Queermance Anthology, Volume 1 (4 page)

As Adam unlocked the door I had to stop myself from crowding him. I was desperate to feel him,
smell him and most importantly, touch him. For two weeks I'd been dreaming about this; about being
alone with Adam again. The closer I came to getting Adam to myself, the hotter I became. Although
Adam had referred to our weekend in Lennox on the phone, I still wasn't sure if he wanted to
continue having sex with me. I was hopeful but I didn't know how Adam really felt.

Once we were inside, I tentatively stepped into Adam's personal space. His eyes widened, shocked;
his pupils dilated, and his breath became choppy. I slowly leaned down for a kiss, giving him the
opportunity to stop me if he wanted to. Milliseconds away from pressing my lips to his, knocking at
the door made us both freeze. We stayed still as the
Shave and a Haircut
knock was drowned
out by Bundy's strident demand, 'Come on cunts! Open the fuckin' door! This slab's getting'
hot!'

Silently cursing Bundy's craptastic timing, I leaned forward to grab a quick kiss because, after
two long weeks, I was desperate. Adam's look of panic made me hesitate. 'You okay?'

'Yeah. Yeah… just. Shit, Cullen! We nearly got busted.'

Adam pushed past me to answer the door, leaving me feeling like my stomach had curdled. Adam's
statement didn't sit right, but I didn't have time to think about why because Bundy crashed into the
apartment in full-on party mode.

'Stick's inviting the sheilas from the front unit over. Did you see them? Not bad!' Bundy
punctuated his glowing assessment of the female talent with a saucy wink as he entered the kitchen
with the beer.

'You cunts got any ice?'

Before I could offer to do an ice run, Stick ushered the girls in with, 'Beer won't last long
enough to get warm, Bundy!'

Adam offered the girls a beer and then cracked one for himself. Normally, I'd have been throwing
myself into the party too, but I didn't feel part of the group. Instead, I settled back into an
armchair to watch the mating dance of the drunk and horny. One of the girls latched onto Adam; my
chest ached as I watched him flirt back. For two weeks, I'd been obsessed with getting to this place
so I could be with Adam, but maybe Adam wasn't as invested in
us
as
I
was.

The lack of food, the heat and the beer acted quickly and it didn't take long for the flirting to
change into hot and heavy petting. Once the slab was finally finished, I got out of my chair to
encourage Bundy, Stick and their ladyloves back to their units. I assumed they'd either get invited
to stay the night with the girls or stagger back to their own place. That left Adam and the pissed
octopus I'd nicknamed Perky Tits, who'd been mauling him for the last couple of hours. I really
wanted to toss her out, but I didn't want to ruin things for Adam if he was in serious lust. I
wanted him, but I didn't want to pressure him into wanting me. I needed him to be into it, or it
could ruin our friendship completely. And I didn't think I could handle that.

Adam staggered to his feet and bowed, nearly toppling back into Perky Tits's lap, 'If you'll
'scuse me for a sec. Gotta crack the seal.'

He got a cute scrunch-nosed smile from the girl, before staggering down the short hall toward the
bathroom.

Still propping up the wall near the door after ejecting our mates, I heard the unmistakable sound
of urine hitting water. Adam was obviously not attempting to muffle the sound by aiming for the
porcelain. Perky Tits looked more embarrassed the longer we listened. We were both pretending not to
hear the sound of boisterous peeing coming from the toilet. Adam's bladder had always been able to
hold an impressive amount, and today was no different; the stream was relentless and unfaltering.
Things were getting more and more awkward in the lounge room between Perky Tits and me. I wished
Adam would hurry the fuck up. I had just opened my mouth in an attempt to break the tense atmosphere
when we heard the sound of retching followed by splattering vomit. Miss Perky Tits sprang from the
couch looking completely grossed out. With a swift glance down the hall to where Adam sounded like
he was dying, she high-tailed it out the front door.

'Cullen, mate?' Adam called weakly from the bathroom.

'Yeah, Ad?' I replied as I shouldered myself off the wall and walked down the hall.

'Why's there always carrots? I don't like carrots-' The rest of Adam's sentence was drowned
out by the next wave of retching. The sound of vomit hitting a hard surface brought the scene from
The Exorcist
to mind. I hoped there wouldn't be
that
much of a mess, but it wasn't
sounding pretty.

