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Narcissus Takes His Pet Ego Shopping || Jadam

Tagged: Adam Crawford and Jesse St James

Location: Residential district near Adam and Jesse

Time: Mid afternoon; Tuesday, April 8th

Notes: Adam and Jesse run into each other at the grocery. The predictable happens.

Adam coasted up to the grocery store, already hopping off his bike on his approach. He rarely came by on Tuesdays, but he needed cold medicine before he managed to catch whatever his roommate had, so here he was, locking up his bike in the late afternoon fog. Inside, the store was largely deserted as Adam made his way to the health and hygiene aisles, a lone shopper staring at the displays across from what Adam needed. "Excuse-" Adam started to say, then blinked. "Wait... Jesse? Wow, didn't expect to see you here."

Jesse St James

It was rare for Jesse to find himself with an afternoon off, he was either at the restaurant or browsing the city on open auditions, but today he was engaging in a much needed lazy day. He had errands to run, a few things to pick up at the store, and it was about time he allowed himself a break anyway. The last thing he ever expected was to run into someone, and here of all places. "Hello," he said, hesitantly, before he realized this was someone he'd spoken to online. "Oh, oh hello, hello." he quickly switched to a friendlier tone, and was suddenly searching for a place to put the deodorant he had in hand. He really should've gotten some sort of car. "Adam, right?

Adam Crawford

"Yeah, thanks for remembering." Adam said, holding out his hand with a broad smile. "Is this your usual shop? I can't believe we've never run into each other before..."

Jesse St James

"As if I could forget," he smirked, freeing his right hand and shaking Adam's. "It is, yes. I'm usually in and out though. And, well, we may have crossed paths before and never even noticed. Stranger things have happened."

Adam Crawford

"Possible. Though people usually notice me." Adam gestured up to his head where the helmet sat. "Not every day you see a man wandering around in a bike helmet, even in San Fran." He gave a bit of a sardonic smile and a shrug. "What brings you by today? Day off?"

Jesse St James

"Right, I'm sure it's the helmet that's caught their attention. Nothing else." He said, matter-of-factually, coyly looking Adam up and down. "You do have a point though, typically no one feels the need to wear a helmet. Safety is key though." For a moment, Jesse actually forget where they were. It was a strange place to run into someone and strike up a conversation, after all. "Something like that, yes. And I figured I might as well come get the necessities while I have the chance. You?"

Adam Crawford

"Unexpectedly, yes. I was scheduled for today, but then my boss switched my shift around, and my roommate got sick. I'm making a medicine run while I can. I haven't been sick in years, but I try my best to be out of the flat when Jess brings something home anyway."

Jesse St James

"A bar, right? If I recall correctly you mentioned something about being a bartender. I could be mistaken, though I rarely am. This may sound insane, but you know those medical masks? If I were you I'd purchase a pack. You'll look silly in one, no matter who you are, but they're effective."

Adam Crawford

"Hadn't thought of that. Clever idea though." Adam glanced up at the medicines, though there didn't appear to be any masks on the shelves in front of them. Adam turned back to Jesse, smiling again. "I am a bartender, yes. You've got a very good memory."

Jesse St James

"When you sing, sickness might as well be a death sentence. You pick up a few clever ideas to protect yourself. Stay away from doorknobs." He warned playfully. "Partially, yes. But you also gave me something to remember."

Adam Crawford

"Oh, really?" Adam asked, raising his eyebrow and shifting his weight back with a playful grin. "And what else do you remember about me? Or would that be putting you on the spot?"

Jesse St James

"That would absolutely be putting me on the spot, but thankfully I perform very well under pressure." By now, the smirk on Jesse's face was practically permanent. "Animation, that's where your real passion lies. And I'd say that's more important than any other fact I could rattle off at the moment,"

Adam Crawford

Adam burst out laughing, a bright, cheerful sound that fit the broad smile on his face perfectly. "Alright, alright. Fair enough. I do love my art. What about you? I don't think I ever did ask you what you like to do with your time. Actually-" Adam held up a hand. "Do you have everything you need? If we're both free, we could... grab a drink, chat a while. I'd invite you over mine, but... sick roommate."

Jesse St James

Jesse scanned the area as Adam laughed loudly, they were bordering on appearing far too rowdy for the location they were in. Leaving would make the most sense in the moment, he didn't have anywhere to be and he was done here, "Now that you've made it sound so appealing I can't so no." He said jokingly. "I could go for a bite."

