and smiling with pride at our accomplishment. Others are family photos: Mom, my sisters, and I celebrating Christmas or riding horses at my uncle’s ranch.
I’d love to let him explore every room, see the things that matter to me, but I don’t have the patience for all of that, not now. I’m tired and horny, and there is one cure for both ailments: my bed.
Approaching from behind him, I rest my mouth on his neck, tasting his skin with the tip of my tongue, breathing in his scent. He turns and his bright blue eyes capture my undivided attention, hypnotizing me as his hands reach out, his touch so soft against my waist it nearly tickles.
I want him so badly it doesn’t feel like want anymore. This is a need now, a need so intense it’s bordering on desperation, a gnawing hunger I must feed before it consumes me. But I wait.
His need must be as desperate as mine, because he growls like a beast when he clasps his fingers around the back of my neck and pulls me in for a deep kiss. Now I’m the one growling as I mold my body against his, my cock so hard it hurts.
Steering blindly around furniture and through doorways, I move us into my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. It’s like we’re dancing, all the way into bed.
Markus laughs when we fall onto the mattress, landing in a tangle of limbs. We undress in a tangle of limbs, too, our clothes tying us in knots that have us breaking the kiss to laugh. I like it, that little pause for levity. Wanting to slow things down, I pull away, far enough that I can finish undressing as he does the same.
Once we’re both naked, he takes over, pushing me onto my back and rising up over me to give me a lascivious grin as he kisses his way down my body. When he takes me in his mouth, I holler from the hot heat and groan as his tongue teases the tip of my cock before he sucks me to the back of his throat.
Then he fists my erection, stroking a few times as he releases me from his mouth and asks, “Have you always been a top?”
I’m not expecting any conversation beyond a bit of dirty talk, so I have to concentrate to answer, piecing his words into clear thoughts. He distracts me, licking the tip of my cock, swirling his tongue through the pre-cum that beads there.
“Um,” I struggle to breathe, let alone speak when he does that, but manage, “Since the first time, yeah.”
“Didn’t like being a bottom?”
“Not a fan.” I nearly scream that last word, and my back arches off the bed when he sucks me to the back of his throat again. God, his masterful mouth has me way too close to coming.
“What if I could make it feel really good for you?” he asks, and I crane my neck to stare at him.
Is he asking… “Do you want to switch?”
That devilish tongue twirls my length again and I’m tempted, very tempted to say fuck it and let him fuck me any way and every way he wants. I mean, what’s holding me back?
My first time doesn’t compare to this. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing and neither did my partner. Since then, I’ve always topped, but can I open my mind—and body—to what he’s asking?
Instead of answering me, Markus peppers me with kisses as he makes his way back up to take my mouth again. This slow pace has me so turned on, wound tight, and desperate for more. I reach for his cock, stroking his length with my fist as he jerks me with the same rhythm. Pulling his mouth from mine, he nibbles my bottom lip and then my jaw as he whispers, “I want to fuck you, Adam. Will you let me?”
“Yes, please.” I don’t just agree to his proposition, I beg for it. Any hesitation I might have felt with another man just isn’t there with Markus. I need his cock inside me like I need my next breath. As if he can read my mind, he obliges, rearranging himself on the bed so his cock is at my mouth just as he takes mine to the back of his throat again.
I fist the base of his length and suck him deep. He mirrors my movements, swallowing me whole just as I do the same to him. God, it feels so good, so exciting when we’re synced like this.
I didn’t notice Markus reach for the lube I set on the bedside table, but soon I feel a cool, wet finger teasing my entrance. With a deep breath, I try to relax as he slowly pushes the digit inside.
“Oh fuck!” The sensation makes me gasp and huff. He pauses to give me a moment to adjust. But it’s only a moment before he pushes deeper, exploring my tight hole in slow, shallow strokes that get faster and longer each time he takes my length to the back of his throat. Jesus, it feels strange, but… good . So good that soon I’m writhing and clutching the globes of his ass as I moan around his cock.
With the way he’s teasing and sucking me, I almost don’t realize he’s pushed a second finger in to join the first. Almost. “Oh Jesus, fuck!” I exclaim as I try to take in this new fullness. He chuckles, and I feel that vibration all the way up my spine.
Markus carefully pushes a third finger inside me, and the sensation is so overwhelming, my body doesn’t know what to make of it. This feels like it could hurt, like it should hurt, but the way he’s doing this… nothing hurts.
It feels amazing and this is just his fingers. I want more. Suddenly, I’m desperate to have him inside me. I pull my mouth off his cock so I can beg. “Markus, I need you to fuck me.”
He doesn’t argue or waste a single moment; he tosses one of the condom packets to me, and I know he’s asking me to put it on him. When I have him sheathed, he gets on his knees and gently pulls his fingers out of my ass. I move to roll over, so he can take me from behind, but he stops me, pressing my shoulders down against the mattress as he settles himself between my legs.
