Page 6 of Past Lovers

His back arched and he came in a blast of emotion and sensation.

Adam’s eyes whipped open as he came, his hand sliding up and down his cock, milking every last drop. A roar came from his lips before he fell back into the twisted sheets.

Alone.

Awaking to another dream of his night with Clay four years before, his cock in his hand, milliseconds from coming. He stared up at the ceiling, gasping for air, and trying to figure out why the dreams had been coming more often.

The memories hadn’t all came back to him, not all at once. Slowly, over the months that followed, he’d remembered everything, his mind uncovering it all in pieces while he slept. Four years later, and he still dreamed of that night from time to time. Why he still obsessed over it years later, he wasn’t sure.

Adam hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. How it had felt. Howgoodit had felt. How much he wanted to revisit that night and try it again. For a while, he’d even wondered if he was gay. He’d checked out a few dudes at the gym, and he’d felt absolutely nada, yet the dreams had persisted. The only face that slipped into his fantasies was his best friend’s.

He’d had a hard time going back to the way they’d been after that one night. For a long time, Adam had always made sure not to be alone with Clay—they hung out in a group or not at all. He hadn’t trusted himself to be alone with the man.

Over time, that had changed. He’d kept their little secret so long that it felt almost unreal. There were times he wondered if he’d fantasized the whole thing. Slowly, life had gotten back to normal… maybe not completely normal, but close.

They’d graduated… and they’d both ended up working for Adam’s dad. Day in and day out… they were as thick as thieves, just like always.

Even with Melanie in the picture.

Adam had been the dutiful best friend. He’d sung her praises, talking Clay into going back time and time again—hating himself with each word out of his mouth. And he’d watched her sink her claws deeper and deeper—all because he couldn’t let Clay know the truth.

It ate at him.

Especially now.

The dreams came every night now… sometimes more than once. And he wondered if it was that guilt he felt pushing him. That wasn’t the only thing eating at him, though.

Stress at work…

Lack of a sex life…

Whatever it was, he needed to get laidor somethingand release a little tension. Maybe that would prevent him from going over the edge and spilling his guts. The thought of sex only made visions slip into his mind. Clay’s hands on him…

Clay’s cock sliding into him…

Fuck!

After cleaning up the mess he’d left behind and taking a shower, his cell rang in the bedroom. He crossed the room and saw a name he really wasn’t prepared to talk to yet.

Clay.“Hey, man,” he murmured after hitting the Accept button. “Can I call you back later? I’m running late for work.”

“Melanie kicked me out.”

Adam froze, silent.

“I won’t get all into it now—but can I stay with you for a while until I can get my shit straight?” Clay asked.

Adam didn’t say anything for a moment. After that dream, he was still feeling off. And the thought of being alone with Clay… Plus, what was he supposed to do now that it washerkickinghimout? “Yeah… I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

There was silence on the other end. Adam could almost feel Clay’s disappointment, and it killed him. “Oh,” Clay finally said. “I’m sorry I asked. I’ll figure out something else.”

The defeat in Clay’s voice hit him hard. Adam ground his teeth together, knowing he was being a total asshole in not helping Clay. He hesitated a moment, closing his eyes. “Man, I was just kidding! Of course, you can stay here.”

He heard the relieved sigh on the other end. “Asshole,” Clay said, a little hint of humor creeping into his voice. “I’ll see you at work. I’ve got a bag, so I can come over after work, if that’s cool.”

“Yeah,” Adam said, shaking his head. “Sure.”

“Great. Thanks, man.”

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