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Hello there! We know it’s been a very long time since this blog has been updated, but in light of recent Tumblr news we felt it was important to do two things with this blog: 1. properly archive it on a site known for preserving fandom work without prejudice and 2. let everyone know what the near future holds for sasaco and the fics here.
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Summary: "A 'Thank you Bradley, for coming to pick me up, once again' would be nice, what d'you think?"
"Whatever," Brad replies, rolling his eyes and letting the steering wheel spin back to its regular position as they turn a corner. "Just try to keep your domestic disputes confined to the earlier half of the evening?"
"Fuck off, Walst," Adam giggles, eyes flying open to twinkle in Brad's direction. "Hurry the fuck up, I have the leftovers of your mom's pie to devour."
Brad's expression sours, a motion that doesn't pass unnoticed by his best friend.
"What, am I not invited over?"
"I... just, you're rather assuming, aren't you?" He replies, as their car passes by the college. "A 'Thank you Bradley, for coming to pick me up, once again' would be nice, what d'you think?"
Adam laughs, kicking his feet up and onto the dashboard, sharp knees forming near points underneath the threadbare fabric of his trousers. "’m not a chick, dude."
"What, and only girls are considerate?" Brad drags his eyes away from the road to send a venomous glare in his direction. "You really are a fucking asshole."
"Oh come off it," Adam drawls, studying the chewed and splintered cuticles that line his nails. "You'd drive to the fucking moon and back, 'cuz you're in love with me."
It might have been Adam's nonchalance, the way his ankle rolled from side to side, getting damp dirt and pebbles all over the clean interior of Brad's car. It might have been the slight change in pitch at the end of his sentence, impossibly blue eyes batting for the briefest of moments. It might have been the mocking little smile that lifted the half of his mouth that was closest to Brad.
"Get the fuck out." The old Honda screeched to a painful stop, as Brad throws his arm across the car to push the passenger side door open. "You heard me," Brad hisses, his gaze boring into Adam even as he squirms to get away from the metaphorical heat.
"Brad, you know I was—"
"Just shut up and get out," Brad replies, the sadness he'd tried to beat back seeping into every syllable. "I had a motherfucking ten hour shift packing fucking shirts today and I don't have the patience for this shit. I picked you up, I don't owe you anything. Get. Out."
Brad can see the trembling of Adam's lips reflected in the windowpane, one hand pulling at his hair and then sliding to the door frame. "Right."
The door slams much louder than necessary and Brad peels away from the sidewalk, increasing his speed so the small figure, stock-still in the middle of the street, haunts his rearview mirror no more. Brad manages to get three streets away before it hits him. "Fucking spineless idiot," Brad murmurs to himself under his breath, taking the next right and retracing his steps, the familiar trees coming back into view after a few minutes.
Adam's pace is still sulky and defeated, but at the slight sound of the Honda shifting gears he pauses, not needing to turn around as he waits patiently for Brad to approach. It's silent for a few seconds after the passenger door closes, the hum of the idling engine steadying them both - Brad's furiously beating heart, Adam's fitful gasps.
"I'm sorry," Brad says.
"You are?"
Brad rolls his neck in its socket, resting his cheek on his own shoulder and he looks up at Adam through his eyelashes. "Well?"
Adam has unusually proper posture, looking straight at the darkness before us. "Well, it's not like it isn't true."
"Not the point." Brad jingles his keys in the ignition, turning off the engine and settling back in his previous position. "Well, we've got all night, I can wait."
~
He's still as beautiful as the day Brad met him. "Do you ever wish it'd go away?" Adam's looking at Brad now, his expression a cold blank slate.
"Sometimes," He admits, fingers sliding back and forth on the steering wheel. "It's not something I can really control, though."
"I wish you wouldn't," Adam replies, turning away to press his forehead against the cold window.
It's been several years since the mishap, and Adam still looks very much the sixteen year old, a height increase of a handful of centimetres and longer hair doing nothing to change the frail, veined forearms, tiny, breakable waist and the big feet that carries them all about. It's only in his eyes that time has passed, the angst and frustration and anarchy of becoming something else entirely, from sixteen to nineteen, a slow simmer like burning coals.
