10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Locke

A dam rolled his bike in and parked it in the entranceway. I watched him with wonder. This small, beautiful firecracker of a man was in my house. My lips still buzzed from the heat of that kiss. Maybe it had been a while since I'd kissed anyone, but I couldn't remember one that reached into my very soul like that one did. Adam was…so sexy.

He turned around and grinned when he caught me staring. Adam walked toward me and threw his arms around my neck. It made my heart leap with how easily he touched and showed affection, something I didn't realize I'd been missing.

"So, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me, baby?" Adam asked, his brown eyes twinkling.

My hands went to his hips as I looked down at him. With that cherry-almond scent in my nose, the rosiness of his cheeks, and the way he watched me, a million ideas flooded my head. I wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to taste him, to hold him, to talk to him, to learn more about him. I wanted everything.

In my delay in answering, Adam rushed in and added, "We don't have to do anything, Locke. I mean I am not opposed to a good snog, with or without clothes, but I'm happy to just spend time with you, too. No pressure okay?"

I bent down and brushed my lips over his, savoring them once more. I meant it to be a quick, reassuring kiss, but once my mouth was on his, I was addicted and couldn't stop. He tasted as sweet as he smelled, and his tongue rolling over mine made heat burn through me, settling in my dick. I wasn't normally one for moving fast, but Adam was like chocolate, and one taste wasn't enough.

Walking backward, we stayed attached, as I pulled him toward the loveseat in the living room. Adam had a hand playing in my hair, and it made me hum with pleasure. I loved having my hair played with, and it was something I hadn't felt in a long time. My hands circled around his back, under the jacket, and he moaned into my mouth as my hands moved across the bare skin. Adam felt so soft and smooth, I wanted to touch him everywhere.

When the back of my legs hit the arm of the couch, I sat on the edge of it, putting me at an even level with Adam. He stepped between my legs until his chest was flush against mine, and he leaned into me with lust-heavy eyes and the sexiest smirk.

"I see how it is. You act all innocent, then lure folks into your den to devour them."

"Not all folks, just you. I had a lot of things I wanted to say, but you are so hot, Adam, that my mind feels wonderfully blank right now."

"Are any of those thoughts, I wish things would slow down ?"

I shook my head and gripped around his back to keep in place. "Only like two of them, but not because I don't want this. I just want to know you more."

Adam smiled sweetly. "And the rest of them?"

"Fully on board."

Looking skyward in an adorably cute pose, Adam shrugged. "So, I have a proposal then."

My brows lifted with curiosity, all while my body yearned to be near him. "And that would be?"

"How about we fool around first and talk later? I want you so bad, Locke, but I need you to know that it's not just physical. Right now, though, I am so horny and thinking about you in the shower earlier wasn't enough, not with you here, kissing me and touching my body."

"You thought about me in the shower?" I resisted the urge to rub my hand over my dick at the thought. That image did nothing to help me want to slow things down.

Adam leaned into me, his lips brushing against my ear, and he whispered. "Oh, yeah. It was so hot, baby."

His breath in my ear and what he said made my body shiver. "Fuck!"

He kissed along the side of my jaw, before pulling back. "So, about my plan?"

Without answering, I wrapped my arms around him, lifting him with me, before spinning around and lowering him to the couch. I climbed on top of him and smashed my mouth into his. Adam spread his legs to let me press in closer. The friction of his body under mine was tantalizing and made us both moan when I rolled my hips against him.

I was desperate to feel his skin against mine, and there were far too many clothes between us. Sitting up, I yanked off my hoodie and tossed it on the floor. In the past, I might have been more hesitant to reveal my scars for the first time, but with Adam, I felt safe and comfortable. He had this confidence that radiated out of him, and I absorbed it simply by being near him.

His eyes trailed over me, and he licked his lips with hunger. Adam reached up toward the slightly curved lines under my pecs, but he stopped himself and caught my gaze.

"Can I touch you, Locke?"

I nodded and stayed sitting between his legs for a moment. Adam traced the faded pink scars with reverence. I shuddered under his gentle caress. When he felt me tremble, he pulled his hands back. I grabbed them, returning them to my chest.

"It doesn't hurt, does it? Is it numb? Can you feel me?"

I smiled at the concern in his voice. "No, it doesn't hurt. It was numb for the first year or so, but it faded, and now it feels really fucking good."

