Unreciprocated - Chapter 4
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something_rareTitle: Unreciprocated (4/?)
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Beta:bigj52, who has always been a great support and friend. Thank you, Judy, for your tirelessness in reviewing, your pep talks and everything else. You rock!
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Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Brad/Adam
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Word Count: ~ 7000
Disclaimer: This story is a written for entertainment only. It is a work of fiction and I make no claims of ownership on any of the involved entities. All real people are converted into fictional characters for this story, and nothing is either implied or assumed about their lives, thoughts, or actions.
Summary: After five years Brad still has feelings for Adam.
Brad woke to the sound of rain battering against the window. Overnight the weather had taken a turn for the worse, and it sounded like it was blowing up a gale outside. He didn't care though. How could he, when he was holding Adam in his arms? He felt Adam shift in his embrace, and let out a contented sigh. Brad unconsciously tightened his hold on Adam, as a sudden fear took over. What if Adam woke up and regretted everything that had happened between them the night before? What if he shouted at him for taking advantage of him when he was confused? What if....
He looked down and was met by the most beautiful pair of shining blue eyes he had ever seen. Adam blinked some of the sleep from his eyes so that he could focus on the face staring down at him. Suddenly Adam smiled, a small, contented smile, which was interrupted by a massive yawn. Brad let out the breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding, and cracked a smile himself. At least he knew that Adam did not hate him. His smile widened as he watched Adam rub the sleep out of his eyes. He looked so cute when he did that, and Brad was forced to bite his lip. He wanted to kiss him, badly, but he didn't want to risk it.
Adam sighed again and stretched. 'God, life is good,' He thought. He had woken up feeling refreshed and rested; ready to face the world again, and it was all thanks to the warm body that was holding him. At first, in his semi-conscious state, Adam had only been dimly aware of the fact that there was someone in the bed with him, holding him. As he had awoken more, memories had flooded back to him from the night before. His nightmare, waking up in Brad's arms, their talk, him asking Brad to stay, their long talk, and finally falling asleep in Brad’s arms. The memory of the night before was what caused the contented smile that Brad had seen. As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he thought about Brad and how much he wanted to feel his lips on his again. Then, when he opened his eyes and came face to face with Brad biting his lip he knew what he had to do.
Adam moved slowly, watching Brad's face as he moved closer to his goal. Their lips met gently. The kiss was innocent, but it felt like they were both sure that they wanted it, and it was more like a promise of things to come. After a few moments, they pulled away, and Adam unconsciously licked his lips. Brad saw that, and had to stop himself from pulling him back down and kissing the hell out of him. He was just so damn irresistible when he did that.
"Adam?" Brad asked softly.
"Yeah."
"I did a lot of thinking last night," Brad said and then paused. Adam saw the uncertainty flicker in Brad’s eyes and he pulled away, suddenly feeling uncertain, insecure, and vulnerable.
“What's going on, Brad?"
"I'm tryin' to tell you. But it’s not easy, Adam. What I'm trying to tell you is that I want us to stay friends. In spite of everything that happened last night, I still want to be your friend, hang out with you, go places together...."
"And?" Adam said expectantly.
"And let’s not be awkward around each other, OK? We had something so special, but I can't ask you to try that again. You were so hurt last night. I know you weren’t thinking clearly when you suggested for us to get back together, but just being close to you, like last night sleeping in the same bed with you, it has.... Adam for the first time in a really long time, I slept peacefully last night. It was so calming, so peaceful. You're a really special guy, Adam, and I don’t want to lose your friendship….at all."
There was a long pause. Brad was thinking how he had been too melodramatic, but it was really how he had felt, and he hoped Adam knew that.
"I'm afraid that's not going to work," Adam said finally. Brad was shattered, and more than a little surprised. He had thought that's what Adam wanted.
"Why not?" Brad asked, "It's not like I’m asking you to make love to me or anything, I just…I still want to be part of your life."
"But Brad," Adam said as he reached over and touched the lock pendant on Brad’s necklace, "I want you to love me! I want to make love to you! I don't want you to be a part of my life; I want you to be my life!"
"I can't, Addy, can't you understand that?"
"No, I can't. Why are you doing this, Brad? I thought this was what you wanted too.”
“Adam, I want to be back with you again, I want to love you, I want to be with you. Don’t think for a second that I don’t, but don’t you see? What we had then, as pure and innocent and wild as it was, I don’t think it was love.”
“It wasn’t? Why? Do you know any more about love than you did back then?"
"Love? Shit, Adam, I don't think I know as much as I did five years ago. I don't know anything anymore."
"Exactly! That's my point! You're confused, I'm confused... we don't know what the future holds, we both know we'd be far better off finding some nice guy to love, to share our lives with... but that's not me, Brad! And I don't think it's you either. I think we belong together, man! And just so you know, I've never felt any other way since that first night we met at Danielle’s house."
Danielle's house! That was a piece of ancient history to Brad. The last time he had been there was less than a year ago. It seemed like a millennium ago but the mention of it did the trick. Brad remembered their happier, more carefree times together, when it seemed like he and Adam were the center of the whole world, and everyone and everything else was just there, revolving around the gravity of their love.
"Are you seriously saying that you want me back? I mean, completely?"
"Well, Sherlock," Adam said as a grin spread across his face, "You finally got it! So what's it gonna be? Do I get another kiss or not?"
Adam got his kiss, and then another, and another. They just lay in that bed, totally lost to the world as their lips spoke volumes and their tongues danced around each other. Brad’s arms were around Adam’s hard, broad shoulders and Brad’s mind was somewhere in Nirvana. Tears were streaming from their eyes and they were completely lost in time. There was no telling how long they stayed like that, but when they finally separated it was as if they had never been apart. They looked at each other and started laughing; then crying; then laughing and crying at the same time.
"I got an idea," Adam said suddenly, “Let’s go away for the weekend. Let’s lock ourselves away from everyone and everything. You know…like a secret getaway. This is our chance to be with each other again, Bradley, hmm? What do you say?”
“Adam, I have to,-”
“It’s the weekend, Brad. So, I know you don’t have any obligations you can’t postpone. Just one weekend Brad, think about it.”
“Where to?”
“It’s a secret!”
A lazy smile decorated Brad’s face and Adam saw the glow he once had been so familiar with back on his lover’s face.
“Let’s do it.”
Brad couldn't believe exactly how far Adam had gone. He had been surprised when Adam mentioned the place he had rented was a beautiful, country-style cabin with a private beach. What he found in said cabin was enough to make him breathless.
He stood in the middle of the cabin and looked around. Adam did everything to the extreme and this was no different. He couldn't help but wonder how Adam had arranged everything so perfectly in such short time. Well, Adam was a superstar now, wasn’t he? This whole arrangement must have been one of the benefits, right?
Adam carried their bags through the door and kicked it shut with his foot, his eyes focused on Brad's back. He watched him, noting how nervous Brad looked. Had he pushed too soon and too far over the line? They were not doing anything wrong, were they? He was surprised Brad had given in so easily to the idea of a romantic weekend, but it was not something they had not done before, was it? Sure, they had never been able to afford something like this when they were still together five years ago but, they still had had their share of romantic weekends, hadn’t they? It was nothing new. Plus Brad looked happy.
"I got all of the bags." Adam finally said, breaking the silence. He wondered if he had gone overboard with the huge log cabin. What did Brad expect, a shack? "What do you think?"
Brad finally turned around and locked eyes with Adam. It had been the most words they had spoken…well… Adam had spoken, since the plane ride there. What if Adam was already regretting this? Maybe this whole weekend thing was not a very good idea. Brad suddenly wished he could be somewhere else, anywhere but near Adam. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"It's… nice," Brad finally spoke. He shoved his shaky hands into the pockets of his tight pants and turned his gaze to look at the huge, stone fireplace that decorated one wall.
Adam watched Brad, knowing exactly what he was thinking, "Look, B, we don't have to do anything if you’re not ready yet. This is all up to you. We can just sit around and eat and talk all weekend if that's what you want."
Brad looked at Adam and spoke only after a good few seconds passed, "What do you want?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Adam looked at him, his blue eyes wide with emotion, "You know what I want,” he said softly, “No one knows we're here. It's just you and me. No one ever has to know what goes on here in the next three days," He watched as Brad looked down, "This won't ruin anything, Brad, I promise you. No matter what happens between us in the next three days, you will always have my friendship…and gratitude…and loyalty…and love," He stated, though secretly hoping that by the day they were leaving the cabin, they would leave as a couple.
