“I am a very kind person.”
Adonis laughed. “You are, you know that? Before I met you, I thought you’d be this prickly, unpleasant person. But you’re not.”
Bash said something that sounded like a curse in Dutch. “Don’t tell the guys on my team. I like that they think I am prickly and unpleasant.”
“Your secret is safe with me.”
Bash turned to smile lazily at him. “Good boy.”
They remained like that for a moment, their gazes locked, and then Adonis put aside his half-finished coffee and crawled along the couch until he straddled Bash. He cupped Bash’s face in his hands and pressed his lips to Bash’s for a gentle kiss.
“Thank you for dinner,” he whispered.
Bash’s hands explored up Adonis’s back. “You’re welcome.”
Bash deepened their kiss, pulling Adonis closer to him. Adonis gyrated against Bash’s cock, which was deliciously hard beneath his joggers. Adonis was a powerful bottom, but there was no way he’d be taking any form of cock after that dinner. But there were other things they could do.
Right now, kissing felt like enough. Their kisses were deep, close, and sensual. Their hands explored each other’s bodies, laying claim to each part. Bash was gentle as he picked Adonis up and laid him down on the couch, stretching himself out over Adonis. They made out like that, Bash’s cock pressing through his pants against Adonis’s.
His mouth traveled down Adonis’s neck, and Adonis moaned at the sweet tenderness of Bash’s lips at the sensitive spot near the base of his neck. Bash’s hand slipped beneath Adonis’s waistband, gripping his cock.
“I’m going to make you cum,” Bash whispered into Adonis’s skin.
“Yes,” Adonis gasped. “Please.”
Bash’s strokes on Adonis’s cock were swift and rough as he kissed Adonis’s neck. The weight of his body on Adonis was heavy, pleasantly so.
“Fuck,” Adonis gasped. “Fuck, I’m—”
He came all over his shirt, Bash jerking the orgasm out of him. Bash squeezed himself onto the couch next to Adonis, pulling him close. “Fucking perfect,” Bash whispered into Adonis’s ear. He wrapped his arms around Adonis from behind, and Adonis nestled in as close as he could to Bash’s body.
He could stay like this forever, he decided. Life outside the apartment could keep going, for all he cared, and he would stay here with Bash. They would cook together, have sex, and cuddle on the couch. He would learn what sort of movies Bash liked and share the movies he liked. They would read books with their coffee, watch sports documentaries, and have more sex. They would be…a couple.
“You should spend the night,” Bash said sleepily.
Adonis didn’t answer for a moment, twining his fingers through Bash’s. “Okay,” he said after a long, breathless wait. “I’d like that.”
He could think of nothing he wanted more right now.
They remained like that on the couch for a long time, saying nothing, just holding each other. Finally, Bash murmured something about showers and helped Adonis off the couch. He led Adonis to the bathroom, where they undressed and both squeezed into the shower. The water was hot, but the shower was so small that only one of them could be under the water at a time. Bash insisted Adonis take most of the water, saying he didn’t mind being cold. He washed Adonis’s body, then his own, and then they both rinsed.
Bash handed him a fresh towel. When they were both dry, Bash hunted in his bathroom drawers until he found a fresh toothbrush, which he handed to Adonis.
“Yours,” he said simply, and then went to the bedroom. He came back a few minutes later with folded sweatpants and a T-shirt. “They’ll be a little big, but you can wear them,” he offered.
Adonis gladly dressed in Bash’s clothes. They were big, but they were cozy and comfortable.
“Perfect,” he said.
“I agree,” Bash said, looking at Adonis. “Youareperfect.”
Adonis blushed. They went to Bash’s bed, where Bash turned back the heavy quilt and climbed in. Adonis climbed in next, settling comfortably beside Bash’s body. There was a TV on the wall facing the bed, and Bash reached for the remote.
“I like to fall asleep to nature documentaries,” he said with a hint of embarrassment.
“That’s adorable,” Adonis said sleepily, resting his head on Bash’s chest. “I love that.”
“It won’t distract you?”
