One in Between: Those Other Books #2.5
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Marcus winced, but Kevin didn’t notice.
“Weirdo. He could have said goodbye to you. Anyway, we’re going, I think. Thanks for the evening!”
Kevin and Nathan gave Adam a brief hug over the bar counter before they left. They had carpooled here with Luke as their designated driver.
“You ready?” Liam asked Marcus, who nodded. Adam didn’t imagine it. Marcus’s eyes were red. Either he’d been crying or he was exhausted. Maybe both.
Liam was looking at his partner with far too much compassion. Adam’s stomach turned. What if Marcus was cheating on Liam?
But Marcus was a great guy; Adam loved his boss to death. A deception of these proportions seemed impossible. Maybe Liam and he had an understanding? An open relationship? Yet Marcus looked crushed. Even if they had an open relationship, for Marcus to choose a close colleague and be this invested seemed wrong on so many levels. What the hell was going on?
The couple said their thanks and disappeared into the night together with Tyler, who accepted their offer of a ride, since his colleagues had left before him.
The house was finally quiet.
Christoffer wrapped his arms around Adam as soon as the door clicked shut.
“What is it, love? Your mind is going a hundred miles a minute.”
Adam sighed. “I saw Marcus with Luke outside by the pool house. They didn’t notice me. I think Marcus might be cheating on Liam.”
“With Luke? No way.”
“I don’t know. They were…they seemed like they were talking about something painful. It was the way Marcus was touching him. It seemed more than friendly. Then Marcus looked all broken when he and Liam were leaving. And Luke just disappeared.”
“Shit. Do you think Liam knows?”
“I don’t know. But I’m not telling anybody. It’s their business. I wasn’t supposed to see them.”
“Why are you so rattled by it, baby?”
“I…might idolize Marcus? He’s my choreographer and mentor—a great man. He wouldn’t cheat. Not with Luke. They work together every day.”
“Maybe he didn’t. Maybe there’s nothing between Luke and Marcus. Or maybe there is, and Liam knows.”
“Maybe.”
“People have all kinds of relationships and arrangements. As long as it works for them, why not?”
Adam realized he was biting on his thumb. He stretched his fingers, annoyed with himself. Stupid nervous habits. “It didn’t look like it worked, though,” he said. “They were both devastated.”
“I’m sorry.” Christoffer sighed.
Adam shook his head. “It’s not my place. I’ll try to forget about it. If they wanted me to know, they’d tell me.”
“I should probably go and get your phone from the pool house, then?” Christoffer asked and smiled, cupping Adam’s jaw gently.
“I’ll do it.”
“No, go and shower. You’re barely awake. I’ll be right with you.” He kissed Adam and stepped around him, walking to the patio doors.
Adam climbed the stairs heavily, his thoughts swirling.
***
It was way too late for any heavy topic, but Adam was still wide awake, his mind defying his fatigue.
“You should sleep, sweetheart.”
“I just…the things we’ve talked about. The sex. What if it won’t work?”
“If you’re worried, we won’t do it. Just tell me.”
“I want to do it.”
Christoffer squeezed him, tightening his arms around Adam’s chest.
“I want to give it to you. I love watching you enjoy yourself,” Christoffer said, making Adam’s stomach warm with contentment. “And you know how I feel about you trusting me enough to do this.”
“It won’t mess us up.” Adam knew it. There wasn’t a question in his voice. However, Marcus’s face flashed in front of his closed eyes.
“It won’t. But you’re worried nonetheless?” his man asked, reading his mind once again.
“Not about you and me.”
“What’s wrong, then?”
“I don’t know. The thing with Marcus is messing with my head.”
“Maybe we should wait. I don’t want us to have any doubts.”
It was wise. Reasonable. However, a part of Adam was impatient. “A few weeks?”
“Whatever you need.”
“Okay.”
***
Adam watched both Luke and Marcus at work, but he saw nothing unusual. He may as well have imagined the whole incident by the pool house. His worry dissolved—so much so, he forgot why he was worried in the first place.
They did wait, but nothing about their desires changed. Adam still dreamed the same dreams that had him waking up in the middle of the night and demanding Christoffer’s cock like he’d die without it. He took Christoffer inside him, and his man talked dirty to him about all the things they’d do while Adam rode his cock, insane with pleasure.