This was it. It was now or never for Brad. Slowly he looked up and locked eyes with Adam's. "I want to," He finally answered. It took him a minute to realize that he had actually said it. "Let’s unpack first."
Adam nodded, "Alright, you're in control."
Finally, when Brad realized he had nothing left to unpack and nothing else to do, he made his way through the split-level cabin and into the living room, marveling at its massive, rustic beauty. He stopped and watched as Adam stood in front of a huge picture window, gazing at the snow as it fell heavily to the ground. His eyes traced over the contours of Adam’s bare back, remembering how soft his skin used to feel under his touch.
Adam turned around and locked eyes with Brad, something flashing through his eyes. After a pause, he spoke, "Have everything unpacked?"
"Yeah," Brad asked, “This place is perfect! How did you manage to find it on such short notice?”
Adam froze in his place in front of the window, "What?"
“How did you find this place?”
“I…,” Adam whispered suddenly very nervous, “Well… I had plans to come here for the weekend anyway…before…hmm…,”
"Before you asked me? You had plans to have a little getaway…with Drake, right?"
Adam was too shocked to answer that.
"And when things got ugly between you two, you decided to invite me instead, right?”
“Listen Brad, I…yeah, that’s how it happened. But I didn’t bring you here just to replace him, OK? I wouldn’t do that to you. Drake and I are through…for good.”
“Is that so? Then what did you bring me here for anyway? For just for a quick fuck? Someone to take care of your needs when things between you and Drake got a little rocky? Am I here for you to use for a weekend?"
"You know what, fuck you, Brad. Fucking Alisan would have been better than coming here. At least she doesn't ask fucking retarded questions."
Brad just looked at him, secretly hurt by his comment.
Adam turned back toward the window and resumed watching the snow, "If that’s how you think after everything that’s happened between us since yesterday, you can leave, you know. No one's keeping you here. I didn't tell you about it because I was scared," He mumbled, “I was scared this would happen, that you would assume I was trying to replace him with you, so I kept my mouth shut because I wanted this to be perfect for us,” He turned around in shock when he felt Brad behind him. He locked eyes with Brad and swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
Brad just stared back, already making yet another decision. He reached up, almost reluctantly, and cupped a hand around Adam's cheek. Without a word he pulled Adam's face towards his and locked lips with his best friend.
Adam wrapped his arms around Brad's neck. He opened his mouth, anxious for more of a response.
Brad moaned as he slid his tongue through Adam's lips, which Adam greedily accepted. He slid between his legs, deepening the kiss.
Adam held Brad against him and kissed him with everything in him, as if this was his last kiss on earth and he had to give it everything he had. Five years of being apart, months of pent-up passion flowed through the kiss and finally, Brad was exactly where had dreamed about for months, and this time, it wasn't a dream.
Brad finally pulled away from the kiss and leant his forehead against Adam's chest. He couldn't tell which was faster; the beating of his heart or his mind trying to catch up with everything that was happening so quickly.
"Wow." Adam breathed, his fingers massaging Brad's, "Have I told you lately what an excellent kisser you are?"
Brad pulled back slightly and looked up, catching the emotion in Adam's eyes. An emotion he was pretty sure was in his own at that moment. He smiled softly and nodded, "Yes. I can say the same about you," he whispered. And it was. Of all the boys he had ever been with after Adam, none of them held a candle to Adam when it came to kissing…or anything else, for the matter. He could sense the sincerity in Adam’s every move. He could feel the genuineness of Adam’s feelings. Adam could not fake those emotions, could he? No matter how good an actor he was, he could never fake the genuine look in his eyes. No, Adam was completely sincere. Adam wanted him back. Adam wanted to be with him. He was just letting his insecurities get the best of him.
Brad unlocked his eyes from Adam's and looked down. He swallowed the lump in his throat when he saw the effect the kiss had had on Adam; an effect that both surprised and shocked him. God, how he wanted to feel Adam’s touch. He averted his eyes back to Adam's.
Adam brushed past Brad before turning around and pressing into his back, "You know…" He whispered against Brad's ear, "This weekend is about us, you and me. If you want something, just ask," Slowly, he snuck an arm around Brad's waist and gently cupped the younger man through his pants, "Whatever you want."
Brad closed his eyes and moaned as Adam's hand tortured him. He pressed back against Adam and rested the back of his head on Adam's shoulder, "God... Adam," He choked out. Adam’s slow, steady teasing was driving him mad.
"You always liked me touching you like this," Adam whispered against Brad's ear before snaking a tongue out and licking Brad's earlobe, "Do you still like it? Does it still feel good, baby?" He asked. Brad replied with a whimper.
"Adam," Brad moaned, lifting his arms and wrapping them back and around Adam's neck. "Oh, that feels…," He didn't finish his sentence, letting out an animalistic moan as Adam's hand slipped inside his pants. He bucked his hips forward and rubbed his ass around Adam's hard, covered cock as his own cock grinded against Adam's hand.
Adam formed a steady pace, jerking Brad’s cock as his own grinded against Brad's ass. Everything felt exactly like before, like they had never been apart. He could feel his orgasm nearing and desperately held on, wanting to cum when Brad did. He bit his lower lip and held on for dear life. Brad's ass felt so good against him and he couldn't help but wonder if it would feel as good as he remembered being inside Brad, "Oh, fuck," He moaned against Brad's ear.
Brad continued to grind against Adam's cock and he brought a hand down. Slowly, he snuck his own hand down his pants and placed it on top of Adam's, guiding the older man's hand movements. The feeling of his and Adam's hand nurturing his cock and the sensation of Adam's cock rubbing against him became too much to bear. With one final flick to the head by Adam's thumb, he let everything out with a long moan, falling limp as his hot seed coated his middle.
Adam felt the familiar warm, sticky fluid of Brad's cum on his hand and finally he let go and allowed himself to groan deeply as he came in his own pants with a violent shudder. Before he even had time to regain breathing, Brad turned around and kissed him deeply, his tongue ravishing his mouth hungrily.
Brad wrapped his arms around Adam's neck and pressed against his body. He kissed him with everything in him. He was finally back where he belonged.
Finally, after kissing and holding each other for what seemed like forever, Adam was the first to pull away just as Brad's roaming hands looped under the waistline of his sweat pants. Adam wrapped his arms around him. Brad looked at Adam. He licked his lips, Adam's sweet taste still lingering, and swallowed the lump in his throat which also seemed to carry Adam's taste. "So," had been the only thing that came out of his mouth.
"Are you okay?" Adam asked, somehow feeling the need to ask. He was sure that what they had just done felt right to him. Kissing and holding Brad like that again was like finally coming back to life. He just wanted to be sure that Brad was okay with everything. He didn’t want Brad to still have doubts and questions about his sincerity.
Brad just stared at Adam, noting every movement and word the older man made. He smiled softly and instead of answering, he stepped closer, bridging the distance between them. He silenced Adam by cupping his face and taking that bottom lip into his mouth.
Adam immediately fell limp and moaned as Brad's tongue slowly and teasingly sucked on his lip. He opened his mouth and slipped his own tongue out.
Brad moaned and lightly dropped his hands, his fingers roaming over soft skin, and he wrapped his arms under Adam's and around, pulling him closer. He tilted his head and angled his lips, his tongue exploring every possible contour, sliding against his teeth.
Adam wrapped his arms around Brad's neck and his fingers played lazily in Brad's hair. He nearly yelped when he felt Brad's hand cup him through his jeans. He tried to pull away from the kiss but Brad's hand immediately cupped the back of his head, preventing him to do so. Instead, he groaned through the kiss and brought his own hand down on Brad's, guiding Brad's grip.
Brad turned his head, changing the angle of the kiss as his hand gripped and tugged at Adam through his pants. Slowly he cupped Adam's hard on, loving the feel of it beneath his hand.
"Uhn… Brad," Adam moaned through the kiss, his words disappearing inside Brad's mouth.
Brad pulled away, needing air, but immediately placed his hungry kiss on Adam’s neck, lapping and sucking at the vein there. He was too far gone to stop now. Slowly, as he continued to rub at Adam and kiss his neck, he backed the both of them against the wall, trapping Adam. He attacked the older man's mouth again as his hands gripped the rim of his pants. In one, quick motion, both pants and boxers were on the floor.
Adam moaned through the kiss as his cock sprang out of his pants and rubbed against Brad's thigh. He felt as if he were going to explode if Brad didn't do anything soon, "Brad...," He cried out when Brad pulled away and looked at him.
