Page 26 of Chasing You

“Then…both of us? Like it was before. I mean, I can’t…I can’t help like I did back then, but it was better back then when it was both of us. It was nice.”

“You don’t think that’ll make it weird?”

Kash burst into laughter and groaned. “It’s already so fucking weird. I don’t think it’ll make it worse.”

But would it make it better? That was the question of the hour, and the only way to find out that answer was to do it. He was terrified of taking the risk, but he was also terrified of not taking this opportunity, knowing that he might not get a second chance to touch the only man he wanted to touch.

Adele wasn’t going to deny him, no matter how afraid he was. There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d say no to anything Kash asked him to do.

Rolling Kash gently onto his back, he settled himself next to him. Kash would get his right hand, and he’d take himself in his left. He knew it would only take a small squeeze and the sound of Kash getting off to send him careening over the edge, so it didn’t matter how he touched himself. He was already too close.

He fumbled for a moment before he was able to get his hand around Kash’s cock, and then he shuddered as his foreskin began the perfect, wet slide. Kash was so, so turned on. He groaned, rocking his hips upward.

Adele wanted to talk him through it, guide him, praise him. But the moment would have been shattered.

He was only supposed to be a hand, after all. Just a hand.

His elbow began to ache as he stroked them both, the timing off, but he didn’t care. Kash was moving with him, his breath coming in soft pants. He squirmed, and then his tight fists hit Adele’s forearm, and he lifted up with his shoulders.

“Fuck, fuck. I’m going to come. Faster. Adele, Adele,please…”

He abandoned his own dick, rolling over to take Kash in a firm grip. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, of Kash’s soft cries, of Adele’s unchecked moans.

“Like that,” Kash gasped. His arm came up, curling around the back of Adele’s neck, and he tugged him until their mouths touched. They weren’t kissing. Not really. That wasn’t part of the deal.

But Adele could taste mint on his breath and feel a rush of air hitting his cheeks.

He thrust his hips against the sheets as he jerked Kash closer and closer to the edge. His balls were tight. Christ, he was going to come all over the bed.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Kash moaned. Three thrusts upward into the circle of Adele’s fingers, and he let go. Come burst out in thick, hot ropes, hitting Adele’s knuckles, spurting in a thick puddle on his belly. He stroked Kash until he began to whimper, and it was only as he pulled back that Adele realized there was a wet spot beneath him.

His orgasm had been quiet, lost in the throes of Kash’s climax that had overwhelmed his senses. His dick felt sensitive as he rocked it in the spill, and then he fell back with a heavy sigh and covered his face with his clean hand.

“That made a mess,” Kash said with a weak laugh.

“Yeah. We should move over to the next bed. Unless, ah…well, I can take the floor if you want me to.”

“Don’t make it weirder,” Kash said quietly. He rolled to the side, and now that Adele could see better in the dark, he watched the round curve of his ass move as he took two small steps and yanked the still-made covers to the side.

It was only when he was lying back down again that Adele forced himself to get up and get a cloth from the bathroom. He swiped himself down, then grabbed a second for Kash. When he walked back into the room, Kash was still awake and staring at him.

Neither of them said a word, and Adele felt a pulse of determination in him. That wasn’t just a hand. It wasn’t nothing. It was weird, yeah, but his resolve had shattered into a billion pieces. It was nothing more than stardust now. He wanted Kash, and he wanted to find a way to make this a reality.

He was done living with fantasy. He was done not knowing if they could have something real.

He laid a knee on the mattress and leaned over Kash, staring at his face as his hands felt their way along to clean the mess drying in his coarse curls. The silence persisted. Adele threw the cloth to the ground, then swung over his best friend’s body and settled under the covers.

The hotel room was cold now, but it would be hot later with their shared body heat, and he had no plans to change that. He shuffled close, and the moment they weretouching again, Kash relaxed with a heavy breath and turned toward him.

“Sleep well,” Adele murmured.

Kash said nothing, but he did reach for his hand. His fingers had uncurled just enough to link them together, and it was with that small gesture Adele finally allowed himself to close his eyes and sleep.

seven

ADELE

Nothing and everything had changed.Adele woke at dawn with a heavy weight on his chest, and it took him until he peeled his eyes open to realize it was Kash. His best friend had rolled over on top of him, his hand still curled into a fist, resting on top of Adele’s pec where his heart was beating the slow, sluggish rhythm of the early morning.

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