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“What’s wrong, gorgeous? You’re very tense and you suddenly have a very sour look on your face.” Adam spoke quietly enough for only Dean to hear him. While he was thrilled Adam could already read his body language so well, he couldn’t enjoy that little detail right then—he wanted to keep both eyes on the boys.
“I feel like the boys may not be safe here much longer; can we go?” Dean asked.
Adam stood taller then, immediately on guard, taking in their surroundings and seemingly searching for any sign of danger. “Okay, yeah. We’ll talk about why later,” he said quietly before calling out to the boys. “Dusty, David, it’s getting late. Let’s go ride the Carousel and get some cotton candy. Then we’ll head back.” Adam motioned them over to where they stood. As soon as Dusty turned and Dean saw his face, he knew his son was on guard as well. The only one that didn’t see what was happening around them was David. And for that, Dean was grateful.
David took off at a sprint as soon as he saw the Carousel, Dean and Dusty both calling out his name, telling him to wait. “I got this.” Adam took off after him, giving them a moment to talk.
“Now you see why we never go anywhere, Dad. This is why.” Dusty growled. “When we’re with the guys it’s different. Chris and William are built like linebackers, and they’d pulverize anyone that even farted in our direction. I keep him home so I can keep him safe.” The fear that laced Dusty’s words angered him.
“Jesus son, I’m sorry. I had no idea it was this bad. I don’t understand why though; it was David’s brother and not David that shot up that bar.” Dean reached for his son, gripping him by the shoulder and physically turning Dusty around to face him. The pain he saw in his boy’s eyes gutted him and made him want to do murderous things to the people that put it there.
“I can’t lose him, Dad. I love him so much; if anything else happens to him…” Dusty turned to look over his shoulder, watching David act like a damn fool on a white horse with blue reins and a red saddle. “…if anything happened to him, Dad, I don’t think I’d survive it.”
“Come here.” Dean pulled Dusty closer, wrapping his arms around him protectively. Looking toward the Carousel, his eyes found Adam. He was using his much larger body to block David’s view of Dusty and Dean, which was probably for the best. Dean wasn’t sure how David would react to seeing Dusty breaking down. “I love you son, and I’m here if you need me for anything. We’ll keep him safe. He’s family now—both of them are, and we protect what’s ours.”
He thought Dusty was crying when his body shook violently. Standing back and holding Dusty out at arms-length, he saw his son was actually laughing, though his eyes were watery. “Both of them?” Dusty asked.
“Oh shut up, you little shit.” Dean grabbed him with one arm, rubbing the top of Dusty’s head with his knuckles until he managed to wiggle free.
***
They weren’t in the SUV for more than five minutes before David was passed out, his head lying on Dusty’s shoulder. Dean watched them in the rearview mirror, saw the way his son held David’s hand in his, rubbing his thumb over David’s knuckles softly. It was probably a whisper of a touch that would barely be felt if David were awake, but Dusty seemed to need the small contact to reassure himself his boyfriend was okay.
Adam reached for his hand, twining their fingers together and rubbing his thumb over Dean’s knuckles. Sure enough, the touch was soft, like a strong breeze on his skin. He looked over at Adam, studying him. His eyes were on the road, thumb tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing on the stereo. Turning, he watched the asphalt disappearing under the tires, his eyes darting between the road, the rearview mirror, and his hand in Adam’s, his thumb caressing his knuckles. It hit Dean then that what was happening between him and Adam was real, that there were honest to goodness, genuine feelings involved. Somewhere between that first shy smile and the amazing feeling of Adam holding his hand, an initial mutual attraction had gone from casual to something important. Had Adam noticed or felt the shift in their relationship as well? he wondered.
“Dusty, we’re here.” Adam pulled into the parking garage, looking back over his shoulder he smiled at the two young men in the back seat.
“Thank you for an amazing day, Adam. Dad, I think we’re just going to go upstairs and crawl into bed and maybe watch a movie. You two should go out and do something.” Dusty reached for the door handle, pulling it and shoving the door open. “D, we’re home.” David snuggled closer, sighing, oblivious.
Adam laughed, shaking his head. “Let me at least help you get him upstairs and then, maybe we can go have a late dinner if you like.” He turned to Dean, smiling before climbing out and opening the back door. He hefted David into his arms with little effort, leaving Dean to either wait in the SUV or lock it up and follow.
“I’ll wait here,” he called out to them. Dusty waved before the elevator doors closed. Pulling his cell out of his pocket, he fought the urge to dial Maggie and unload everything. It was habit, he knew, and one he’d have to break. She was far too pregnant for him to worry or upset her. Not to mention, he was fixing to go have dinner with Adam. He’d sit down with Dusty the following day so they could talk more privately about what was going on in the background where David was concerned.
Oh God, what if someone goes after David again? What if Dusty is there? What will happen to my boys? Wait, what? My boys? And that’s exactly what they were; they were both Dean’s boys now and he’d do whatever it took to protect them.
Dean was so caught up in his reverie that the sudden sound of the truck door opening scared the piss out of him. He shouted and jerked sideways, his back hitting the passenger’s side door. “Whoa, easy, it’s only me.” Adam held his hands up in surrender, looking at Dean with wary eyes.