Adam Crawford

"I know a nice cafe just up the street. Let's make our purchases, and we'll be on our way." Adam said, quickly grabbing a bottle of cough medicine to follow Jesse to the front of the store.

Jesse St James

It was almost odd how easily the two were getting along. This was certainly one of Jesse's better experiences at the grocery store. Their walk to the cafe was short, it wasn't more than a few blocks away, but their playful back and forth made it seem even shorter than that. "You know, I've passed this place maybe a million times, but I've never stopped in. I never saw the appeal before. Before you showed me, of course." He smiled, leading the way to a nice table in a small quiet corner of the establishment.

Adam Crawford

"It's very nice. I come here sometimes to drink tea and people watch." Adam admitted sheepishly. "It's a nice way to unwind, drawing strangers. No one stays very long, so I can't get too caught up in the details. Oh, but now that we're alone, where were we?"

Jesse St James

"Tea drinker, people watcher, you know that's not at all surprising." Adam was fascinating, completely different from most of the people Jesse often found himself in the company of. "And you draw them too. I hope you're not into anything creepy, you don't plan to cut off my ears or anything later on, do you? Psychos are all around this place." He was mostly kidding, he knew Adam was simply friendly. "I think you were not at all clichely trying to get to know me."

Adam Crawford

"I believe I was genuinely trying to get to know you, yes." Adam smirked, crossing his hands over the tabletop. "So, what do you do? What's your passion?"

Jesse St James

"Singing, performing, entertaining. I know what you're probably thinking, another young performing artist delusional enough to think they have the talent to make, but you see I actually do. That's the difference between me and most."

Adam Crawford

"I wouldn't presume you to be 'delusional.' You're attractive, charming, confident. I could believe you have what it takes." Adam sat back in his chair, looking Jesse over with a critical eye. "Yeah, you've got that... something..."

Jesse St James

"Do I?" Jesse was a sucker for praise and compliments, when they came from the right source, of course. "Please, by all means, continue. Elaborate if you must."

Adam Crawford

Adam chuckled, settling in comfortably. "Very well. You're warm and approachable, but with an air of mystery. It keeps people coming back because there's just something about you. Intriguing." Adam crossed his knees as he continued, "You carry yourself well. You're strong, but your muscles aren't overwhelming, just a highlight of your grace. Except for your thighs. Your thighs are much... well, they're more. But it only enhances what you have. An imperfection that just highlights the rest of you." Adam let his eyes scan over Jesse's face, landing on the mole to the side of his chin. "Is that... satisfactory?"

Jesse St James

"Satisfactory, yes." Jesse said with a nod of his head. It wasn't anything that he hasn't heard before, in fact he'd grown accustomed to being described in a similar way. All except one of Adam's comments. "But I assure you, there is nothing imperfect about my thighs." He leaned over the table, closer to the other man when he said this, in more of a hushed tone, as if some sort of dirty secret. "It's impressive that you see that much after only knowing me for such a short amount of time."

Adam Crawford

"I'm an artist." Adam murmured, leaning forward to match Jesse's tone and body-language. "I see these things. You're a very attractive man, but I am afraid to say, your thighs are in fact, imperfect. They lack the traditional proportions of the Vitruvian Man. But, that's what makes them so eye-catching. Someone who fits into that cookie-cutter shape? They're boring. You are very far from boring..."

Jesse St James

"I think you've spent too much time inspecting my thighs, Adam. Besides, how could you tell. You've only seem them once and covered by a pesky layer of denim. You're not an authority on the subject."

Adam Crawford

"You doubt me?" Adam leaned back in his chair and scoffed. "Fine. I'll prove it to you." With that, Adam turned, reaching into the small bag he'd brought in with him. He had to shuffle things around to get past his bike helmet, but he managed to pull out a sketchbook and a box of pencils. "Why don't you get our drinks. I'll take care of this by the time you get back. I'd like a cup of camomile tea."

Jesse St James

Jesse raised his eyebrows, not expecting Adam to take it as a challenge and reach for his sketchbook, but interested in this sudden edge he'd yet to see in the man. "Well then, I look forward to seeing what you come up with. Don't disappoint me now, you've been doing so well." He smirked, rising to his feet and going off to get the drinks.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, you'll see." Adam chuckled, already engrossed in his work, glancing up only briefly to take in his model of the moment before going back to the page. As promised, he was done by the time Jesse returned, drinks in hand. The piece was loose and rough, but in a few short minutes, Adam had drawn up an unmistakeable sketch of Jesse in profile posed as he was when Adam had run into him at the store. Deodorant in hand, eyes down as he read the label. The curve of his back and neck sloped elegantly over a muscular behind and through two beautiful, broad thighs and tapering calves. "So, do you still deny it?" Adam asked, sliding the sketchbook around to Jesse confidently.

