Adam’s arm would have given out on him with or without Cooper’s command, but he collapsed just the same, their sticky and half-hard cocks smashed between them. He breathed in deep, unable to catch his breath for the tightness of his lungs. As his mind cleared, he realized what he’d done.
What they’d done.
“Cooper,” he whispered, trying to right himself and take his weight off, but Cooper’s hand on his back splayed out, fingers pressing him back flat.
“Stop,” Cooper answered him. “Just stop. Don’t ruin this with your mouth, I’m begging you.”
The part Cooper left unsaid was that Adam had been the one to ruin it last time. They’d both been proud, and maybe a little wrong, in their defiance of each other, but Adam was the one who sent their blossoming relationship into a tailspin. And he’d lived with that for years, unable to brave the shame of admitting it to another person.
“I owe you an apology,” he said.
“This isn’t the time.” Cooper’s fingers slid up and pressed against his shoulder blades. “Or the place.”
He swallowed and kept his head tucked in the crook of Cooper’s neck. Cooper’s skin was warm and a little sweaty. Adam licked him, not able or willing to stop himself from taking the unsolicited taste. “All right.”
Beneath him, Cooper relaxed, and Adam allowed himself to settle into the familiar, yet long forgotten comfort of Cooper’s body. In his hands, their mingled cum had already started to cool and turn sticky, so he tried his best to stay still…
To do what Cooper had asked.
He didn’t want to ruin it again.
He didn’t want this to be another mistake he was responsible for.
And then the door opened.
Adam’s head flew up at the same time Cooper’s hand pushed down harder against his back. As they had been for the decade before, Adam and Cooper were opposing forces tied together at a common point. In this instance, the point was Adam’s cum-slick hand wrapped around their dicks. He pushed up against Cooper’s hand as his eyes narrowed at the figure in the doorway.
“Oh,” Grant said, his voice colored with amusement rather than shock. “What a surprise finding you two here.”
He didn’t sound surprised at all.
“I can explain,” Adam stammered.
Grant held up the hand that wasn’t on the doorknob and shook his head. “I’m forty-five years old, I know the mechanics of it.”
“That’s not what I…”
“Adam,” Cooper said from beneath him, stern but soft. “I meant what I said.”
Adam locked his eyes on Grant, imploring him for…he didn’t know what. Understanding, maybe. Grace. Acceptance. Anything but judgment. Adam opened his mouth, but didn’t say another word because Cooper had told him not to and because there was nothing to say.
Grant slowly dragged his tongue across the edges of his teeth, mouth twitching into the smuggest expression Adam had ever seen him wear. His stare darted between Adam’s undoubtedly beet-red face and the top of Cooper’s head, then he took a step back into the hallway and closed the door behind him. Even after it latched, neither Adam nor Cooper moved.
“Don’t,” Cooper told him preemptively, as if he could hear the wheels in Adam’s head grinding into gear.
Adam closed his eyes and settled against Cooper, only moving to pull his arm out from between their bodies because his fingers had started to fall asleep. He wanted to talk, to explain. He wanted to say something,anything, but nothing felt right. It wasn’t that Cooper had told him not to, it was only that there were no words that felt like they were enough.
“Can I sit up at least?” he finally asked, after his fingers had feeling and his heart wasn’t trying to escape his body through his throat.
“Yeah.” Cooper wiggled and helped Adam settle beside him on the guest bed. They both looked down at the mess they’d made. What a pair they were, with stained pants and dirty stomachs. Cooper looked comfortable, though, at ease. Honestly, Cooper lookedgood. He’d put on some weight, most of it muscle, but he filled his clothes out more than he had the last time Adam had the privilege of undressing him. Adam, on the other hand, had turned softer and much more pliable than he’d been in his thirties.
“I know you’re dying to talk about this,” Cooper said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“Am I that obvious?”
“You’re predictable.”
Adam chortled, ready for a fight. “No, I’m not.”
