11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Adam

M aybe it wasn't the kind of rest that came after getting railed so hard you couldn't see straight, but waking up bare-chested in Locke's arms was its own kind of euphoria. I didn't usually hang out shirtless around people without being taped up, not because I was ashamed to, but because there was still a stigma around people who weren't totally flat being covered up.

Locke made me feel comfortable, and it was really freeing. The night we spent together couldn't have been more perfect, and the amount of joy that was radiating through me made me feel like I could power our very own solar system.

I'd slept soundly with my ear above his heart, the steady thrum soothing and entrancing. When I woke in the early morning, long before I hoped to, a smile stretched my lips when I found us still tangled together. Unable to resist the beautiful body beneath me, I pressed a kiss to the scar beneath my cheek.

Locke stirred and hummed with pleasure, waking me up more fully as I imagined wringing more noises from him. I kissed his chest again, and Locke's hand caressed my arm. Pushing up to brace myself on my elbow, I leaned over and teased one of his nipples with my tongue, but it teased me too, making me want more. So I sucked it into my mouth and played with it, causing a delicious gasp from Locke.

"Mmm. Morning." Locke's voice was husky from sleep, sounding sexier than any man had a right to. His hand moved from my arm to my back, stroking it gently, and he arched his back to push his chest up, offering his beautiful pecs to me. Of course, I had to accept such a wonderful gift and sing its praise with my tongue, and a little with my teeth.

Kissing a path upward, I moved over his throat and along his jaw. I stopped and hovered over him. "Good morning, baby."

Locke gave me the sweetest smile and let out a soft sigh. "I like it when you call me that."

I assumed so, based on some of his reactions, but hearing him say it gave me all the warm fuzzies. It made me feel proud, too. That I was the one that made him react that way, that I got to call him something special. "Yeah?"

He gave a slight nod and bit his lip, looking a little uncertain but so very sexy. "Yeah. I mean, I don't know if it means anything to you, but it's really nice to hear; it makes me feel special."

I cupped his face, holding his attention. "Locke… baby , you are special. The word might slip out casually for me sometimes, but that doesn't make it meaningless. Maybe for other people, but not for you. And if you like it, then it is all yours. Nobody else gets to have it."

Locke ran a hand through his hair. "You don't have to do that."

I slid a leg over his waist until I was straddling him, freeing up both of my hands to hold his face, wanting him to see how serious I was. "I can't think of anything better than calling you my baby. I really like you, Locke. I want to keep things going, if you're up for it that is. So… ‘ Is you is or is you ain't my baby? '"

He cracked a smile as he stared up at me. "Random."

I shrugged. "Musical history was one of my courses in college, and it was one of my favorite songs from the early Rhythm and Blues era. Louis Jordan was the father of R & B and had a beautiful voice. But the point still stands."

Locke sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I is. If you want me, I definitely is."

I felt a wide smile stretch my lips. "Good answer, baby."

His mouth crashed against mine, our chests pressed together as I sat straddling his hips. As the kiss deepened, I wiggled over him, swallowing the moan that rumbled in the back of his throat.

When I pulled away, I pushed his chest until he was flat on his back. "Now that we got that established, how about I show you how I plan to take care of my baby?"

Locke grinned widely and folded his arms under his head. "I can get behind that plan."

"You can get behind me later." I winked before rolling my hips, pressing into Locke's groin, enjoying the shutter of his eyelids at the motion. He was so gorgeous, and I still couldn't believe I was here with him. But this was real. I liked Locke, I wanted him fiercely, and what was more, he seemed to reciprocate it. I planned to do everything I could to show Locke I was worthy of his attention. Me, out of the thousands of people online that wished they were here in my place.

Bending over him, I kissed my way down his chest, loving the light hairs sprinkled over it. They thickened and darkened into a sexy treasure trail that I followed like a pilgrim seeking the promised land. When I kissed Locke's belly right above the waistband of his pajamas, he inhaled sharply. A sound that made me smile so I did it again.

Flicking my tongue under the edge of it, I glanced up at him to see his eyes locked onto me, watching every move. "Can I get these out of the way?"