Jesse St James

Jesse came back to his seat, set the drinks down and immediately Adam's work caught his eye. It was beyond striking, though that may have even been an understatement. For someone who'd never seen himself sketched, he was extremely pleased. "I look magnificent. I don't know if that has something to do with how perfectly you've captured me or how attractive I am in general, but brava."

Adam Crawford

Adam shook his head, laughing softly. "You're a cocky one, aren't you? Just don't let it go to your head." Adam spun the sketchbook back around and flipped it shut. "Thank you for getting my drink, by the way."

Jesse St James

"When you have the stuff to back it up, you're free to be as cocky as you please." He said nonchalantly, putting extra emphasis on the first syllable of the word 'cocky'. "It's nice to know you have such a clear mental image of me. If only I could remember bodies well enough to draw them. I memorize more with my hands." He shrugged, his tone suggestive but refusing to be too forward. "Don't mention it."

Adam Crawford

"Hmm, I can understand that. There's definitely another level of familiarity to be gained with tactile observation." Adam agreed, nodding as he sipped his tea. "Though it's so rare to get the opportunity to observe a subject so... intimately."

Jesse St James

"And how well do you think you'd be able to draw me if you were able to observe me more..intimately?"

Adam Crawford

"I suppose that depends..." Adam hummed, leaning in closer. "Perhaps you'd like to show me just how... intimate you'd like me to observe?"

Jesse St James

"Well," Jesse started, his gaze noticeably darting down to Adam's lips for a moment before locking back with his eyes again, "it's not something I could show you here."

Adam Crawford

"No, I don't suppose it would be..." Adam murmured, leaning back once more to sip contentedly at his tea. "Perhaps another time... after we've finished our drinks."

Jesse St James

"If we must. Just know I taste worlds better than camomile tea." Jesse's lips pulled into his infamous smirk once again, though this time he bit down on his lower one, leaning back against his chair.

Adam Crawford

"Is that so?" Adam tilted his chin, eyes zeroing in again on that dark mark on Jesse's jawline. "I suppose I have something to look forward to then. Don't I?"

Jesse St James

"Oh, you absolutely do." Jesse didn't break eye contact with Adam, slowly sipping his drink, though obvious that the other man was receiving his complete undivided attention. "More than just something."

Adam Crawford

"Indeed. And how does one have more than 'something' to look forward to? It's a rather boolean variable." Adam teased. "Either I have something to look forward to, or I do not."

Jesse St James

"Later you'll see that it's a lot more than something." Jesse considered leaving it at that, but he couldn't. "You look forward to an afternoon nap after a long day, sometimes a beer. Many look forward to the weekend. Those, those are all merely something to look forward to. What I plan to do to you is a lot more than just something."

Adam Crawford

Adam swallowed thickly around his next mouthful of tea. "Is that so? Perhaps I have been corrected. I do have 'more than something' to look forward to after all..." He licked his lips. "Do you live far?"

Jesse St James

Jesse was painfully smug over Adam's reaction, far too proud of himself because of it. But he meant every word. "I don't live very far at all, of course I wouldn't want to pull you away from the tea since you're enjoying it so much." Now he was completely teasing the man, solely because he could.

Adam Crawford

Adam huffed, narrowing his eyes as he took a particularly and purposefully slow sip, letting the moisture linger in his mouth before finally drinking it down. His Adam's apple bobbing slowly. "It's very good tea, you know..."

Jesse St James

"Oh, I'm sure it is." Jesse said plainly, rising to his feet just enough to join Adam on the opposite side of the table and sit at the seat beside him. He was closer than need be, but he wanted to. A free hand made its way under the table, and he casually placed it on Adam's leg, just above the knee. "Again, I'd hate to pull you away. Even if I plan to give you something better. Something you could never forget." He spoke confidently, his face close to Adam's ear, his hand moving up slowly.

Adam Crawford

Adam inhaled sharply through his nose, catching Jesse's hand quickly before it could climb too high. "Right, I think that's enough of that. Let's get out of here already." Adam drank the rest of his tea in two quick swallows and pushed his cup away for the staff to bus.

