Page 112 of As the Years Pass
When the sun is down, I pay our tab. He fights me on it but loses. From the corner of my eye, as I’m walking away from the table, I see him drop an extra forty onto the table. He catches up, and I pretend I didn’t see it, and we make our way back to the hotel.
The air conditioning inside is welcome. Though the beach has a nice breeze, it’s humid and warm.
“So what are we doing tomorrow?” Adam asks as we get into the elevator. “We have the entire day to do whatever we want.”
I run my hand through my hair, tugging out the hair tie and redoing it into a messy bun at the back of my head.
“No idea. Didn’t get that far.”
Adam smirks. “Well, you know where to find me when you decide.”
The elevator doors open, and we step onto our floor, heading toward our rooms. It hurts to not hold his hand. Like physically hurts to stop myself from doing it.
This is such a bad idea.
“I’ll text you in the morning?” I ask.
“Sounds good.”
He stands in front of his door for a moment, just holding my gaze before he finally nods and lets himself in. I stand outside mine for far too long, hoping he’ll come out and ask me to spend the night with him.
He doesn’t. So, I go into my room and get into bed.
Chapter Forty-Six
Adam
The thought of Emmet in the room beside mine has me unable to sleep and my dick hard. Or maybe I can’t sleep because my dick is hard… either way, I’m frustrated by the entire thing.
Not just my dick, but all of this. Him. Me. Us. Why the fuck I can’t just get over myself and be with him the way I want. Because I do want that. I want it so fucking bad, that it’s starting to make me crazy.
I grab my dick, squeezing in annoyance and hoping the pain will make it deflate, but all it does is make me want it more. All it does is make me think of his tight hole and how good my cock fits in there.
“Fuck,” I mutter, banging my head against the headboard.
The TV is on, the volume low, and I’m not paying attention to it. Just staring at the walls, willing myself to sleep with no success. I’d hoped a movie would get me to take my mind off Emmet, but no such luck.
There’s a knock on the wall behind me, and I turn my head to look up. It sounded accidental, like maybe he got into the bed too hard or turned and hit his hand? Is he still awake?
It sounds again, just a quick knock.
I let go of my dick and turn onto my knees, shuffling closer to the head board and putting my ear against the wall.
This hotel is nice, beautiful and clean, but the walls are thin. I learned that when I was in the bathroom earlier and heard the woman on the other side of me singingPink Pony Clubwhile she showered. There’s another bang, this one softer, and I swear I hear a moan too.
My mouth goes dry as I reach for my dick again. It throbs in my hand, and my eyes fall closed. I imagine Emmet on the other side, lying in bed, in nothing but a pair of skin tight boxer briefs, his cock pulled out and his hand stroking it. His tip is glistening from precum, and I so badly want to taste it.
“Fuck,” I mutter, resting my forehead against the cool wall. I move my hand up and down, unable to stop myself now. Not with thoughts of Emmet doing the same thing just a few feet from me.
I could go over there and help him, but what if this is all in my head? It’s best I stay here and take care of this myself. I haven’t gotten off in a while, so it’s probably just my body needing a release. That’s all. And it’s too late to stop now. The image of him is burned into my brain, and it feels too good to stop.
I moan, not holding back, and I hear nothing on the other side, until there’s a shuffling sound, then something sliding against the wall.
I’m certain he’s awake now. That, or there’s an animal in the wall, but I’m choosing not to think of that. I’d rather imagine Emmet there, jerking off and thinking of me.
“Fuck,” I mutter, moving my hand faster.
I could really use lube or Emmet’s hot mouth, but I’m too far gone. I’m so fucking close, and I don’t have the will to stop. It’s been so long since I’ve had the urge to do this, and I forgot how damn good it feels. My free hand slides up the wall, pressing my palm flat as I work over my dick and think of Emmet. I see him perfectly in my mind, and the thought of him coming sends me right over the edge. My dick erupts, cum spilling into my hand and dripping onto the pillow I was just lying on.
