CHAPTER TWENTY #2
“I’m afraid this is not,” he said and took his time undoing each button while giving Raj the best eye fuck of his life. Adam took his time, enjoying the torture gnarling his demon’s face. One of the horns hung upside down after their passionate embrace. Plink, plink, each button gave way until…
“Oh my god, just finish already!”
“Are you sure you want it to end—? Whoa!”
Raj grabbed both ends of Adam’s shirt and hauled him close.
As they kissed, Raj tore off the shirt, leaving Adam halfway exposed in the haunted house.
A low moan rattled in Adam’s ear as Raj scooped his palm down the hard dents and flat terrains bearing little muscle.
Every touch caused a guttural cry of pleasure.
Raj’s moans bore a whiff of words, but most of it came out as “ohthisismyendplease.”
Rubbing his mouth up and down Raj’s neck, Adam didn’t care about the makeup staining his face.
Every little gasp was worth it as he kissed, nuzzled, and nipped his way to finding Raj’s ‘holy’ spots.
Round about when his tongue bit just behind Raj’s ear, the man slammed a hand to the back of Adam’s head and pinned him there.
The teddy bear became a grizzly with that touch. Every grunt and moan was fuel to his already raging fire. If Adam so much as glanced his trapped cock against Raj’s thigh, he’d swear his pants would catch on fire. God, he needed him. God, he wanted him.
God, he ached for him.
Adam reached to pull off the ringleader topcoat, missing whatever Raj was up to, until his waist jerked closer. Then the unmistakable pull of the zipper dunked his head under ice water.
“Wait.” Fuck, his first instinct to a man grabbing for his cock was to dance back.
“What?” Raj stared at him like he was about to either get very sad or very angry.
Adam tried to find a way to work sense into his brain. His nostrils flared, and all he could smell was that damn myrrh he’d licked off of Raj’s neck. Brushing his fingers over his lips, he sniffed deeper, and his dick grew three sizes.
“Is this room safe?” Adam asked, then winced. He’d blown him in a costume department where anyone could have wandered by.
“I don’t think anyone will walk in, but we could head back to my…place.” Raj looked like that was the last thing he wanted. And, frankly, it was Adam’s, too.
This is so stupid. Walk away. Just…right now. Walk down that road like a tin man with a lead pipe and forget any of this happened.
Forget the gorgeous, panting man, with dark eyes behind nerdy glasses, and hands that could crush my head.
Adam tore at his hair, hopefully coming off as crazy instead of a cocktease. He felt like a bit of both in the moment. “Here’s the thing, I…”
Have to get up early for a meeting.
Need to feed a cat, not mine, but a cat somewhere in the world.
“I…” Adam’s panicked pacing came to a stop. “I like you, maybe more than I should. But there’s something you should know before we…if we’re going to be more. Does that make sense?”
Raj winced, reeling in the convoluted mess of trauma and conflicted emotions that Adam slapped him with. “You’re not gonna tell me you’re a serial killer, right?”
“No.” Adam chuckled, though there had been a few brats he’d been tempted by in the past. “Look at me.” He drew a hand down his body as he raised his head like a blue-blooded Duke.
“I’m posh. I dress like someone who makes problems disappear for royalty.
A drama queen. Thinner than slender man with a love of fine colognes and expensive skin care. ”
Raj blinked at him. “Is this supposed to be news?”
“I’m a twink.” He used to hate that label, but he came to embrace it in a way. At least it lets people know what to expect up front, right until the bedroom. “But I don’t like to be thrown around, humiliated, slapped, and tied up while someone tries to break my back.”
Tears bubbled in his eyes as the ghosts of bad encounters past rose. All those times he’d pretended to enjoy it because he didn’t have another choice. But he didn’t want to pretend with Raj. He liked him too much to lie to himself.
Lifting his head high, Adam declared, “I’m a twink who tops.”
“So you don’t like to have your ass—?”
“Nope. Not at all. It’s just…mild discomfort for me. I don’t get all those fireworks people scream about.” He’d never told anyone that. For a while, he wouldn’t even tell himself, trying to will a nerve bundle into existence that had passed him by.
“What about the taint right under your sac?” Raj asked,
“Oh, yeah, that’s…wow.” The idea of Raj rubbing his red-gloved fingers there set off a smile. Adam shook it off as he came crashing down. “But everything after is a no fuck zone.”
Raj started to rub his chin, and Adam freaked.
“Not that I’m against switching things up from time to time.
Birthdays and holidays, or special weekends.
Keep it all fresh if that’s what you…” And just like that, he backed down.
He’d walked away from the scene because every time he found a man he liked, he’d let them do whatever they wanted.
Anything for a touch, a smile, a kiss to remind him that he could be loved… as long as he put on the mask.
“Well, if we’re telling our truths, I’m a bear—” Raj rubbed a palm through the lush chest hair Adam wanted to bury his face in. ”—who bottoms.”
Adam’s jaw dropped.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like a wet, deep blow job too, but all those fireworks you’re missing—I get them in spades.”
Adam took a step closer, but wary like a predator approaching the prey that was acting very peculiar. “Really?”
“The way you threw me around back in the costume shop…no one’s ever done that before. My previous boyfriends always wanted to be the little spoon.” Raj stared up at him, and he breathed deeply. “I’d never been so hard in my life.”
Adam tore off Raj’s jacket. With one hand, he shoved Raj against the fence. Using the other, he toyed with the mat of black fur across his pecs.
“I thought it was the mask,” Raj whispered, his hot lips rimming Adam’s ear.
After caressing Raj’s wide chest and over his soft belly, Adam peered into his eyes. “It could be.” He grabbed Raj’s fly and started to tug.
As the cock fell into Adam’s hands, Raj tossed his head back and moaned. Every flutter of his eyelashes and swallow of his throat was a boost to Adam’s surging ego. “Sing for me,” Adam ordered as he started to descend.
“No.” The palm was clammy and shaking, but it pressed on Adam’s shoulder, lifting him back to Raj. “Tonight, I want you—Adam Stein—to cum all over my hairy chest.”