I blink up at him, a little surprised. I’ve never fucked anyone like this. I’m not sure what to do with my legs, but Markus arranges me how he wants me. I let him lead, and when the head of his cock presses inside I try to keep breathing as I take it.
Christ, it’s so much . Pleasure and pain and everything in between.
Again, he’s careful to let me adjust, but soon, slow and steady, he pushes deeper with each stroke until he’s all the way inside. God, it’s intense. He’s so big. I grit my teeth to keep from screaming. I don’t know if I would scream for him to stop or beg him to fuck me until I come all over our chests. This intensity is so much , my mind is lost to the sensations.
I’m much more vocal when I’m getting fucked than I am when I’m the one doing the fucking. Markus seems to delight in the sounds of my pleasure, hovering his lips so close to mine that he could kiss me, but he doesn’t want to silence my groans and gasps.
I like the sounds Markus makes, too, concentrated huffs, like he’s holding back, trying to stay steady, even as the basest part of him wants to go wild. I clutch his ass and squeeze, wanting so badly for him to go wild along with me.
Between us, my cock is hard as stone and rubs against Markus’s stomach, my pre-cum getting him all wet. He shifts his hips so he can fuck me hard and deep, and he takes my cock in his hand to jerk me off with the same rhythm.
“Oh my God.” I grab onto him, desperately grasping at his arms and back and ass as I yell, “Fuck! Yes, Markus, yes!’
Spurred by my words, he fucks me faster, jerks me harder, and for the first time since this started, he speaks. “You like that, babe? You like the way I fuck you?”
“Yes!”
Markus stares down at where we join together, groaning as he clasps a hand on my knee to control our rhythm. “Look how good you take my cock.”
Swear to Christ, one more word like that out of him, and I will come into next week.
I take over jerking myself off so he can use both hands for leverage as he pistons his hips hard and fast. We’re fucking so rough that this old bed bangs into the wall in a rhythm to match ours, and the sound is so fucking erotic.
Even more erotic is the growly bite to Markus’s words when he says, “I need you to come first. Come for me, babe.”
Like I’m following orders, my body does exactly that. From deep down inside, ecstasy takes hold and rolls through me in a churning wave until I shout and spasm, and my cock shoots hot streams of cum on both our chests. The moment Markus sees me come, he presses deep and hard inside me and bellows as he orgasms as well.
Well. Damn. That was absolutely, without a doubt the best sex of my life.
Markus is gentle now, careful as he pulls out slowly and collapses onto the bed beside me. I stretch my legs and turn onto my side to stare at him as he does the same. Now, when we kiss, it’s not about sex and heat and feral desire. This kiss is soft and sweet and soothing. And when we come apart, we grin at each other like we’re sharing some secret.
Markus looks down between us and touches his chest, where he finds the wetness of my ejaculation and spreads it around. I trace my fingers through the wetness, too, then explore the ridges of his muscles and tease his still-hard nipples in tight circles.
“Thank you,” Markus says.
“For sex?”
He chuckles. “Well, thank you for that, too, but mostly thank you for trusting me.”
I consider those words, wondering if that’s what it is I’m feeling. Is this euphoric emotion trust? Do I trust him? After only a moment’s consideration, I know without a doubt, the answer is yes. Why? I don’t know.
Hell, I hardly know Markus. I don’t know his birthday or his middle name or if he wears socks to sleep like I do. But for the first time in my life, I look across the pillow at my lover, and I want to know everything about him, want to share everything about me.
“I’m sorry about last time.” Markus’s apology interrupts my thoughts. “When I got pissy with you…after. It wasn’t fair to you. I’m not used to casual sex. I’d never had a one-night stand before.”
Chuckling, I tweak his nipple as I inform him: “Newsflash, babe. You still haven’t had a one-night stand.” It’s only after I’ve said it that I realize I just used the same term of endearment he used when we were having sex. I like the sound of it, and I like the fact that Markus has broken every unwritten rule I have regarding relationships. “You’re the only person I’ve ever been with more than once, and you’re the first person I’ve ever been with in this bed. Hell, I’ve never even had sex in this county before you.”
A laugh bursts out of Markus, but when he sees I’m not joking, he frowns. “Really?”
I nod.
“Why?”
My defensive instincts have me wanting to change the subject. This isn’t something I talk about. Everyone in this gossipy little town already knows. But Markus is new here, so I take the time to explain. “My family.”
“Your family seems very supportive.”
“My mom and my sisters are amazing, but they’re not my entire family. Back when I was eight…” God, I don’t even know where to start. So I guess I’ll start at the beginning. “My dad always wanted a son, and after three daughters, he finally got his wish with me. But I wasn’t the right kind of son for him. I embarrassed him. He would harp on me when I did anything remotely ‘girly,’ so we would play our ‘girly’ games when he was out.
