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Just as Joe was worrying his plan was going to backfire, Adam raised his head. Joe brought his hand down harshly, before Adam had the chance to process the last one, and that seemed to finally push Adam over the edge.

“Zachary. Zachary.” The words tumbled out of Adam’s mouth, all the more heart wrenching to Joe because they poured out helplessly.

Joe stopped instantly. With a flick on the rope, it was unraveled and Joe scooped Adam into his arms. Harsh sobs echoed around the room as Adam shook and cried, and Joe’s heart clenched with every one. Joe positioned Adam so his sore ass was between his legs, and he just hung on and rocked his boy.

“Why?”

The small, shaky word stabbed at Joe. If he could have got any of Adam closer than he already was, he would have done so. Joe swallowed. This was where Adam had to understand.

“No.” Adam’s shaky voice carried on. “I know why, Sir.” Adam raised glistening green eyes and the intense stare was more powerful because it was so unusual. Adam usually kept his gaze lowered. Maybe Adam was beginning to understand, maybe he knew that submission wasn’t another way of hiding.

“You did that so I would safeword,” Adam said.

Joe nodded in reply—he didn’t trust his voice.

“You wanted me to know that if I used it you would stop.” Adam smiled wanly and whispered so low that if Joe wasn’t focusing so intently on him, he would have missed it. “Painful lesson.”

Joe bent his head in sheer relief, knowing Adam hadn’t just meant physical pain, and for a few seconds they just breathed each other in.

After a short time, Joe raised his head as Adam moved and winced. “Lay on your front.”

Adam answered Joe’s softly spoken order with a smile, and moved gingerly. Joe reached over to the bedside for the tube that Adam had probably assumed was lube. He knelt once again between Adam’s legs, and smoothed the clear gel over his palms.

“Oh.” Adam relaxed instantly the moment Joe smoothed the cooling gel over Adam’s ass. It didn’t take many strokes, and Adam was completely relaxed and breathing quietly.

“Still with me, boy?” Joe chuckled softly when Adam smiled. “Turn over.”

Adam moved and stretched languorously. Joe knew the analgesic gel would stop his ass hurting for a while. Time to make his boy a little happier. Joe reached down for Adam’s flaccid cock, and was gratified at the tiny moan he heard when his fingers closed around it. Joe played for a few minutes slowly, gently, feeling it swell and harden.

Joe shuffled slightly, then bent his head down quickly. He heard the gasp at the same time as his lips closed around Adam’s hard length.

“Mmm...”

Joe’s belly tightened. Who knew he would have liked this so much? If someone had asked him, even a week ago, he would have been horrified. Soft hands ghosted his shoulders, and suddenly Joe wanted them around his scalp, sharp nails tugging at his skin. Joe groaned as desire hit him harder. He gripped Adam’s hands and brought them around the back of his head. He dove at Adam’s length and grunted triumphantly as fingers tightened sharply, and the nails he longed for dug in.

“Sir.” Adam was getting noisier, his hands fisting the sheets again, but not because he was scared this time. “I—”

Joe pulled up. “What Adam, what do you need?”

“Oh, I don’t think I can last...much more…please.”

Joe bent his head, and reached under his shorts to his own cock. Pleasure nearly dissolved him. Who knew touching himself while sucking Adam would be so fucking perfect.

“Aghh.” Adam arched his back in pleasure, hips writhing. “Sir, please. Gonna—Aghh.”

Joe pulled at himself sharply. Heat shot up his length, as he knew Adam had completely lost it. Adam went nearly rigid as he shot straight into Joe’s mouth. The bitter taste was perfect, and Joe shot over his own hand in response. Lights flashed behind Joe’s closed lids, and he swallowed over and over until he couldn’t wring any more from Adam, and he heard a faint hiss to say the pressure was quickly getting painful.

Adam’s cock was still twitching as he gentled his lips and pulled back. Joe opened his eyes and saw with satisfaction that Adam was panting. Eyes closed, head flung back in abandon. Beautiful. He looked so beautiful.

Joe slid up the bed and tucked Adam into his side. He was too exhausted to clean up, so he wiped his hand on the edge of the sheet.

Chapter 10

Joe wasn’t a cuddler, not at all. It was one of those complaints that adorned the very long list of ex-wife number two. But right at that moment with Adam tucked so close into his side, and both of Joe’s arms wrapped around him, he was expecting a gold medal in the cuddling Olympics. In fact, there was nowhere else he’d rather be but here with his boy.