Locke licked his lips and breathed out in desperation. "Yes, please."

Scooting further down the bed, with my fingers under the waistband of his pajamas, Locke lifted his ass to let me pull his pants down. I could practically feel him holding his breath in anticipation. Or was it nerves? If it was nerves, I hoped to make him forget all about it and let go.

Glancing up, I offered him a reassuring smile before turning my attention to his naked body. I couldn't help but draw in a breath at the sight of him. "OMG! Your dick is so big!"

I stared at the pink head peeking out from his shaft. It seemed to throb under my attention, making me salivate. I'd read about t-dicks and had seen some…visuals online. It was the one thing that almost made me consider trying HRT, but I was happy wearing a packer on occasion to give me the sexy bulge I admired. Though, the bulge in front of me was far more enticing.

Locke gave a nervous chuckle. "Ha. That's nice to hear. It might not be as big as a cis-cock, but I'm proud of it."

"Well, you should be, I think it looks perfect. And delicious. I really want to feel it in my mouth." I nuzzled my nose into the nest of hair above it.

A startled cough popped out of him, and when he spoke, his voice sounded thick. "Yeah, yes, uh, yes, do that."

As much as I was ready to devour him, I wanted to make sure I didn't do anything he wouldn't want. I tried to make it a habit to have consent-comfort convos with my partners, because cis, trans, or anyone in between could have areas or activities they weren't comfortable with. Communication was important. "Any ground rules? Likes? Avoidances?"

Locke offered me a sweet half smile. "That's sweet of you to ask, not everyone does. Normally, it's one of the first things I go over with someone I might end up naked with, but I've felt so comfortable with you, I didn't think of it. I love a blow job as much as the next guy, so yeah definitely down for that, but my front hole is off limits."

I passed a kiss to his inner thigh, while nudging it wider to give me some room. "And your ass?"

Locke's breathing grew more rapid with how near I was to his cock. "I enjoy some ass play, but maybe not this morning. I'm not sure I'm ready for that right now."

"Okay. Thank you, baby." I pressed another kiss to his other thigh, before centering myself between his legs, lined up with the perfect view. Unable to resist any longer, I leaned in and flicked my tongue over his head, loving the hum that came from him. I played with the tip for a moment, making Locke wriggle beneath me, trying to encourage me to move. So I did. I drew his shaft into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Locke groaned, and his hands went to my head. My hair wasn't long enough for him to grip, but he massaged his fingers over my scalp as he gently tugged me closer.

I took him fully into my mouth, creating more suction, working his dick with my tongue and lips. Locke's grip on my head tightened. Not enough to hurt, but enough to empower me and suck him off with zeal.

"Shit! Adam, yes! Right there, keep going." Locke's knees fell open wider, giving me more room to work. I reached under his thighs and gripped his ass, while I buried my face into him, alternating between sucking and flicking my tongue over him. More pleasure-induced rambling came from Locke as I moaned around him, loving the feel of him in my mouth and the taste of him on my tongue.

His dick throbbed in my mouth as he let out a strangled cry. "Mnfh. Adam, I'm gonna come!"

I moaned my excitement around his cock when I felt him tense and shout with an eruption of pleasure. With one last twirl of my tongue around his perfect cock, I released him and pressed a kiss to the very tip, making Locke shudder.

Wiping my mouth, I sat up and looked at him. "Are you okay, baby?"

His eyes were half-lidded and his face flushed. Locke gave me a punchdrunk smile. "Mmmm…so good. You were so good."

I crawled over him until my head was above his and leaned down to kiss him. Another moan sounded from him as he tasted himself on me. "You are so fucking sexy, Locke. I just can't get over it."

Locke cupped the side of my face, and I leaned into it. "I feel the same way. And when I regain my strength after you sucked it all out of me, I plan to show you how much I admire and want you."

I settled down to lay on top of him. My head tucked under his chin and my body covering his. "That can come later, baby. There's no rush. I'm feeling very content right now. Well, maybe not too much later, because that also made me really horny."

