Equity Part Thirty Eight
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dysonrulesStephen sat on Adam's couch and tried to concentrate on the newspaper, but he found himself setting it aside several times as he listened to the shower running down the hall. Once he got to his feet and took several steps in the direction of the bathroom before stopping himself with a curse. Was he honestly considering joining Adam in the shower? Had he turned into a complete sex maniac?
With determination, he crossed back to the couch and sat down, crossing his legs to confine his erection, which seemed more than amenable to the idea of slipping into the shower with Adam. The mere thought of hot, sudsy water cascading over that perfect body made Stephen groan and half crush the unread newspaper in his hands.
Breakfast, he said to himself a few times. They needed to eat in order to maintain their strength. For later fucking, he admitted. He would take Adam out for a nice, gentlemanly breakfast, they would have a lovely chat, and then Stephen would bring him home, press him up against the wall in the hallway, and peel his clothing off with his teeth.
He started when the shower shut off and slowly relaxed his grip on the mangled newspaper. He could not shake the image of Adam stepping out of the shower, black hair plastered to his head and dripping rivulets that would run down over his chest and abs before sliding into the towel that Adam would hastily wrap around his lean hips...
The door opened and Adam called, "Still here?"
The question penetrated Stephen's lustful haze and he laughed. "Where else would I be?"
"Just paranoid! Don't mind me."
After a short pause, Stephen heard drawers opening and closing. He sighed, happy for the distraction, and then frowned. Had Adam really thought he had left for good? It must have bothered him, if the "paranoid" comment was any indication. The idea made Stephen smile softly. Adam's insecurity was adorable, especially when it contrasted so nicely with his outwardly cocky appearance.
He didn't look quite so cocky when he stood in the living room once more, dragging a comb through his damp hair and grinning at Stephen. He wore loose blue jeans and a green long-sleeved Reebok shirt--a casual enough outfit, and yet he still looked like a damned Abercrombie and Fitch model.
"So, what are you hungry for?" Adam asked casually.
Stephen thought the look in his eyes was answer enough.
With determination, he crossed back to the couch and sat down, crossing his legs to confine his erection, which seemed more than amenable to the idea of slipping into the shower with Adam. The mere thought of hot, sudsy water cascading over that perfect body made Stephen groan and half crush the unread newspaper in his hands.
Breakfast, he said to himself a few times. They needed to eat in order to maintain their strength. For later fucking, he admitted. He would take Adam out for a nice, gentlemanly breakfast, they would have a lovely chat, and then Stephen would bring him home, press him up against the wall in the hallway, and peel his clothing off with his teeth.
He started when the shower shut off and slowly relaxed his grip on the mangled newspaper. He could not shake the image of Adam stepping out of the shower, black hair plastered to his head and dripping rivulets that would run down over his chest and abs before sliding into the towel that Adam would hastily wrap around his lean hips...
The door opened and Adam called, "Still here?"
The question penetrated Stephen's lustful haze and he laughed. "Where else would I be?"
"Just paranoid! Don't mind me."
After a short pause, Stephen heard drawers opening and closing. He sighed, happy for the distraction, and then frowned. Had Adam really thought he had left for good? It must have bothered him, if the "paranoid" comment was any indication. The idea made Stephen smile softly. Adam's insecurity was adorable, especially when it contrasted so nicely with his outwardly cocky appearance.
He didn't look quite so cocky when he stood in the living room once more, dragging a comb through his damp hair and grinning at Stephen. He wore loose blue jeans and a green long-sleeved Reebok shirt--a casual enough outfit, and yet he still looked like a damned Abercrombie and Fitch model.
"So, what are you hungry for?" Adam asked casually.
Stephen thought the look in his eyes was answer enough.
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Date: 2009-11-15 01:11 am (UTC)Oh! Looky! There is one!
*off to read chapter of happiness*