Adam let go, cum coating his abs. He grabbed Paul’s hand, lacing their fingers, aware of Paul’s steady retreat, the feeling of loss acute as his hand slipped from Adam’s hole. A heartbeat later, Paul’s lips met his, and Adam wrapped his arms around him, holding him close as they kissed.
“You were wonderful,” he whispered between kisses, his heartbeat returning to its normal rhythm. He slid his hand between their bodies, fingertips brushing the head of Paul’s cock.
Paul moaned, and Adam didn’t hesitate. He gave one, two, three tugs, and Paul creamed his hand, feeding him groans of pleasure.
They lay together, sticky with sweat and cum, Adam conscious of a delicious ache.
“Love you,” he murmured.
Paul laid his head on Adam’s chest. “Love you too.” He sighed. “And I don’t think we can top this.”
Adam smiled. “But think of all the fun we’ll have trying.”
Epilogue
December
The dining roomhad never looked so full, with ten people sitting around the table. It had been Adam’s idea to invite their friends for a birthday lunch, and Paul had been delighted when everyone had accepted. Taylor, David, Mark and Sam sat on one side, Eric, Shane, Jason and Mikey on the other. He and Adam sat together, squashed in at the end
Paul loved how his friends had taken Adam to their hearts. It was rare for a week to go by without two or more of them popping by for a visit. Eric and Adam would often go out on the boat whenever the opportunity presented itself. As for Adam, he loved it when Paul got together with his friends. He said hearing Paul laugh and enjoy himself with them made him feel good.
“This is delicious, Paul,” Taylor said as he helped himself to more macaroni cheese and garlic bread. The others around the table murmured in agreement.
Paul held up his hands. “Nothing to do with me. Adam made it all.” Beside him, Adam buffed his nails on his shirt. Their friends laughed.
“Nice one, Adam,” David said, tearing off another piece of garlic bread.
Adam gave a modest shrug. “I’m glad you all like it. I really enjoyed preparing it, except for when I dropped all the grated cheese onto the kitchen floor, but Paul helped me scoop it all up and put it back on the plate. He said it would be fine.”
Silence fell.
Adam stared around the table. “Is that a problem? I mean, I know the floor could’ve been cleaner, but Paul was sure that wasn’t too much grit on it. Whereas I was more concerned when he told me we had mice, because he’d seen little teeth marks in the cheese.” After the silence had continued for a while, Adam grinned. “Gotcha.”
Paul shook with laughter. It wasn’t long before the others joined in.
“You sod, Adam.” Eric said, smiling. “You had me believing you.”
Adam preened. “Damn, I’m good.” He reached for the bottle of white wine. “Anyone need a top-up?”
“Here, I’ll do that.” Paul took the bottle from him. He winked at the others. “Adam’s idea of judging how much wine is in a glass is to stick his finger in it.”
“Hey! No giving away my secrets.” Adam smiled and leaned back in his chair while Paul filled all the glasses. He lifted his into the air. “Everyone? I have a toast. To the birthday boy.”
The others echoed his words, raising their glasses to Paul.
“Why aren’t your mum and dad here?” Jason asked.
“We’re having dinner with them tomorrow night,” Paul explained. Adam had met them several times already, and he and Paul’s dad got on like a house on fire. His mum had been slower to warm to him, but relations had improved once she’d gotten used to the idea of her son having a boyfriend almost thesame age as her. Paul couldn’t blame her, but when he looked at Adam, he never saw the difference in their ages.
He only saw the man he loved.
Adam cleared his throat. “You’ve got poor taste in friends, Paul, I have to say. They turn up to eat our food and not one of them brings you a present.” He coughed to mask the words, “cheap bastards” then coughed again. Loud laughter rang out from their guests.
Paul dug him in the ribs with his elbow. “Hush, you. The invites did not say ‘please bring gifts.’ They just said, ‘bring yourselves.’”
It was Taylor’s turn to clear his throat. “We were waiting until dinner was finished before we handed over our presents.”
“Oh, I see,” Paul groused. “And if the meal had been crap, I suppose you’d have kept them all.”