Locke let out a light chuckle, shaking us both with the action. He slid his hands down my back, under the edge of his pj's I still wore, and he squeezed my ass. "You know? I think I'm getting a second wind. Just how horny are you?"

"Sooo very, baby. I need you so bad." I nuzzled my head against his chest to emphasize. I could have waited. I really was in no rush, happy to enjoy every moment together, and would have been perfectly content to stay cuddled up with him. If Locke was up for it, though, I was thrilled to let things continue.

"Then let's balance the scales, shall we?" He kissed the top of my head, before wrapping his arms around me and flipping me to my back. Locke kissed me hard as a hand pushed the pajama pants down, freeing me at last.

He chucked the pants to the floor before studying my full entire body. "Fuck, Adam…you are beautiful. Or… handsome."

I felt my cheeks pink under his attention but offered him a genuine smile. "I'm good with either term. I've seen plenty of men who couldn't be described as any other word but beautiful."

"And you are absolutely one of them," Locke said before kissing me. His hand floated over my torso and stopped on my chest. His tongue dove into my mouth as his fingers lightly pinched my nipple, making me gasp into his mouth.

As he continued to play with the nub, he pulled back, and met my gaze. "Ground rules?"

"My clit loves attention, so fingers, tongues…big fan. As for everything else, I'm a any-hole-is-the-goal kind of guy. The way I see it, the body has a lot of erogenous zones, and the best way to fuck the patriarchy is to enjoy every single one of them."

He stared down at me with a look of amused admiration. "You are absolutely incredible, Adam. I love how confident you are."

"Well, in the words of Mama Ru: ‘If you don't love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?'"

Locke

I happily returned the favor, bringing Adam to bliss, loving the way he unabashedly ground against my mouth. With his urging, I used my fingers to pump inside of him while going down on him. It was a new sensation for me, to feel how wet and warm he was without needing lube. But the way he writhed under my touch and the relentless grunts and sounds he made spurred me on until I could feel him twitching, and he cried with his release.

We were a mess, but too content to move. I stayed with my head resting on Adam's soft belly and my arm hooked under his leg. He was the perfect pillow, and his scent was as erotic as it was soothing. I could have happily stayed in bed with him if it wasn't for the fact that I needed to use the bathroom. I pressed a kiss against his thigh and forced myself to move.

"I'll be right back." I left him to use the bathroom and did a quick rinse off while I was in there. When I came back out, I grabbed a pair of boxer briefs from my dresser and put them on.

Adam stretched and yawned, looking so very sexy on my bed. His eyes trailed over me, making me feel like the sexiest man alive.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower?"

I was tempted to join him, but if I did, I probably wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of him. Not that I thought he would mind, but I needed some time to cool down and didn't want him to think that I only wanted him physically. I was highly physically attracted to him, but it was so much more than that.

"No, that's fine. There are towels and washcloths in the cabinet. Help yourself to whatever. I'm going to fix us something to eat. Are scrambled eggs okay?"

He flashed that beautiful smile of his. "Sure, that sounds great."

I scooped up the discarded pajamas and remembered his clothes he'd left by his bike last night. "I'll start a small load of laundry and get your things washed, too."

Adam crossed the room to me and threw his arms around my neck, before kissing me soundly. "Thanks, baby."

The kiss ended quickly as he walked to the bathroom, wiggling his fingers at me. Only wearing my underwear, I headed downstairs with a permanent grin on my face. Thinking of him in my room, in my shower, making himself at home, in my home made me ridiculously happy. He was the first person I'd ever had stay with me. My privacy was important to me, and being a public figure made it even more important to protect my space. To hear someone else in my house was bizarre, but knowing it was him made it feel more like a home.

I collected his clothes that sat on the seat of his bike and went through the kitchen to the small laundry room, which wasn't much more than a closet with just enough space for a stacked washer and dryer combo, and threw our clothes into the washing machine. After it was going, I pulled a carton of eggs out of the fridge. Knowing Adam had a sweet tooth, I decided to make some pancakes, too.

As I stood at the stove, flipping pancakes and whisking eggs, I felt an overwhelming sense of elation. To be cooking for someone else, to have spent the night with another in my arms, to have Adam show such care as he worshiped my body, to have had two amazing orgasms in a short span of time. Yeah. Happiness filled every vein and artery of my body renewing every cell within me.