Brad's voice comes out shaky, and if he'd had three hands he'd be pinching himself. "What, love you?"
"Yeah," Adam breathes, condensation seeping onto the glass and quickly fading away. "It's just... hard."
Brad can't help the ungraceful snort that explodes from his lips. Adam slams his head in surprise, rubbing the tender spot on his forehead and glaring in Brad's direction.
"Sorry! But really... that's so... rich of you to say."
Adam's eyes flick to the other's face, mapping and scanning in the manner that causes Brad to swallow, hard. "Touché."
Brad nods, returning his stare back to the street, where a white and grey cat scurries across upon the sight of the headlights.
"Don't get the idea that I don't take it seriously," he continues, so solemn. "I just don't..."
"I know, Adz, I know," Brad replies, smiling faintly to manifest his words. "We don't have to talk about it."
"Alright. But that... that was a low blow, even for me, to mention it like it didn't matter, like I was offended and didn't want to be around you or wanted to take the pi—"
Brad's keys interrupt his ramble, as the ignition fires and the heat whooshes back into the enclosed space, warming up his fingers. "I get it. Thanks for apologizing, though."
Summary: “ But the bassist's angry words, even in the most impersonal form, were making him weak in the knees."
Adam snapped his phone shut and threw it onto his pathetic excuse for a bed. He'd gotten another one of Brad's assholish 'wall of text' type texts, and he knew he should be angry. But the bassist's angry words, even in the most impersonal form, were making him weak in the knees. So angry and terrible in the right fucking way.
It made him want to punch the wall as hard as he could, except there was a certain type of fucked-up euphoria floating around inside him too, coating his inside in something gritty and chilling and so, so good. And he wanted nothing more but to strangle that motherfucker, but there was a need to get up close and intimate somewhere in there too and... and... fuck.
Then his phone vibrates another time and Adam can't help himself, he walks over to the bed and opens it again, eyes skimming through a short and supposedly simple message. And his breath hitches as he can almost feel the anger seeping through the words and he really wants to call Brad because god his voice must be shaking by now and Adam hasn't replied for a really long time and Brad's probably got things to say to him.
(prompt for any ship) Person A is learning a language person B already speaks fluently. Person a is failing their class, person B decides to be helpful by helping person A 'study' in bed.
Maybe they talk dirty to each other in the other language or something? I like it!
Summary: ”Brad's voice carries up the stairs, and he can hear gruff laughter from behind him."
"James! Greydon! Zach! Get down here, you're gonna be late for school!" Brad's voice carries up the stairs, and he can hear gruff laughter from behind him.
"One day you're going to ruin your voice from yelling at them." Barry says from the couch. The sound of hockey replays floats from the TV, and three sets of teenage feet rumble down the stairs.
Brad knows he isn't going to be able to give them hugs before they set off, and he misses the days when they would come up and ask for one, but they were growing up. "You three, be safe! Don't let someone stab you! That's publicity we don't need." Comes the advice from the non-biological father.
Laughs bubble from all three boys. "We won't." James assures him past his laughter, ushering his younger brothers out the door, school bags slung over their shoulders.
After watching out the window to make sure that they get onto the bus, Brad walks over to the couch and curls into Barry's side. "I miss the younger years. Not hiding things, but when they would hug me goodbye."
A light chuckle floats through his ears as Barry presses a kiss to the side of his head, "At least the sex talk is over now. And the 'Other kids have a mommy and just one daddy, why do we have three?' talk. Still, I know what you mean. But, soon enough, we'll have little ones running about again, James is 18, and him and his girlfriend are pretty serious."
The bassist grins and nods, straightening his back to give his husband a kiss, "Well, I have that to look forward to."
Summary: ”Brad knew, but this was the first time either of them said it out loud since Adam had left."
"Hey Brad, I love you." Five simple little words leaving the drummer's mouth.
Brad knew, but this was the first time either of them said it out loud since Adam had left. The relationship had continued, just without the singer, but neither of them had said those three words again.
"I love you too, Neil."