'God, I had forgotten how beautiful he is', Brad thought as he reached a hand up and cupped it around Adam's cheek, his thumb darting out and across that bottom lip. He bent forward and kissed it softly. Adam opened his mouth, wanting another kiss, but Brad pulled away. He had other things in mind.
Adam watched as Brad began his descent and he couldn't help but moan. Brad tugged at one of Adam’s nipples with his teeth while staring up at him with such desire and want in his eyes as he went further, darting his tongue in and out of Adam's bellybutton.
Brad paused and stared at Adam's cock. He swallowed the lump in his throat, Adam's moans and whimpers pounding through his ears. Want.
Want.
Slowly, Brad’s tongue licked the drop of precum that decorated the slit of Adam's cock. Brad moaned and he felt Adam's hands in his hair, urging him to go further but not pushing. He took in more, his tongue, teeth and lips getting reacquainted with the taste and texture of Adam.
"God... Brad…," Adam choked out, his sweaty body squirming against the wall. Brad's mouth felt like heaven on him. He opened his eyes and looked down, the sight of Brad's face, beautiful in its’ concentration, his eyes closed, and the way his head bobbed brought Adam closer to his orgasm. He gripped his hands tighter in Brad's hair as his cock was deep throated. He thrust in and out as Brad's head bobbed up and down and soon they set up a rhythm with each other.
Brad moaned and gripped Adam's ass as the older boy continued thrusting into his mouth. He squeezed Adam's ass. He knew from experience that Adam was close and he couldn't help but smile in the back of his mind at the fact that Adam was near tears and almost purring like a kitten. Adam had always been so sensitive during sex.
Finally, without warning, Adam's hot liquid shot deep inside Brad's throat. He swallowed every drop of what Adam had to offer him and when Adam began to soften in his mouth, he stood up slowly and faced Adam at eye level, his eyes searching.
After taking a long time to regain control, Adam smiled and lifted a hand up. Slowly, he wiped off the drop of cum that decorated the corner of Brad's lip.
Brad smiled back and leaned in for another kiss. This time, the kiss was slow and sensual and far less breathtaking ... but sweet nonetheless.
No words needed to be said. Each knew what the other was thinking and feeling by just one look in the eyes. They had always been in tune with each other like that.
As soon as they walked into the bedroom, they were once again in each other’s arms. Adam’s hands were all over Brad, regretting that he hadn't had his arms around Brad for so long.
"Adam, take me back, make me yours again," Brad gasped, "Please?"
Adam didn't answer.
Skin felt like velvet as their hands skimmed over each other. Clothes fell to the floor at their feet: mixtures of black, blue and white. In fact, everything seemed to be mixing together in the spacious bedroom. The only thing that was clear to both of them was the other man standing in front of him, their eyes filled with desire, their breathing haggard and their bodies quivering with want. In a very short time they were standing facing each other, naked.
"Wow!" Brad exclaimed, "I had forgotten how gorgeous your body is!"
Adam answered with a smile, "Now do you want me to make love to you, or do you want to stand there and admire me?"
"Both!" Brad said with no hesitation. He allowed his eyes to travel over Adam's body, every muscle, every scar and freckle, every part of him. His eyes settled on Adam's cock and his own cock jumped to complete attention. He licked his bottom lip in concentration, trying to catch up with everything that was happening around him. For months, he had laid in his bedroom, jerking off to an image of Adam. Now, here he was, standing in front of Brad, the man he had wanted back more than anything who appeared to want him back as well.
Adam closed his eyes, noticing the reluctance in Brad's eyes. He breathed evenly, trying not to get too worked up. He nearly sighed in relief when he felt the bed jerk under Brad’s weight. He felt Brad move over him and he accepted his kiss hungrily. He wrapped his arms around Brad and pulled the man down, squashing their bodies together. He ran the tips of his fingers over Brad's bare back, almost feeling the skin there tingle.
Brad moaned through the kiss and moved to bury his face in Adam’s neck, "Addy," Brad moaned again, "I want you so much," He lapped and sucked at Adam's neck as Adam's fingers continued to dance down his lower back. He groaned when Brad wrapped his legs around him and dug the heels of his feet into his back, pulling him even closer.
Brad moaned and arched up, feeling Adam's cock rubbing against his. He dropped his hands lower and rounded them over Adam's ass, squeezing lightly as he pressed his lips against Adam's ear, "Now, Addy Now," He whispered, wanting Adam inside of him.
Adam lifted himself up, locking his arms and staring down at Brad's face, "God, you're so beautiful," He whispered truthfully. Brad was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. Always had been.
Brad reached a hand up and traced a finger around Adam's lips, "Now, Adam," He moaned.
Adam reached over and picked the condom and the lube from the nightstand. He then reached between them and as he locked eyes with Brad. Once the condom was in place, he lubed himself in preparation.
Brad stared up at him, waiting and ready to be entered. He gripped onto Adam's shoulders and arched his back, almost unable to wait any longer, "Adam."
Adam sat up on his knees and held Brad's leg open with his hand. He looked at Brad, sought reassurance and found it, and then looked back down, eyeing Brad's tight, puckered hole. His cock throbbed in his hand. Finally, he positioned the head of his cock at Brad’s hole and slipped the head in, nearly screaming in pleasure as Brad's muscles tightened around him.
"Fuck!"Adam exclaimed as he tried to enter, "You're as tight as you were the very first time!"
"Oh, Fuck," Brad swore through clenched teeth. He arched his back violently and gripped onto the sheets beside him.
Adam was already too far gone. He pulled the head of his cock out, relieving Brad for only a second before pushing back in, head only.
"Fuck. Fuck," Brad swore again, "More. More."
Adam obliged. He slid his cock in as far as it could go and paused, allowing Brad to adjust. After a few seconds, he couldn't wait any longer and pulled all the way out.
Brad only had time to breathe for a split second before Adam slid his cock back in, tapping at his prostate, "Jesus ...," His words were coming out as puffs and he tightened his legs around Adam wanting more and less at the same time.
Adam pulled all the way out and then slid back in, quicker than before but still agonizingly slow. He remembered their first time and the immense pain he knew Brad had been in. He didn't want Brad to feel that pain again but damn, it felt so fucking good. So sweet. He continued that pattern, in deep, out, in deep again and out, hitting Brad's prostate with each inward thrust. Soon, his pattern was quick, both men arching into each thrust and accepting it hungrily.
Brad was thrashing around like a madman, panting incoherently and gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt his explosive orgasm near, "Adam, harder," He commanded, not caring about the sweet pain anymore. He wanted that release. And Adam didn't even have to touch him.
Adam went faster, harder. He screamed out and gripped onto Brad's knees for leverage. His whole body began to tremble as orgasm neared, "Brad, Oh God. Brad. You feel so good, love."
Brad sat up and wrapped his arms around Adam. He buried his face in Adam’s neck, the new position hitting him in a different angle, "Oh, Addy ...," He whispered. Suddenly, he was silent and frozen as his orgasm rolled through his body. He emptied his hot cum between him and Adam, his whole body rippling with delicious pleasure. He fell back against the mattress just as Adam's fingers dug into him. He opened his eyes and watched as Adam hit his orgasm and emptied inside of him. It was singularly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Adam felt himself being pulled down and he rested halfway on Brad. He closed his eyes and listened to Brad's racing heartbeat beneath his ear. It was moments before he would even speak.
Brad didn't let him. Instead, the young boy bent down and kissed Adam, soft and slow. His hands once again found their way to Adam's velvety back and he soothed the older man as they kissed. Once again, they needed no words.
It was late evening when Brad woke up. There were no lights on, and for a moment he didn't know where he was. When he remembered he immediately panicked, wondering where Adam had gone. But he was there, lying beside Brad, head propped up on one arm, just looking at Brad.
"What are you doing?" Brad asked sleepily.
"Just watching you sleep," Adam answered, "I had forgotten how gorgeous you are when you sleep."
“I’m so happy," Brad told him, "Adam, I'm so sorry...for everything."
"Me too," Adam interrupted, "So now let’s just put it behind us, like it never happened."
"Just one more thing," Brad persisted, "I want you to know, I will never ever do that to you again. I mean cheating, leaving, everything! Never again, Addy! You're stuck with me from now on."
"You don't know how stuck," Adam laughed, "When I woke up our bellies were stuck together big time by all that glue you put between us."
Saying that, they laughed, hugged and kissed.
Brad swallowed, "Do you ...still care about him?" he asked, afraid of the answer.