To my relief, Adam had conveniently collapsed into the shower recess, which would make the clean
up a lot easier.

'Hey, Regan,' I said as I leaned past his kneeling form to start the shower.

'S'not funny, Ed. I think I'm dyin'-' Adam's sentence was cut short by convulsions as he
started to dry heave.

Jesus, what a mess.

'You puked on your shoes, mate.' I gingerly untied his laces.

'Sorry, Cullen.'

'Not my shoes, mate! You're the one who'll have to clean 'em!'

I tried to stay vomit-free while I undressed him as he heaved, but in the end I stripped,
stepping past him into the shower; a much easier way to tackle a boneless, fouled Adam.

'Up you come, mate.' Grunting, I hoisted Adam upright in the cramped space. Man, he was
heavy!

Leaning him up against a tiled wall, I soaped him up. Despite my earlier lust, Adam's attempted
seduction of Perky Tits followed by his spectacular chunder had effectively curbed my ardour. Adam
was less than helpful in his inebriated state, becoming even harder to handle with soap-slick skin.
I hadn't known how ticklish he was until my attempts to wash his pits resulted in drunken giggles
and violent squirming. By the end of the shower, we'd clashed heads a few times as he jerked away
from my soapy hands.

Once I'd finally gotten us both vomit and soap free, I pulled back the shower curtain to expose
the towel rails. The empty towel rails. Ah, fuck it! We'd not unpacked the ute yet. I propped the
dripping, dozing Adam into a corner of the shower. I pulled on my jeans over my still-wet skin and
made a dash for the cars to retrieve towels and linen for the night.

As I approached the front units, I could see that the party hadn't stopped when they'd changed
venues. Bundy and Stick had been joined by a few more blokes, and the beer supply had been
replenished too. They were in for the long haul.

I contemplated tucking Adam into bed and joining the party, but decided to call it a night
instead. I'd gone from randy anticipation to dejected pessimism in one day and I'd need a good
night's sleep if I had any hope of finding somewhere else to stay tomorrow. I couldn't stay with
Adam now. I couldn't sleep on the sofa bed and watch him bring girls home. For our friendship to
survive, I needed to pull back so we could re-establish the boundaries of mateship. And wasn't that
a crying fucking shame?

After wrestling with a drunken Adam, I couldn't be fucked making up the sofa bed, so I just
stretched about out beside his warm body. The thumping bass of the party music next door and the
shrill tones of drunken women kept me awake for ages until, eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

****

I woke up with Adam's light snores ruffling the hair on my nape.

I could feel the rising humidity as the sun lightened the sky outside the window. I decided to
switch on the air conditioner before trying to get a few more hours of sleep. I didn't particularly
want to start my house-hunt anyway, because moving out would mean we'd decided to return to platonic
friendship. I soothed my conscience about delaying my task with the convenient excuse of extreme
fatigue. At a pinch, I could crash with Bundy and Stick for a couple of nights, but I'd need to find
a more permanent solution before lectures started the following week.

After finally figuring out the stupidly complicated air conditioner controls, I returned to the
bedroom to find Adam curled up on my side of the bed. The long curve of his back made me wish I
could run my hands all over the exposed, sun-kissed skin. With a sigh, I crawled into the bed,
pulling the sheet up to cover us both. Adam scooted across the bed until his back nestled against my
front. I started to move in order to make more space between us when his sigh of contentment made me
pause.

Bugger it. I couldn't resist putting my arm around his chest to pull him more firmly against me.
If this was the last time I got to do this with Adam, I was going to enjoy the experience and deal
with the whole fucked up mess later; after a few more hours' sleep, anyway.

I woke with my nose mashed into the side of Adam's chest. Once I managed to focus, I stared at
the single brown nipple only inches from my face. The way Adam's arm crooked above his head had
stretched his skin taut over his ribs and muscles. Oh god. I was more toey than a Roman sandal.
Almost without volition, I gently circled the dark areola with my pointer finger. The nipple pebbled
and peaked. Glancing up, I noticed that Adam was awake and watching me gravely. Maintaining eye
contact, I rose on one arm before slowly bending down until I could replace my finger with my
pointed tongue. Adam's fluttering eyelids, whimpery groan and arching back encouraged me to suck the
puckered flesh into my mouth. So I did. Oh, god, it felt so fucking good to be touching him
again.