Gentle kisses, trailing down Brad's neck, "You know we're going to be fine, right? We were together before Adam walked into the relationship, and we'll be fine without him." Neil breathes, kissing at the spot behind Brad's ear.
Even with Neil's body curled gently around Brad's, the words can barely be heard, but Brad understands them just fine. He turns his head for just a second to capture Neil's lips, and murmurs back, "I know." Brad pushes back into Neil's body and closes his eyes, "G'night."
Summary: ”It made him feel like a girl sometimes, but he really did enjoy the way the other was bigger than him."
“Coffee?” Neil called out as he walked to the kitchen. He stretched out his arms, sighing in pleasure as his shoulders and back cracked and popped. He was getting a bit old, his tattoo a bit faded and his bones not what they used to be. But he wouldn’t change anything, wouldn’t go back. The comfort of family life was better than the loneliness that’d haunted his youth.
“Beer?” He heard a muffled, deep voice from his bedroom. He smiled.
Neil smiled to himself. “It’s Saturday morning,” he said. Not even bothering to shout as he heard the heavy footsteps behind him, he knew he was heard.
“So what?” Warm arms wrapped around Neil. It made him feel like a girl sometimes, but he really did enjoy the way the other was bigger than him. It let him just relax into the embrace, not worry about having to be strong and fight. The fire in the drummer soothed by the warmth and the closeness. No need for defense.
At least until he was smothered into the other's armpit and nearly gagged. “Go take a fucking shower!” His displeased yell was just met with quiet giggles. Two sets of quiet giggles.
“Mom, you know you’re not supposed to swear around me!”
Neil didn’t hear their teenage daughter come in, he didn’t even expect her to be up that early. “I’m not a mom, and you’re 15, Vi. I’m sure you can handle a curse or two,” He said, though any irritation that was present in his tone was washed down and rendered useless by the gentle smile on his face.
Barry laughed and played along. “You’re scarring the innocent child’s mind with your devil talk! How could you, Neil, how could you?” The deep and quiet voice of the man only adding effect to his exaggerated concern.
“You’re tattoo’s aren’t exactly all that heavenly either,” Neil said and poked Barry in the arm.
“The fact that I have two dads kind of makes me the devil’s child anyway.” Vi laughed as she said it.
But the joke seemed to strike a chord and the atmosphere dampened almost immediately. The apologetic look on Neil’s and the slightly angry one on Barry’s that was so characteristic of every talk they had about the way that they didn’t exactly fit into the norm. “I’m sorr-” Neil started.
But Vi interrupted him, with a rather rude sigh. “I love you Dads, I don’t care that you’re Dads. You’re my parents and you’re awesome. Now could you pleaase get on with your life and make me something to eat, your devil child is hungry.” Vi’s attempt to lighten up the mood was only met with a stern look from Barry.
“Now, Violet. You know it’s rude to interrupt your mother.”
Summary: "It was warm and lazy and Neil was reading some cheap-ass novel he’d picked up as casual reading."
Lazing around in their hotel room wasn’t the most comfortable way to relax and wind down, but it didn’t matter to Adam because it was a lovely evening. Despite that pale stain on wallpaper. And it was warm. And... sure, the tv was broken and the hotel was a right shithole, but they were finally alone in a locked, private room. Not struggling in some dark corner of a venue to get each others clothes off, just finally alone and in private. Not afraid of anything.
It was warm and lazy and Neil was reading some cheap-ass novel he’d picked up as casual reading. Adam was snuggled against Neil, head resting on his shoulder and hand wrapped around his waist. He was fresh out of the shower. His long, damp hair sticking to his head and Neil’s clothes. But Neil didn’t really seem to mind.
Soon, the singer grew a bit bored with simply staring at Neil’s eyes as he read line after line, page after page. And in attempt to divert the blond's attention, Adam bumped his nose into Neil shoulder, then ran his hand over Neil’s ribcage, trying to tickle him. Neil swatted at Adam’s hand, giggling lightly as he dog eared the book and put it down. He looked into Adam’s eyes, which were shining with a heartwarming little smile. Neil leaned down to place a soft kiss on the other’s lips.