"Yeah?" Adam grinned, and felt me more intentionally, before leaning up and kissing me square in the middle of my chest. Could he feel the pounding of my heart beneath his lips? He continued his exploration and kissed along the scars. The action was both hot and endearing as hell. The only hesitation he'd had was out of concern for me, but now he lavished me with flicks of his tongue and light nips that sent a wave of heat through me.

I lowered down over him and captured his mouth again, wanting to show him how good he made me feel. Adam hooked a leg over my hip and pulled me even closer, our groins pressing together, making us both hum. His hands roamed over my bare back, making my skin buzz everywhere he touched me.

I broke our kiss to move my mouth along his neck, trailing my way down his throat. When I got to the collar of his jacket— my jacket—I moved it aside to press a kiss beneath it. He'd given me a hell of a tease with that photo he'd sent me. I hadn't expected that at all, and it had turned me the fuck on. Now, here he was, in person, under me, and I was desperate to see more of him.

My hand went to the zipper, but I stopped and met his gaze. "Can we get this out of the way?"

Adam's eyes flared with hunger, even as his lovely round cheeks pinked. He placed his hand on mine to hold it in place, much as I had with him on the porch. "The thing is, Locke…you know I haven't had top surgery and don't plan to. I generally am pretty comfortable in my skin, but I just wanted you to know in case it's uncomfortable for you."

My heart lurched at the brief glimpse of uncertainty in him, especially when he so easily led things between us. I shook my head and cupped his face. "That doesn't make me uncomfortable, Adam. I did what was right for me but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate another person's body if it's different from mine. I think you are stunning, Adam. And your confidence is enchanting. Being near you makes me feel like I could do anything. But I don't want you to do anything you don't want to."

Adam pulled me down into a hard kiss before offering me a sheepish smile. "Believe me, I want to. I've been dying to feel your hands on me. But I gotta admit, now that we're here, I'm a little intimidated."

"What? Why?"

"Because you're you! You're not just someone I've admired from afar, but you are this trans icon."

I shook my head. "I'm just a guy, Adam. And you…living out loud and proud in your daily life is pretty fucking iconic, too."

Adam nipped my lip and offered me a playful smile. "Then you better take this fucking jacket off me, and we can be iconic together."

"Yes, sir."

I kissed down his neck once more before grabbing the zipper in my teeth and pulling it down his chest. Adam's hands went to my hair, and he arched his back to give me a better angle as I slid the zipper to the bottom. Before looking or moving up, I flicked my tongue over his belly button and kissed his belly.

With my hands, I unhooked the bottom of the zipper and pushed the jacket to the sides, revealing his full torso and chest to me. He had a slight curve out to his hips where his jeans rested. I scanned up and saw the soft swells of his chest and the rosy nipples that stood in peaks, calling out for attention.

I felt myself practically salivating at the need to explore. "Fuck, Adam, you are so hot. I really want to touch you. Tell me what you like."

Adam did one better and showed me, running his hands over his chest and rolling his nipples between his fingers. His breath was ragged as he watched me watching him. This time I couldn't resist the need to rub my dick through my jeans. I let out a mumbled, "Fuuuck."

He grabbed my hand and brought it to his chest. "You can touch me anywhere, though I'm not a fan of motorboating or honka-honka action. I prefer less attention to the shape of them and more attention to my nipples. Most people have nips, and I love having mine played with."

Leaning over him, my hand caught between us, I played with the perky point as I kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Adam sucked on my tongue, and I gave him a light pinch, swallowing his gasp in my mouth. I moved my hand away so I could lay flush on him, reveling in the feeling of skin-on-skin. He was so soft and smooth, and it felt incredible.

Adam arched into me, trying to get even closer. We were crushed together, both of us topless, wearing jeans. As eager as I was to see him fully naked, I didn't think I could wait that long.

"You feel so good, Adam."

He gave me a breathy reply. "You do, too, Locke."

I moved a hand along his side, loving the way he purred at my touch. Reaching between us, I trailed my hand over the waistband of his jeans and moved lower. "Is this okay?"

Adam rolled his hips, directing me lower. "Yes! Fuck, yes, keep going."