'Oh, man. Didn't know I'd like titty play,' Adam said breathlessly.

I couldn't help the snorting giggle that erupted past his flesh, pulled taut by my sucking
mouth.

'What?' Adam asked, pulling himself away.

'I dunno, just sounded funny. I'm a dick. Sorry, Ad.' Adam's sultry look had been replaced by one
of irritation, which made me worry that he'd stop things before they'd really had a chance to
start.

He shifted, making the light glisten on his still-wet nipple. Emboldened by Adam's earlier
response and desperate to continue, I manhandled him back into my arms, snuggling my semi-hard cock
into the crease of his arse.

'I am sorry, Ad.' I backed up my apology with light, nipping kisses along his neck. Adam canted
his head, giving me better access, and relaxed in my arms. About to take things further, I
remembered my earlier resolve to return our relationship to its former state of mateship. Fuck!
Taking a shaky breath, I spoke. 'Ad, I'm thinkin' I should find somewhere else to live.'

Adam pulled away, sitting up to loom over me as I rolled onto my back.

'What the fuck for?' he said with an anxious, panicked look.

'I…,' How did I say what I wanted to say without potentially fucking up the friendship? In
the end, I elected to go with vague platitudes. 'I think we should just stay friends.'

Adam's eyebrows shot up. 'Friends who suck on each other's tits? What. The. Fuck, Cullen?'

I couldn't help the infantile response to the word
tits
and rolled over to muffle my
laughter in the pillow.

'You are such a dick, Cullen.' Adam flopped back on the bed with a sigh. 'Is this because I was a
fucktard last night?'

Staring at the ceiling, I debated how to answer. I didn't want to guilt Adam into anything. 'A
bit. I didn't like you flirting with Perky Tits.'

'Awwww. Was widdle Eddy jealous?'

'Fuck you, Ad.' I swung my legs over the side of the bed, rising to go. After the night I'd had,
his teasing seriously pissed me off.

Before I could stand, Adam grabbed me around the waist. His sharp tug made me tumble onto the bed
and I ended up sprawled across his thighs on my back. 'You're serious?' Adam's bemused eyes stared
into mine as I lay across his lap.

I couldn't stop my anger and hurt from showing. 'Fuck yes, I'm serious, Ad. We've been dancing
around this thing for weeks and I can't stop thinking about what we did and I want to do it again
and… FUCK!' Breathing deeply, I again attempted to get off the bed.

'I can't stop thinkin' about it either, Cullen.' Adam's statement stopped me cold.

I looked at him. Meeting my stare, Adam slowly lay back, resting his head on his folded hands and
letting his legs fall open. I couldn't stop looking at his body stretched out in front of me. My
gaze fixed on his slowly hardening cock.

With a moan, I accepted his invitation and crawled across the bed. I buried my nose in the crisp
curls at the base of his cock, inhaling deeply of the sweaty musk in the crease of his groin. Adam
twitched, his legs moving restlessly.

Nosing down under his balls, I lay the flat of my tongue on the lightly furred skin before
dragging it up over his balls to the root of his now-hard cock. Lifting up to admire my handiwork, I
noticed something strange.

'Dude! Hand me your phone.'

Adam lifted his head, opened his eyes, and scowled at me. 'What the fuck d'you want my phone
for?'

'I want to film this shit. It's freaky.' I stared in fascination at Adams balls.

'I'm not going to let you film my nuts,' Adam squeaked in a higher than normal pitch.

'Don't be such a wuss. You've gotta see this. Just hand me the fuckin' phone.'

Adam thrust the phone at me with a sigh and I started recording. Every time I blew on the wet
skin, Adam's balls moved in a jellyfish-like creep under the skin of his scrotum.

'You're a freak,' Adam said as he peered down at me filming his groin.

'Says the man with the creepy-crawly balls!' I answered with a laugh.

Tossing the phone on the bed beside Adam's hip, I wrapped my hand around Adam's still-hard cock,
angling the head toward my mouth.

I paused. 'Hey, Ad?'

'Oh for fucks sake, Ed! You're killing me here! What the fuck now?'

'Do I need to do anything funky with the foreskin?'

Adam's head fell back on the pillow with a thump. 'We're fuckin' hopeless at this, Cullen. Who
knew getting laid would be so fucking tricky!'