Adam leaned even further into Neil, now slightly awkwardly sitting on the drummer's lap, but leaning on the couch. He stared into the other's eyes for a second, just smiling. And when Neil was just about to lean in for another kiss, Adam spoke. “I love you,” he said.
Neil looked up immediately, his eyes at first filled with shock, which Adam took optimistically. He couldn’t wait for the grin that he knew would follow and the kisses and everything else. Though he didn’t realise his hopes and fantasies could have slightly clouded the reality, because what followed was a slightly nervous look filled with pity. “Oh, Adam...”
This is actually good timing because I was just about to make a little announcement.
Lately I’ve been really busy with schoolwork [I know, excuses, excuses but it’s unfortunately true] and we’ve been running low on useable fics. So, to give the writers more time and so I’m not being disappointing, we will be switching from a once a day posting schedule to once a week instead. It was either this or hiatus basically, and I know you guys love your fics, so until we have a good surplus again we’ll be posting just once a week. But hey, we’re still posting! The fic-day is supposed to be Tuesday, but since I was busy last night, I’ll be posting this week’s fic tonight. Next week’s will be on Tuesday though and I’ll try to keep that as our posting day.
But with the schedule change, I’m also going to start setting up a prompts page so you can submit or ask a prompt you’d like to see written and, if any writers want to, they can use it. I hope to have that page up by Monday, but you guys can send in prompts whenever you want! Just make sure you’re okay with anyone doing them and not a specific writer. They can be as short or long and detailed or vague as you want, any ship, any genre, any subject matter, whatever you guys want!
I hope that helps explain everything and I’m sorry it took this long to let you guys know. The new fic will be up later tonight, though and keep your eyes open for the new prompts page!
And if there’s any suggestions for new pages to help this blog run smoother or anything, please don’t hesitate to let me know! :3
Summary: “When I’m with her… I’ve been thinking about you."
Brad grabs him by the hips, shoves him backwards, eyes wide, heart thundering. “What the fuck?”
Adam shoves back, pushing away from the wall, spinning Brad in a slow circle into the room. “I was…” He breathes, eyes focused on Brad's mouth. “Thinking about her. How she likes it when I hold her down and fuck her.”
Brad shoves him away, Adam’s back hitting the tall dresser of the room with a loud smack, one hand clattering against the drawers.
Adam looks surprised for a second, and then he laughs. “I was gonna say…” He says, collecting himself as he straightens his body, slim waist lining up with his hips. He takes a step towards Brad, one hand running through his sweat-slick hair. “That lately…” Another slow step, those eyes fixing on Adam with heat. “When I’m with her… I’ve been thinking about you. Wondering what it’d be like to be with you. What it’d be like if you held me down and fucked me, instead.”
“You wouldn’t know what to do if I held you down and fucked you, Adam.” Brad’s eyes narrow, squinting at Adam with an edge of danger as he takes a step closer. Adam does not get to fuck with him. Not about this.
Adam takes another step across the carpet, chin tilting up just a little more as he meets Brad’s gaze. “Wanna find out?” He asks, voice a breathy whisper against Brad’s mouth. The air in the room feels suddenly heavy, charged with the crackle of electricity between them.
“All these years, Adz,” Brad’s lips brush his with grazing warmth. "Think I’ll live up to your expectations?”
“No.” Adam’s hands grab Brad's hips, yank him rough and quick against his own body. Dull heat was in his voice, a gravelly whisper as he looks Brad up and down. “No way you could.”
“Still be fun to find out,” Adam breathes, chin nudging Brad’s, hips rocking into him. Hands sliding down his back, cupping the curve of his ass. Their hearts are both pounding, frantic, like they’re trying to beat right out of their chests.
Heavy, quick, stuttering breaths the only sound, and Brad closes his eyes. Sucks breath into his lungs, feels them expand. Fuck. He can’t smell anything but sweat and Adam. The feel of him, all over Brad, conscious of everywhere Adam’s touching him, body hot and willing against him, fingertips sparking fire against Brad's skin. Mouths a bare millimeter apart, sharing heated breath.
This is everything he’s ever wanted, ever since he knew what want was. There’s every reason in the world he shouldn’t take it. Their friendship, the band, everything. He doesn’t give a fuck.