Sitting on the sofa on a Sunday night, three weeks after the birthday party, Adam told Christoffer he was ready. They made love passionately that night. Christoffer recorded Adam coming on his cock and then showed it to him while he fucked him a second time. Adam was transfixed by the image of Christoffer’s gorgeous cock sinking into his spasming body. So raw and real and beautiful. He came again, his ass dripping with Christoffer’s seed and his mind overflowing with love.
They were ready. They both wanted it. There was no reason to wait.
2
“Adam and I talked,” Christoffer said, watching Tyler’s face carefully. Tyler’s eyes widened, and his hand shook just a little as he put his wine glass on the patio table. The golden liquid shimmered in the yellow light coming from the house. The August night was warm, the air unusually still, and they could barely hear the ocean, next to no waves disturbing the vast, dark surface.
“If you are willing to follow certain rules—” Christoffer continued, but Tyler interrupted him.
“Chris, if you tell me to spread my ass open and bray like a donkey, I’ll do it.”
Adam laughed in Christoffer’s arms, a nervous quiver in his tone, but excitement as well. The vibrations from Adam’s chest spread into Christoffer’s. He loved when that happened.
“We’ll try that one day. I’d like to see that,” Adam said.
Tyler grinned, unashamed. “I’m in. What are the rules?”
Christoffer turned Adam around by his shoulders. Adam’s large, glassy eyes radiated trust and love, and Christoffer wanted to kneel, hug Adam’s ankles and pray to gods he suddenly believed in.
Adam gave an infinitesimal nod. “Yours,” he mouthed.
“My sweetheart,” Christoffer whispered and kissed him. Adam went pliant, leaning into him. Christoffer reached down the back of Adam’s loose jeans and caressed his opening with one finger. His boy sighed. Christoffer recognized the moment the rational parts of Adam’s brain switched off; he could feel it in the kiss. His boy’s body, mind, and soul were now in his care. He broke the kiss, pressed harder against Adam’s hole and cupped Adam’s jaw with his other hand. Adam’s lips were parted, his breath shallow and eyelids heavy.
“Adam, love, keep your eyes closed.”
Grabbing the hem of Adam’s T-shirt, he dragged it off while Adam lifted his arms like a puppet on strings. Christoffer crouched and opened Adam’s jeans. He stripped his boy naked while Tyler watched with nostrils flared.
He straightened and moved Adam in front of him. Adam reached behind, gripping Christoffer’s neck as an anchor. Christoffer looked at Tyler over Adam’s head. His friend’s burning gaze roamed over Adam’s bare body, his mouth open and breaths loud. The hunger in his expression made Christoffer smile. He could empathize. Next time, he could cuff Tyler in a chair and fuck Adam in front of him.
“What are the rules?” Tyler asked again, voice hoarse and impatient.
“Tyler, look at me.”
His friend snapped his gaze up, away from Adam’s naked, trembling form. His eyes sharpened, heari
ng the urgency in Christoffer’s tone.
“He is my boy.” With one hand on Adam’s throat, Christoffer fisted Adam’s cock with the other. A shudder ran through his beloved boy’s body, and Adam gasped softly. He was hard already; Christoffer knew how his boy felt when his master claimed him. “You can touch him when I tell you to, how I tell you to.” He stroked Adam’s cock slowly, watching Tyler lick his lips. “I’m not sure what you expected, but tonight is not about you. Do you understand?”
Tyler narrowed his eyes, let them wander down Adam’s form and then back to Christoffer’s face. “I suspected that might be the case,” he said slowly, his smirk careful.
“I love him, Ty,” Christoffer said. “What I want to do tonight is make him come his brains out as many times as he can handle. Are you going to help me with that?”
Swallowing, Tyler, nodded. “Tell me what to do.”
This is it, Christoffer thought. Was he afraid? He and Tyler knew each other inside out. He could rely on his friend. However crass, inappropriate or horny, Tyler could control himself like nobody else when the stakes were high. And now, gazing into his friend’s eyes, Christoffer saw deep understanding. With one look, Tyler let Christoffer know he got it. He wasn’t invited into their intimacy because Christoffer wanted to make his friend happy or envious or just flaunt his very satisfying sex life. Tyler was invited because Christoffer wanted to fulfill every single one of his beloved boy’s fantasies. Adam was his priority, and Tyler was going to respect it.
