Page 25 of Past Lovers

A video of that night.

Adam ran his hand over the cell, as everything Clay had just said swam inside his mind. Overwhelmed, he just needed out. He grabbed the phone, desperate to see what was on it. But the thought of watching it with Clay right there… it just felt weird. “You’re sure Melanie has no other copies?”

“I’m fairly sure that’s the only one.” Clay sighed. “I can’t be one hundred percent.”

“I need a minute,” Adam said, walking toward his bedroom. He closed the door and sat on the edge of his bed. Before turning on the phone, he stared at it a moment. Breathless, he powered it on and saw it was the only file left on the old phone.

Pulling the video up, he hit play.

And there it was.

Clay and him in bed. Kissing. Fondling. Naked as the day they were born. He stared, watching the two younger versions of him and Clay caressing one another. So lost to the pleasure, they had no idea they were being taped.

Adam watched as Clay caressed the side of his face, cupping his cheek before planting a toes-curling kiss on his lips. They writhed against one another, both moaning between kisses. Adam grew hard watching the video, and then felt shame for it.

Heat spiraled in his belly, watching the very fantasies that had swirled inside his mind made real on the tiny screen. When Clay angled his cock and slowly slid inside, Adam had to bite back a moan of his own.

Clay was suddenly kneeling before him, taking the phone from his hands. He’d been so focused on the screen, he hadn’t even heard Clay entering the room. Clay moved between his thighs and eyed him.

“That was the night you were with her?” Clay asked. “The only night?”

“Man, I don’t even remember being with her. She claims we did… but I only remember you. Maybe I didn’t have sex with her. I don’t know.”

“There’s nothing on the video to suggest you were,” Clay said. He sighed. “The thought of you with her…” He paused, frowning. “I think I was angrier at the thought of her touching you. Not the other way around.”

“What are you saying?”

Clay pinned him with a stare. “I didn’t want her touching the man I love.”

Adam sucked in a gasp, seconds before Clay’s lips slanted over his. He leaned back some, surprised—but Clay wasn’t having it. Clay dug his fingers through Adam’s hair and drew him closer. All while feasting on Adam’s lips.

Adam kissed him back once the shock wore off. He dug his fingers into Clay’s shirt, pulling the man closer.

Clothes flew in every direction, until they were both naked.

The feel of Clay’s body against his brought all those memories back to him. He closed his eyes, that night slamming into his mind—the same scent, a mixture of Clay and need, filled his nose. It almost felt unreal… another fantasy his fevered mind had created. Reopening his eyes, he met Clay’s stare. A shudder raced through his body as Clay’s hand slid up his hip and moved over his chest. It stopped at his madly beating heart.

Clay pushed him back into the bed before sliding in beside him. “I’ve waited five years to repeat that night. Please tell me you have, too.”

He nodded. “I have,” Adam murmured.

Clay moaned before capturing Adam’s lips again.

Watching the video had already intensified the fire burning within. He’d held on to the flames for so long, letting them build inside. He was almost afraid… fearful the fire would consume them both.

What would happen after tonight?

Adam drew his lips away, fear clutching him.

“What’s wrong?” Clay whispered.

“You’re my best friend,” Adam said. “I can’t lose you.”

Clay pressed his forehead to Adam’s and stole a brief kiss. “Who’s losing anyone? I’m right here.”

The kiss that came after stole Adam’s breath. It made him forget his fear, forget everything but the man touching him.

The only man he wanted.

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