Adam looked at him and shook his head, "Who, Drake? No. I mean…Sure, I still have some feelings for him, but that’s only because we’ve just broken up. It will go away eventually. Plus, Drake and I…he was a part of such an important period of my life. When Idol happened, I was experiencing things that I have always dreamed about experiencing with you….and you weren’t there. Drake was. So…for that, he will always have a part in my heart, Brad. Drake's my best friend …."
"I thought I was your best friend,-" Brad asked without realizing the evident pain in his voice or even that he said it.
Adam looked at him, silent for a while before speaking, "No, Brad. You're more than that. You're… God…You're everything," He reached a hand and cupped Brad's cheek which Brad grabbed onto and leaned into gratefully. Adam kissed Brad's pouty lips softly.
Brad moaned and opened his mouth for entrance as he pulled Adam closer. He gripped onto Adam's forearms before sliding down and cupping Adam's butt. Adam meant everything to him too.
Adam woke up about ten the next morning. Brad was gone, but someone had opened the shades to let the light stream in, had turned on a small radio softly, and something was smelling good.
He crawled out of bed, put some clothes on and walked to the kitchen.
"Smells good."
Brad smiled and leaned back into Adam's arms, his back pressed against Adam's stomach, a position he had always loved, "So do you, gorgeous," He said, inhaling Adam's scent that surrounded him.
Adam smiled, not justifying that comment with one of his own. He just decided to relish whatever compliments Brad decided to give him, "Whatcha making?"
Brad flipped the food over, one hand wrapped around Adam's which were locked against his stomach and the other working with the spatula, "My famous hamburgers."
"Mm. I remember them. Sounds good," Adam stated, nuzzling Brad's hair and kissing his neck.
Brad moaned and nearly dropped his spatula when he felt Adam's tongue darting against his neck. "Adam...” he mumbled as he felt Adam's hands move lower.
"Hmm?" Adam asked, his mouth sucking on Brad's neck and his hands working on Brad's zipper and jeans buttons.
Brad did drop the spatula but really didn't care. His eyes fluttered shut when Adam's hand slid into his jeans and gripped his cock, "God…." He huffed, squirming his backside against Adam's middle. He decided to help Adam out and he quickly removed his own shirt, tossing it to the side.
Adam smiled and continued stroking Brad. Just as he was about to go further, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
Brad froze and immediately stepped forward and away from Adam. Zipping up his pants and grabbing the spatula, he went back to making the food.
Adam sighed, his eyes watching Brad. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the cell phone, not believing he forgot to put it on ‘vibrate’, "Hello?"
Brad stared down at the food halfheartedly as he listened to Adam's side of the conversation. Adam had his cell phone, something he had insisted that neither of them were to bring because of interruptions. His heart sank, realizing he had been the only one hanging to his end of the deal. It could only mean one thing. Adam did not trust him, at least not completely. He couldn't help but to wonder who Adam was talking to.
"What do you want? What? I'm kind of busy right now. No, I’m not home. Look, I have to go. I'll talk to you when I get back. Okay? Bye," Adam hung up the phone and lifted his eyes, "Brad."
Brad turned around, his face flat, "What?"
Adam lifted up the phone and sighed, "I'm sorry. About this."
Brad shrugged, pretending it didn't matter. He turned around and continued with his food.
Adam sighed and walked up behind him. Gripping Brad's shoulder, he turned Brad to face him. He searched Brad's eyes, “I know I shouldn't have brought my phone. But, I don't know why I did. I'm sorry."
Brad cast his eyes downward, suddenly not that angry anymore. He looked back up and locked eyes with Adam and smiled, "It's okay. I guess it was smart for emergencies and stuff."
Adam bent down and kissed Brad's throat. Brad closed his eyes and tilted his head back, giving Adam better access, "Who was on the phone?"
Adam froze, not expecting that question. He slowly moved away from Brad and looked the young boy in the eyes. After a pause and a clearing of his throat, he answered, "Drake."
Brad's heart sank. He didn't know what to do. Drake wanted to talk to Adam. That could only mean one thing. He wanted to get back with Adam. He was hit with sudden fear as a million thoughts hit him at once.
Would Adam go back to Drake? Would Adam reject him for Drake? He wouldn't, would he? He wouldn't go back to Drake after all that had happened between them the previous day, would he? He wasn't likely to, was he? But then, Adam had come back to him, hadn’t he? Besides, what chance did he stand against that smart, cute boy? Oh God, what was he going to do? Adam was going to leave him to go back to Drake, no matter how much Brad loved him.
"Oh", Brad finally said, avoiding Adam's eyes.
"He just wanted to talk."
"I bet."
Adam watched as Brad walked away from him and went to the fridge, "Bradley?"
"What?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Brad said, grabbing something from the fridge.
"Something's wrong. I know you. I know you way too well. I know when something's wrong."
"Look! Nothing is wrong, okay?" Brad shot back, turning his eyes to Adam, "Just drop it."
Adam looked at Brad before leaving the kitchen.
Brad sighed and watched after him, suddenly feeling bad.
Brad found Adam in the spacious living room, watching the shopping channel on the big screen television. He stood behind the couch and stared at the TV screen for a minute, "Anything good up for sale?"
"Nope," Adam stated simply.
Brad sighed and moved to the front of the couch. Slowly, he straddled Adam's lap, breaking his view of the television. He hooked a finger under Adam's chin and forced him to look up, "Hey," he said softly, tracing Adam's bottom lip with his thumb, "I'm sorry I snapped at you."
Adam didn't say anything but stared up into Brad's eyes.
"Maybe ... Maybe I'm just kind of jealous. Of Drake, and what you guys had. But, I mean, I have no reason to be jealous, do I?"
Adam smiled softly, wrapping his arms around Brad's waist and pulling him further up on his lap, "No, you don’t."
Brad smiled back and bent down and captured Adam's bottom lip into his mouth. He moaned around the sweet skin and cupped his hands delicately around Adam's face, holding him in place.
Adam groaned and sunk further into the couch and allowed Brad to have his way with him. He moaned and quickened the kiss, "Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?"
Brad pulled back. He reached over and found Adam's hand, entwining his fingers with his own. He smiled softly, suddenly feeling okay again, "I was just thinking."
"About what?" Adam asked, nuzzling his nose in the crevice of Brad's chest and then kissing the spot there.
Brad moaned and watched with hooded eyes as Adam turned them over and pushed Brad down on the couch as he began to go lower, dragging his tongue along his stomach, "I was-I was thinking about…Um, about,-"
"I hope it wasn't about someone else, Brad. You know what a jealous bitch I can become," Adam engulfed Brad's head in his mouth and gently sucked on it.
"No," Brad whispered, "I could never think of anyone else when I'm with you."
“What is that supposed to mean?”
"I just meant that…that I'm not like that. I wouldn't think of someone else while I'm with you," Brad lied, knowing what he said had meant so much more than that.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Okay."
Brad looked at Adam, his heart sinking. Unable to take the silence, he wrapped a hand behind Adam's head and pulled the confused-looking man to him. He kissed him, slowly at first, taking bottom lip into his mouth and making love to it before going deeper, his tongue desperately battling Adam's.
Adam moaned and moved, positioning Brad on the bottom and him on top. He continued the passionate kiss for a while longer before breaking away for air. He continued his earlier descent, making sure to lap at Brad's nipples before going further. He engulfed Brad's cock in his mouth and began sucking, slowly and evenly.
Brad closed his eyes and arched his back, his hands in Adam's hair and soft moans falling from his lips as Adam's soft tongue and mouth delicately sucked him towards his orgasm. There was nothing rough or hard about it, except the obvious, but it was sweet and passionate.
Adam continued his slow, sweet torture as he ran his hands up to Brad's chest and then back down again, repeating the motion constantly. He didn't want to rush this; wanted to take his time until Brad spurted down his throat; wanted to savor every moan, touch and arch from the man beneath him because he knew that soon, this would all be over.
Brad moaned when he felt Adam's tongue swirl around his head before taking his cock deeply inside his mouth. He knew he wouldn't be able to take it much longer. He let himself go with a shudder and a silent moan and whimpered as Adam continued to suck him softly, even as his orgasm subsided.
Adam finally sat up and immediately snaked over to Brad. Wrapping himself around Brad he locked his arms as he kissed his forehead, cheeks, nose, chin and then finally, his lips.
Brad pulled Adam on top of him, one arm wrapped around the younger man's back and the other hand clasped on the back of his head. He kissed Adam deeply, never wanting that moment to end.