I stroked over the inseam of his jeans, making him writhe, so I pressed harder, through the jeans. Adam moaned and slid his hands down my back, curving over my ass. I rubbed again, before thrusting over him, my dick hitting against my hand, making us both gasp at the pressure. I longed to feel him without anything else between us, but for now I was desperate to keep hearing the soft hums that he was making as I rubbed him through his clothes.

With my hand on him, each thrust of my hips, had it hitting the right spots for both of us, if the sounds we were making were any indication. I was so on edge, it wouldn't take long for me to get off like this. Adam's grip on my ass, pulling me into him was a good sign it was working for him too. The thought of making us both come with just my hand had my body boiling.

"Gah! Locke! Harder, I'm so close, baby." Adam's cheeks were flushed and his eyes hazed.

Using my hand to fuck us both, I pushed into the denim and pumped into him with my body. With each move, my trapped dick rubbed against me, against him. Adam's breathing grew rapid and frantic, and my body matched the frenzy, losing all sense of rhythm. I felt like I was burning from the inside as the pressure built.

A few more thrusts and I felt a huge pulse in my dick as I came with a mumbled shout against Adam's mouth. His hands squeezed my ass as he rasped out my name. The material beneath my hand dampened and Adam panted, his chest moving rapidly beneath mine.

My own underwear was wet and my dick hyper-sensitive after the intense climax. I slid my hand out from between us and tucked it under Adam's back, collapsing against his chest. His arms moved around me, holding me in place, as one went to my hair and pet it soothingly.

In the post-orgasm haze, I felt my eyes warm with tears, and I rested my head in the crook of Adam's neck. Despite the fact that we both still wore clothes and weren't fully naked, I was feeling an overwhelming sense of acceptance and something that spoke to my heart in a way I had never experienced. Free. Adam made me feel free. And fuck, that was…a lot.

He continued stroking my hair with one hand and my back with the other. "It's okay, baby."

I simply clung to him and melted against him, feeling safe enough to do so. There were no words, no noise in my head like I'd experienced after sex before. I simply existed in this perfect place with Adam's body under me. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but I felt as if we were in a moment that existed outside of reality.

At least until Adam kissed my cheek and whispered, "I don't want to move, Locke, but I gotta pee."

I inhaled slowly, breathing in his cherry-almond scent, before pushing off of him, pulling my body out of the single being we had become. I offered him a sheepish smile. "Sorry."

Adam sat up in front of me and gave me the sweetest kiss. "I'm not. I could have stayed like that forever if my body didn't have other ideas."

I let out a soft sigh as I looked at all of his beautiful skin on display, but forced myself to stand instead of tracing every inch of him. Holding out my hand to him, I said, "Come on, I'll show you where the bathroom is."

There was one bathroom, and it was upstairs in the primary bedroom. With the downstairs consisting of the living room, kitchen, and small dining room. The house wasn't originally designed with plumbing in mind. It would have been a nuisance to have people go into my room to use the restroom, but it wasn't a problem for me since I never had people in my house, except for my family.

Adam's fingers loosely held mine as he followed me up the stairs. "Are you sure you're not taking me on a detour and planning to ravage me again?"

Looking back over my shoulder, seeing the beautiful man behind me and his short, mussed hair, looking wonderfully fucked, a smile stretched my lips. "I'm considering it."

He let out a laugh, a sound that made my heart leap. When we got to the top of the stairs, the guest room, which worked as my office-studio, was to the left, and the primary bedroom to the right. It wasn't huge as far as suites went, but for the area and the historical home it was in, it was decent enough. Probably twice the size of Adam's small room in his apartment. Though it hadn't felt small when I was too focused on him.

"It's through here." I walked him through the bedroom and showed him the bathroom.

With him out of sight, I quickly scrambled out of the dampened boxer briefs and jeans, chucking them into my hamper and found a pair of pajama pants to put on. Realizing Adam was likely in the same situation I'd been in, I went to the bathroom and called through the door.

"Do you want something to change into?"

"Um, yeah, that would be great actually. For some reason, I'm all wet."

I pursed my lips in amusement as pride rolled through me at the thought of Adam losing control because of me. Fuck, that was so hot, maybe we didn't need to put on clothes. Sigh, maybe we did, or I wouldn't be able to concentrate.

Rifling through my dresser, I tried to figure out what to give him. His hips were a little wider than mine, his belly a little thicker. Sexy as hell, but a lot of my stuff might not work. Maybe something elastic like my pajama pants. Would he want a set, something to wear on top, too? I only had pants on and didn't really want to put a shirt back on. Not with the way Adam's gaze lingered over my chest.

