He closed his eyes and flung his head back, heedless to anything else but the drag and swirl of Rico’s wet tongue against his hard shaft and sensitive crown. Rico’s fingers dug into his hips, and Adam welcomed the bruises he knew he’d sport in the morning. A trembling began low in his belly, but he didn’t want Rico to stop. He wanted to stay here, where it was safe and Rico made him feel like he could live forever.
“Mmm, come on.” Rico hummed his pleasure and licked around the root of his cock, burying his face in his groin, while his fingers trailed up and down Adam’s ass, tickling and teasing the crease.
Adam buried his fingers in Rico’s dark curls and lost himself in the pleasurable ache as his blood burned through his veins and he began to pump his hips. Rico ran his tongue down the length of his cock, licking the swollen shaft, before once again taking him to the back of his throat.
“Fuck.” Adam shook, his hands holding Rico’s head as he thrust into his mouth, blind to anything else except this man and his completely addictive touch, every nerve ending twitching and firing until he came hard, hot creamy jets spraying the back of Rico’s throat. Rico took it all with a grunt, swallowing it until he sat back on his heels, still holding on to his thigh, and lapped at the slit of Adam’s rapidly softening cock.
Sated and yet still buzzing with excitement, Adam took Rico’s hand, and together they walked to the bedroom where he lay down on the bed and waited, his heart thundering in his chest.
“You still want me?”
He gazed up to find Rico standing between his legs, dark eyes hungry with need, stroking his glistening cock. His hole clenched tight, and he drew in a shuddering breath.
“Yeah. So bad.”
Shooting him a hard look for a moment, Rico went to his night table and took out the lube and condom, then returned to lie down beside him and kiss his neck. But Adam didn’t want the emotions of lovemaking and sweet kisses. He wanted to get drilled hard and fast, feel the pain and burn of Rico inside him, so he attempted to twist away.
“No. I want—”
“Shh. I know what you want.” Rico straddled him, the usually harsh planes of his face softened by the gentle light seeping through the half-open blinds. “Trust me?” Without waiting for an answer, Rico bent down to take a nipple between his teeth and lightly flicked his tongue over the point. Electricity fired through Adam at his touch, and he clutched at the bedsheets, his breath coming in short, hard pants as Rico laved first one nipple, then the other. The tip of Rico’s hard cock poked Adam in the stomach as he leaned over him, and Adam widened his legs, aching to be filled.
But Rico was in no hurry and continued his torturous wet licks and nibbles down Adam’s trembling body, first swirling his tongue around the hole of his belly button, then kissing and nipping at the curve of his hip and tracing the outline of his tattoo.
“I’m playing connect the dots with your freckles.” Rico’s breath drifted over Adam’s sweat-sheened body. “I plan on licking every inch of you to taste them all.” He nuzzled into Adam’s groin while cupping Adam’s balls in his hand. “Gonna lick you all over.” He wriggled down the bed, and Adam pushed up on his elbows, the sight of Rico’s dark head between his legs sending his heart into overdrive. As if sensing he was being watched, Rico raised his head and gave Adam a smile and a wink before squirting some lube on his fingers. The smile faded, and Rico’s face turned taut with concentration. Adam struggled to breathe.
This couldn’t happen; he wouldn’t let it. From the start, he’d made a point to not allow his heart to get involved. It had been years since he’d needed to think about the consequences of staying with one man, one lover. It hadn’t been a problem until now. But Rico’s fingers played tenderly inside him, leaving Adam helpless to do anything but lie back. Desire soaked through him, warm and soft, driving away any unpleasant thoughts, replacing them with a honeyed sweetness.
“Oh, God.” Adam barely recognized his voice, thick with lust. His body soared, on fire from the inside, and his skin prickled with an awareness of the tiniest movement of Rico’s lips and hands. “Please, Rico.”
“Yeah, you’re ready.” Rico knelt between Adam’s legs and pushed them up to his chest as he guided his cock, slick from the lubricated condom, inside Adam. “Feel me? Feel how much I want you?”
“Yeah.” Adam reached out, flailing his hand to grasp onto something, anything. He hooked a leg over Rico’s hip to thrust harder, but Rico only laughed.
“Let it go.” He took Adam’s hand and laced their fingers together, then bent down low enough so their foreheads touched and their lips brushed. “I got you.” Rico pinned him to the bed, and Adam relinquished all control, each push of Rico’s cock a delicious torture against his aching, burning flesh, and he moaned.
“Fuck, please. Rico. Please.”
Rico paid him no mind and crushed their lips together, fusing their mouths until their breaths became one. Weakened by desire, Adam could do little else but hold onto Rico and watch his usually taciturn lover break apart from the force of his orgasm, coming hot and heavy inside the condom. Rico buried his face in the crook of Adam’s neck and gave a gusty sigh, then lay still.
“Damn. I don’t know whether we should stay away from each other more often or what, but that was amazing.” Rico smiled against his shoulder, kissed him, then slowly pulled out and got up. “Be right back.” He took off the condom and went into the bathroom.
Those words chilled Adam, who’d begun to let go a tiny piece of his heart. Realizing Rico still thought of them as nothing more than fuck buddies hurt, even though he was on the verge of breaking his own rules of getting too close. He’d spent enough years beating himself up with self-recriminations over a mistake and had thought he knew better, but something about Rico lowered his guard. Hugging the pillow close, he rolled over onto his side.
Emotional entanglements were the work of the devil. It didn’t mean anything that when he needed comfort from the horror of Rob’s impending death, the first person he thought of was Rico. They fit together physically; that was obvious. And if Rico didn’t ever want to talk about his personal life, that was fine with Adam. He had plenty of shit he never planned on speaking to anyone about either. Some heartaches were best left buried in the past.
“Hey.”
Still holding the pillow, Adam glanced over his shoulder to see Rico waving. “Wanna take a shower?”
This past week had been a sobering reminder that life was fragile and meant for living. And Adam intended to live it to the fullest.
“Yeah.” The prospect of a naked and wet Rico was impossible to resist.
*
“Come on, Red.We got a call.”
Bells clanged all over the firehouse, and Adam swung his legs from under the table in the break room, where they were playing cards.