Chapter Five
Author:
something_rare Beta:
bigj52, who has always been a great support and friend. Thank you, Judy, for your tirelessness in reviewing, your pep talks and everything else. You rock!Graphics:
something_rare Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Brad/Adam
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Word Count: ~ 7000
Disclaimer: This story is a written for entertainment only. It is a work of fiction and I make no claims of ownership on any of the involved entities. All real people are converted into fictional characters for this story, and nothing is either implied or assumed about their lives, thoughts, or actions.
Summary: After five years Brad still has feelings for Adam.
Brad woke to the sound of rain battering against the window. Overnight the weather had taken a turn for the worse, and it sounded like it was blowing up a gale outside. He didn't care though. How could he, when he was holding Adam in his arms? He felt Adam shift in his embrace, and let out a contented sigh. Brad unconsciously tightened his hold on Adam, as a sudden fear took over. What if Adam woke up and regretted everything that had happened between them the night before? What if he shouted at him for taking advantage of him when he was confused? What if....
He looked down and was met by the most beautiful pair of shining blue eyes he had ever seen. Adam blinked some of the sleep from his eyes so that he could focus on the face staring down at him. Suddenly Adam smiled, a small, contented smile, which was interrupted by a massive yawn. Brad let out the breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding, and cracked a smile himself. At least he knew that Adam did not hate him. His smile widened as he watched Adam rub the sleep out of his eyes. He looked so cute when he did that, and Brad was forced to bite his lip. He wanted to kiss him, badly, but he didn't want to risk it.
Adam sighed again and stretched. 'God, life is good,' He thought. He had woken up feeling refreshed and rested; ready to face the world again, and it was all thanks to the warm body that was holding him. At first, in his semi-conscious state, Adam had only been dimly aware of the fact that there was someone in the bed with him, holding him. As he had awoken more, memories had flooded back to him from the night before. His nightmare, waking up in Brad's arms, their talk, him asking Brad to stay, their long talk, and finally falling asleep in Brad’s arms. The memory of the night before was what caused the contented smile that Brad had seen. As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he thought about Brad and how much he wanted to feel his lips on his again. Then, when he opened his eyes and came face to face with Brad biting his lip he knew what he had to do.
Adam moved slowly, watching Brad's face as he moved closer to his goal. Their lips met gently. The kiss was innocent, but it felt like they were both sure that they wanted it, and it was more like a promise of things to come. After a few moments, they pulled away, and Adam unconsciously licked his lips. Brad saw that, and had to stop himself from pulling him back down and kissing the hell out of him. He was just so damn irresistible when he did that.
"Adam?" Brad asked softly.
"Yeah."
"I did a lot of thinking last night," Brad said and then paused. Adam saw the uncertainty flicker in Brad’s eyes and he pulled away, suddenly feeling uncertain, insecure, and vulnerable.
“What's going on, Brad?"
"I'm tryin' to tell you. But it’s not easy, Adam. What I'm trying to tell you is that I want us to stay friends. In spite of everything that happened last night, I still want to be your friend, hang out with you, go places together...."
"And?" Adam said expectantly.
"And let’s not be awkward around each other, OK? We had something so special, but I can't ask you to try that again. You were so hurt last night. I know you weren’t thinking clearly when you suggested for us to get back together, but just being close to you, like last night sleeping in the same bed with you, it has.... Adam for the first time in a really long time, I slept peacefully last night. It was so calming, so peaceful. You're a really special guy, Adam, and I don’t want to lose your friendship….at all."
There was a long pause. Brad was thinking how he had been too melodramatic, but it was really how he had felt, and he hoped Adam knew that.
"I'm afraid that's not going to work," Adam said finally. Brad was shattered, and more than a little surprised. He had thought that's what Adam wanted.
"Why not?" Brad asked, "It's not like I’m asking you to make love to me or anything, I just…I still want to be part of your life."
"But Brad," Adam said as he reached over and touched the lock pendant on Brad’s necklace, "I want you to love me! I want to make love to you! I don't want you to be a part of my life; I want you to be my life!"
"I can't, Addy, can't you understand that?"
"No, I can't. Why are you doing this, Brad? I thought this was what you wanted too.”
“Adam, I want to be back with you again, I want to love you, I want to be with you. Don’t think for a second that I don’t, but don’t you see? What we had then, as pure and innocent and wild as it was, I don’t think it was love.”
“It wasn’t? Why? Do you know any more about love than you did back then?"
"Love? Shit, Adam, I don't think I know as much as I did five years ago. I don't know anything anymore."
"Exactly! That's my point! You're confused, I'm confused... we don't know what the future holds, we both know we'd be far better off finding some nice guy to love, to share our lives with... but that's not me, Brad! And I don't think it's you either. I think we belong together, man! And just so you know, I've never felt any other way since that first night we met at Danielle’s house."
Danielle's house! That was a piece of ancient history to Brad. The last time he had been there was less than a year ago. It seemed like a millennium ago but the mention of it did the trick. Brad remembered their happier, more carefree times together, when it seemed like he and Adam were the center of the whole world, and everyone and everything else was just there, revolving around the gravity of their love.
"Are you seriously saying that you want me back? I mean, completely?"
"Well, Sherlock," Adam said as a grin spread across his face, "You finally got it! So what's it gonna be? Do I get another kiss or not?"
Adam got his kiss, and then another, and another. They just lay in that bed, totally lost to the world as their lips spoke volumes and their tongues danced around each other. Brad’s arms were around Adam’s hard, broad shoulders and Brad’s mind was somewhere in Nirvana. Tears were streaming from their eyes and they were completely lost in time. There was no telling how long they stayed like that, but when they finally separated it was as if they had never been apart. They looked at each other and started laughing; then crying; then laughing and crying at the same time.
"I got an idea," Adam said suddenly, “Let’s go away for the weekend. Let’s lock ourselves away from everyone and everything. You know…like a secret getaway. This is our chance to be with each other again, Bradley, hmm? What do you say?”
“Adam, I have to,-”
“It’s the weekend, Brad. So, I know you don’t have any obligations you can’t postpone. Just one weekend Brad, think about it.”
“Where to?”
“It’s a secret!”
A lazy smile decorated Brad’s face and Adam saw the glow he once had been so familiar with back on his lover’s face.
“Let’s do it.”
Brad couldn't believe exactly how far Adam had gone. He had been surprised when Adam mentioned the place he had rented was a beautiful, country-style cabin with a private beach. What he found in said cabin was enough to make him breathless.
He stood in the middle of the cabin and looked around. Adam did everything to the extreme and this was no different. He couldn't help but wonder how Adam had arranged everything so perfectly in such short time. Well, Adam was a superstar now, wasn’t he? This whole arrangement must have been one of the benefits, right?
Adam carried their bags through the door and kicked it shut with his foot, his eyes focused on Brad's back. He watched him, noting how nervous Brad looked. Had he pushed too soon and too far over the line? They were not doing anything wrong, were they? He was surprised Brad had given in so easily to the idea of a romantic weekend, but it was not something they had not done before, was it? Sure, they had never been able to afford something like this when they were still together five years ago but, they still had had their share of romantic weekends, hadn’t they? It was nothing new. Plus Brad looked happy.
"I got all of the bags." Adam finally said, breaking the silence. He wondered if he had gone overboard with the huge log cabin. What did Brad expect, a shack? "What do you think?"
Brad finally turned around and locked eyes with Adam. It had been the most words they had spoken…well… Adam had spoken, since the plane ride there. What if Adam was already regretting this? Maybe this whole weekend thing was not a very good idea. Brad suddenly wished he could be somewhere else, anywhere but near Adam. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"It's… nice," Brad finally spoke. He shoved his shaky hands into the pockets of his tight pants and turned his gaze to look at the huge, stone fireplace that decorated one wall.
Adam watched Brad, knowing exactly what he was thinking, "Look, B, we don't have to do anything if you’re not ready yet. This is all up to you. We can just sit around and eat and talk all weekend if that's what you want."
Brad looked at Adam and spoke only after a good few seconds passed, "What do you want?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Adam looked at him, his blue eyes wide with emotion, "You know what I want,” he said softly, “No one knows we're here. It's just you and me. No one ever has to know what goes on here in the next three days," He watched as Brad looked down, "This won't ruin anything, Brad, I promise you. No matter what happens between us in the next three days, you will always have my friendship…and gratitude…and loyalty…and love," He stated, though secretly hoping that by the day they were leaving the cabin, they would leave as a couple.
This was it. It was now or never for Brad. Slowly he looked up and locked eyes with Adam's. "I want to," He finally answered. It took him a minute to realize that he had actually said it. "Let’s unpack first."
Adam nodded, "Alright, you're in control."
