“What was he doing?”
“Sitting.”
“Sitting,” Grant repeated, clearly in disbelief.
“He was sitting. And I needed a break from trying to avoid him.” Adam shrugged.
“And you walked right into him.”
“Kismet,” he mumbled. “It just…it was the same way it always has been with him. Like magnets or electricity or something.”
“An intelligent comparison.”
“We kissed, and then…well, you saw.” Adam looked down at his lap, forcing his eyes open so he didn’t fall back into the memory. And it was a good memory.
Really good.
“I saw,” Grant confirmed.
“He called me Monday and I didn’t answer. But I thought about it all week. Thought about him.” Adam scrubbed a hand down his face, frustration mounting in the way it always did when he thought about Cooper. “After work I just thought fuck it, and I went over to have it out with him once and for all.”
“And did you?”
“He sent me home full of my own cum, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Grant tilted his head to the side. “How doesthatwork?”
“Oh, God.” Adam smacked Grant’s bare chest. “Not likethat. Like he teased the shit out of me and then told me to go home.”
Grant barked out a loud laugh, leaning back in his chair and clapping his hands. “That’s cruel.”
“You’re telling me.”
“Did you talk about anything important?” Grant asked after his laughter died down. “Like that one really important thing that you two can’t ever seem to agree on, I mean.”
“Kind of, yes,” he admitted.
“And what was the consensus?”
“That we’re going to see what happens between us,” he said.
“With who in charge, Adam?”
“There you go with my name again.”
“Adam.” Grant gave him an expectant look.
“Whomever the situation demands,” he said. “I don’t even know what that means.”
But he did know exactly what it meant. The agreement he’d reached with Cooper meant there would be an imbalance, or maybe a balance, of power in their relationship that was unfamiliar to them both. Even a week on, Adam struggled to reconcile how he’d been on top, how he’d been the one bringing both of them over the edge, but only at Cooper’s command, at his whim. He’d wanted it and he would have done it even if Cooper hadn’t asked. Or, rather, if Cooper hadn’t demanded.
Take my cock out and make us come.
Come in your fist and make it slick for me so I can get off.
But Cooper had made the demands. He’d given the instructions. The heat from Adam’s throat snaked up the rest of his face until he could feel it radiating around his temples.
“It means, my friend, you’re a switch.”