“Fuck! I’m sorry Adam. This shit with David has me a little on edge, I guess.”
Climbing into the truck, Adam reached for his hand. “Hey, you never have to apologize to me for being concerned over your son and his partner’s well-being. Hell, I just made them both stay out in the hall while I checked the apartment before I would let them in. Then I made him promise to lock the door, the deadbolt, and the chain. To which he responded, ‘Sure, Dad.’ Very sarcastically, I might add.”
“Thank you, Adam,” he said, leaning over for a quick kiss. “All right, you said something about dinner.”
“I did indeed.” Adam cranked the truck and backed out. “What are you in the mood for?”
“Whatever, surprise me,” Dean replied with a wink.
~ Chapter 8 | Feel Like Making Love ~
Dean lay on his back in Adam’s large four-poster bed, naked as the day he was born and as nervous as a fucking virgin on prom night. So much for taking things slow, he thought. And then all common sense flew out the window with the softest brush of Adam’s fingers over his hip. His hands were gripping the pillow under his head so tightly; it was a wonder he hadn’t torn it to shreds. The only thing keeping him calm was Adam. His eyes roamed over every square inch of Dean’s body, drinking in his fill until Dean thought he might splinter apart from nothing more than the intensity of Adam’s gaze.
How the hell they’d gone from Adam suggesting as they were leaving the restaurant, “Come back to my house for some quiet time. We can watch a movie, have a drink and talk more, there’s still a lot we don’t know about each other,” to “Oh my God in heaven; if you don’t put your dick in my ass right-the-fuck-now, I may die from sheer need!” was anybody’s guess. But the minute the key turned in the lock and Adam swung the front door open, Dean was pushed up against it, his mouth plundered by the pirate actively seeking the treasure that was Dean’s tonsils. From there it was a frenzied rush to remove any and all barriers that were stopping them from skin-to-skin contact. There was a trail of shirts, a couple of popped buttons, pants, and God only knew what else leading from the door to the bed. And so, here they were, both naked and Dean splayed out on Adam’s ginormous bed, wanton and ready to be fucked…t
horoughly and hard.
“Oh God, Adam, please!” He wasn’t above begging.
Adam hovered above him, placing two fingers over Dean’s lips. “Shhhhhh, it’s okay, I’ve got you, baby.” He trailed those two fingers down Dean’s chin to his throat, wrapping them around Dean’s neck.…His grip was strong but loose. Looking up, Dean saw a spark of fire in Adam’s eyes. There was no fear, only desire, as Adam gently caressed Dean’s neck with his thumb. Relaxing his body, Dean closed his eyes and allowed himself to just feel Adam. Long, nimble fingers ran along his collarbone then down the length of his arm causing an involuntary, full-body shudder.
“Do you trust me?” Not only the words, the implication of the statement, but Adam’s accent as well sent shivers down Dean’s spine when spoken, deep and raspy.
Dean nodded, the sound of his head moving on the pillow almost deafening with his senses in overdrive. “Yes.” The word crawled out of his mouth through clenched teeth.
Those nimble fingers trailed down his chest, one finger dipping into his belly button before continuing the journey south. Dean hissed when Adam’s knuckles grazed the side of his engorged shaft. “Fuck…” He bit down on his bottom lip and concentrated on the feel of Adam’s hands on his body, not his instinctual need to come…yet.
“You’re so fucking sexy right now. I want to bury myself balls deep and live inside you,” Adam whispered.
Dean released a shaky breath. “You’ve got me so worked up right now, I’ll probably come all over both of us before your dick is all the way inside me.”
“Is that a promise or a dare?” Adam asked seductively, his words tickling the bottom of Dean’s spine.
Gently, Adam pushed his thighs apart, his hands trailing up the length of Dean’s legs, fingers digging into his hips. He pulled Dean closer and before Dean could wrap his brain around what was happening, his cock was engulfed in the wet heat of Adam’s mouth. “Oh goddamn, fuck me!” he shouted, his back bowing up off the bed.
Adam sat back on his heels grinning like a madman. “Well, if you insist.” He stretched his long, muscular body across the bed, jerking the bedside table drawer open and grabbing a sleeve of condoms and a bottle of lube. Tossing the items onto the bed beside Dean, Adam flipped the lid on the bottle of lube, the snick sounding much louder than it probably was in the quiet room.
Dean reached for the condoms, looking up at Adam, one eyebrow raised. “Feeling lucky, are you?”
“You bet your ass I am,” Adam assured him. Dean opened his mouth to speak, the retort drowned by the deep, guttural moan that fell from his lips when Adam circled his hole with one finger before slowly sliding it in. “Damn baby, you are so tight.”
Dean squirmed under his ministrations. “Haven’t bottomed…since college.” He managed to get the words out between moans and gasps. Adam slid a second finger into Dean’s quivering passage, scissoring and stretching his taut hole. When he added a third finger, Dean’s eyes rolled back into his head and it was all he could do not to come.