Finally, when Brad realized he had nothing left to unpack and nothing else to do, he made his way through the split-level cabin and into the living room, marveling at its massive, rustic beauty. He stopped and watched as Adam stood in front of a huge picture window, gazing at the snow as it fell heavily to the ground. His eyes traced over the contours of Adam’s bare back, remembering how soft his skin used to feel under his touch.
Adam turned around and locked eyes with Brad, something flashing through his eyes. After a pause, he spoke, "Have everything unpacked?"
"Yeah," Brad asked, “This place is perfect! How did you manage to find it on such short notice?”
Adam froze in his place in front of the window, "What?"
“How did you find this place?”
“I…,” Adam whispered suddenly very nervous, “Well… I had plans to come here for the weekend anyway…before…hmm…,”
"Before you asked me? You had plans to have a little getaway…with Drake, right?"
Adam was too shocked to answer that.
"And when things got ugly between you two, you decided to invite me instead, right?”
“Listen Brad, I…yeah, that’s how it happened. But I didn’t bring you here just to replace him, OK? I wouldn’t do that to you. Drake and I are through…for good.”
“Is that so? Then what did you bring me here for anyway? For just for a quick fuck? Someone to take care of your needs when things between you and Drake got a little rocky? Am I here for you to use for a weekend?"
"You know what, fuck you, Brad. Fucking Alisan would have been better than coming here. At least she doesn't ask fucking retarded questions."
Brad just looked at him, secretly hurt by his comment.
Adam turned back toward the window and resumed watching the snow, "If that’s how you think after everything that’s happened between us since yesterday, you can leave, you know. No one's keeping you here. I didn't tell you about it because I was scared," He mumbled, “I was scared this would happen, that you would assume I was trying to replace him with you, so I kept my mouth shut because I wanted this to be perfect for us,” He turned around in shock when he felt Brad behind him. He locked eyes with Brad and swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
Brad just stared back, already making yet another decision. He reached up, almost reluctantly, and cupped a hand around Adam's cheek. Without a word he pulled Adam's face towards his and locked lips with his best friend.
Adam wrapped his arms around Brad's neck. He opened his mouth, anxious for more of a response.
Brad moaned as he slid his tongue through Adam's lips, which Adam greedily accepted. He slid between his legs, deepening the kiss.
Adam held Brad against him and kissed him with everything in him, as if this was his last kiss on earth and he had to give it everything he had. Five years of being apart, months of pent-up passion flowed through the kiss and finally, Brad was exactly where had dreamed about for months, and this time, it wasn't a dream.
Brad finally pulled away from the kiss and leant his forehead against Adam's chest. He couldn't tell which was faster; the beating of his heart or his mind trying to catch up with everything that was happening so quickly.
"Wow." Adam breathed, his fingers massaging Brad's, "Have I told you lately what an excellent kisser you are?"
Brad pulled back slightly and looked up, catching the emotion in Adam's eyes. An emotion he was pretty sure was in his own at that moment. He smiled softly and nodded, "Yes. I can say the same about you," he whispered. And it was. Of all the boys he had ever been with after Adam, none of them held a candle to Adam when it came to kissing…or anything else, for the matter. He could sense the sincerity in Adam’s every move. He could feel the genuineness of Adam’s feelings. Adam could not fake those emotions, could he? No matter how good an actor he was, he could never fake the genuine look in his eyes. No, Adam was completely sincere. Adam wanted him back. Adam wanted to be with him. He was just letting his insecurities get the best of him.
Brad unlocked his eyes from Adam's and looked down. He swallowed the lump in his throat when he saw the effect the kiss had had on Adam; an effect that both surprised and shocked him. God, how he wanted to feel Adam’s touch. He averted his eyes back to Adam's.
Adam brushed past Brad before turning around and pressing into his back, "You know…" He whispered against Brad's ear, "This weekend is about us, you and me. If you want something, just ask," Slowly, he snuck an arm around Brad's waist and gently cupped the younger man through his pants, "Whatever you want."
Brad closed his eyes and moaned as Adam's hand tortured him. He pressed back against Adam and rested the back of his head on Adam's shoulder, "God... Adam," He choked out. Adam’s slow, steady teasing was driving him mad.
"You always liked me touching you like this," Adam whispered against Brad's ear before snaking a tongue out and licking Brad's earlobe, "Do you still like it? Does it still feel good, baby?" He asked. Brad replied with a whimper.
"Adam," Brad moaned, lifting his arms and wrapping them back and around Adam's neck. "Oh, that feels…," He didn't finish his sentence, letting out an animalistic moan as Adam's hand slipped inside his pants. He bucked his hips forward and rubbed his ass around Adam's hard, covered cock as his own cock grinded against Adam's hand.
Adam formed a steady pace, jerking Brad’s cock as his own grinded against Brad's ass. Everything felt exactly like before, like they had never been apart. He could feel his orgasm nearing and desperately held on, wanting to cum when Brad did. He bit his lower lip and held on for dear life. Brad's ass felt so good against him and he couldn't help but wonder if it would feel as good as he remembered being inside Brad, "Oh, fuck," He moaned against Brad's ear.
Brad continued to grind against Adam's cock and he brought a hand down. Slowly, he snuck his own hand down his pants and placed it on top of Adam's, guiding the older man's hand movements. The feeling of his and Adam's hand nurturing his cock and the sensation of Adam's cock rubbing against him became too much to bear. With one final flick to the head by Adam's thumb, he let everything out with a long moan, falling limp as his hot seed coated his middle.
Adam felt the familiar warm, sticky fluid of Brad's cum on his hand and finally he let go and allowed himself to groan deeply as he came in his own pants with a violent shudder. Before he even had time to regain breathing, Brad turned around and kissed him deeply, his tongue ravishing his mouth hungrily.
Brad wrapped his arms around Adam's neck and pressed against his body. He kissed him with everything in him. He was finally back where he belonged.
Finally, after kissing and holding each other for what seemed like forever, Adam was the first to pull away just as Brad's roaming hands looped under the waistline of his sweat pants. Adam wrapped his arms around him. Brad looked at Adam. He licked his lips, Adam's sweet taste still lingering, and swallowed the lump in his throat which also seemed to carry Adam's taste. "So," had been the only thing that came out of his mouth.
"Are you okay?" Adam asked, somehow feeling the need to ask. He was sure that what they had just done felt right to him. Kissing and holding Brad like that again was like finally coming back to life. He just wanted to be sure that Brad was okay with everything. He didn’t want Brad to still have doubts and questions about his sincerity.
Brad just stared at Adam, noting every movement and word the older man made. He smiled softly and instead of answering, he stepped closer, bridging the distance between them. He silenced Adam by cupping his face and taking that bottom lip into his mouth.
Adam immediately fell limp and moaned as Brad's tongue slowly and teasingly sucked on his lip. He opened his mouth and slipped his own tongue out.
Brad moaned and lightly dropped his hands, his fingers roaming over soft skin, and he wrapped his arms under Adam's and around, pulling him closer. He tilted his head and angled his lips, his tongue exploring every possible contour, sliding against his teeth.
Adam wrapped his arms around Brad's neck and his fingers played lazily in Brad's hair. He nearly yelped when he felt Brad's hand cup him through his jeans. He tried to pull away from the kiss but Brad's hand immediately cupped the back of his head, preventing him to do so. Instead, he groaned through the kiss and brought his own hand down on Brad's, guiding Brad's grip.
Brad turned his head, changing the angle of the kiss as his hand gripped and tugged at Adam through his pants. Slowly he cupped Adam's hard on, loving the feel of it beneath his hand.
"Uhn… Brad," Adam moaned through the kiss, his words disappearing inside Brad's mouth.
Brad pulled away, needing air, but immediately placed his hungry kiss on Adam’s neck, lapping and sucking at the vein there. He was too far gone to stop now. Slowly, as he continued to rub at Adam and kiss his neck, he backed the both of them against the wall, trapping Adam. He attacked the older man's mouth again as his hands gripped the rim of his pants. In one, quick motion, both pants and boxers were on the floor.
Adam moaned through the kiss as his cock sprang out of his pants and rubbed against Brad's thigh. He felt as if he were going to explode if Brad didn't do anything soon, "Brad...," He cried out when Brad pulled away and looked at him.
'God, I had forgotten how beautiful he is', Brad thought as he reached a hand up and cupped it around Adam's cheek, his thumb darting out and across that bottom lip. He bent forward and kissed it softly. Adam opened his mouth, wanting another kiss, but Brad pulled away. He had other things in mind.
Adam watched as Brad began his descent and he couldn't help but moan. Brad tugged at one of Adam’s nipples with his teeth while staring up at him with such desire and want in his eyes as he went further, darting his tongue in and out of Adam's bellybutton.
