Equity Part Forty One
Dec. 21st, 2009 08:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dysonrulesWhat are the holidays without a little angst, yeah? :D
Adam climbed over Stephen's bare body to reach the bottle of lube--which was looking dangerously empty. If they kept up this pace, one of them would have to go out for more. Well, Stephen would have to go out for more, since he would probably not allow Adam to drive his fancy car. Besides, Adam was nearly spent and would like nothing more than to sleep for several hours.
Stephen's hand cradled his balls, making him groan with renewed desire. Sleep was overrated, he decided. They could rest after one more session. Yes, one more and then they would nap. It was a good thought, but one that Adam had already had a number of times previously, but something about Stephen made it impossible to stop. Once, they had taken a break for lunch and the sight of Stephen's bare ass as he climbed off the bed made Adam tackle him to the floor, groping, kissing, and biting the perfect, pale globes until they forgot about lunch completely.
Adam realized he was still hungry, as well as tired. Their breakfast had been burned away hours ago, the caloric content more than exercised by frenetic, incredible activity.
Stephen squeezed and Adam shut his eyes as he dropped his head to Stephen's salt-flavored neck. The scent and taste were familiar now, well-known and yet just as amazing as the first time he had perceived them. He bit down lightly, feeling the sweat sting his lips, rubbed raw from kissing... and sucking.
Stephen's hand tangled in his hair, not guiding at all as Adam began to move lower, placing a line of kisses over Stephen's sternum before following the near-invisible trail of pale hair on his way to the choice bits. No matter how many times he performed the maneuver, Stephen's response still gratified him. The hand tightened in his hair and Stephen's breath caught. Adam nuzzled the pale curls and rubbed his cheek against Stephen's cock, only half-hard at the moment, but he knew it wouldn't be long before that changed.
He pressed a gentle kiss against the tip and murmured, "Stephen."
"Stephen!" The sound echoed through the house and Adam raised his head in surprise. It had been a woman's voice.
Stephen sat up with a jolt and his eyes flew to the clock. "Fuck!"
Adam moved back and frowned as Stephen fairly leaped off the bed and snatched up his clothing.
"Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit." The sight of the normally calm bank manager struggling to drag on his trousers might have been funny under different circumstances. Instead, Adam felt unwelcome coldness steal over him.
"Stephen, are you decent?" The woman's voice sounded closer--she was obviously walking down the hallway toward the bedroom.
"Fuck. Just, um... stay here, okay?" Stephen said with a frantic hand gesture before he pulled his shirt over his head and hurried to the door.
Adam sighed and ran a hand through his tangled hair. The game was up, then. Stephen's girlfriend--or wife, or whatever--had returned. He should have known it was too good to be true.
Adam climbed over Stephen's bare body to reach the bottle of lube--which was looking dangerously empty. If they kept up this pace, one of them would have to go out for more. Well, Stephen would have to go out for more, since he would probably not allow Adam to drive his fancy car. Besides, Adam was nearly spent and would like nothing more than to sleep for several hours.
Stephen's hand cradled his balls, making him groan with renewed desire. Sleep was overrated, he decided. They could rest after one more session. Yes, one more and then they would nap. It was a good thought, but one that Adam had already had a number of times previously, but something about Stephen made it impossible to stop. Once, they had taken a break for lunch and the sight of Stephen's bare ass as he climbed off the bed made Adam tackle him to the floor, groping, kissing, and biting the perfect, pale globes until they forgot about lunch completely.
Adam realized he was still hungry, as well as tired. Their breakfast had been burned away hours ago, the caloric content more than exercised by frenetic, incredible activity.
Stephen squeezed and Adam shut his eyes as he dropped his head to Stephen's salt-flavored neck. The scent and taste were familiar now, well-known and yet just as amazing as the first time he had perceived them. He bit down lightly, feeling the sweat sting his lips, rubbed raw from kissing... and sucking.
Stephen's hand tangled in his hair, not guiding at all as Adam began to move lower, placing a line of kisses over Stephen's sternum before following the near-invisible trail of pale hair on his way to the choice bits. No matter how many times he performed the maneuver, Stephen's response still gratified him. The hand tightened in his hair and Stephen's breath caught. Adam nuzzled the pale curls and rubbed his cheek against Stephen's cock, only half-hard at the moment, but he knew it wouldn't be long before that changed.
He pressed a gentle kiss against the tip and murmured, "Stephen."
"Stephen!" The sound echoed through the house and Adam raised his head in surprise. It had been a woman's voice.
Stephen sat up with a jolt and his eyes flew to the clock. "Fuck!"
Adam moved back and frowned as Stephen fairly leaped off the bed and snatched up his clothing.
"Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit." The sight of the normally calm bank manager struggling to drag on his trousers might have been funny under different circumstances. Instead, Adam felt unwelcome coldness steal over him.
"Stephen, are you decent?" The woman's voice sounded closer--she was obviously walking down the hallway toward the bedroom.
"Fuck. Just, um... stay here, okay?" Stephen said with a frantic hand gesture before he pulled his shirt over his head and hurried to the door.
Adam sighed and ran a hand through his tangled hair. The game was up, then. Stephen's girlfriend--or wife, or whatever--had returned. He should have known it was too good to be true.