With Adam, I could feel all of my normal defenses fall. I didn't have to be on guard with him, especially during intimacy. He was aware and considerate and didn't try to push any of my boundaries. I'd been with guys who thought they knew what I wanted and didn't seem to respond to nonverbal cues, until I was forced to speak my discomfort, which pulled me out of the moment. I didn't have to worry about that with Adam. I had been fully able to relax into the moment, trusting him, and giving into the pleasure he wrought from me.

I'd had a few people react with curiosity to my t-dick, but even that felt different with Adam. I knew there wasn't any kind of judgment or fetishism over it, simply admiration. And yeah, he made me feel that big dick energy when he sucked me off in an affirming way. A way that I was eager to experience again. That and so much more. I wanted him fiercely, every part of him.

Arms snuck around my waist, and I felt Adam's chest press into my back, pulling me out of my reflection. A smile stretched across my lips, as he kissed my shoulder, and I felt him push up on his tiptoes to peek over my shoulder.

"Pancakes! You sure know a way to a guy's heart." Adam kissed my shoulder again before stepping to my side. "Can I help?"

I took the golden pancakes off the griddle and put them on a plate, poured more batter, and glanced over at him. He was still bare-chested, and I loved that he felt comfortable enough to be topless around me. He looked really sexy, too. My eyes lowered to see the snug boxer briefs. One side of my mouth tugged up as I noticed the way they clung to his thighs and his hips.

Adam's cheeks turned that adorable pink color I loved. It was funny how confident he was and still how easily his cheeks flushed. "You said to help yourself, I hope you don't mind."

I turned toward him and pulled him into my arms. "I promise you, seeing you in my clothes is no hardship. It's really hot, actually. I'm just sorry I don't have anything that fits better."

"Oh, I don't mind a little body-hugging, besides, they make my ass pop." He turned around and gave a little twerk to show me just how juicy his ass looked in my boxer briefs.

"Fuck, Adam. Yeah, they really do." I stared, longing to take a bite out of those round, bouncy cheeks.

Adam stepped toward me, his back to my chest as he rubbed against my crotch with his ass. I set the spatula down to free up my hands and gripped his hips, pulling him tighter against me. He swayed and moved, grinding our bodies together, dancing to music that wasn't there.

Kissing his neck, I moved with him, enjoying this moment that was just for us. "You are so fucking hot, Adam."

"As are you, baby. I love being in your arms."

I loved it, too. I loved that his smaller stature made me feel like the big, protective partner. I was vers, but mostly out of the assumption from others that I would play the receiving part. I preferred topping—it was the most affirming role for me in the bedroom, though with Adam I would be happy to let him ride my ass. Knowing he preferred it the other way, though, I couldn't stop picturing plunging deep into that bouncy butt, especially now with the way he rubbed it over me. If he kept going, I might lead him back upstairs and strap up.

An acrid smell reached me, pulling me out of the moment. Realizing we were still in the kitchen, I yelled, "Oh, shit! The pancakes!"

Adam pulled away from me, leaving my body suddenly cold without the heat of him near, as I grabbed the spatula and got the blackened pancakes off the griddle. A chuckle rose from beside me, and I shot him a look.

"Fucker, this is your fault." There was no heat behind the words, and Adam answered with that playful innocent look of his.

"Who me? I'm just a lil' guy."

I let out a laugh and tossed the burnt cakes into the trash before dropping more batter on the stovetop griddle. I gave him a light slap on the ass with my spatula, and he let out the cutest little squeak. "No more distracting me."

"No guarantees. Can I help it if you are irresistibly sexy?" Adam shrugged.

"It's a blessing and a curse," I replied in a flat tone.

Adam laughed before making himself busy getting plates and utensils for us as I directed him to find things. We sat at my kitchen table, the only time I'd used it without my family visiting. I usually ate in the studio while I worked, or on the couch in the living room. It was casual but intimate in its own way. He was such easy company and made my house feel full and bright with his presence.