“Come here,” Christoffer said. He caught Adam’s chin and tilted his boy’s head up to expose his throat. “Tyler, don’t use your hands. Only your mouth.”
He tightened his grip on Adam’s hard cock and watched as Tyler bent and brushed his lips along the tendon on the side of Adam’s throat. Adam’s chest heaved. His grip on Christoffer’s neck loosened until his arms fell limply to his sides, but he stayed quiet and didn’t open his eyes.
Tyler opened his mouth over the juncture of Adam’s neck and shoulder. Adam sucked in a breath while Tyler kissed and licked his throat and collarbones. Christoffer inched closer so Adam would feel his hard cock and know his man was pleased.
“Kneel, Ty.”
Tyler sank down onto the patio floor, his wide grin infectious. He would enjoy himself immensely, even if his role was to serve as Adam’s sex toy. Christoffer grinned back. Holding Adam’s cock, he pointed it at his friend’s mouth, and Tyler leaned closer. He licked the head of Adam’s cock while Christoffer stroked it softly.
Adam moaned, and Christoffer tilted his boy’s head to the side to kiss him, searching for his tongue, sucking. When he pulled away, Adam’s eyes were open, just slits, but they shone with gratitude and bone-deep happiness. Devotion.
“Baby…” Adam began but trailed off, gasping when Tyler sucked harder.
“I know you love me, Adam,” Christoffer whispered, and Adam’s eyes fell shut again.
His mind had already gone into its safe place. Adam was at his most vulnerable now, exposed in his passion, and sometimes Christoffer burned with anger when he thought about how someone in the past misused this boy’s trust. That person had taken Adam when he was helpless and used him in a loveless manner.
Adam needed to let himself go in sex. He craved a fat cock in his mouth and ass. He demanded to be fucked hard until his teeth rattled. He needed to be used, filled with come, tainted and smeared, and then fucked again. And Christoffer loved doing all of that. He loved tying his boy in their bed, plugging him and then fucking him without touching his cock, until Adam wailed. A few weeks ago, he bought a thin, soft dildo. After rimming Adam for what felt like hours, he forced the dildo into Adam’s ass alongside his cock, and watched his boy take it. Adam’s cries when he came were forever etched into Christoffer’s memory. He sobbed in Christoffer’s arms afterward. Not from pain; he was overwhelmed. The deeper Adam sank into the strange space in which he lost himself from time to time, the happier he was when Christoffer brought him back.
More than anything, Adam needed to be loved and protected, and every time they fucked, Christoffer felt the love pour from his own body into his boy. Adam glowed with it.
He couldn’t wait to see how far they would go tonight. Adam’s moans were low but continuous. He shuddered when Tyler teased the head of his cock, sucking on the sensitive underside.
“Harder. Make him come.”
Christoffer let go of Adam’s cock, letting Tyler take the whole length into his mouth. Adam’s body leaned back heavily. Christoffer licked his finger, wetting it, and reached into Adam’s crease. Adam spread his legs wider, an automatic move; he knew what was coming. Christoffer forced his index finger into Adam’s ass and went directly after the sweet spot. His boy groaned.
Tyler bobbed his head and looked up. Christoffer trailed kisses down Adam’s temple and cheek, the gentle brushes of his mouth in contrast to the hard jabs of his finger in Adam’s ass.
He felt the tension in Adam’s body. His boy was close already.
“More,” he told Tyler. His friend moaned around Adam’s cock and squeezed his own through his jeans. Of course Tyler got off on the game.
“You can taste him if you want to.”
Tyler did want to because he sped up, and Adam whimpered loudly in time with Christoffer’s finger. In half a minute, his body spasmed, and he came, crying out. Tyler licked Adam’s cock clean and stood up, his eyes hungry but cautious.
Christoffer scooped Adam up in his arms and turned toward the house. His boy clung to him, hiding his face in Christoffer’s neck.
“Bedroom,” Christoffer said.
Tyler followed without a word.
***
Christoffer lay Adam on the bed carefully and kissed down Adam’s jaw and neck. Adam put his hands on the headboard.