Jesse St James

"I was hoping that's what you'd say." Jesse knew very well what Adam would say. He was no stranger to seduction, and Adam made his job insanely easy. Jesse didn't seem too eager though, slowly rising to his feet, and motioning for Adam to lead the way out of the cafe. "It's only a few blocks up, get your bike and follow me. Don't tire yourself out too much though, you're going to need lots of energy."

Adam Crawford

"Careful, or you'll overstep cocky and into arrogance." Adam scoffed, though he allowed himself to be led out of the shop and up the street. They only paused briefly, so Adam could unlock his bike and they were on their way, walking quickly, though not quite quickly enough to be classified as 'impatiently.'

Jesse St James

"I wouldn't dare to overstep." Jesse watched as Adam unchained the bike, far too interested in observing the other man now. Adam was attractive, that was a give in. The fact that he biked probably did wonders for his stamina; the realization made Jesse feel far too eager. "Just up a hill or two, not too far away at all."

Adam Crawford

"Good." Adam stepped up beside Jesse and gave his ass a quick pat of encouragement. "Well? What are you waiting for, lead the way."

Jesse St James

By now, Jesse was dying to get Adam upstairs and in his bed. Or couch. He would even settle for the kitchen counter if Adam let him. The gentle pat on the ass didn't help any, and had it not been the middle of the day and they weren't walking with the bike beside them he may have just pushed Adam up against a wall and started right then and there.

Patience was a virtue though, and while not necessarily one Jesse possessed, he could wait. He motioned to something Adam could chain his bike to once they were in front of his building. "Shall we?" He asked, smirking, leading the other man inside and up the first flight of stairs. He couldn't wait though, not two more flights without getting just a little taste. Quickly pushing the other man against the wall, Jesse kissed him hard, a free hand going to the back of Adam's neck and the other pressed firmly into the wall.

Adam Crawford

"Yess," Adam hissed into Jesse's mouth, fingers like claws pulling the other man close by the sharp jut of his shoulder-blades. Adam gave as good as he got, mouth open and hot as he pushed off the wall until he had Jesse pressed against the opposite side. Brick scraped at Adam's knuckles and the hand-bar dug into Jesse's hip. "Bloody hell. Upstairs. Now." Adam growled, dragging himself away, but only far enough to stare down at Jesse's flushed cheeks. They still pressed flush from chest to groin.

Jesse St James

Thank god, Jesse thought, in the moment nothing but moans leaving his lips. Adam wasn't what he expected by any means. The sweet somewhat passive man he'd spoken to had turned into something more. He suspected they'd end up battling for dominance at some point with the way Adam pushed him against the opposite side and ordered them to move.

"Somebody's eager." Jesse said, though he was just as ready for it. He was panting, as he led them up the remaining steps. Finally, upon making it to the landing, Jesse shoved Adam against it, their mouths connecting once more. He didn't need to look to unlock the door, though he fumbled with getting the key in the hole, his body was pressed tightly into Adam's and he didn't care. And it was only a matter of time before he got it open, and they were stumbling inside.

Adam Crawford

"Fuck. You kissed me first." Adam protested, nearly falling back as the door gave way behind him. "How do you want to do this?" He panted, barely waiting for the door to shut before he was pulling his shirt off. It got briefly caught on his chin, leaving his arms up and muscled belly exposed.

Jesse St James

"And you loved every second of it." Jesse groaned back, kicking the door shut, a little disappointed as the two separated. He smirked at Adam's question, oh how he loved being the one in control. And he stepped over to impatiently help him get his shirt off. "Well I'd love to have you bent over the arm of the couch," it was the closest thing to them in the moment, he didn't actually have a preference. "Begging me to give it to your harder, but I'm not too picky."

Adam Crawford

Shaking his head, Adam huffed out a laugh. "You actors and your egos," he mumbled, already pulling at Jesse's clothes. "Just wear a condom, you can do whatever you want to me." That said, Adam pulled Jesse close again, sealing their mouths together with a click of teeth and slip of tongue. Hands tangled in the loose fabric of Jesse's open slacks.

Jesse St James

Jesse shrugged off the ego comment, far too focused on the second comment Adam made. 'You can do whatever you want to me.' Was there a hotter phrase in the English language? It was doubtful. That alone made him want to take bigger risks than he typically would've. Their clothes were being ripped off, mouths slammed together, and he was certainly feeling the heat of the moment.

