The Lights on Knockbridge Lane (Garnet Run 3)

“God you’re gorgeous,” Adam groaned as Wes bared himself. Then he clapped a hand over his mouth. “Sorry. Said I wouldn’t mention your looks.”

Wes was moved.

“It’s okay. Feels different in this context. Thanks, I mean,” he added when his brain caught up to him. “You’re beautiful, Adam. Truly.”

Adam smiled and drew him down for a kiss. Their erections caught and Wes pressed them together, groaning at the contact.

They rocked together as they kissed, and Wes let the heat grow between them. He could feel Adam leaking against his hip and drew back to put the condom on.

Adam handed him the lube, and Wes coated two fingers. He lifted Adam’s hips.

“Okay?” he murmured, pressing gently inside.

Adam groaned and nodded quickly.

Wes slid his fingers deeper into the inferno of Adam’s body. There was the initial resistance, then it gave way, and he was a part of Adam. Part of his silky, clenching heat.

“Oh, god,” Adam moaned. “Yes, yes, yes, that’s so good.”

Wes kissed his belly and found his prostate, rubbing it with the pads of his fingers.

Adam’s eyes rolled back in his head and he went stiff. Then, when Wes rubbed harder, he let out a groan and melted around Wes’ questing fingers.

“Oh my god that feels so good, unnghh.”

Wes fingered him slowly, made sure his body was relaxed, then slid his fingers out, treasuring Adam’s disappointed gasp.

He stroked lube onto his erection quickly, suddenly desperate to be buried deep inside his lover.

“Adam,” Wes whispered. “I want you.”

“Yes, please,” Adam moaned.

Wes pressed the tip of his erection into Adam, relishing the slick heat. He made himself go as slowly as he could, gritting his teeth with restraint. But Adam gasped, grabbed at his shoulders, and pulled him closer.

Liquid heat shot up Wes’ spine as he felt himself slide deep inside Adam. He was rocked by wave after wave of pleasure, and it took every ounce of restraint he possessed to pause and wait until Adam’s body relaxed.

“Oh my god, Wes,” Adam groaned after a few moments. “Yes.”

Wes nodded, unable to summon a single word. He kissed Adam instead, put Adam’s feet on his shoulders, and began to move inside him.

He angled his hips so his strokes would caress Adam’s prostate and Adam opened his mouth in a silent scream.

Wes felt himself coming unspooled. The heat of Adam’s flushed cheeks, the tender flesh of his thighs, the silk of his rose petal lips, and the hot clench of his body were so potent that Wes heard the groans spilling from his lips and felt his stomach tighten with lust.

Adam was moaning and clutching at him, the flush pinking his cheeks obscenely.

Wes slid the vibrating toy onto his fingers and flicked the tiny button to turn on the vibrations.

Adam’s eyes got wide. Then one corner of his mouth lifted in a lusty smile and he nodded.

God, he was perfect.

Wes slid the vibrating toy over the tip of Adam’s erection and felt every muscle in his body clench.

Adam swore and panted and Wes felt peace descend over him that he usually only felt in the lab. But here, all he wanted was to make Adam feel better than he had ever felt in his life.

“Oh god, oh god, ohgod, ohgod, ohgodohgodohgod,” Adam chanted, coherence losing out to his body’s needs.

“Yes, baby,” Wes purred.

He thrust faster, seeking an explosion of the pleasure that mounted higher and higher. As he drove deeper inside Adam, he kept the vibrator tight to the ultrasensitive tip of his erection. Adam keened, throwing his head back.

“Wes, Wes, Wes, Wessss.”

Adam’s mouth fell open and every muscle clenched. Then he was gone, shuddering around a silent scream.

It was the hottest thing Wes had ever seen. Adam was spread out before him, writhing in ecstasy, and it was the last straw. Wes drove deep inside Adam and felt the burning pressure erupt out of him in wave after wave of perfect pleasure.

He shuddered with the intensity of it as he came down. Then Adam clenched around him and tendrils of pleasure grabbed him again, sending aftershocks juddering through him.

“Jesus Christ,” Wes groaned, and collapsed on top of Adam. He buried his face in Adam’s throat, breathing in the scent of his skin, glazed with clean sweat.

“Oh my god,” Adam said, letting a hand fall heavily on Wes’ back. “What the hell did you just do to me.”

But it wasn’t a question, and Wes hummed. The vibrator, buried in the covers now, buzzed its agreement, and Wes fumbled for it and turned it off.

“C’mere,” Adam murmured. Wes slowly slid out of Adam and they both hissed with the loss. Wes took care of the condom then settled in next to Adam, gathering him in his arms.

“That was...outrageous,” Adam said, and kissed his shoulder before snuggling closer. “In a great way,” he clarified, and Wes chuckled.

He loved the weight of Adam against his chest and side, loved the feel of him wiggling closer under the covers, loved the scent of their combined pleasure lingering heavily in the air, and the sound of Adam murmuring sweet, sleepy things against his skin.