Page 70 of Adonis

“I’m thinking about saving up for a boat. So I can live on the water with you. That way, you won’t have to hide when other people come around,” Connor said.

Adonis glanced at the shed where the boards were stored and nodded to it.

“I’ll need something a little bit bigger, I think.”

Adonis shook his head this time.

Connor fought a grin. “You may be fine living in the water. Unfortunately, I need more than that. I wish I didn’t. I wish I could just stay in the water forever, where nobody could bother me.”

Adonis pulled back, making an irritated noise in his throat as he shook his head again. His lips parted, and Connor could hear air coming out, but there was nothing but a faint garbled noise. Adonis shut his mouth, his tail breaking through the waterline in an irritated smack, and he pressed his face into Connor’s lap with an unhappy grumble.

Connor considered Adonis’s behaviour for a moment. “Are you trying to speak?”

Adonis’s tail splashed out of the water again, and he nodded stiffly.

“But you can’t?”

Adonis nodded again.

“Is your voice box damaged?” Connor wondered, concerned. “Or maybe… maybe you’re just not built to make those kinds of sounds at all?”

Adonis straightened, lifting his head to meet Connor’s eyes while he shook his head.

“Are you saying I’m wrong about your voice box? Or the second thing? The voice box?”

Adonis gazed at Connor.

“Both are wrong?”

Adonis nodded.

“Okay… is there anything I can do?”

Adonis pointed to the shed.

Connor snorted, rolling his eyes. “Cute, aren’t you?”

Adonis cast Connor an irritated look. He gestured to the shed again, making a noise of complaint in his throat.

“I said I have to get a boat, not a paddleboard.”

Adonis looked up at Connor in frustration. He tightened his grip on Connor, dragging him off the dock.

Connor could only laugh. Adonis caught him so that his head didn’t dip beneath the waves. He wrapped his legs around Adonis’s hips and rested his hands on Adonis’s shoulders. “You’re salty about being told no, aren’t you?”

Adonis gazed at Connor through his half-lidded eyes. The annoyance sank out of his expression as he leaned forward, rubbing his cheek against Connor’s. He made his soft cat purr, and he shifted Connor’s body so that he supported the weight with one hand. With the other one free, he reached between them, touching the front of Connor’s trousers.

Connor swallowed, and Adonis’s head tilted down. A moment later, soft lips touched his Adam’s apple. For a terrible moment, Connor feared that Adonis’s teeth would sink in next, but instead, he dragged his tongue over the lump and sucked the skin into his mouth.

Connor shut his eyes, enjoying the sparks that danced up his thighs as Adonis pulled at his trousers, trying to tug them off. Adonis had wanted Connor to put his cock inside of him earlier, and Connor wanted that, too… and he didn’t want it just for the sake of feeling good. He wanted it because he liked Adonis. He was fascinating and cute and lit up Connor’s body like it was on fire. And the feelings he had developed were strong, thrumming inside of Connor now.

Connor cupped Adonis’s face, making him look at Connor.

“You’re not just using me for sex, are you?” Connor asked. Everything about Adonis’s behaviour pointed to the fact that wasn’t the case, but he had to ask anyway. He had to be sure. “I like you. You like me, too, right?”

At the second question, Adonis’s eyes lit up. He nodded eagerly and leaned in, pressing his mouth tight to Connor’s ear. There was a choking sound like something was caught in Adonis’s throat. And then, on his exhale, a very faint “yes.”

Connor’s heart skipped a beat. He turned his face, pressing his mouth against Adonis’s. Adonis went still like he was unsure what Connor was doing, but after a moment, he leaned in hesitantly to Connor. Connor pushed his tongue against the seam of Adonis’s lips, gently parting them.