“I’m old, Grant. I like what I like.”
“And you apparently like things that you didn’t know you liked,” Grant countered.
Adam raised the beer bottle to his mouth and took a swallow, chasing the hops around with his tongue while he further pondered the idea. He’d always just assumed that he liked what he liked. He knew from a young age, or rather comparatively young, what he wanted in a partner and what he wanted in bed.
Adam got off on obedience and respect. He also got off on being spanked and praised, but that was something for him to continue unpacking far away from Grant’s watchful eyes. At the end of the day, Adam was still after the same things as he was before—trust and companionship, mutual respect, and great sex.
He could have all of those things with Cooper.
He already did have them.
But one thing he did need that he felt to be lacking was balance. He and Cooper had talked about going with the flow of things, but Adam was too deep in his head for another round of playing submissive to Cooper’s dominant side. Adam dug his phone out of his pocket and pulled up their text exchange, firing off a message.
Me: I want you at my house on Sunday morning.
He wanted Cooper there now, but he had Grant over and he worked in the morning, and Cooper worked all weekend. Thankfully, though, Cooper replied quickly.
Cooper: Oh?
Me: By eight.
Cooper: …okay
Me: Just okay?
Cooper: Okay, Sir?
Me: You don’t sound sure.
Cooper: Will you be ready for me?
Adam’s throat burned hot at the question because he knew what Cooper meant. He wanted to know if they were going to fuck. If Adam was going to clean and prep and then bend over and take Cooper’s cock. Whether he was dominant or submissive, Adam loved to bottom, and that was one thing that would never change. Further proof that Grant was delirious, because that right there clearly proved he didn’t have black and white expectations about sexual roles.
Me: You let me worry about that, Coop.
“What are you doing over there?” Grant asked him. “Your ears look like they’ve been colored with a magic marker.”
“Nothing.” He cleared his throat and threw a tense look at Grant. “Just making plans with Cooper for the weekend.”
“Working out those knee joints some more?” Grant teased.
His phone vibrated with Cooper’s reply.
Yes, Sir.
“Yeah,” Adam answered, feeling smug and a little more balanced than he had minutes before. “Just not mine.”
Chapter12
Cooper
Cooper had showered and shaved. He cleaned himself out and shoved a mid-size plug into his ass for good measure. He didn’t think Adam would want to top him again—at least not sexually—but he didn’t hate the way it felt to have the heavy steel intrusion inside of his body. He especially liked how it felt to fuck while his body was stretched to accommodate plugs.
As he walked the twisting walkway through Adam’s front yard and onto his porch, Cooper’s cock was already plump against his thigh, eager to see what the day would bring them both.
The door was unlocked and Cooper let himself in quietly, toeing off his shoes just inside the threshold. He heard water boiling in the kitchen and the soft clink of silverware.
“Is that you?” Adam called.