Brad paused and stared at Adam's cock. He swallowed the lump in his throat, Adam's moans and whimpers pounding through his ears. Want.
Want.
Slowly, Brad’s tongue licked the drop of precum that decorated the slit of Adam's cock. Brad moaned and he felt Adam's hands in his hair, urging him to go further but not pushing. He took in more, his tongue, teeth and lips getting reacquainted with the taste and texture of Adam.
"God... Brad…," Adam choked out, his sweaty body squirming against the wall. Brad's mouth felt like heaven on him. He opened his eyes and looked down, the sight of Brad's face, beautiful in its’ concentration, his eyes closed, and the way his head bobbed brought Adam closer to his orgasm. He gripped his hands tighter in Brad's hair as his cock was deep throated. He thrust in and out as Brad's head bobbed up and down and soon they set up a rhythm with each other.
Brad moaned and gripped Adam's ass as the older boy continued thrusting into his mouth. He squeezed Adam's ass. He knew from experience that Adam was close and he couldn't help but smile in the back of his mind at the fact that Adam was near tears and almost purring like a kitten. Adam had always been so sensitive during sex.
Finally, without warning, Adam's hot liquid shot deep inside Brad's throat. He swallowed every drop of what Adam had to offer him and when Adam began to soften in his mouth, he stood up slowly and faced Adam at eye level, his eyes searching.
After taking a long time to regain control, Adam smiled and lifted a hand up. Slowly, he wiped off the drop of cum that decorated the corner of Brad's lip.
Brad smiled back and leaned in for another kiss. This time, the kiss was slow and sensual and far less breathtaking ... but sweet nonetheless.
No words needed to be said. Each knew what the other was thinking and feeling by just one look in the eyes. They had always been in tune with each other like that.
As soon as they walked into the bedroom, they were once again in each other’s arms. Adam’s hands were all over Brad, regretting that he hadn't had his arms around Brad for so long.
"Adam, take me back, make me yours again," Brad gasped, "Please?"
Adam didn't answer.
Skin felt like velvet as their hands skimmed over each other. Clothes fell to the floor at their feet: mixtures of black, blue and white. In fact, everything seemed to be mixing together in the spacious bedroom. The only thing that was clear to both of them was the other man standing in front of him, their eyes filled with desire, their breathing haggard and their bodies quivering with want. In a very short time they were standing facing each other, naked.
"Wow!" Brad exclaimed, "I had forgotten how gorgeous your body is!"
Adam answered with a smile, "Now do you want me to make love to you, or do you want to stand there and admire me?"
"Both!" Brad said with no hesitation. He allowed his eyes to travel over Adam's body, every muscle, every scar and freckle, every part of him. His eyes settled on Adam's cock and his own cock jumped to complete attention. He licked his bottom lip in concentration, trying to catch up with everything that was happening around him. For months, he had laid in his bedroom, jerking off to an image of Adam. Now, here he was, standing in front of Brad, the man he had wanted back more than anything who appeared to want him back as well.
Adam closed his eyes, noticing the reluctance in Brad's eyes. He breathed evenly, trying not to get too worked up. He nearly sighed in relief when he felt the bed jerk under Brad’s weight. He felt Brad move over him and he accepted his kiss hungrily. He wrapped his arms around Brad and pulled the man down, squashing their bodies together. He ran the tips of his fingers over Brad's bare back, almost feeling the skin there tingle.
Brad moaned through the kiss and moved to bury his face in Adam’s neck, "Addy," Brad moaned again, "I want you so much," He lapped and sucked at Adam's neck as Adam's fingers continued to dance down his lower back. He groaned when Brad wrapped his legs around him and dug the heels of his feet into his back, pulling him even closer.
Brad moaned and arched up, feeling Adam's cock rubbing against his. He dropped his hands lower and rounded them over Adam's ass, squeezing lightly as he pressed his lips against Adam's ear, "Now, Addy Now," He whispered, wanting Adam inside of him.
Adam lifted himself up, locking his arms and staring down at Brad's face, "God, you're so beautiful," He whispered truthfully. Brad was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. Always had been.
Brad reached a hand up and traced a finger around Adam's lips, "Now, Adam," He moaned.
Adam reached over and picked the condom and the lube from the nightstand. He then reached between them and as he locked eyes with Brad. Once the condom was in place, he lubed himself in preparation.
Brad stared up at him, waiting and ready to be entered. He gripped onto Adam's shoulders and arched his back, almost unable to wait any longer, "Adam."
Adam sat up on his knees and held Brad's leg open with his hand. He looked at Brad, sought reassurance and found it, and then looked back down, eyeing Brad's tight, puckered hole. His cock throbbed in his hand. Finally, he positioned the head of his cock at Brad’s hole and slipped the head in, nearly screaming in pleasure as Brad's muscles tightened around him.
"Fuck!"Adam exclaimed as he tried to enter, "You're as tight as you were the very first time!"
"Oh, Fuck," Brad swore through clenched teeth. He arched his back violently and gripped onto the sheets beside him.
Adam was already too far gone. He pulled the head of his cock out, relieving Brad for only a second before pushing back in, head only.
"Fuck. Fuck," Brad swore again, "More. More."
Adam obliged. He slid his cock in as far as it could go and paused, allowing Brad to adjust. After a few seconds, he couldn't wait any longer and pulled all the way out.
Brad only had time to breathe for a split second before Adam slid his cock back in, tapping at his prostate, "Jesus ...," His words were coming out as puffs and he tightened his legs around Adam wanting more and less at the same time.
Adam pulled all the way out and then slid back in, quicker than before but still agonizingly slow. He remembered their first time and the immense pain he knew Brad had been in. He didn't want Brad to feel that pain again but damn, it felt so fucking good. So sweet. He continued that pattern, in deep, out, in deep again and out, hitting Brad's prostate with each inward thrust. Soon, his pattern was quick, both men arching into each thrust and accepting it hungrily.
Brad was thrashing around like a madman, panting incoherently and gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt his explosive orgasm near, "Adam, harder," He commanded, not caring about the sweet pain anymore. He wanted that release. And Adam didn't even have to touch him.
Adam went faster, harder. He screamed out and gripped onto Brad's knees for leverage. His whole body began to tremble as orgasm neared, "Brad, Oh God. Brad. You feel so good, love."
Brad sat up and wrapped his arms around Adam. He buried his face in Adam’s neck, the new position hitting him in a different angle, "Oh, Addy ...," He whispered. Suddenly, he was silent and frozen as his orgasm rolled through his body. He emptied his hot cum between him and Adam, his whole body rippling with delicious pleasure. He fell back against the mattress just as Adam's fingers dug into him. He opened his eyes and watched as Adam hit his orgasm and emptied inside of him. It was singularly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Adam felt himself being pulled down and he rested halfway on Brad. He closed his eyes and listened to Brad's racing heartbeat beneath his ear. It was moments before he would even speak.
Brad didn't let him. Instead, the young boy bent down and kissed Adam, soft and slow. His hands once again found their way to Adam's velvety back and he soothed the older man as they kissed. Once again, they needed no words.
It was late evening when Brad woke up. There were no lights on, and for a moment he didn't know where he was. When he remembered he immediately panicked, wondering where Adam had gone. But he was there, lying beside Brad, head propped up on one arm, just looking at Brad.
"What are you doing?" Brad asked sleepily.
"Just watching you sleep," Adam answered, "I had forgotten how gorgeous you are when you sleep."
“I’m so happy," Brad told him, "Adam, I'm so sorry...for everything."
"Me too," Adam interrupted, "So now let’s just put it behind us, like it never happened."
"Just one more thing," Brad persisted, "I want you to know, I will never ever do that to you again. I mean cheating, leaving, everything! Never again, Addy! You're stuck with me from now on."
"You don't know how stuck," Adam laughed, "When I woke up our bellies were stuck together big time by all that glue you put between us."
Saying that, they laughed, hugged and kissed.
Brad swallowed, "Do you ...still care about him?" he asked, afraid of the answer.
Adam looked at him and shook his head, "Who, Drake? No. I mean…Sure, I still have some feelings for him, but that’s only because we’ve just broken up. It will go away eventually. Plus, Drake and I…he was a part of such an important period of my life. When Idol happened, I was experiencing things that I have always dreamed about experiencing with you….and you weren’t there. Drake was. So…for that, he will always have a part in my heart, Brad. Drake's my best friend …."
"I thought I was your best friend,-" Brad asked without realizing the evident pain in his voice or even that he said it.