Going back to the bathroom, I asked, "Tops or bottoms?"

I heard Adam laugh through the door. "Oh, I'm a bottom all the way, baby."

I chuckled and shook my head. I didn't expect that information to come so soon. But now that it was out there, the thought of him riding my silicone cock, or me pounding into him had me aching with need all over again. I pushed my hand through my hair. "I meant clothes. Any preference?"

Adam opened the door and peeked his head out, eyes instantly gliding over my bare chest. "Damn! Locke, you look yummy. Mind if I match you?"

"Not in the slightest."

I returned a moment later with an older pair of pajama pants, which had a little more give in the waist, and handed it to him through the door.

A moment later, he came out wearing nothing but the pants and my jaw hung loose at how stunning he was. Adam gave me a quick peck before handing me the camo bomber jacket I'd left at his house. That was the happiest accident of my life, especially since it led to him being here, standing before me, shirtless. His confidence radiated out of him.

I tossed the jacket onto the bench at the end of my bed and stepped toward him. "You are remarkable."

Adam threw his arms around my neck and offered me a smile. "Just wait, you ain't seen nothing yet."

He pushed onto his toes until his mouth met mine. My arms went around him, roaming over his bare back. Adam's chest against mine was as sensual as it had been when we were on the couch. Our bodies touching were like diodes connecting and sending electricity between us, like every cell in me lit up from being near him. I wanted to feel him like this forever. Except, I also had planned to spend more time getting to know him, and we'd already gone through one set of clothes. With the heat pooling in my groin, if we kept going, it wouldn't be long before I'd either need to take them off or change again.

After one last flick of my tongue against his top lip, I pulled back. "You are intoxicating, Adam, but I think we should slow down a minute."

Adam breathed in deep and took a step back. "Maybe so. I don't want to run through all my fantasies with you in one night."

"Well, shit! Now, I'm curious what you've been thinking about."

Adam smirked. "Too bad, it'll have to wait. You said we should slow down."

"Fucker," I mumbled under my breath.

He let out a loud laugh. "You say the sweetest things."

Adam went back into the bathroom and grabbed his clothes, and I led him back downstairs, anxious to get out of my bedroom where the temptation to fall into bed and get naked would be much greater.

"Do you want something to drink? I don't usually stock beer, because I never have anyone over, and I feel weird drinking it by myself, but I have hot chocolate."

He came up behind me and kissed the back of my shoulder blade, his chest pressing into my back. "Hot chocolate sounds delicious."

"Do you want to watch a movie or play a game or something?"

Adam circled around me while I reached to grab mugs out of the cabinet. "You know what? A game sounds fun. It would be nice to play something without having to lug it all to the diner."

"For game stations, I have those in the living room, but all my PC stuff is up in the studio."

His eyes rounded. "I would love to see the studio, like seriously! I've always wondered what it would be like to see in person. But…I haven't played on a system in forever. So, I think we'll stay downstairs for now."

"I'll give you a tour later." I leaned down and gave him a soft kiss. He bobbed his head with excitement before wiggling his fingers at me as he went into the other room.

As I waited for the water-milk mixture to warm up, a smile stayed plastered on my face. Adam had this amazing presence and filled my home with such light. It felt warmer and homier simply having him here. My space always felt like my sanctum where I could simply be without having to worry about anyone else. I savored my privacy and my time alone. With Adam, though, it didn't feel like an invasion. It felt…right.

"Holy shit! You have everything!" Adam yelled from the living room, making me chuckle.

"Part of the job." I yelled back as I mixed in the dark chocolate mix. "Are you a whipped cream or marshmallow guy?"

"Depends on where I'm putting it."

I chuckled at his teasing response, but the image of using whipped cream on him got me hard. Damn, Adam was like perma-erection material.

"For your cocoa?"

"Whatever you're having."

After the image of him covered in cream, I decided the safer route to go was mini marshmallows.

Carrying the cups to the living room, I heard Adam shout, "Yes!"

"Find something?" I set the two mugs onto the coffee table.

"You have Overcooked ! Carmen and I would play this sometimes back in our dorm room."

"I haven't played that in forever." Sitting on the couch, I turned the TV on and switched inputs to the Nintendo Switch.