Letting his pants drop around his ankles, Jesse pulled his lips from Adam's, moving down to his neck. "I want you to blow me," he whispered gruffly into the man's ear.

Adam Crawford

A choked groan crawled brokenly from Adam's throat. "Fuck, yes... That. I want that." Adam panted, clinging to Jesse's bare back and grinding their hips together. His own pants still holding to his hips, but by the barest thread. "Where are your damn condoms?"

Jesse St James

Jesse didn't want to break contact, not after he'd longed for it for as long as he had, but he knew he had to. Down to only his boxers, he dashed into the bedroom to grab his condoms. "Knees, now. Get down on your knees." He ordered as he returned.

Adam Crawford

Jesse didn't have to ask twice, by the time he returned, Adam was naked and kneeling in the middle of the front hallway, cock in hand. "Well? Are you going to get over here, so I can suck you?" Adam growled, accent thick and dark as his hips rocked absently into his loose fist. "Jesse."

Jesse St James

God, that accent. Everything was made worse by that damn accent; hotter. There was something about the eagerness in Adam's tone and the fact that he was already waiting that had Jesse stiffening, feeling himself almost desperate for Adam's mouth.

Slowly, he dropped his shorts and walked in front of Adam. He wanted to enjoy the moment. An attractive man, naked, practically begging to have Jesse inside of him. He let his hands run through Adams hair, tugging it a bit. "How bad do you want it? Beg me."

Adam Crawford

Adam smirked, hand tightening around himself. "Bad. I want it bad. So hard and thick. It looks delicious. Please. Give it to me. Fuck my face if you want, just let me suck you, please." Adam shuddered, his eyes fluttering as he continued to speak low, dirty curses; and his head lolled distantly in Jesse's grip. "Please..."

Jesse St James

As much as Jesse wanted to continue this, have Adam aching and pleading even more than he already was, he couldn't wait. He wanted it, he needed it at this point. With one hand still in Adam's hair, Jesse reached for himself, slipping a condom on, before pushing his hips towards Adam's face. "No, no, not yet." He spoke, letting his length linger in front of Adam's lips. Maybe he could stand for just a little bit more teasing. "You haven't earned it just yet."

Adam Crawford

A rough growl poured from Adam's lips as he darted out of Jesse's hands. Mouth open and greedy, Adam latched onto the first bit of flesh he could reach which happened to be the top of Jesse's thick, muscular upper thigh. Teeth sinking in, Adam gripped and sucked, wanton moan escaping at the salty, fresh flavor bursting across his tongue.

Jesse St James

It was clear Adam knew what he was doing. And he knew it well. Jesse let out a low groan as he finally made contact with his skin. His breath hot, sending a shiver up Jesse's spine. "Take me in your mouth, all of me." He commanded. He couldn't wait for it anymore.

Adam Crawford

Jesse couldn't wait, but Adam could. With loud pop of suction, guaranteed to bruise, Adam laved his tongue around the base of Jesse's length, wet and hot and teasing. Turnabout was fair play afterall. The hand not currently palming over Adam's dick slid slow and steady up Jesse's thigh and around. Finally, Adam's mouth waited open, dark with promise at the head of Jesse's cock; and his fingers gripped tightly at the crease where Jesse's leg met the pert curve of his ass. "Do it."

Jesse St James

Jesse panted heavily as Adam's mouth finally wrapped around him. He didn't know how badly he needed it until he finally felt the wet and warmth of Adam's lips and tongue, though just barely. "God yes," it was almost an involuntary comment, falling out of his mouth naturally. The next move was obvious, he bucked his hips further, slowly forcing himself into Adam's mouth. He felt his tip hit the back of Adam's throat, but didn't bring himself out yet.

Adam Crawford

Adam moaned outright, swallowing around Jesse's cock as he sank his head down, taking more deeper. The hot, throb of lust full and heavy in the back of his mouth, pressing against the walls of his throat as he gulped again. Adam scratched his fingernails over the backs of Jesse's thighs, both hands now, too desperate to literally pull Jesse deeper inside him to spare a thought for his own hard length, dripping onto the floor between his knees.

Jesse St James

This was what Jesse was waiting for, he could almost kick himself for bothering with all the teasing beforehand, this was what he really wanted. He let his head fall back as Adam worked him over. "Just like that, god yes." He exclaimed, his voice breathy. "Make me come."

