“There hasn’t been a day, Cooper, a fucking day that’s gone by when I didn’t think about you.”
The floor dropped out from under him, but it didn’t matter. Adam surged, pushing him back onto the bed and pressing their bodies together.
“Adam,” he grunted, the air leaving his lungs as Adam landed on top of him, one hand on either side of his face.
“Not a single day,” Adam repeated, burying his face in the crook of Cooper’s neck. Adam’s breath burned hot against his skin, and Cooper’s traitorous cock throbbed at the sensation.
Cooper breathed heavily, unable to get enough oxygen with his chest smashed against Adam’s. But the pressure was a welcome comfort after a decade-long absence. How could his body remember something that he hadn’t felt in so long? How could hewantas badly as he did?
“Have you thought about me?”
The question burned like fire against his skin. The answer caught in his throat, his mouth unable to confess the truth that yes, yes, yes, he had thought of Adam often, and he’d thought of Adam intimately and fondly.
So, instead, he nodded.
“Cooper,” Adam groaned, lips now hovering over the side of his neck.
He nodded again, and Adam bared his teeth, dragging his way around to Cooper’s throat and toward his chin. Cooper tipped his head back, giving Adam more room…more skin.
“Yes,” he mumbled. “Yes.”
Adam surged, crashing their mouths together in the same moment his hands reached for the hem of Cooper’s shirt. He tugged it up and off, only breaking their mouths apart long enough to get the shirt over Cooper’s head. They came back together in a collision of saliva and teeth, and before Cooper knew what he was doing, his hands were at Adam’s fly, working open his pants and pulling out his cock.
“I’ve missed your mouth.” Adam grunted when Cooper curled a fist around his dick. “I’ve missed the way you used to talk to me.”
“You hated the way I talked to you.”
That had been the crux of their issue. Cooper’s quest for a balanced playing field against Adam’s quest for constant dominance. Adam had liked the things Cooper said in the heat of the moment, but not always after, and that was what brought them to the breaking point what felt like a lifetime ago. Their demise had been complicated, with so much playing into one simple dynamic. Cooper needed to switch, and Adam didn’t want to admit he could do it. Adam didn’t want to admit he liked being at Cooper’s feet.
“I’m old enough now to admit that I didn’t.” Adam nipped at Cooper’s lower lip, drawing it away from his face until Cooper winced in pain. His cock responded with a valiant twitch and a bead of precum out of the tip. “I didn’t hate it at all.”
It was something Cooper had been waiting years to hear, and he wanted to hear it often—and again—but his baser needs took over, his desire for Adam consumed him.
“Take my cock out, Adam,” he murmured, arching off the bed to make it easier to get his pants down. “Take my cock out and make us both come.”
Adam’s body sagged against his, their mouths still connected as Adam pulled Cooper’s throbbing erection out. He took his own dick out of Cooper’s hand and held onto them both, the tight friction bringing Cooper’s orgasm up faster than ever.
“Fuck,” Adam whimpered, forehead pressed against Cooper’s, their mouths now hovering inches apart. Cooper bucked into Adam’s fist, his hands holding soft and steady against Adam’s waist, letting him control the grip, the tightness, the speed. This was all he’d been after back then, a middle ground between dominance and submission where they could explore things together. A place where they could experiment, take turns. A place where he could have the balance he craved, the safety he needed. He wanted to spend years learning new ways to get them both off, and as his orgasm flared up the base of his spine, brought around by Adam’s fingers and warm kisses, he hated that he’d lost ten years of practice to pride and misunderstanding.
“Come in your fist, Adam,” he grunted, pumping his hips against Adam’s trembling body. “Come in your fist and make it slick for me so I can get off.”
Adam’s breathing hitched. His grip stilled and tightened, his orgasm right there for the taking. Hot jets of cum spurted out of his dick, slicking down his fingers and coating Cooper’s erection just as he’d asked.
“Now get me off, Adam.”
“Sensitive,” Adam whimpered, his hand still around them both.
“I know.” He reached up and cradled the back of Adam’s head in his hand. “I’m close, baby. It’ll be quick.”
Adam lowered himself, pressing their mouths together and kissing Cooper with far more tenderness than their earlier kisses had offered. The change of touch, paired with the trembling shake of Adam’s fist, was enough to bring his release, and his fingers tightened in Adam’s hair as he came. Cooper poured his cries into Adam’s mouth and his cum over both of their cocks.
He held tight as the aftershocks of his release waned, fearing if he let Adam go, he would never get him back. For his part, Adam didn’t seem to mind, even as his body fought to not collapse. Cooper could feel the way his muscles vibrated with the tension.
“Let go, Adam,” he whispered, working his hand down the back of Adam’s neck to his spine and back up again, hoping what he was about to offer wasn’t a mistake. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
Chapter5
Adam