Time to put phase two into action. Joe reveled in the small protesting noise Adam made at him sliding out of bed. Joe grinned. They were both sticky. He headed into the bathroom and turned the taps to fill the tub. He stirred in some of the bath salts he’d used before. It didn’t take long to fill up, and he set four large towels out to warm. He shrugged his sticky shorts down.

Joe walked back into the bedroom and smiled slightly. He wanted to chuckle because Adam looked like he was incapable of any movement, like he’d been well-fucked. Joe held out an arm. “Come here, boy.”

Adam opened his eyes and Joe knew instantly Adam was back to worrying again. He stifled the sigh. He wasn’t stupid and he knew it was going to take more than a spanking and a blow job to get to the level of trust they needed to be at.

“Now.” Joe nearly barked out the word.

Adam almost fell, scrambling out of bed. He clutched Joe’s hand like it was a lifeline. Well, that was good, because it was. “No need to get tense.” He rubbed Adam’s shoulders.

Adam stilled. “It’s just...what are we doing?” He stiffened and pulled away. “I don’t want to get hurt.”

Joe thought hard. He knew Adam wasn’t talking about physical hurting, and he didn’t want to rush to any offhand reassurances. Adam deserved more than that. He kept hold of Adam’s hand as he climbed in the bath. Joe raised an enquiring eyebrow as he sat; Adam reluctantly lifted his leg and climbed in too. Joe guided his hips so that his ass was flush up against Joe’s groin and he was leaning against Joe’s chest.

“I’ve never been attracted to men,” Joe began. Adam stiffened and pulled away into a sitting position but Joe pulled him back. “Let me explain.”

Adam interrupted. “There’s no such thing as ‘gay for me’. People say it, but it’s not true. Not really.”

Joe started absently soaping Adam’s chest. “I’m not even sure what ‘gay for me’ means.”
Am I?
Joe hesitated. “No, that’s not true.” He kissed Adam’s head. “I don’t want to be anything but totally honest with you.” Adam relaxed a little, and Joe carried on gliding his soapy hands over Adam. “I’m not a hundred per cent sure I’m comfortable with any labels, and no, before you say, that’s not because I’m ashamed or lying to myself either.” Joe smiled against Adam’s hair. “I think it’s an understatement to say I’m attracted to you.” He felt a small, shy nod. “I have two failed marriages behind me, and a daughter I don’t see.” Joe swallowed the lump that accompanied the feeling of failure. “I just don’t want to rush into anything.” He sighed and pulled Adam nearer. “You’re important to me. I don’t want to hurt you for the world, but I don’t want to promise something I can’t deliver.” Joe brushed a kiss on Adam’s neck. “Can we take it slow?”

Adam kissed the arm that Joe had draped across Adam’s chest and leaned back more. “I’m okay with that. But—” Adam swallowed. “I can’t cope with you being with anyone else while we do this.”

Joe frowned. “Adam, do you really think I would?”

Adam ducked his head a little, and Joe placed a gentle finger under his jaw to lift it. “To spell it out, we are exclusive until one or both of us decide it isn’t working.”

Adam smiled and lifted his face a little more, angling for a kiss. Joe bent his head. Even as he knew the words needed saying, he didn’t like the discomfort he felt at thinking this wasn’t very long term. But that was what Joe was bad at. He’d gone into both his marriages wanting forever. It had never occurred to him to think of anything else, and look how well those had turned out. That’s why he’d never done anything other than casual at the club, since his divorce. He’d left the D/s scene for both his marriages as neither wife was interested. He’d come to associate D/s with casual. Maybe this time it could be different?

Joe carried on soaping Adam’s chest. He absently rubbed his palm over one of Adam’s nipples and felt Adam shiver. The nipple beaded, became hard. Joe smiled and drew his other hand over Adam’s other nipple, stroking and tweaking them.

“Oh, Sir.” Adam sunk further against Joe. Joe let his hands idly smooth up and down, caressing every inch. There wasn’t any of Adam’s skin he missed, and there wasn’t any he particularly concentrated on either. He wanted to touch all of him.

Adam was hardening again quickly. He twisted around to kiss Joe. His hip pressed on Joe’s cock, and Joe gasped at the rush of pleasure that wrapped him up. Joe growled low in his throat. He couldn’t say whether it was from the feeling of Adam’s lips or hearing the “Sir.” His cock was rubbing very nicely into Adam’s butt cheek, and desire flooded back into him as well. He placed two of his hands on Adam’s hips and lifted him up and back slightly.

Joe groaned. His cock rubbed deliciously in Adam’s crease. Joe was happy for it just to be there. He wasn’t sure if he could handle going any further, and he didn’t have condoms in the bathroom. Joe let that thought go as Adam twisted his upper body around.

