He hit the button and began to pace in front of the door, anxious to see Rico and find out how the party went. His watch dial read eleven p.m., and Adam winced, thinking how absolutely wrecked Rico must be. He’d been working nonstop for almost two days straight on a diet of sheer will of nerves with a side dish of fear of failure.
The surprise he had planned would be perfect, and unable to wait for Rico to ring the bell, Adam opened the apartment door and stepped into the hallway to greet him.
The elevator doors slid open with a noisyclang, and Rico trudged out, his head down and shoulders slumped with fatigue. Forgetting everything else except the overwhelming need to take care of Rico, Adam rushed to his side and put an arm around his waist.
“Hey. Come on inside. I’ve got a bed and pillow with your name on it.”
The tired half-smile from Rico sent flutters through Adam, and he helped steer the exhausted man into his apartment.
“I’m okay.” Rico flopped onto the sofa and let out a huge yawn. “I actually got some rest. Once the party was underway, guess I looked as exhausted as I felt, ’cause Judy insisted I crash in her guest room for a few hours. The guys handled it perfectly. I left Sean in charge of his buddies serving, and Willie and Sal had full control of the food.” Rico let out another yawn and stretched out, but not before Adam caught the dazzling smile on his face. “People told Judy it was the best food they’d ever had at a party. Everything came out perfect.” He slanted a look up at Adam. “All thanks to you. I owe you.”
Adam’s heartbeat accelerated at the unmistakable gleam of desire in Rico’s eyes, and he decided to play along. “Yeah. You do.”
Rico’s dark brows shot up in surprise as a grin teased his lips. “So whatcha gonna do about it?”
If Rico thought Adam would tell him, he didn’t know him too well. Instead of answering, he held out a hand. “Let’s go.” Dinner could wait. Dessert was on the menu, and he planned on feasting on Rico’s sweetness.
Hand in hand, they walked into the bedroom, the darkness enveloping them. He slid an arm around Rico’s waist, bringing him close so he could whisper in his ear. “A week ago I thought this would never happen.”
“A week ago I’d given up hope.” Rico leaned his forehead against Adam’s.
“I tried, you know, but I couldn’t. I missed you…your eyes after we made love. I missed the way your hand felt in mine and how my arm fit perfectly over your shoulders.” As he spoke, Adam kissed Rico on his lips, his jaw, his softly fluttering eyelids. “I missed everything about you. Having you back here with me tonight is a gift.”
Their lips met, and Adam lost himself in Rico’s welcoming, demanding mouth. He held on to Rico’s neck and rubbed against him, letting Rico feel his hardness. Rico palmed his ass and squeezed hard, and Adam tumbled into a place where sensation ruled and all coherent thought was swept aside by desire.
“Take off your clothes. Now.” He tore off his own T-shirt and shorts, leaving himself naked and aching.
Rico complied, flinging his clothes to the side, and Adam swallowed at the sight of him full and hard, his cock dark and gleaming at the thick crown.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Funny. I was about to say the same thing.”
Adam pulled Rico to him, and they tumbled onto the bed. Their lips met again, and it was as if everything moved in slow motion. Their tongues met in a hot, wet kiss, and Rico shook in his arms. Adam pushed him down and straddled him, their cocks brushing.
“Oh yeah.” Rico’s face told a story; his skin flushed dark, and his eyes fluttered shut. Adam drank in the sight of him naked, spread out like a conquering hero, which he was after the amazing feat he pulled off. He bent over and kissed the warm skin of his throat, licking a path down his chest until he reached the hard buds of Rico’s pointy brown nipples and sucked one into his mouth.
“Yeah.” Rico panted and shifted beneath him, but Adam held him down, laving the delicious bud, nipping and sucking, lightly rolling the point between his lips until Rico moaned, his head thrashing side to side.
“Mmm, you like that, huh?”
No response was necessary. Rico opened his eyes, revealing the fiery passion in their depths. Nothing else existed but their warm lips playing against each other, tongues licking, devouring each other’s mouths like a feast after famine. The stubble of Rico’s jaw rasped against his cheek as he arched up against Adam, his dick leaving a wet smear of precome on Adam’s stomach. The emptiness preventing Adam from loving those years past vanished, leaving him now filled to overflowing with a bone-deep love for this complicated man who’d captured his heart. He might’ve lusted after Rico for months, but loving him was so much more wonderful.
“Yes, you bastard. Now fuck me.”
Adam laughed, his heart expanding with joy. “Not so fast. First I need to love you.”
The taste of Rico’s skin as he licked down his abdomen was a delicacy he planned to feast upon, and Adam nibbled and sucked his smooth tan skin. He traced the heavy veins of Rico’s rigid length, lapping at the wet slit, then sucking the soft crown until Rico’s moans of pleasure echoed off the walls of the bedroom and his hands twisted the bedsheets into knots. His breath came in short gasps.
“Fuck. Me.”
Adam sucked him deep, loving the seep of salty precome down his throat, knowing this body, this man was his forever. That thought drove him to the brink, and with one final lick, he released Rico, desperate to connect and feel their bodies mesh.
“Turn over.”
Wordlessly, Rico lay on his stomach, presenting the pure lines of his firm ass and smooth back. Adam trailed his fingers up his spine, loving the infinitesimal shivers rippling over Rico’s skin. He pressed a kiss at the base of Rico’s neck, then whispered in his ear.
“There’s no going back. You’re mine now.”