He shoves Adam to the floor, kissing him on the way down, and fuck, he’s sweet, desperate, needy, fingers clawing at Brad. Brad’s weight falling hard and heavy on top of him, and Adam breathes out hard, opens his mouth wider, grabs the back of Brad’s head and pulls him deeper. Brad’s got his hands everywhere, under Adam’s shirt, yanking desperately at Adam's belt buckle, shoving his jeans down, kicking them off with his own feet.
Summary: “I don't think I've seen either sober since December."
"Where's Neil? And my brother?" Matt asks Barry quietly as the bear of a guitarist walks onto the bus.
The older man looks at Matt for a second and sits down on the couch. "Out drinking. Again. I don't think I've seen either sober since December."
Matt sighs and pours himself a cup of coffee. "I still don't see why they're so upset. Yea, Adam left, you drink for like a week and get over it, not 4 months."
"Matt, you know the relationship they had. It had been going since before I even joined the band. I still don't understand how they kept it under their wives' noses. Adam told Naomi after he quit, of course, but she doesn't seem to have told Rhonda or Janin." Barry answers quietly, lighting up a cigarette.
"Alright, alright. It's upsetting your guys' fans though. I mean, Brad and Neil go on stage drunk off their asses, I'm not the singer they wanted..."
"I think you might actually be the only part of the show they can feel normal about."
Matt sighs again, "Do you think we should go find them? Make sure they don't drink themselves to death?"
Summary: “If I were female, she’d be my carbon copy. "
“I can’t be happy without him. You know it. You're me."
“I’m fucking sorry. It’s not my fault that it’s like this. I don’t make up the rules, and you know what Adam? I deserve to be happy too,” she says.
I clench my fist in my pocket. “And I don’t?” She shakes her head. She’s wearing the same shirt as I am, same colour jeans, same shoes. She’s me, and she’s still fucking happier than me. Even my own fucking self is happier than I am. But she's got her Brad. I lean against the back of the chair, she scowls at me, rubbing her arms in irritation. I do that too.
At first, it was scary. If I were female, she’d be my carbon copy. All my mannerisms, masculine and feminine, reflected in her. She insisted that it was her mannerisms reflecting in me. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I’m the half that dies and withers away. Maybe it was some kind of cruel fate for her to get her Brad and for me to get those pills and live with that gaping hole inside me.
She opens the small fridge that we’d fit into the bus, takes out a beer, opening it with the same opener I have.
“Why does it have to be like this?” I ask after a moment of silence. “Why does only one of us get to get him?”
She takes another long gulp out of the bottle. “I don’t fucking know Adam. Maybe you still have a chance? I sort out my own problems and now I’ve got yours?” I stand up to grab a beer too, but she continues talking, “And why the hell do you have to be a drug addicted mess Adam? Can’t you fucking deal with all of it like I did?”
I feel the anger stirring up inside me, but it pathetically whimpers away under the strong narcotics. It shows as a small twitch of the brow. I don’t have the will to even respond in anger. So I shrug. “Apparently not.”
In that moment, I see my hand start to dissipate. It’s time to go. I look up at her another time, and after a terrifying moment of darkness, I open my eyes to see the band staring down at me, eyes full of worry. “It’s fine,” I assure them, and stand up.
Summary: It’s a special time for Adam. After having to wait until prepared, Brad makes Adam sure it was all worth it.
The sun crept its way through the slats in the blinds, becoming slanted when it curved over the edge of the bed and warmed Adam’s bare back. He was awake, his lean fingers twisting lightly in his boyfriend’s tousled hair. Adam smiled at the way Brad’s breath came and went with little puffs through his upturned nose. Adam put his lips to one of Brad’s eyebrows and hid a small smile as he began to stir. He was twisted in the blankets, the pillow making a small boundary around his head. His heavy eyes blinked slightly, focusing on Adam. “You’re awake.” Adam said happily, making it a task to kiss him the minute he woke. Brad shifted into the cave of blankets, pressing closer to Adam and rolling up into a ball. “You aren’t a morning person, I can tell.” Adam let Brad sleep there for a bit before he finally emerged from his blanket fortress.