“One summer afternoon, my sisters and I had all dressed up and teased out our hair, and we had RuPaul’s Supermodel song playing as we strutted the runway through the hall and into the kitchen. I was doing my turn to the left and right when Dad got home from work.
“He flipped out, and he hit me…and he kept hitting me. My sisters tried to intervene, but he wouldn’t stop. Ava ran out to the kennels to get Mom. He was so out of control that Mom had to pull a gun on him to get him to stop hurting me.
“I was out of it at that point, curled into a ball on the floor, so I didn’t see it, but they told me later that she yelled at him to leave and never come back or she’d shoot him full of holes.”
“They defended you,” Markus says.
“They did.” I grin a little and nod. “Mom called the sheriff, pressed assault charges. She also hired a divorce lawyer the next day.” I take in a deep breath and let it out, then I voice an emotion I’ve never truly acknowledged before. “The women in my life are amazing, and I feel very lucky to have them, but I also feel very guilty.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m the reason we’re not a full family anymore. My mom doesn’t have a husband, and my sisters don’t have a dad because of who I am. When Alice got married a few years ago, I’m the one who walked her down the aisle, and it made me feel bad that she didn’t have her father to do that…because of me.”
“Sit up,” Markus commands, as he does the same, scooting back to lean against the headboard as he stares at me. I raise a brow at the command but do as I’m told and face him.
“You’re not to blame.” Markus’s tone brooks no argument. “Your dad’s shitty behavior is not your fault. You did nothing wrong.”
Markus is good at this emotional-support stuff, and it’s appreciated. Still… “Intellectually, I know you’re right, but it doesn’t stop me from carrying the guilt. Since that day, I’ve strived to be the perfect son, perfect brother. I want to make my family proud because I feel like I owe them for choosing me over him.” Chuckling a little with embarrassment, I get to the point of this entire story. “That’s why I’ve never dated in Krause.”
Markus frowns.
With a shrug, I explain. “I lost my virginity at football camp in San Antonio, senior year of high school. I loved it… Well, I didn’t love going without lube, but I loved everything else about that experience. Finally, I truly knew who I was and what I wanted in my life. The thing is, I equated the peace of that revelation to the freedom that came with being out of town, away from all the baggage and expectations of the people I love. So ever since that experience, I’ve traveled to…date. Until you.”
He smiles and so do I. He moves his hand toward me, and I take it, lacing our fingers together.
“So now what?” He asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’m a bit scared.”
“Why?”
“Because, as progressive as this little town tries to be for me, I don’t want to push that limit. In fact, last night at your clinic?—”
“When you kissed me in front of everyone?”
I chuckle and nod. “Yes. That was a first for me and this town. Krause knows me and loves me as their friendly neighborhood gay firefighter, but they’ve never seen me kiss a man until you.”
“So you kind of came out last night too.”
I nod. “I guess I did.”
“Do you regret it?”
I consider the implications and ramifications of that kiss, the gossip and wagging tongues, and none of that matters as much as how special it felt to me. The answer is clear. “No, not at all. Do you?”
“Not at all,” Markus says with a small smile, adding, “I’ve always been out.”
“Really?” Considering his reaction to returning to his hometown, I assumed he was dealing with the same turmoil as me.
“When my parents sent me away to conversion therapy, that was hell. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. But, after, when they sent me to boarding school, it was helpful for me to be away from them. It gave me the opportunity to learn about myself. I knew I never wanted to be the person my parents expected me to be, so instead I became…well, me. As for you, I think you’re more out and open than you give yourself credit, I mean, Rooster Crows is hardly closeted.”
How the hell… “You know about Rooster Crows?”
He gives me a cheeky grin. “Alice told me.”
“She’s trouble, that one.”
“I’m going to enjoy working with her.”
I groan, but it’s a front. The idea of them talking about me at work is strangely exciting. But this also has me wondering, if he knows about Rooster Crows, if he’s watched the channel, then… “What did you think about the most recent video?”
Markus frowns. “I didn’t get a chance to watch. Why?”
I squeeze his hand in mine. “Driving home from Mineral Wells, I made a video asking my viewers for guidance. I needed to know what it meant to want more with a guy and want that more so badly your chest hurts.”
His grin looks bashful, which is terribly charming. “Even after I was such a pissy jerk?”
“Even after that.”
“And what did your viewers say?”
“That if I want more , I should take more . With consent, of course.”
Markus raises a brow and chuckles. “And what does taking more entail?”
I pretend to ponder, but it’s hardly a stretch of my imagination. Slowly, I lean in, and he angles closer, too, but not nearly enough, so I close the distance between us.
This kiss feels new somehow, which is interesting considering I’ve kissed him more than I’ve ever kissed anyone before. He darts his tongue out to take little tastes of my lips as I mold my mouth to his. With a groan, he melts into me, his body so hot as I press him back against my bed. But first, I ask, “Do I have your consent to take more?”
“Fuck, yes,” he moans against my mouth. “My enthusiastic consent.”