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ADAM

W e stumbled into River’s place, our lips locked in a desperate dance of tongues and warm breath. My hands roamed his body with a need I couldn’t recall ever possessing, greedily pulling him closer. Each caress from him ignited a fire that had been smoldering since this morning when he’d worshipped my ass like it was the best meal he’d ever had.

“Adam,” he murmured between kisses. His hands were just as eager, exploring my back and slipping beneath my shirt to trace the skin he found there.

All day, I’d thought about the way he’d rimmed me, the way my body sang with pleasure, and the anticipation from his promise to let me bottom for him.

We left a trail of discarded clothes on our way to the bedroom.

“River,” I gasped when we finally broke apart for air, my voice raspy with desire. “I haven’t stopped thinking about, about…you know.”

“I need words, Adam.”

“And I need you to fuck me, River.” There, I said it.

His eyes, framed by dark lashes, met mine. “Are you sure?” His voice was soft yet firm.

“More than anything,” I whispered, and it was true. I’d done my research. I knew it would hurt, and that scared me, mostly because I was afraid that, in the end, I wouldn’t be able to do it. At the same time, I knew nothing had ever felt more right than being with River, surrendering to the pull I suspected had always existed between us but I’d been blind to.

“Get on the bed and hold your legs up to your chest,” he commanded.

I practically jumped on it, my hard cock slapping against my heated skin. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

My heart hammered as he lowered himself to me, going straight for the kill. I cried in pleasure when he ran his tongue from my hole all the way up to the head of my cock. When he sucked it to the back of his throat, I almost jumped off the bed.

“River!” I cried.

“You taste so fucking good, baby.”

“Nghnn, you have to stop that, or I’ll come before we have a chance to get things going.”

He chuckled as he kissed my hole, pulling back with a soft blow that failed to cool my heated skin. “Oh, things are definitely going.”

My body felt like it was on the verge of something world-changing, but I could feel his hesitance in the way his fingers traced patterns on my skin.

“Adam,” he said. “I think we should wait.”

I stilled at his words.

No. Waiting was not an option. Not when every fiber of my being was alight with the need to be with him like this.

“River,” I breathed out, my resolve hardening as I pulled him closer so we could be face-to-face. “I can’t wait. I’ve never been so sure about anything.”

The truth was, I craved the intimacy, the connection from having him fill me. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed to find out how that felt.

He studied me, his eyes searching for a gap in my resolve. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Go on…”

“Top me first. If neither of us comes, then…then, I’ll top you.”

I saw the challenge in his eyes. Daring me to a game of patience and control. It didn’t matter how it ended because every outcome was a win for me.

“All right,” I agreed, though every inch of me screamed to be claimed by him instead. “You know how competitive I can be. You’re on.”

He kissed me gently. “I do know how competitive you can be. It’s one of the things I find so appealing about you. You don’t give up even when all evidence points otherwise.”

“So, I’m basically stubborn.”

“If the hat fits.”

My hands roamed his back, mapping every curve and dip of muscle until I was able to grope his ass and separate his cheeks. I ran my finger down his crease until I felt the puckered skin of his hole. “I’m going to own this tonight.”

“Adam,” he breathed out, his voice threaded with that same need that pulsed through my veins.

He closed his eyes when I pressed my finger as though I were trying to get inside him. I wouldn’t without lube, but watching his lips tremble with the need for more, I was suddenly all on board with the new plan.

I flipped us over until he was the one on his back. I went down on his cock, savoring the saltiness of his skin. The unique flavor that was unmistakably River. His cock was hard against my tongue, leaking precum that I lapped up greedily. Who knew cock could taste so good?

But then, amid the haze of arousal, a practical thought flickered to life. “Condoms. Do you have any?”

“In the bedside table. Lube too.” His voice was thick with arousal, now laced with impatience.

I pulled away just enough to fish out the needed items, the packet crinkling in my eager hands. He watched me, eyes darkened with want and something deeper, something that made my heart stutter.

Lubricant in hand, I squeezed some on my fingers, circling his entrance before pushing one inside. He squirmed, soft moans escaping his lips. “Adam,” he breathed out, each syllable laced with pleasure.

“God, River,” I breathed, my own arousal spiraling out of control.

When he started moving against my finger, I added a second.

“Curl your fingers up like this,” he said, showing me what he meant. As soon as I did it, he almost jumped off the bed like he’d been electrocuted.

“What happened? Did I hurt you?” I asked, pulling out.

“Fuck no. Please do that again. With three fingers.”

I did, and River’s reaction was the same. Every time my fingers brushed over the spongy button inside, he completely lost it.

“Fuck, that’s your prostate, isn’t it?”

He nodded, biting his lower lip, his breath coming in short bursts. “I’m ready. Fuck, I’m so ready, baby.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, and with a trembling hand, I suited up and aligned with his body. The push into him was slow, deliberate, forcing me to take in every shred of sensation—the scorching heat, the velvety tightness. It was unlike anything I had ever felt, this overwhelming sense of rightness as I became part of him in the most intimate way.

“Adam…” he whispered, his voice cracking on my name. As I began to move, I realized this wasn’t just physical. Every thrust into him was the culmination of every unspoken word, every shared glance was the beginning of something irreversible, and I never wanted it to end.

We fell into a rhythm punctuated by the sound of skin slapping against skin while the rest of the world faded away.

“Adam,” he gasped, his voice hitching as I hit that perfect spot inside him, “it’s…incredible.”

“I feel it too, River. Fuck, I feel it.” All those years of friendship were funneling into this singular moment, transforming into something deeper, something fierce and unbreakable.

Fuck. I want to feel him inside me too.

I wanted to know how it felt to have River move inside me, his strong body over mine, claiming me. But as I watched his expression flicker between delight and sheer bliss, I realized that before I got there, I needed to give this to him.

I adjusted my angle, seeking that perfect depth, as River threw his head back. He held on to my arms, and my eyes narrowed on his beautiful tattoo of the coffee molecule peeking out from under his left arm. Chemistry. It seemed oddly fitting because we had plenty of it.

“Keep going,” he urged, his legs tightening around me.

And I did. I lost myself in the push and pull, the heat, the friction, and the mounting pressure at the base of my spine. Soon, my moans matched his, echoing off the walls of his bedroom.

“River, I’m—” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. The world narrowed to the explosive sensation ripping through me, drawing out my orgasm. It hit me like a tidal wave, intense and all-consuming. His body tensed beneath me as he followed suit.

We were panting, sweating, our hearts beating wildly out of sync yet somehow perfectly aligned. Collapsing beside him, I reached for his hand, intertwining our fingers.

“Thank you,” I whispered as I kissed every knuckle on his hand. “that was more than perfect.” I wanted to say more, but the only words I had for how I felt were way too big.

Whether as friends or lovers, we’d crossed a threshold tonight.

“You have no idea how perfect it was for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice stuck in his throat, and there it was, that endearment that made my heart sing every time he called me that.

He'd orchestrated the perfect date. We’d laughed with new friends, bonding over our shared Portuguese heritage, which River had experienced first-hand with my family.

It’d been thoughtful, so damn thoughtful, in the way only River could manage.

“Today was amazing,” I said as I got rid of the condom and stepped into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean the mess we made. No way I was changing the sheets again.

“Because it was with you,” he replied when I lay beside him. He wrapped his arms around me tight, like he never wanted to let me go.

“This scares me, you know?” I confessed.

“It scares me too, Adam. More than you know.”