“Morning.” Brad said, returning Adam’s kiss. The sun was now blanketing the room, warming the bed. Brad sat up against the pillows and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “So, what’s the plan for today?” Brad asked, leaning his head against Adam’s sun-warmed hair. He inhaled deeply, enjoying Adam’s constant smell that made him feel at home.
Adam sighed and lightly kissed Brad’s collarbone and thought for a while. Shifting up, he looked Brad in the eye. “I was thinking,” Adam breathed, scooting his body to sit between Brad’s legs. “You could show me what it’s like, maybe?”
“Adam, are you sure?” Brad asked, raising an eyebrow. Adam watched him as he played with hands, running his thumbs over Adam’s palms.
“Yeah. You say it’s nice, yeah? I want to know.” Adam smiled. “You can teach me.” He replied coyly.
Brad looked around room, thinking about it for a little before facing him again. “Not right now. But today, yeah.”
“Damn it, Brad.” Adam groaned and got up from the bed, his boxers his only covering.
“Don’t pout.” Brad retorted, slouching in the sheets. “Are you even ready? Like, ready?”
“Well, no.” Adam took a minute to reply.
“Just give it a few hours and let me know when you feel ready.” Adam nodded with slight frustration and put some pajamas on so he could walk out into the living room. Brad laughed from the bedroom and trotted to join Adam in the other room. “Oh, stop. The wait will be worth it.” Adam returned the smile, pressing his forehead to Brad’s. Brad kissed his chin and walked into the kitchen to look for stuff for breakfast.
Adam lingered back in the living room, plopping himself on the couch to relax. A few minutes later, Brad returned with two bowls of cereal, one Cheerios for Adam. Adam turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until he found a Behind The Music on Led Zeppelin to tune into. Scooping up some cheerios, Adam put the spoon in his mouth and thoughtfully chewed the cereal. As they both finished up their breakfast, Adam decided to go sit by Brad. He wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close. “I think I’m ready.” Adam whispered into Brad’s hair.
“I can tell you’re not. Don’t force yourself.” Brad breathed. “Go keep yourself occupied and you’ll know when you’re ready. We’ll try soon.” Adam furrowed his eyebrows and snatched his pack of cigarettes off of the counter, going outside to light up. Once outside, he flicked his lighter and watched the flame dance around the tip until it caught and burned evenly. He took a long drag off of it and let it sit in his throat before exhaling it out in a big cloud. Adam repeated that method over and over again until the cigarette had burned a satisfying way down the filter.
Adjusting to lean against the side of the house, Adam finished by filling his lungs with fresh air, sending the remaining nicotine to his head. He felt calm now and began thinking about trying with Brad. Would it hurt? Would he come? Will I? Will it feel good? Adam sighed, his thoughts running away from him.
Opening the door, Adam jaunted back inside, smiling lightly at Brad who was lounging on the couch. “You okay?” Brad sat up a bit, grabbing Adam’s hand as he walked by.
“Now.” Adam said, not looking Brad in the eye.
“-What? Now what?” Brad tilted his head at Adam who then turned an nodded hastily.
“Now. I’m ready now. I know it.” Adam said. “Now.” He looked into Brad’s face and squeezed his hand.
Brad was slightly taken aback. “N-now. Okay.” He shifted off of the couch. “Let me just get some stuff, ‘kay?” Adam nodded and perched himself on the edge of the couch. He was excited but he knew some of the emotion he was feeling was nervousness.
Brad went into one of the guest rooms and Adam could hear him root around in drawers and cabinets. A couple minutes later, he emerged with a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant. “It’ll be okay. I’m just doing this to keep you safe.” Brad smiled and grabbed Adam’s hand again, kissing his fingers. Adam really didn’t know what this experience had to hold so he decided to just go with what Brad did.
Brad led him back into the bed room and closed the door behind him. Adam just held onto his hand, watching him intently as Brad set down the box and the lube. “What do you want me to do?” Adam asked, giving Brad a wanting smile with just the slightest hint of lust.
“Shh.” Brad said, pushing Adam slightly to sit down on the edge of the bed. Adam obeyed and looked to Brad. “It’ll be fun.” He told Adam with a big smile and a kiss.