"Oh, good. Then maybe I'll have a chance to keep up with you," Adam smirked as he grabbed the joy-cons off of the console and joined me on the couch.

I gave him his cup, and he took a tentative sip before moaning with delight. A sound that made my body hum, remembering it come from him when we'd been on the same couch earlier. I sipped my cocoa to distract myself from the warmth blooming beneath my skin.

"This is really good. I would have thrown a cup of water in the microwave and added a packet of mix to it, nothing this fancy."

"There are a few luxuries I've allowed myself to indulge in since my gaming started paying enough, and quality cocoa is definitely one of them."

"I know where to come next time I need a fix." He winked at me.

Though he sounded playful, I couldn't deny how much I wanted him in my home, so when I responded, the words came out deadly serious. "Anytime, Adam."

His expression softened, and he gave me the sweetest half-smile before taking another sip and closing his eyes in enjoyment. "Be careful what you promise, because I am not afraid of taking you up on that."

"Good." The one word hung between us with an understanding that I meant it. I couldn't think of anything better than this gorgeous man showing up at my door. I let my eyes roam over his topless form, looking so casual and comfortable in my pj's, sipping cocoa on my couch. Damn!

Adam set his cup down and clapped his hands. "Okay, let's do this, baby! And no, we aren't doing versus mode, I don't need you kicking my ass. I'd rather use that unfair advantage to help me."

I chuckled. "Sure thing."

A few minutes later, we started a new game, trying to get through the intro scene where we had to feed the beast.

"Apparently, our cooking skills are lacking, and our cooperation needs work," I said after failing the intro, and it went into the cut scene, which would say the same thing.

Adam rolled up imaginary sleeves and gave me a serious look. "It's time to cook for our lives."

When the game began again, we each chopped, cooked, plated, and served the orders that came up. The game was all about speed and coordination. There was skill involved, though with Adam's little chef bouncing around me, it added some extra obstacles. This wasn't for a stream, though. No one was watching. It was just us. Before long, we were laughing and commenting through the game and simply having fun.

It had been a while since I'd been able to play and not feel the pressure of performing in front of others. Play for the sake of playing. As a pro-gamer, it was a novel concept. I found myself grinning broadly by the time we'd gotten through a few levels. When Adam got us both trapped on one side of the kitchen as it broke apart, causing us to lose the round, I threw an arm over his shoulder and pulled him against me, planting a loud kiss on his head.

"How are you so bad at this?"

He tipped his face up to look at me. "I panicked and overcorrected."

"It's a good thing you're cute."

Adam blinked his eyes rapidly and gave an innocent shrug. "I'm just a lil' guy."

"You are fucking adorable." I leaned in and kissed him, tasting the decadent cocoa on his tongue.

When I pulled back and stared at his beautiful face, I swept my thumb over his smooth cheek. "Do you have to work tomorrow?"

Adam shook his head. "No, I have two days off."

"I'm really enjoying having you here. Would you want to maybe stay?"

"Fuck, yes!" Adam pushed into me and kissed me hard, making me laugh against his mouth.

I held him tight for a moment, breathing him in, enjoying his skin against mine. Adam melted into me. He felt so perfect in my arms.

Adam tapped on my back, and I let my arms fall. "Time to get back to the game. We are going to beat that level."

"Damn, you're cute when you're determined."

He looked coyly over his shoulder at me. "Then be prepared for a lot of cuteness, because determination is my middle name."

We played long into the night, dying a lot and laughing often. I made us a frozen pizza, and we switched the game off to watch a show while we ate, talking about nothing and everything, simply enjoying each other's presence. I hadn't laughed or smiled this much in a long time. Fun. Adam was fun, and he made me feel light.

After we ate, we turned everything off and moved up to my room. My bed was bigger than his, but we found ourselves together in the middle, though this time we didn't simply face each other. We kissed lazily as fingers trailed over each other's bare skin. As much as I longed to explore the rest of him, I was enjoying the sweet caresses even more. The hot and hungry moment we'd had when he first got here had been incredible, but this quiet, relaxed touching felt far more intimate.

Eventually, Adam snuggled in on top of me, his chest on mine, his leg hooked over my own, and we embraced each other as though we were both afraid to let the other go. For a second night in a row, I fell asleep to the sound of Adam's soft breaths and the scent of him in my nose.