Page 57 of Unhinged
Noah wrapped his legs around Adam’s waist, his blunt nails scratching at his back. “I don’t know, but it’s definitely working for me,” Noah promised.
It was working for Adam, too. The tight heat of Noah’s body was like a drug, and Adam couldn’t get enough. He sank his knees into the mattress, giving himself the leverage to drive up into Noah in a way that had Noah’s panting breaths ratcheting higher. “You like that, baby? You like when I go deep?”
“Fuck, yes. More.”
“I want to hear you. You know what I want,” Adam growled, biting at his earlobe.
“Please, Adam. I want more. I need it. Fuck me harder. Faster. Make me come.”
Christ. Noah was far too articulate for Adam’s liking. He raised up on his hands, making room between them. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, gazing downward to watch himself piston in and out of Noah as he jerked himself in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good. God, I love to watch you jerk off.”
Noah’s head fell back, eyes closed and lips parted, as he worked himself faster. Adam knew he was close, close to giving Adam what he needed to push him over the edge.
“Come on, baby. You can do better than that. Don’t you want to feel me throbbing inside you as I breed you?”
“Oh, fuck. Yes. I need it. Please, Adam. Please, I want to feel you come inside me. Oh, God, I’m so close. You feel so good.”
There it was. The babbling. Adam fucking needed it like a drug. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” Noah swore, eyes flying open to look directly into Adam’s. “Only you. Forever. I promise.”
Adam’s orgasm took even him by surprise, his hips stuttering off rhythm as he came, spilling deep inside Noah. Luckily, Noah wasn’t far behind. Two more strokes and he was painting his release between them a second before Adam collapsed on top of him.
“Was that slow boning?” he asked, when he could formulate any kind of real thought.
“I don’t know, but it sure was hot,” Noah said with a laugh, sucking in heavy breaths. “I don’t ever want to move again. Forward my mail, I live in this bed now.”
A shock ran through Adam, a strange feeling overtaking him—a weird warmth. “You do live here now. You know that, right? This is your home. We need to get your stuff from the trailer,” he said, making a move to sit up.
Noah snagged him back down with a chuckle. “I think we can wait until the cum dries before we rush off to pack my things. I’m not going anywhere.”
Adam bristled. “You say that now…”
The idea of Noah trying to leave him stole his breath. Maybe they hadn’t known each other long but part of him recognized something in Noah, something deeply ingrained in their DNA. Adam didn’t believe in soul mates—was quite certain he didn’t have any soul to speak of—but Noah was it for him.
“I will say that always,” Noah promised, carding his hands through Adam’s hair in a weirdly comforting gesture.
He had never received much affection as a child. It hadn’t been offered or needed, but Adam found he loved the way Noah would pet him, like it soothed something within him to touch Adam. “This would be a lot easier for me if I could just chain you to my radiator.”
“You’re the only person I know who could make a felony sound romantic.” Noah grinned. “And, as previously stated, you have no radiator.”
Adam flopped down hard enough to make Noah grunt. “Details.”
After a few minutes, Noah asked, “What do you want to do for the rest of the day?”
“I don’t know, go on a date?” Adam asked. The concept was as foreign to him as advanced calculus. “That’s a thing couples do.”
“Like, you wanna take me to the movies? Buy me popcorn and hold my hand?” Noah asked, sounding almost as perplexed by the concept as Adam.
“We could go to the movies,” Adam said, propping his chin on his hands that rested in the center of Noah’s chest. “But once the lights are out, I can’t guarantee I won’t try to fuck you again.”
An almost evil grin spread across Noah’s face. “Buy me popcorn and I’ll give you a handjob in the back row.”
Adam kind of liked the sound of this whole dating thing. “Deal.”
* * *
Adam and Noah woke up at the crack of noon the following day. Their movie date had been fun. Neither had any idea what the movie was about but giving each other buttery handjobs in a crowded theater turned out to be a kink neither of them knew they had, but one both were eager to explore further at a later date.