No longer willing to wait, wanting Adam inside him, like fucking yesterday, Dean tore open a condom wrapper and managed to upright himself enough to roll it down the length of Adam’s very impressive cock. They both reached for the bottle of lube at the same time, their fingers brushing. It was only then that Dean realized that Adam was nervous as well, the larger man’s hand shaking a bit under his own. He pulled the bottle out of Adam’s reach before trailing his hand up the length of Adam’s sweat-soaked arm.
Sitting up on his knees, Dean took Adam’s face in his hands and pulled him close, pressing his lips to Adam’s softly. Sturdy, muscular arms wrapped around his waist, the intent clear when Adam tried pulling Dean into his lap. He growled when Dean pushed back, refusing to be moved. “Goddamn, Dean, I want you so fucking bad.” Adam inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring, eyes narrowing. “If I don’t get inside you soon, I might lose my fucking mind.”
Dean knew full well Adam wasn’t kidding. But everything had been a rush of hands mauling at each other, clothes literally being torn off, tongues warring for dominance. The moment Dean recognized they were both anxious and nervous, his mental switch flipped from fuck-me-now to let’s slow this down a bit…savor it.
While he was confident this wouldn’t be the last time they had sex, Dean wanted their first time to be something cherished…not frenetic. “You’ll be inside me soon enough, but let’s take this down a notch—” Adam cut him off with a menacing growl that was punctuated by a snarl and an almost painful tightening of his soon-to-be lover’s arms around his waist. “Jesus Adam, let me finish before you—” Adam’s lips were on his then, the kiss so intense that it damn near short-circuited his brain.
Pulling back mere inches, Adam demanded, “Now.”
“No.” Dean chuckled.
When Adam’s hands dug into his flesh, Dean whispered, “Close your eyes and don’t move,” before Adam could flip him and fuck him into the mattress. He could feel the muscles in Adam’s arms twitching; he could see the hunger in his eyes that were now pure black orbs of need, pupils completely blown. There was a silent standoff, so to speak, the seconds ticking by while Dean waited, hoping Adam would comply.
Cocking his head to one side, Dean smiled seductively. “Do you trust me?” Adam scowled, obviously not liking his words being used on him. It worked, though. Slowly exhaling, Adam closed his eyes and stilled, waited.
Sitting up on his knees, Dean leaned into Adam’s space and kissed one closed eyelid, then the other, before tracing Adam’s lips with the tip of his tongue. Gradually, he coaxed Adam’s tongue out to meet his in a slow, erotic dance that left both men panting. Gone was the rush of need that had them both pawing at each other like wild animals when they fell through Adam’s front door. Now their movements were slow, calculated, and all about learning each other’s bodies by touch alone.
Adam was kissing him thoroughly, kneading Dean’s ass cheeks in his firm hands, one of his large fingers sliding into Dean’s passage, still slick with lube. “Can I have you now, baby? Please,” Adam whispered as he breached Dean’s hole with one finger.
“Nggghgh,” Dean croaked, pushing down and pulling that one finger further into his body. “Lube, need…the lube.”
Adam laughed seductively, pressing the bottle of lube into Dean’s hand. “Get me ready. Then I want you to climb onto my lap and ride me.”
“Oh, God yes.” Dean groaned, filling his palm with lube and reaching for Adam’s thick shaft. Adam’s cock felt amazing in his hand, warm and throbbing in Dean’s grip as he stroked up and down the length, lubricating it from root to tip. Shivering, Adam stilled his hands as he leaned in for another kiss. Oh, how the tables had been turned. Initially, Dean had wanted to slow the pace, enjoy the passion building between them for longer than a few, rushed minutes. But now…now he wanted to ride Adam like a stallion in the Kentucky Derby until his balls were dry and his ass ached.
Leaning back, palms flat on the bed behind him, Adam’s eyes raked over Dean’s body and he licked his lips lasciviously. “Come on baby, it’s all you; come take what you want.” He motioned Dean closer with a nod of his head.
Straddling Adam’s thick legs, Dean braced himself with one hand on Adam’s shoulder, reaching behind him to grasp Adam’s thick shaft with the other before slowly lowering himself until his ass cheeks were flush with Adam’s thighs. It hurt like a motherfucker, Adam being larger than any cock Dean could ever remember riding. But skirting the edges of the pain was a feeling he hadn’t felt since college, the ache of being filled by another man. His lover was patient, not moving but breathing heavily as he watched Dean with dark eyes that conveyed so much emotion, it took Dean’s breath away. That was probably the first thing that caught Dean’s attention the night they met—Adam’s expressive eyes.
Taking his time, Dean rocked his hips up and down, allowing his body to adjust to Adam’s girth. As soon as the last sliver of pain receded and he felt comfortable picking up the pace, he pulled Adam cl
ose and kissed him. They moved together, bodies rocking back and forth, the passion between them steadily climbing.
“Oh God, oh fuck, so good…” Dean whimpered, riding Adam with gusto. The soft jazz playing on Adam’s iPod in the background was drowned out by the sweet sounds of sex—bodies crashing against each other like waves on rocks, skin slapping skin, both of them panting and cursing as they each grew closer to climax.