After breakfast, Adam helped me clean up, and we moved the laundry to the dryer. Though, I wasn't keen on him putting clothes on again. I loved seeing him in my boxer briefs with the way they rolled up on his thighs, showing more of his beautiful skin and making me wish I could sink my teeth into him. I had never been one for biting before, but Adam made me feel possessive, and I wanted to claim all of him.

The rest of the day was spent hanging around in our own little blissful bubble away from reality. When I gave him a tour of my studio, reality crashed back in as I remembered all the work I needed to get done. Work that had ended as soon as I knew Adam would be coming over the night before.

Adam looked around the room in wide-eyed wonder. "This is amazing. It's like breaking the fourth wall, getting to see your studio in real life. I feel like I walked right onto a movie set, except all the props are real and the buttons are functional. Oooh, can I press a button?"

He stared at me with those beautiful brown eyes. How could I possibly say no to that look? "Sure. Do you want to try my stream deck? I can switch cameras and change my lighting from here."

He gasped. "OMG! Yes! I really, really do."

His excitement made me smile. Okay, maybe I could give him a few more minutes before getting to work. "Alright. Let me get everything switched on."

I set everything up as if I were going to be streaming, but without actually making it live. I turned the ergonomic chair toward him. "Here, have a seat."

Adam sat in it, reverently. "I feel like I'm Captain Picard. ‘Make it so.'"

I chuckled as I turned him toward my dual monitors. "Okay, so hit this button to switch front the computer's webcam, to either of the two separate cameras I have that offer a side view to show me and the monitor."

I stood behind the chair as he pressed the button, switching views, and pressed it again to the front-facing view of him and me behind him. "Cool!" He pressed it again, and again, toggling between the two shots. "Camera one, camera two. Camera one, camera two. How do you not do this all day long?"

With us in view, I kissed his cheek, loving seeing the two of us together on the screen. It was fun, getting to share this with him, especially with his excitement over it. "Believe me, I did it plenty when I first added the deck."

"That's cute! I can picture you sitting here, playing with your new toys. Speaking of toys…your ducks! OMG! You have so many."

He reached forward and grabbed a zombie duck off the desk. "Yeah, fans send them to me sometimes."

"That's so cool. Did you ever think you would get mail from fans? That must have been really surreal." Holding the duck, he turned the chair around to face me.

"It really was. I mean, I hoped I would get to that point, but until you actually receive something from someone who likes your content, it can feel a lot like you are shouting into the void."

"There's no void, baby. Not for you. You're a star, and people love you."

"Thank you, Adam. That's nice to hear." I bit my cheek, wishing this didn't have to end, but I had an obligation to all of those fans and a schedule to keep to. "Speaking of…I love having you here, and you're welcome to stay, but I have a lot of editing to work on."

He stood out of the chair and stepped into me, my arms wrapping around him automatically. Adam let out a contented sigh. "I love being here with you, Locke. Like truly the best night of my life. As much as I'd like to stay, I have some errands to run, too. Though I wish we could just stay in this perfect little escape from the world and simply be together."

I bent down and kissed him, wishing the same, that we could disappear into each other and never let go. "It was the best night for me, too. I hope we can do it again soon."

"Bet your ass, we are. I got a taste of you, and I'm hooked. You're stuck with me, baby." Adam winked.

I snorted. "Good. You're stuck with me, too."

"Oh! I might need to borrow something to wear for the ride home. I forgot I was wearing your jacket when I came over."

Him naked under my jacket was a sight I would never forget. "Take it with you."

Adam stared up at me. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I've got other jackets, though I think this one might be my favorite now, especially with how good it looked on you."

"Well, I'll be sure to send more photos so you can check in on it," Adam said with a smirk.

More photos of him in my clothes? Yes, please. "I'm looking forward to it. Let's get your stuff out of the dryer."

Once he was back in his clothes and my jacket, looking more adorable than anyone had a right to, we kissed and embraced for a long while by the front door, neither of us wanting to let go. But we finally parted, and he took off on his bike, waving as he left. I leaned against the front door, watching him ride away, and feeling like my heart was so full, it might burst.