Eyeing the small space, Rico gave him a dubious look. “It’s going to be pretty tight.”
“I’m counting on it,” Adam said and held out his hand. “Get in here with me.”
Once again, a thrill rushed through Rico, and without a further word, he stepped into the tub, the hot water pooling at his ankles. Adam grabbed him around the waist, yanking him close, and Rico, several inches shorter than Adam, tipped his head back to gaze into Adam’s unsmiling face as the water streamed over the two of them.
“You’ve driven me fucking crazy since the first time I saw you.”
“Yeah?” He reached between them and rubbed their stiff cocks together, the friction and heat wonderfully intense. “You’re doing a good job right now.” Rico flexed his hips, forcing their bodies closer, and he found himself hauled up against Adam’s chest, lips barely touching.
“You know I want to fuck you. You’re so tightly wound, I want to see you spread out beneath me, open wide, begging for my dick.” Without giving him a chance to answer or catch his breath, Adam crushed their lips together, and between the heat of the water and the push of Adam’s tongue into his mouth, Rico sagged in Adam’s arms. Adam pressed him against the wall and pumped shower gel into his palm, then smoothed it over the two of them until their bodies gleamed, slick and soapy.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Adam murmured in his ear, and after rinsing them clean, reached behind him to shut off the water. “Let’s dry off.”
Allowing himself to be led, Rico stepped out of the tub to stand dripping wet on the bath mat and took the towel Adam handed him. He rubbed it over his body, catching all the drops of water, his skin tingling where he touched it. Adam’s gaze never wavered from his, and he let the towel fall to the floor. His body ached with an unfamiliar craving to be taken hard, and he imagined Adam thrusting inside him, that large body covering him, his thick, hard cock probing deep.
“Whatever you’re thinking, I like it.” Adam took him around the waist and rubbed up from behind, his cock finding the cleft between Rico’s ass cheeks and sliding. “The look in your eyes just now…damn.”
“I’m thinking we need to get in bed and you need to get inside me.”
Adam laughed and kissed Rico’s shoulder, his warm lips sucking at the freshly washed skin. “Glad we’re on the same wavelength. Let’s go.”
Without answering, Rico left the bathroom and lay facedown on Adam’s bed, the sheets smelling like him and Adam. He watched as Adam took the condom and lube from the night table, and his dick filled to an almost painful throbbing. He hadn’t had much anal sex; more often he got off by guys sucking him in a club or, in the rare instance when the guy he met had a car, they managed in the back seat. Yet from the first, Rico wanted Adam to fuck him and fuck him hard.
But Adam had different ideas as he kissed Rico’s neck and began a leisurely path of licks and kisses down his spine. Rico shifted, lifting up so Adam could stroke his dick; his balls tightened, and he gritted his teeth, squeezing himself at the root, trying to forestall the orgasm thrumming through him. Adam continued to nip and suck his way down until he reached Rico’s ass, and Rico groaned out loud when Adam spread the cheeks wide and blew a stream of cool air over his crack before licking at his hole.
“Oh, fuck.” He sighed and offered himself up to the soft wetness of Adam’s tongue teasing him as it flickered in and out of his passage. “Oh, my God.” Rico fisted the sheets into knots as he worked himself on Adam’s tongue, loving the scrape of the rough evening beard against his tender skin. His dick leaked, his heart raced, and Rico became a body of pure sensation. Adam’s cool, slick finger replaced his tongue, sliding inside his hole, working itself in, reaching deeper…
“Holy shit.” A white-hot ribbon of heat seared through him and he came, spurting over his fingers and onto the bedsheets. Adam withdrew his finger, Rico heard the condom wrapper ripping, and moments later the head of Adam’s cock pushed at his hole. Still recovering from his orgasm, Rico lay sated and open, and Adam thrust past the initial resistance, stretching him, filling him up.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” And as he’d hoped earlier, Adam draped himself over Rico while he worked his dick in and out.
Rico could only moan while hot pleasure buzzed through him, and as his body warmed and grew hard again, he began to rock with Adam, reaching back to grab a firmly muscled thigh to urge him on. The bed rocked and squeaked on its hinges as Adam responded by increasing his pace and kissing him on the edge of his mouth until he stiffened and came with a choked cry, collapsing on top of Rico. His harsh breath rushed past Rico’s ear, and their bodies lay fused together, Adam’s heart pounding a rhythm onto Rico’s back.
They lay together for a few moments, and then Adam slowly pulled out. Rico winced and shifted to get comfortable while Adam got rid of the condom. He lay curled up under the covers when Adam rejoined him, sliding in next to him, tangling their feet together, and Rico wondered if this was what couples did. He yawned and stretched.
“Stay the night?” Adam spoke against his shoulder, kissing his neck, and Rico sighed, pressing his ass into Adam’s soft cock.
“Mmm. Yeah, sure.”
“Yeah?” Adam’s lips curved against his neck, and he slipped both arms around Rico to hold him closer. “The whole night this time and no running off without saying good-bye?”
He shifted in Adam’s arms until they faced each other. “I know. It won’t happen again. I’m good with things the way they are between us; are you?”
“How do you see it? Just to make sure we’re on the same page now.”
He sat up, the sheet falling around his waist, and gazed into Adam’s eyes. “I see it as two guys enjoying each other’s bodies. Neither of us looking for anything serious. Having fun.”
“Good.” Adam grinned, pulling him down for a kiss. “I’m all for fun. But I seriously want your dick in my mouth right now. How does that sound?” Adam continued to kiss him, and Rico felt that now-familiar ache of want building.
“Sounds like you’ve been reading my mind.” Rico chuckled and stretched out, giving Adam the freedom to do whatever he wanted, glad they were in agreement.
Chapter Four
“Yo, Red!”
Adam gazed down from the top of the pumper truck to see his friend Patrick Reilley grinning up at him. Pretend-scowling, he tossed the rag at him. “Heads-up, old man.” Then he laughed at the outraged expression on Patrick’s face. When Patrick’s teenaged son, PJ, had come out to him and his wife, Patrick had turned to Adam for support and guidance, and Adam had spent many nights with the family, making sure they were in a good place. He and Patrick had developed an incredibly close bond, and Adam considered him a second father.
“Who you callin’ old, baby-face? Come over here and say that to my face.”