“Go ahead.” Adam agreed, leaning back a little as Brad approached him.
“First, I have to get you ready.” Brad whispered, kneeling down in front of Adam’s lap. Adam had a feeling it wouldn’t take much to get him hard. Brad ran firm hands up his thighs, circling around to brush his lap. Adam stifled a laugh and earned a ‘look’ from Brad. He was nervous. “Relax.” Brad said quietly, playing with the edges of Adam’s pants, easily sliding them down just a little bit to expose Adam’s milky skin surrounded by dark fabric. Brad worked hard to hide his small groan. “Close your eyes.” He said quickly but in a sultry voice that was velvet to Adam’s ears. Adam did as he was told, his eyelids fluttering closed. He swallowed harshly and knit his eyebrows together, trying to focus on what Brad was doing but not too much causing him to lose himself too quickly.
Brad rubbed Adam’s hipbones with his thumbs, brushing his fingers over his boyfriend’s soft skin. Adam made a small hum and bit his lip, his eyes still closed. Brad continued to navigate Adam’s lean musculature, grabbing Adam through his thin underwear. Adam blew out a breath and startled a bit at the sudden and very invasive touch. “Is it working?” Brad asked, looking into Adam’s concentrated face as he further traced his fingers along Adam’s lap, kissing his thighs.
“Uh, ye-eahh.” Adam’s breathing labored for a moment, ending in a noise that Brad took as a yes. Pulling Adam’s pants completely off, he immediately threw them aside and went back to Adam. Brad slipped Adam’s underwear past his knees and took a breath. Adam groaned quietly and turned his face up, letting the air cool him off. Then, Brad grabbed Adam’s cock and started to move his hand slowly, taking his time to work his length. Adam nodded and sighed loudly. “It’s working, yeah…” Adam breathed out slowly, concentrating on Brad’s hand moving gently while his other went around to hold the curve of Adam’s back.
“Get up, baby.” Brad said, helping Adam crawl back on the bed as he slipped off his own pants and slid up next to Adam. “-Help you.” Adam barely got out, quickly snatching the hem of Brad’s shirt, pulling it over his head. Brad did the same to Adam whose hands were now desperately trying to reach for his own cock and Brad’s. “Stop.” Brad warned, “you’ve already helped and we’re not done yet.” Adam looked into Brad’s eyes and then nodded. Brad began kissing Adam’s smooth chest and collarbones, giving him small bites along the bone. Adam reacted well, coiling his arms around Brad’s neck, his fingers knotting in his hair. He yearned for Brad now.
Aiming himself above Adam, Brad held onto the pillows around Adam’s head and let his hips and groin strongly grind against Adam. “Holy shit.” Adam hissed, putting his forehead to Brad’s arm. Brad arched back up and then once again pressed himself to Adam, trying not to laugh when Adam exclaimed that it was the hottest thing he’s ever done. Once Adam turned to face Brad again, he put his forehead to his and ground against him a couple more times until he could see Adam’s forehead pinch and his toes curl.
“Flip.” Brad ordered, grabbing the box and the tube off of the table. Adam did as he was told but with slight hesitation. “Tell me when you want to take a break, okay?” Brad said, coating his fingers in the lube and setting himself up behind Adam. Adam nodded quickly and put his head down on the pillow as his knees shook in an attempt to keep his hips in line. Brad placed a warm hand on the small of Adam’s back to prepare him. Brad carefully inserted a finger into Adam, his body instantly stiffening in response.
“Shit.” Adam hissed, his head turned to the side so he could slightly look at Brad.
“Just breathe. It’ll start to,” Brad worked his finger against the muscle and the soft walls, “feel better.” Adam grunted and furrowed his eyebrows. Brad pulled his finger back out and thumbed over the furled muscle there. “This one might be a little more difficult.” Adam immediately faltered his breathing and his eyes looked slightly scared. Brad kissed the small of his back and bit his lip, now pushing two fingers deeper inside of his boyfriend.
Adam whined, letting his body relax around Brad’s fingers. “Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? Is this it?” Adam nearly yelled. Brad laughed deeply and gripped Adam’s back, sitting up on his knees.
