The hours turned into days turned into weeks. It had been over a month, and things between Adam and Cooper were better than they’d been the first time around. Most of Adam’s fears were alleviated as they naturally seemed to fall into Adam taking the dominant role in the bedroom, which suited them fine. It suitedhimfine, especially.
It was a Friday night—or rather an early Saturday morning—when Adam and Cooper found themselves tangled up in each other and on the way home from a party at Devon’s. Adam had expected to come home and get lost in Cooper. He was already half-hard and all the way gone from the way Cooper had been teasing him all evening with suggestive looks and daring touches.
Cooper didn’t want to play in public, and Adam respected that, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t fucked around in private. Adam cornered him in the kitchen, making a soft cradle out of his hand against Cooper’s pulsing cock and heavy balls, tightening his fingers until Cooper’s eyes widened in a quiet desperation. Then he had taken Cooper into the same guest room they’d found themselves in on Devon’s birthday and pressed two fingers so deep inside of him he’d whined and begged for more. All of this had riled Adam up as well, and there were too many stoplights between Devon’s house and Cooper’s, so they’d settled on Adam’s with a plan that didn’t take them past the entryway floor.
“Adam.” His name came out of Cooper’s mouth all breathy and hot, probably accounting for the hand around his cock. He’d made Cooper jerk himself off the entire drive home so he was hard and ready as soon as they arrived.
“Soon,” he promised, turning into the driveway.
Cooper pulled his hand out of his pants and groaned. “Not as soon as you think.”
That was when Adam’s headlights illuminated his front porch and his eyes focused on a figure sprawled out on the porch swing.
“Who the…” Adam cut the ignition and pushed open the door.
“It’s Wyatt,” Cooper said, adjusting his dick with a defeated groan and following Adam up the walkway.
“Wyatt?” Adam called his son’s name curiously, unsure if it was really him or if Cooper was only guessing. The body moved, confirming its identity. “What are you doing here?”
Wyatt stood, stretching his arms above his head. His dark hair was thicker than Adam’s had ever been, and Adam didn’t know how, but he’d forgotten how tall Wyatt had grown. He’d sprouted up his junior year, clearing the six-foot mark overnight. He towered over Adam, and most everyone else, too.
“You said I should get out of the city,” Wyatt said, voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat.
Their joined motion had triggered the porch light to come on, and Adam wondered how long Wyatt had been sitting on the swing. How quiet and still he’d been for the light to go off in the first place.
“I did.”
“You said I could just…” Wyatt gestured, looking tired.
“Of course.” Adam jumped up the last step and wrapped Wyatt in a hug, giving him a quick slap on the back before fumbling with the keys to the front door. The entryway looked inviting, but it would have to wait for another time. Adam flicked on the lights and ushered Wyatt inside, with Cooper following after and closing the door.
“Hey, Cooper,” Wyatt said, staring down at his feet. He bent over and untied the laces on his shoes and kicked them off, letting his backpack slide onto the floor with a heavy thud. “Sorry to show up so late. I just…”
“It’s fine, Wyatt, but how long have you been outside for?” Cooper asked.
“I don’t know.”
“You should have gone over to Grant’s,” Adam said. “He’s been home for hours.”
Grant had left Devon’s party early and alone, even though Robin had been circling around him like a hawk for most of the night.
“I was fine,” Wyatt said, shuffling past them both and into the kitchen. Adam followed, watching Wyatt pull one of Grant’s sparkling waters out of the fridge. He cracked it open and drank half the can in one swallow. “The quiet was nice.”
“You could have texted me,” he said. “Or called. I would have come home early.”
“I didn’t want to put you out.”
“Wyatt.” Adam ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the counter. “You’re my son. It wouldn’t have put me out.”
“New York was just…” Wyatt trailed off again, the water can crunching under his grip.
“It’s fine.” Cooper smoothed a hand across the top of Wyatt’s back. “You don’t have to explain anything.”
“Are you hungry?” Adam asked.
“I could eat.”
Cooper shot him a meaningful look over the top of Wyatt’s head. “I’ll go make sure there’s fresh sheets on the bed in the guest room.”
