“What are you—” Adam started, but Jared silenced him with a hand wrapped around the back of his neck and a deep, searching kiss.
Using the same dexterity, Jared rid himself of his underwear, and then they were in totally new territory. Naked. Smooth. Hard. Ready.
Adam pulled away, panting and blinking and searching Jared’s face for something—answers, maybe. Looking up into soft gray eyes, sparkling like silver in the dark, Jared knew he was going to do this. He just had to convince Adam first.
Reaching between them, Jared wrapped his hand around both their hard cocks, stroking them awkwardly. It was enough friction to make Adam moan, and after a moment Jared stopped caring that it was clumsy and not that great. It was them, so it was good.
“Jared,” Adam said, his voice warm and husky. He licked his lips, then ducked his head and drew them into another soft, slow, begging sort of kiss.
They didn’t discuss what was about to happen next. It wasn’t necessary, not really. They both knew how it worked.
Adam reached into the drawer in his nightstand and came back with a bottle of lube and a gold-wrapped condom. Jared nodded, not knowing the words, but wanting Adam to know it was all right.
The lid on the lube snicked open, and Jared gently drew it out of Adam’s hand, taking it and using the slippery liquid on his hole. He closed his eyes, dropped his head back as he reached between his splayed thighs and ran his fingertip, just his fingertip at first, over that puckered entrance. This gentle exploration felt good, caused nerve endings all over that area to hum and sing to him as flickers of pleasure grew into flames that curled into his balls and heated his cock.
“Does it feel good?” Adam asked, his voice a low murmur, blending into the sound of the rain.
“Mm.”
“Can I help?”
Jared didn’t have words for that, so nodded instead. Adam used a little more of the slick lube and rubbed the hole along with Jared, sharing the task. It was Adam who nudged a finger inside first, testing how tight the ring of muscle was, how willing it might be to yield.
“Okay?” Adam asked. Jared nodded again, willing to let Adam take control of this task now. He dropped one arm over his eyes, blocking out even the watery moonlight as one of Adam’s fingers pushed in all the way to the hilt.
Rather than moaning or making any noise, Jared shuddered deeply. He knew all about the secret hotspot that was hidden deep inside him, the fabled source of pleasure he had teased and stroked and petted in other men.
Please. Touch me there.
He didn’t dare say the words aloud, and he hissed in discomfort as Adam pressed a second finger in alongside the first. It was a stinging stretch, then it faded, and Adam hooked his fingers in just the right spot, and
Oh.
They hadn’t been exaggerating. It was a starburst of arousal that centered right where Jared wanted it—ass, balls, cock, in that order, setting the fire burning again in an entirely new way.
As Jared forced himself to concentrate on what Adam was doing—knuckles twisting, fingers scissoring—the unavoidable truth was he was being prepped for being fucked for the first time. Maybe the only time if this didn’t go well.
He focused on those deft, clever fingers and found he was able to force himself to relax some. He had a tiny amount of control left, and Jared was determined to cling to that. He wasn’t going to be the passive partner, not now, not after all they’d been through.
“Now,” Jared murmured. “Do it now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Yes.”
He almost said please but was too proud to beg. Not when he didn’t need to, not really. Adam was more than willing to do it.
The clever, twisting fingers were drawn from Jared’s body, and Adam grabbed the bottle of lube once again, pouring some on his cock, more over Jared’s entrance. It was throbbing a little already from the teasing, and he bit his bottom lip, not sure if he was ready for what came next.
“Look at me,” Adam said softly.
They shifted on the bed, and Jared resumed his position from earlier, legs wrapped securely around Adam’s waist. His arms found a natural resting place over the curve of Adam’s biceps and his cock lay thick and waiting along the sharp angle of his hipbone. Jared didn’t want to touch it just yet.
Fear and arousal licked through him in equal quantities as Adam lined his cock up, then leaned down to steal a kiss as he pressed the head against the loosened entrance.
Jared gasped, then forced himself to hold his breath, not wanting to give anything away.
“It’s okay,” Adam murmured. “Relax, baby. Breathe deep.”
The term of affection was weird. They didn’t use those at all, but Jared found it working. He did relax, did take a deep breath.
“That’s it. Let it go.”
As he exhaled, Jared trembled lightly as Adam took advantage and pushed hard, harder, until the head of his cock popped inside.
“Holy shit,” Jared grunted as the expected pain flared.
But Adam was shushing him and kissing his neck, already soothing and comforting Jared as he held his body perfectly still. The pain started to fade, and Jared turned his head for another kiss that was right there waiting for him.
“I’ve got you,” Adam whispered. “It’s okay. Relax for me. Deep breath now.”
These words of comfort weren’t expected, nor was the tenderness and gentle sweetness of Adam’s kisses when they came, and the way Jared seemed to have ended up cradled in Adam’s arms. None of this was happening how he’d expected it to, and the flickering pleasure that had been all but forgotten a moment ago reared again, wanting to make its presence known.
He reached down for his cock, unashamed of this need, and Adam made space for Jared’s hand between them, holding himself up on his arms. Jared’s cock wasn’t fully hard again yet after the initial
