“That’s good. Since you’re moving in with me tonight.”
Adam chuckled and pushed off the door, turning and throwing himself against Cooper. He settled, and Cooper wrapped his arms around Adam, resting his cheek on top of Adam’s head. His hair tickled against Cooper’s nose, so he smoothed it flat and got more comfortable.
“Wyatt is probably wondering where we are,” Adam murmured later.
“I’m sure he knows where we are,” Cooper answered. “And he’s going to pretend he doesn’t.”
They sat like that longer until Adam extracted himself from Cooper’s arms. He put both of their cocks back into their pants, diligently and obediently, then licked his lips when his stare fell to Cooper’s bare chest.
“The dresser’s empty,” Adam mused.
“So is the closet.”
“Your shirt is covered in cum.”
Cooper laughed. “Well, shit. I guess we’re really going to test my theory about Wyatt, aren’t we?”
“Add that to the list of things I never thought I’d have to address with my son.”
“Or not address.”
Adam helped him stand, and Cooper checked himself in the mirror. His face was flushed and his hair matted to his head. He straightened his glasses and, in the reflection of the mirror, watched Adam shove his cum-stained shirt into his back pocket.
“Ready?” Adam asked, and Cooper knew the answer was yes.
Yes, he was ready to face Wyatt.
Yes, he was ready for Adam to move in.
Yes, he was ready for whatever the future held.
He nodded and let Adam take the lead out of the bedroom, mentally making note of the seamless way Adam moved between submission and dominance. He chided himself for thinking the worst of him when the situation had presented itself earlier, and he resolved to be a better man about it in the future.
Chapter19
Adam
Adam had been living with Cooper for a week.
And he was feeling restless.
It wasn’t that being with Cooper was bad, because it wasn’t. But Adam had started to suspect whilehewas all in, Cooper was not. He’d done his best to push Cooper’s admission about his ex out of his head, but the way Cooper’s face contorted with shame and embarrassment as he spoke about it had latched onto Adam’s mind and festered into something more like doubt.
He sat at Grant’s dining room table, swirling the ice around his drink while he tried to get his thoughts on the matter into something cohesive to discuss.
“I don’t think he’s asking me for what he needs,” he told Grant, mouth twisting into a frown.
“He needs you,” Grant said.
Adam made a frustrated sound. Grant wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t what he meant. They’d broken up the first time because of Adam's discomfort with submission, and while they had switched in the current iteration of their relationship, as they’d gotten serious it had definitely been more of Cooper on the receiving end. Save for the night they’d packed him up to move, Cooper had been giving Adam the lead in almost all things. And now that Adam knew the origin of Cooper’s interests, he worried that Cooper wasn’t being up front about what he needed.
He remembered how solitary Cooper had been when they’d gotten back together. From the length of time he spent between text messages to the noncommittal way he made plans. Cooper wasn’t detached, he was casual. And he’d carried that through to the present state of their relationship, but it came through in different ways now. It was Cooper being soft and pliant, letting Adam lead, and dominate, and take.
“Right,” he agreed. “And I need him, but I meant with the dynamic of things.”
“Is he not submitting enough for your liking, Adam?” Grant smirked.
“Quite the opposite.”
