Equity Part Sixty
Apr. 20th, 2011 02:34 pmSorry! Forgot about this one! *fail*
Adam, shifting his hips to get even closer to Stephen, halted his movement with a gasp as the voice of Stephen's aunt cut through the quiet panting of their breaths. His wide eyes met Stephen's in mirrored shock for a moment, and then Stephen's hands continued their previous movement, sliding up Adam's back, beneath his shirt, raising gooseflesh in a delicious fashion.
"We'll be along!" Stephen called.
Adam winced when the garage door slammed shut.
"She hates me," he murmured.
"She doesn't hate you," Stephen replied and pulled him down for a kiss. It helped, even though Adam was still not looking forward to facing the... what had Stephen called her? Termagrant? "Besides, even if she did it would matter, because I like you."
"Well, I suppose your opinion is the one that matters..."
Stephen bit his lower lip and tugged it for a moment with his teeth. "You suppose?"
Adam didn't want to admit that his aunt's negative opinion felt like failure. He already felt not-quite-good-enough for Stephen, and his aunt Jolene's disapproval was a constant reminder that Stephen should be dating Country Club members or corporate vice-presidents.
"Stop that," Stephen said. "I can see what you're thinking and you're wrong. If she can't see all the things in you that I see, then she's the one with the problem."
Adam sighed and fumbled for the door latch as Stephen pressed the button that controlled the seat. The mechanical whir accompanied the sound of the door opening and Adam climbed out awkwardly before he could be trapped between Stephen and the steering wheel. He waited while Stephen gathered his things and then handed him the box containing their dessert.
"Perhaps we should give that to her as a bribe," Stephen suggested, motioning toward the decadent bread pudding contained therein.
"Do you think it would work?" Adam asked brightly, more than willing to trade chocolate for goodwill.
"You're hopeless," Stephen said with a sigh, but his tone was fond. Even so, Adam waited for him to go first into the house. With any luck, his aunt would have departed for her own room, wherever that was.
For once, luck was with him. There was no sight of the woman and Adam did not lurk in the kitchen waiting for her to return. Instead, he hurried to Stephen's room and began to undress.
Stephen joined him and wrapped his arms around Adam's waist before pressing hot kisses into his throat. Despite Adam's need to melt into Stephen's touch, he found it impossible to relax, even when Stephen eased him onto the bed and began to go to work in earnest.
Adam tugged at his hair and Stephen's eyes snared him, holding his gaze as he licked a stripe up Adam's cock. He raised a blond brow in question.
"Should we? Well, your aunt..." Adam wasn't sure how to express his discomfort at the idea of the woman who despised him hearing them having sex. Just the thought of it half-killed his erection.
Stephen sighed and crawled up to sprawl over his chest. "Adam, her room is upstairs. Unless you are exceedingly loud, there is no way she will hear us."
Adam nodded and tried to push away his worry. He didn't want to ruin their special night by refusing to have sex just because of Stephen's annoying aunt.
"In fact," Stephen said, "I can gag you, if you like."
Adam gasped. "What?"
For reply, Stephen left the bed only to snatch up the silk tie he had discarded on the floor. A wicked smile curved his lips as he returned to the bed, dangling the tie from one hand.
Adam's reservations dissipated in a rush of desire. Why did all of Stephen's crazy suggestions have to sound so plausible? And erotic?
"Okay," Adam replied.
Adam, shifting his hips to get even closer to Stephen, halted his movement with a gasp as the voice of Stephen's aunt cut through the quiet panting of their breaths. His wide eyes met Stephen's in mirrored shock for a moment, and then Stephen's hands continued their previous movement, sliding up Adam's back, beneath his shirt, raising gooseflesh in a delicious fashion.
"We'll be along!" Stephen called.
Adam winced when the garage door slammed shut.
"She hates me," he murmured.
"She doesn't hate you," Stephen replied and pulled him down for a kiss. It helped, even though Adam was still not looking forward to facing the... what had Stephen called her? Termagrant? "Besides, even if she did it would matter, because I like you."
"Well, I suppose your opinion is the one that matters..."
Stephen bit his lower lip and tugged it for a moment with his teeth. "You suppose?"
Adam didn't want to admit that his aunt's negative opinion felt like failure. He already felt not-quite-good-enough for Stephen, and his aunt Jolene's disapproval was a constant reminder that Stephen should be dating Country Club members or corporate vice-presidents.
"Stop that," Stephen said. "I can see what you're thinking and you're wrong. If she can't see all the things in you that I see, then she's the one with the problem."
Adam sighed and fumbled for the door latch as Stephen pressed the button that controlled the seat. The mechanical whir accompanied the sound of the door opening and Adam climbed out awkwardly before he could be trapped between Stephen and the steering wheel. He waited while Stephen gathered his things and then handed him the box containing their dessert.
"Perhaps we should give that to her as a bribe," Stephen suggested, motioning toward the decadent bread pudding contained therein.
"Do you think it would work?" Adam asked brightly, more than willing to trade chocolate for goodwill.
"You're hopeless," Stephen said with a sigh, but his tone was fond. Even so, Adam waited for him to go first into the house. With any luck, his aunt would have departed for her own room, wherever that was.
For once, luck was with him. There was no sight of the woman and Adam did not lurk in the kitchen waiting for her to return. Instead, he hurried to Stephen's room and began to undress.
Stephen joined him and wrapped his arms around Adam's waist before pressing hot kisses into his throat. Despite Adam's need to melt into Stephen's touch, he found it impossible to relax, even when Stephen eased him onto the bed and began to go to work in earnest.
Adam tugged at his hair and Stephen's eyes snared him, holding his gaze as he licked a stripe up Adam's cock. He raised a blond brow in question.
"Should we? Well, your aunt..." Adam wasn't sure how to express his discomfort at the idea of the woman who despised him hearing them having sex. Just the thought of it half-killed his erection.
Stephen sighed and crawled up to sprawl over his chest. "Adam, her room is upstairs. Unless you are exceedingly loud, there is no way she will hear us."
Adam nodded and tried to push away his worry. He didn't want to ruin their special night by refusing to have sex just because of Stephen's annoying aunt.
"In fact," Stephen said, "I can gag you, if you like."
Adam gasped. "What?"
For reply, Stephen left the bed only to snatch up the silk tie he had discarded on the floor. A wicked smile curved his lips as he returned to the bed, dangling the tie from one hand.
Adam's reservations dissipated in a rush of desire. Why did all of Stephen's crazy suggestions have to sound so plausible? And erotic?
"Okay," Adam replied.
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Date: 2011-04-21 08:41 pm (UTC)You live to be a tease though don't you >_< Where is the rest? The wait for more porn kills me.
I am holding my breath for the next chapter - thought if it's another two months I might be in a bit of trouble :o
Massive love for the boys <3
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Date: 2011-06-01 10:52 pm (UTC)Can't wait for another update.
Soon? ;)
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Date: 2011-07-06 04:59 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2011-07-06 11:18 am (UTC)Damn fest fics.
MUST.
FINISH.
*determined*
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Date: 2011-07-29 04:55 am (UTC)You are AMAZING, WOMAN!!!
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Date: 2011-07-29 11:19 am (UTC)SO MUCH LOVE. AND SILK.
Date: 2011-08-23 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-20 08:53 pm (UTC)*puppy-eyes*
More?
Date: 2012-05-27 08:53 am (UTC)Re: More?
Date: 2012-05-27 12:38 pm (UTC)