“Open your eyes,” Christoffer said, and Adam peered at him from underneath his lashes. “I want you to watch for a minute.”
Adam lay on his back, arms stretched above his head, fingers clutching the lowest thin plank of the tall headboard. His legs were parted, slightly bent to the side and limp. His chest heaved with each deep breath. His drunken gaze flitted between Christoffer and Tyler. There was no fear, no hesitation, no reason; just want. Exactly how Christoffer wanted him to feel.
“Ty, strip,” Christoffer commanded and did the same. In a short moment, they both loomed over the bed, naked, Tyler hard as a rock, stroking his cock, his eyes fast on Adam’s naked body. Christoffer was the first to climb onto the vast bed, and Tyler followed, hesitant at first.
Christoffer lay down next to Adam and kissed his boy’s lips, his hand drifting down the beautiful dancer’s body. He reached for Tyler’s arm and tugged him closer. Tyler didn’t need further instructions. He clung to Adam’s other side, rubbing his hard cock on Adam’s thigh as his lips and teeth explored the boy’s neck and shoulder. With his left hand, Tyler fondled Adam’s half-hard cock. Christoffer sucked on Adam’s tongue before he backed away an inch and checked his boy’s expression: dazed and lustful.
“You’re so beautiful,” Christoffer murmured. Adam blinked slowly, hypnotized. He was growing hard again, surrounded with warmth, Tyler’s hands and mouth all over him while Christoffer teased his nipples with his nails. “Still want me to use the rope?”
“Please,” Adam breathed.
Tyler lifted his gaze to meet Christoffer’s.
“Dude, fuck,” he said, somewhat stupefied.
Christoffer smiled. He pecked Adam on the lips and reached under the bed. Tyler watched him, stroking Adam’s cock, and Adam’s eyes closed again. The boy waited patiently, hands on the headboard, almost eerie in his beauty and stillness.
After tying Adam’s hands first, loosely but safely together, Christoffer led both long ends to the headboard. He weaved them through the planks and let them hang down from the top, wide apart.
“Your legs, Adam,” he instructed.
Adam obeyed immediately, spreading his legs into a wide V and lifting hi
s pelvis so his ankles ended up close to the top plank of the headboard. Christoffer tied first one, then the other, leaving Adam helpless, splayed out, his pink hole and hairless taint exposed, his hard cock lying on his belly, a drop of pre-come glistening at the tip.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” came a voice from behind Christoffer. He’d almost forgotten about Tyler, who now sat on the edge of the bed, his hand squeezing his hopelessly hard cock and his wild gaze staring at Adam’s exposed body as if he’d just glimpsed the gate to paradise.
“You okay?” Christoffer asked, smiling softly.
“I could come just looking at him. Fuck.”
Grinning to himself, Christoffer reached over Adam’s side and opened the drawer. He grabbed a few condoms and the lube bottle. He kissed the underside of Adam’s knee before he straightened. He handed one condom to Tyler.
Tyler’s eyes widened even more.
“You’re serious?” he mouthed. Christoffer raised an eyebrow at him.
Tyler took the condom.
Leaving his friend to it, he turned back to his boy. He ran his hand down Adam’s legs and to his crease, caressing his hole, taint and balls. Adam whimpered softly.
“Not long now, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
“Need…” Adam gasped when Christoffer ran a sole finger up and down over Adam’s hole.
“I know.”
Christoffer lay on his stomach, supporting himself on his elbows, and nuzzled Adam’s balls. He kissed Adam’s opening, just a soft brush of his lips, listening to his boy’s moans. He began licking, pushing the tip of his tongue inside. The headboard rattled as Adam’s body spasmed.
He felt Tyler move closer, knee-walking on the bed, until Tyler’s hands appeared on Adam’s balls and cock, just in front of Christoffer’s eyes. Adam’s groans grew guttural. With his tongue deep in Adam’s hole, Christoffer’s hard cock was leaking like a faucet. He humped the bed, but it did nothing for him. He needed to fuck his boy. Cream his ass. But not yet. He wanted Adam to pass out from overwhelming pleasure when he finally fucked him. Adam could come twice more at least. Spread out as he was, his incredibly flexible body allowing for all kinds of wild fantasies to come true, Christoffer wasn’t going to rush.