“You don’t bring hookups home.”
“So, I’m not just a hookup to you?”
“No. You have very quickly become important to me.” He inched closer and kissed Hans. Adrik grabbed the lube from the bedside table. “Let’s wake up like men.”
Hans’ smile widened, his gorgeous hazel eyes sparkling with pure glee. “Ready over here.”
“Sit up against the headboard,” Adrik told him.
Adrik inched closer to Hans, his heart pounding, then leaned over to kiss his lips. He rubbed lube into his hand and lubed his erection and then Hans’ limp dick, stroking it with his hand until it hardened. Adrik aligned their erections in one hand, so they rested side by side, as he covered both of them with more lube.
“You know how to use your beautiful cock,” Adrik said, while he stroked their cocks.
“Any complaints about your big dick?” Hans teased.
“Never.”
“I forgot you fuck both women and men.”
“Don’t you?” Adrik couldn’t figure out why Hans was so fixated on his bisexuality.
“No, Adrik.” He left the words hanging in the air.
“We shouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“Why not?”
“We have more important things to do. What time do we have to be at the university?”
“Two hours.”
“Let’s see if we can come together,” Adrik suggested, still stroking their cocks as one. He loved seeing their cocks held together in his hand.
“Do it then.”
Adrik laughed at Hans mimicking how he answered.
Hans grinned, the sexy kind. “Hmmm feels so good.” He closed his eyes and by his expression, he was lost in all the sensations fluttering through him.
“Are you close?” Hans whispered.
Adrik nodded, breathing deeper, as both gasped and moaned together.
“Ready?”
Adrik stroked one more time, and they shared their explosions. They were both covered with it.
“That’s an A plus, Adrik.”
“I needed that to bring up my grades, Professor Hans.” Messy as hell, he pulled Hans into his lap and kissed him. They held on, taking turns kissing each other.
They eventually dragged themselves out of bed, showered, and got dressed. They stopped at a small restaurant on the way to the train station to eat breakfast.
They both ordered the Farmer’s Breakfast, which was a hearty mix of eggs, potatoes, and vegetables. The server poured them coffee before the meal. Adrik wasn’t used to eating breakfast without bacon or sausage, but he didn’t want to figure out the complicated German menu—he spoke the language better than read it—nor did he want to ask Hans, who seemed absorbed in his own thoughts.
“I’m going to drop you off at the language lab where tourists learn German. I think learning the language will make a big difference.”
“Thanks. That’s exactly what I need.”