Joe kissed Adam hard. His tongue traced his bottom lip, and Adam shuddered at Joe’s invasion. Joe broke away and cupped Adam’s face. “Don’t ever think you aren’t important to me.” Adam smiled and stood up, pulling Joe with him.

Adam moved faster than Joe. He pulled a towel off the rack and cinched it around his waist. He grabbed the other one before Joe got to it and draped it around Joe’s shoulders. Joe shivered.

“You cold?” He paused and grabbed another towel, left the warm one around Joe’s shoulders.

Joe gulped. “No.” Adam sank to his knees. Joe nearly fell to his. But Adam didn’t go where Joe thought he might go. Instead, he carefully stroked and dried Joe’s cock and balls like they were made of gold. They were so heavy when Adam had finished Joe was prepared to think they were made of lead. The friction of the towel in Adam’s hands was beautiful. Adam stood and led Joe by his hand back to bed.

Adam pushed at Joe a little arrogantly to lie on the bed. While Joe’s Dom side might be questioning the little eyebrow tilt and the small hip nudge from Adam, his dick was totally on board with the subtle orders.

“Sir.”

Joe shivered. Desire had just grown limbs and was walking up and down his spine. He shuffled until he lay on his back. Green eyes blazed at him, lit as much as when they twinkled but the fire in Adam’s look wasn’t soft and pretty. It was hard. Hard and strong.

Joe ran his arms up and down the tight muscles on Adam’s back. He reveled in their smoothness, the strength bunched up underneath the silky skin. He tightened again, and felt the tingling building in his groin. Adam’s strength was just...fuck, it was such a turn-on. How could he ever have thought soft and pliable was sexy? It wasn’t. He felt like a shadow over his life had lifted. Joe raised his head to meet Adam’s as it lowered. He unleashed a satisfied moan, thrilled that Adam’s tongue chased his hard as an acknowledgement. Joe twisted his arm to where their cocks were rubbing together and closed his fingers around them both. He loved Adam’s shape. Slim, but so hard it was curved.

“Oh... Joe, need—”

Joe cut off Adam’s frantic muttering with his lips. He didn’t need to tell his boy to come. His boy didn’t need to ask for permission. There was no question and there was no time for any answer. Joe’s fingers sent their own demand, and the high-pitched noises from Adam and accompanying heat in Joe’s hand told him all he needed to know. He broke off, panting, as his own cum mixed with Adam’s. He let go with shaking fingers and went to wipe his hand on the sheet.

Adam clamped his wrist, and Joe’s eyes shot open.
Oh...Fuck.
Adam brought Joe’s hand to his lips. He lapped and cleaned Joe’s hand with his tongue, but his eyes never left Joe’s face. In all his years in the clubs, all his partners, even the last few encounters with Adam, the sight of Adam cleaning their juices from his hand was the single most erotic moment of his life.

Joe drew Adam in close to him. He pulled him gently onto his side so Joe was plastered up against Adam’s back. They had to talk, but he just wanted to breathe for five minutes.

“Joe?”

Joe smiled at the contented sound. “Mmm?”

“Do I have to scene with Master Craig today?”

Joe all but growled. Then he realized Adam wouldn’t know. “No, Callum withdrew their membership.”

Adam seemed to curl up a little more. “It wasn’t just his fault. I kind of agreed. He said it would just be like having a couple of shots.”

Joe thought about that. “Yeah, but you don’t drink, do you?” In all the times he’d seen Adam, he’d seen him drink light beer maybe once or twice.

Adam relaxed a little into Joe’s chest. “No, I don’t. I’ve had a couple of beers, but no, not really.”

Joe liked Adam relaxed. This was maybe a good place to start. “Is that because you don’t like it or another reason?”

Joe counted the seconds before Adam replied. When he got to five, he thought it was going to be ignored, but Adam surprised him. “My mom drank. A lot.”

Joe suddenly wanted to be honest, needed to be. “Callum told me some very brief details last night. He was worried for you. Lee...well, you know they talk…he didn’t want to break your trust, but Callum needed to be sure I didn’t hurt you.”

He felt Adam’s small nod against his chest, and resisted the urge to jump in and say anything else. “She’s locked up. I don’t ever have any contact. I don’t want any. She murdered my brother.” The whisper on the last sentence nearly broke Joe’s heart. He didn’t think it was possible to draw Adam in any closer, but he tried. He nuzzled the gap between Adam’s head and neck. “They said she was sick—
is
sick—but I don’t care.”