Adam Crawford

Another low growl rippled up Adam's throat and over the length of Jesse's cock as Adam complied. He forcefully pumped Jesse's hips into his mouth until the other man took the hint and started fucking his face, slow and deep and so hot. Adam moaned.

Jesse St James

Now, Jesse's animal instincts were completely taking over. The feel of everything Adam was giving him causing his entire body to heat up, waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. He thrust, and he thrust hard into Adam's mouth. He knew Adam could handle it, and it was exactly what Jesse wanted to give. "Fucking take it," he groaned, "yeah, you like that, don't you?" Of course, Adam couldn't verbally answer, which made it that much hotter. Heat was shooting up his shaft, he felt that familiar build up in the pit of his stomach and that fueled him to push faster and harder into the man's mouth.

Adam Crawford

Fingernails scraped over Jesse's thigh as Adam succumbed to his own need and his hand flew to pump fast and desperate over his hard, bobbing length, more moans floating up as his eyes drifted completely shut, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being on his knees for this sexy, aggressive man who knew exactly what he wanted and took it.

Adam couldn't speak, but he groaned loudly as his cheeks flushed. Drool slipped from the corner of his mouth as he hissed and came suddenly, wet streaks coating his fist and Jesse's calf. His hips continued to pump as he shuddered and sucked harder around Jesse's thick length, throat tight and hot.

Jesse St James

The groan, every thing he was eliciting from Adam onto himself was pushing him closer to that edge. He tried to hold on as long as he could, but the second he felt the wetness on his legs, he knew he couldn't hold out himself much longer. "I'm so close." He moaned, aching for it now. And with a final few hard quick thrusts he felt that sweet release.

Adam Crawford

Adam dove in, sucking hard and fast to drag out every last bit of Jesse's pleasure, half holding the other man up through the final shuddering jolts. Eventually, Adam pulled off, lapping affectionately at the inflamed head of his partner's softening prick. "Thank you." The accent, further coarsened by the rough treatment. "That was exactly what I needed."

Jesse St James

Adam was a good blow. A gooddamn fucking fantastic one, and Jesse couldn't have been more pleased. He exhaled loudly, out of breath as he felt himself relaxing again. "And to think you almost missed out for tea." He smirked. He loved being thanked. "You know what comes next, don't you?" He asked, leaning down and taking the other man's face in his hands. He kissed him, hard. Lips swollen from all the sucking, but he wanted his mouth against his. He guided him to his feet, pressing his body into his, tongue deep in his mouth.

Adam Crawford

Adam shuddered, arms wrapped tightly around Jesse's neck as he hung limply off the other man's frame through the deep, lazy kiss. "No..." He panted when they finally broke apart, blinking in confusion, endorphins making him slow and just a bit doped up. "What's next?"

Jesse St James

Jesse could be selfish in the bedroom at times, but after that? Oh he was going to repay Adam in the best way. He wanted to fuck him long and hard, he wanted Adam to lose his voice screaming his name. But for now, he let a hand trail down Adam's body. Ghosting down his chest, over his abs, until finally reaching between his legs. He cupped Adam's balls, massaging them gently, just barely. Still wet, he used the moisture to his advantage. "Your mouth was begging for me, your cock has already ached, how badly is your ass longing for me?"

Adam Crawford

Adam laughed, slumping into Jesse's shoulder and mouthing playfully over the skin there. "Your ego may be able to re-inflate your dick seconds after you come, but after an orgasm like that, I'm gonna need more than a couple minutes. Unless that was supposed to be an invitation to be fulfilled later? Because that... I could go for a repeat performance..."

Jesse St James

Jesse was far too smug at Adam's reaction to his words, his words and his performance. "Anytime, anyplace. We could have quite the arrangement if we play it right." God, would Jesse love that. He'd been looking for someone like that for ages. "You've got a pretty little cock, Adam."

Adam Crawford

"Nothing 'little' about it, Buddy," Adam snorted, dragging them bodily towards the couch.

Jesse St James

"No, no there isn't." Jesse concurred, following Adam's lead.

Adam Crawford

"I live about six blocks that way." Adam made a vague gesture in no particular direction. "If you don't want me dropping by here at all hours for encores, speak now." Adam sighed happily, sinking into the couch and nosing at Jesse's jawline. "Now, shut up and kiss me?"

Jesse St James

Six blocks was nothing. Jesse was used to trekking much further for much less. "If you perform that well every time, I'll never stop asking you back for an encore." And with that, he pulled Adam in for another deep kiss, he could definitely go for a round two.