Adam looked at him, silent for a while before speaking, "No, Brad. You're more than that. You're… God…You're everything," He reached a hand and cupped Brad's cheek which Brad grabbed onto and leaned into gratefully. Adam kissed Brad's pouty lips softly.
Brad moaned and opened his mouth for entrance as he pulled Adam closer. He gripped onto Adam's forearms before sliding down and cupping Adam's butt. Adam meant everything to him too.
Adam woke up about ten the next morning. Brad was gone, but someone had opened the shades to let the light stream in, had turned on a small radio softly, and something was smelling good.
He crawled out of bed, put some clothes on and walked to the kitchen.
"Smells good."
Brad smiled and leaned back into Adam's arms, his back pressed against Adam's stomach, a position he had always loved, "So do you, gorgeous," He said, inhaling Adam's scent that surrounded him.
Adam smiled, not justifying that comment with one of his own. He just decided to relish whatever compliments Brad decided to give him, "Whatcha making?"
Brad flipped the food over, one hand wrapped around Adam's which were locked against his stomach and the other working with the spatula, "My famous hamburgers."
"Mm. I remember them. Sounds good," Adam stated, nuzzling Brad's hair and kissing his neck.
Brad moaned and nearly dropped his spatula when he felt Adam's tongue darting against his neck. "Adam...” he mumbled as he felt Adam's hands move lower.
"Hmm?" Adam asked, his mouth sucking on Brad's neck and his hands working on Brad's zipper and jeans buttons.
Brad did drop the spatula but really didn't care. His eyes fluttered shut when Adam's hand slid into his jeans and gripped his cock, "God…." He huffed, squirming his backside against Adam's middle. He decided to help Adam out and he quickly removed his own shirt, tossing it to the side.
Adam smiled and continued stroking Brad. Just as he was about to go further, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
Brad froze and immediately stepped forward and away from Adam. Zipping up his pants and grabbing the spatula, he went back to making the food.
Adam sighed, his eyes watching Brad. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the cell phone, not believing he forgot to put it on ‘vibrate’, "Hello?"
Brad stared down at the food halfheartedly as he listened to Adam's side of the conversation. Adam had his cell phone, something he had insisted that neither of them were to bring because of interruptions. His heart sank, realizing he had been the only one hanging to his end of the deal. It could only mean one thing. Adam did not trust him, at least not completely. He couldn't help but to wonder who Adam was talking to.
"What do you want? What? I'm kind of busy right now. No, I’m not home. Look, I have to go. I'll talk to you when I get back. Okay? Bye," Adam hung up the phone and lifted his eyes, "Brad."
Brad turned around, his face flat, "What?"
Adam lifted up the phone and sighed, "I'm sorry. About this."
Brad shrugged, pretending it didn't matter. He turned around and continued with his food.
Adam sighed and walked up behind him. Gripping Brad's shoulder, he turned Brad to face him. He searched Brad's eyes, “I know I shouldn't have brought my phone. But, I don't know why I did. I'm sorry."
Brad cast his eyes downward, suddenly not that angry anymore. He looked back up and locked eyes with Adam and smiled, "It's okay. I guess it was smart for emergencies and stuff."
Adam bent down and kissed Brad's throat. Brad closed his eyes and tilted his head back, giving Adam better access, "Who was on the phone?"
Adam froze, not expecting that question. He slowly moved away from Brad and looked the young boy in the eyes. After a pause and a clearing of his throat, he answered, "Drake."
Brad's heart sank. He didn't know what to do. Drake wanted to talk to Adam. That could only mean one thing. He wanted to get back with Adam. He was hit with sudden fear as a million thoughts hit him at once.
Would Adam go back to Drake? Would Adam reject him for Drake? He wouldn't, would he? He wouldn't go back to Drake after all that had happened between them the previous day, would he? He wasn't likely to, was he? But then, Adam had come back to him, hadn’t he? Besides, what chance did he stand against that smart, cute boy? Oh God, what was he going to do? Adam was going to leave him to go back to Drake, no matter how much Brad loved him.
"Oh", Brad finally said, avoiding Adam's eyes.
"He just wanted to talk."
"I bet."
Adam watched as Brad walked away from him and went to the fridge, "Bradley?"
"What?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Brad said, grabbing something from the fridge.
"Something's wrong. I know you. I know you way too well. I know when something's wrong."
"Look! Nothing is wrong, okay?" Brad shot back, turning his eyes to Adam, "Just drop it."
Adam looked at Brad before leaving the kitchen.
Brad sighed and watched after him, suddenly feeling bad.
Brad found Adam in the spacious living room, watching the shopping channel on the big screen television. He stood behind the couch and stared at the TV screen for a minute, "Anything good up for sale?"
"Nope," Adam stated simply.
Brad sighed and moved to the front of the couch. Slowly, he straddled Adam's lap, breaking his view of the television. He hooked a finger under Adam's chin and forced him to look up, "Hey," he said softly, tracing Adam's bottom lip with his thumb, "I'm sorry I snapped at you."
Adam didn't say anything but stared up into Brad's eyes.
"Maybe ... Maybe I'm just kind of jealous. Of Drake, and what you guys had. But, I mean, I have no reason to be jealous, do I?"
Adam smiled softly, wrapping his arms around Brad's waist and pulling him further up on his lap, "No, you don’t."
Brad smiled back and bent down and captured Adam's bottom lip into his mouth. He moaned around the sweet skin and cupped his hands delicately around Adam's face, holding him in place.
Adam groaned and sunk further into the couch and allowed Brad to have his way with him. He moaned and quickened the kiss, "Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?"
Brad pulled back. He reached over and found Adam's hand, entwining his fingers with his own. He smiled softly, suddenly feeling okay again, "I was just thinking."
"About what?" Adam asked, nuzzling his nose in the crevice of Brad's chest and then kissing the spot there.
Brad moaned and watched with hooded eyes as Adam turned them over and pushed Brad down on the couch as he began to go lower, dragging his tongue along his stomach, "I was-I was thinking about…Um, about,-"
"I hope it wasn't about someone else, Brad. You know what a jealous bitch I can become," Adam engulfed Brad's head in his mouth and gently sucked on it.
"No," Brad whispered, "I could never think of anyone else when I'm with you."
“What is that supposed to mean?”
"I just meant that…that I'm not like that. I wouldn't think of someone else while I'm with you," Brad lied, knowing what he said had meant so much more than that.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Okay."
Brad looked at Adam, his heart sinking. Unable to take the silence, he wrapped a hand behind Adam's head and pulled the confused-looking man to him. He kissed him, slowly at first, taking bottom lip into his mouth and making love to it before going deeper, his tongue desperately battling Adam's.
Adam moaned and moved, positioning Brad on the bottom and him on top. He continued the passionate kiss for a while longer before breaking away for air. He continued his earlier descent, making sure to lap at Brad's nipples before going further. He engulfed Brad's cock in his mouth and began sucking, slowly and evenly.
Brad closed his eyes and arched his back, his hands in Adam's hair and soft moans falling from his lips as Adam's soft tongue and mouth delicately sucked him towards his orgasm. There was nothing rough or hard about it, except the obvious, but it was sweet and passionate.
Adam continued his slow, sweet torture as he ran his hands up to Brad's chest and then back down again, repeating the motion constantly. He didn't want to rush this; wanted to take his time until Brad spurted down his throat; wanted to savor every moan, touch and arch from the man beneath him because he knew that soon, this would all be over.
Brad moaned when he felt Adam's tongue swirl around his head before taking his cock deeply inside his mouth. He knew he wouldn't be able to take it much longer. He let himself go with a shudder and a silent moan and whimpered as Adam continued to suck him softly, even as his orgasm subsided.
Adam finally sat up and immediately snaked over to Brad. Wrapping himself around Brad he locked his arms as he kissed his forehead, cheeks, nose, chin and then finally, his lips.
Brad pulled Adam on top of him, one arm wrapped around the younger man's back and the other hand clasped on the back of his head. He kissed Adam deeply, never wanting that moment to end.
Chapter Five
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Date: 2010-08-31 03:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-31 06:36 pm (UTC)We can fix the Bradam drought though, at least fiction-wise *lol* ;)
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Date: 2010-08-31 12:00 pm (UTC)I agree with moondance...
:)
It's a really good story
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Date: 2010-08-31 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-31 10:54 pm (UTC)I like the more assertive Brad and the reluctant Adam. It's a nice change of pace.
Well done.
xoxo
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Date: 2010-09-01 08:04 am (UTC)Thank you Stella. :*