“This is better,” he said and Jared nodded. He licked his dry lips, watching as Adam’s eyes flickered to his mouth, then back to meet his gaze. If that wasn’t an invitation he didn’t know what was, and he smiled, then bent down to capture sweet, swollen, plump lips between his own.
Adam really did moan then, invading Jared’s mouth with his tongue and rocking his body up onto Jared’s cock, using strong thighs to get his partner deeper.
“This is so fucking good,” Adam said with a breathless laugh, turning his head to the side. “I didn’t think it would be.”
Jared immediately kissed up the long column of his throat. “Let me….”
“Do what you want. I’m okay, I promise.”
With careful precision, Jared removed one of the arms around his neck and linked their fingers together, then pressed Adam’s hand above his head on the bed. It was comfort and dominance both, and maybe an echo of their old power struggle.
As he eased his hips back, then sank back into the tight heat of Adam’s body, Jared let his mind and everything that had come before this moment drift away. There was nothing other than the two of them in the world.
They stopped and pulled apart a few times to shift about or kiss for a while, or to use more lube since this stuff seemed to dry out quickly. The inevitable rush toward orgasm that Jared was used to being a fundamental part of getting off was just… not there. It lasted a lot longer than Jared’s first time had—there wasn’t the same desperation for it all to be over and done with.
Adam couldn’t take it for long periods of time; it seemed that this new experience was too much, either physically or emotionally, and after a few minutes of fucking, he gently pushed Jared away. That was… strangely okay. For the first time, Jared got what people had told him before: sex wasn’t about dick and ass, it was about being with someone. No, not dick and ass, but bodies and lips and touching and kissing and laughing. The feel of Adam’s thumbs fluttering over his hipbone. The gentle exhale on his shoulder. That twisting aching in his stomach when Adam gripped his biceps hard and begged for more.
Sex was all of that, and what had come before suddenly seemed ridiculously inadequate.
When Jared reached for the third condom of the evening, Adam was smiling lazily and stroking his dick with a loose hand.
“I’m going to make you come so fucking hard,” Jared growled, slicking more lube on his cock and slapping Adam’s hand away.
“Yeah? Come on, then,” Adam said. His face was full cocky challenge, and Jared loved it.
He loved it.
This time pushing inside was easier, and the expression on Adam’s face was pure bliss. Jared had learned how to angle his thrusts to hit Adam’s prostate every time, and he wasn’t afraid any more of pushing hard, making Adam take it.
“Oh, fuck,” Adam groaned as he was filled. “Jesus.”
Jared decided to hell with style, and fucked Adam hard. Adam kept up a stream of filthy encouragement and wrapped his arms around Jared’s back once again, keeping his face buried in the crook of Jared’s neck.
“Please,” he groaned. “I’m so fucking close.”
He was pretty sure his thrusts were already angled against Adam’s prostate, so the only thing left was for Jared to reach down between their bodies and stroke Adam’s thick, achingly hard dick until it spurted over his hand.
Jared rode out the waves of intense pleasure, filling Adam over and over as his stomach kissed his spine and everything around them disappeared. With his world narrowed to the smell and taste and feel of Adam beneath him, Jared lost control and came hard.
He was brought back to the world with blunt fingers stroking the back of his head and warm, damp breaths on his shoulder. With a heaving shudder, Jared rose again and got a good look at the mess of a man lying beneath him. Adam looked… well fucked. Jared decided it was a good look on him.
“Give me a minute?” he said softly.
Adam nodded, and Jared groaned as he got to his feet, gathering up the condoms and wrappers and the mess they’d made to dump in the trash can in the bathroom. He washed up quickly and dried his hands well, then padded back to the bed.
It was dark, not depressingly so, but Jared couldn’t see too well. Adam sat up suddenly and looked over at where Jared was standing.
“Please don’t leave,” he said in a rush, his voice childishly small. “Please don’t go.”
“I’m not going,” Jared said and crossed the rest of the way to the bed.
“You promise?”
Jared pulled back the comforter and slid into “his” side of the bed. With one arm he encouraged Adam’s head onto his chest and snuggled them both down into the warm safety of the bed.
“Are you feeling okay?” Jared asked softly.
“Yeah.”
“I’m staying,” Jared said, feeling the need to repeat himself. “All night.”
“Okay.”
Adam moved over onto his side and reached for Jared’s wrist behind him, dragging Jared over until he was tucked around Adam’s body from behind.
Like this, they could sleep.
On the first morning of the New Year, Jared woke up freezing. That was because Adam had stolen all the covers. He grumbled and reached over in the lake-sized bed, tugging some of the heavy comforter away from Adam’s death grip, then snuggled it around himself.
A few moments later, Adam heaved himself up, then flopped back down again, sloppily spooning Jared from behind.
“You’re all cold,” he murmured, lips pressed to Jared’s shoulder.
“That’s because you’re a covers-stealer.”
“Am not.”
Jared sighed, but smiled to himself when Adam wriggled closer to warm Jared’s cold body with his hot one. They settled for a moment, the fog of sleep lifting from them both, then Jared brought Adam’s hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over the soft knuckles.
“You stayed.”
“Yes. I told you I would.”
“Is this