Leaning up, Brad whispered, hot, into Adam’s ear. “I’ll fuck you senseless.” Brad said darkly, “If that’s what you want.” Adam exhaled heavily and pressed his face further into the pillow. A groan came from him, muffled and desperate. Brad gave Adam one last shove of his fingers, a twinge of heat piercing his back. “Are you ready?” Brad asked tauntingly, only his thumb working Adam now.
“More-” Adam bit back a yell of desperation, “More than ready.” He bit his lip and looked back at Brad, his eyes wild and filled deep with pure lust. That look turned Brad on so much it was almost painful. So needy and trusting. He really was ready. “Stop fucking looking at me and just go, god damn it.” Adam snatched the box of condoms and pitched it at Brad, the tiny squares going across the bed. Brad managed to grab one and tear it open. “Hurry, hurry, please.” Adam whined, his face turning up and his dark hair splaying over his milk white shoulders. Brad nodded and slipped the condom over his cock. He prepared himself and centered himself behind his boyfriend.
Adam’s hips were shaking with anticipation, his hands gripping the pillows on either side of his head. Leaning down to kiss the small of his back, Brad flashed a worried look at Adam before carefully giving a small thrust into him. Adam quickly tightened up and his entire demeanor changed. His eyes weren’t wild and passionate but now were scared and his face was pinched in pain. “Careful, careful.” Brad said, rubbing Adam’s side. “You have to relax or else it won’t feel good.” Sighing, Brad pumped a couple more times. Adam still hadn’t relaxed and eased into it. Brad stopped and placed a warm hand on Adam’s back. “We can stop—”
“For God’s sake, no.” Adam groaned, his head turned to the side and eyes fluttered shut. Brad nodded again and pushed into Adam, trying to go as deep as he could to hit the most sensitive spot which would definitely calm him down. Adam did his best to not push back against him, breathing hot and heavy breaths out of his nose. Brad held Adam’s hips and closed his eyes, focusing on nothing but reaching the inner most part of Adam. Trying to release the burning ball of passion that he knew he was holding in for so long. Adam whimpered against the pillow, his lip slightly quivering. Brad tried to not to pay attention to it and continued to find the hot-spot. “It’ll feel better, I promise.” Brad bit back a moan, trying to disguise his pleasure while Adam tried to find some.
Brad reached around and grasped Adam’s cock gently. He could tell that Adam’s focused changed because as soon as he did that, the muscles relaxed and Brad was allowed full access.“It’ll feel better.” Adam echoed, licking his lips and flashing a small trusting glance towards Brad. Brad took a deep breath and plunged deep into Adam, groaning the entire way through with one hand on Adam. He knew he reached it. He knew. Adam threw his head back and bellowed out a deep groan, white knuckling the sheets. “Holy shit.. Go, go, go.”
Brad smiled and bit his lip, moving his hips slowly and then gradually faster. Adam hummed to himself, grabbing Brad’s hand that was on him, helping the motion continue. With each thrust, Adam groaned and grunted louder and louder. Brad gripped Adam tighter and plunged even harder, hitting the spot every time. Adam’s mouth went slack and his breath came out in labored puffs and moans. Brad moaned in unison, watching his face change with each different move. Brad felt Adam tense up and a heard him stifle a gasp. “Not yet, you fucking keep it in.” Brad said harshly, holding onto Adam tighter than before.
“I can’t. Oh god, it’s so good…” Adam rolled his head around on the pillow. Brad furrowed his eyebrows and went as fast as strong as he could. Seeing Adam so focused on not coming made Brad more turned on. He felt the burning ball heat up inside of him and Adam’s concentrated face was hotter than before.
Brad’s back arched and he finished with a powerful thrust and groan. “Come for me.” Adam took the last thrust in stride and came for Brad, his legs shaking as Brad pulled out and grabbed him. They both wrapped themselves around each other, Adam’s forehead deftly pressed against Brad’s shoulder.
“Was it worth it?” Brad asked, out of breath.
“More than worth it.” Adam sighed, gulping to catch his breath. Brad kissed his pale lips strongly, holding him close.
