“Don’t you feel the same when I’m submitting to you?” he pressed. “Doesn’t it feel like I’m attending to you? Like I’m pleasing you?”
“Yes.”
“Different sides of the same coin, baby. You just have to be open to a new view. And I think once you are, it won’t matter where you’re getting the satisfaction or pleasure…or attention.”
Adam growled and swung a leg over him, mounting Cooper and resting both of his hands on his chest. Cooper grabbed Adam by the waist and held him steady, smirking.
“It’s not a tradeoff,” he said, words trailing off as Adam grinded against him, using his ass to cradle Cooper’s erection. “It happens when it happens. I want you to understand and be okay with that.”
“I’m trying,” Adam said, the two simple words laced with all the promise Cooper had been after.
“I know.”
“Did you want to tell me again how good I am?” Adam asked, cheeks flaming red even in the dark of the bedroom.
“It doesn’t work the same if you ask for it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure.” He smiled and dragged his hands up Adam’s sides, hooking them around his shoulders and pulling him down until their noses bumped and their lips were barely an inch apart.
“Can we try?” Adam panted, once again grinding down against him, making delicious friction against both of their cocks.
“Not tonight,” Cooper answered, rocking to the side and flipping Adam onto his back. He leaned down and slanted their mouths together, kissing Adam soft and slow until his own tip leaked against his briefs.
“What?”
“Not tonight,” he said again. “It’s late, and you’re exhausted.”
Adam snorted and reached up for another kiss that Cooper readily gave. They kissed, and Cooper slid onto his side, wrapping his arms around Adam and turning him as well. Their tongues tangled, and Cooper swallowed every delicious moan that fell out of Adam’s mouth. He kissed Adam until Adam’s body turned soft with the need for sleep, and then he kissed Adam once more. Against his mouth, and his cheeks, and his eyelids. Cooper pulled up the blankets, even as Adam grumbled his protest.
“There you go,” he whispered, smoothing Adam’s hair away from his face as his eyes fell closed. “Good boy, Adam. Good boy.”
Chapter11
Adam
After swiping the steam away from the bathroom mirror, Adam brushed his hair back from his face and leveled an extremely judgmental look at himself.
“Good boy,” he tried, but it meant nothing when the words came from his own mouth. He didn’t know why they had such an effect when Cooper said them.
He’d woken up early on Tuesday and had gone home to shower for work, which prompted Cooper to invite him to keep toiletries at the house. Of course he would. It was a natural step in the progression of their relationship, and it wasn’t like they were as new a couple as it felt like. They had a past. They had history.
But that was four days ago, and he hadn’t made it to the store for travel-size bottles, and he hadn’t made it back to Cooper’s, either. Cooper didn’t seem to mind the distance, which Adam was sure should bother him, but…
It didn’t.
It felt reasonable that they were each allowed—even expected—to carry on their separate lives in the space between the times they spent together. And while they’d talked and texted during the week, they didn’t have plans to see each other again, so Adam made plans with Grant. Besides, it had been awhile since he’d gotten a chance to sit down with his best friend and catch up.
The sound of his sliding glass door opening pulled him out of his thoughts, and he adjusted the towel around his waist and padded into the hallway.
“Is that you?” he called out.
“No,” Grant answered with a laugh.
“I just have to get dressed.”
“Do you?”
