I'm not happy with this chapter. I can't give it the feel that I'm looking for so I'm making due with this.
The Reality
Heat. He became aware of it in stages. First, he felt it next to his hip. It touched his back and then his hair.
Half-asleep, he turned toward it, wanting to arch into it.
Something rough brushed against his cheek, traced the line of his eyebrow before skipping down his nose. It brushed across the upper curve of his lip, hesitating on the bow.
He moaned softly. He kept his eyes closed, his nerve endings tingling and skin pebbling. After being alone for so long, he was happy to feel again.
The feeling moved down his neck and he shuddered. Tracing his collarbone and leaving goose bumps in its wake.
He made another noise and this time he heard a response. "Shhh," the voice whispered.
Adam's voice. He has had this dream before and knows that it will end when he opened his eyes. So he kept them closed.
The hand stopped on his shoulder and pressed gently in a semblance of a hug before withdrawing. He whimpered.
The body moved away and he grabbed for it reflexively. Smooth skin covering hard muscles. Male. Adam's skin – he knew it from the feel. Those sparring sessions they'd had over the years were good for something besides practice.
His eyes flew open and he stared into Adam's eyes. They were glowing bright from the hallway light. Adam had raised off the bed and was in mid-stand. Rocky's hand was on Adam's wrist, and he wasn't going to let go.
He tugged Adam forward and braced for a fist, but he needed to feel Adam at least once. Adam leaned forward until their lips met. Oh, God. Instant flame between them. His mouth was skillful moving against Rocky's and he thrust his tongue deep into Rocky's mouth.
Rocky moaned at the sensations, pressing closer to feel Adam's body straining against his. It wasn't a comfortable position. He was sitting on the bed and had pulled Adam forward, who had braced himself on the mattress so he wouldn't fall. Rocky wrestled with the sheet, covering his lap. He needed to be closer to Adam.
His breath heaved, his desire rising in a rush. One of Adam's hands was stroking his back and Rocky was touching as much of Adam as he could manage.
God, he was on fire. He wrenched his mouth away from the one moving erotically against his. He turned on the bedside light as an excuse to regain his composure and tried to calm his breathing.
He wanted to turn toward Adam but gave himself a minute. Finally, he did. Adam was still half-standing, frozen in place, skin flushed pink. His eyes were heavy with some emotion that Rocky couldn't decipher what it was. Rocky tugged him down beside him, hips touching. And if that little touch could make him shudder, he couldn't imagine what more of that heat would cause him to do.
Rocky opened his mouth but Adam beat him to it.
"Do you want me?"
Yes. Oh God, yes. But why now? Adam had been acting strange all evening and now he was in Rocky's bed. He started to say it, to say anything but he was shocked to hear something totally different come out of his mouth. "Only if you mean it. Don't play with me."
The heat in Adam's eyes deepened and Rocky's stomach fluttered.
"Do you trust me?"
He hesitated, thinking it through even when his body was screaming for him to agree. Did he trust Adam? He had and did trust the other man to save his life. But did he trust Adam not to break his heart? He didn't know but it would be enough for tonight.
"Yes," he whispered, "I trust you."
And if it meant seeing that look on Adam's face, he would say it anytime. His heart skipped a beat and though it was a dramatic thought, he knew that the rhythm of his heart would never be the same. It would always skip when Adam was near and if he never had another chance to be this close to him, he would always remember it.
Neither man moved, content to look at one another. Rocky leaned forward and pressed his lips to Adam's throat. His whole body jolted at the contact so Rocky did it again. He sucked, licked, and kissed the long, tanned expanse of skin.
He bit gently at the curve of Adam's shoulder, laughing when he found himself flat on his back with Adam on his side, looking down at him.
Adam laid a palm on his chest, the nervousness apparent in the dark eyes.
Worried, Rocky cupped Adam's cheek and stroked the raspy flesh. "We don't have to…."
"It's not that," he said and pulled the sheet off Rocky completely. He hooked his finger under the waistband of Rocky's boxers. The feel of that finger, just touching his lower stomach made him hard.
"Can I take these off? I'd like to see you."
Lord. Those two lines were instant overload to his system. Wordlessly, he lifted his hips and helped Adam slide off the boxers. He couldn't speak. He could barely hear through the roaring in his ears.
Oh, God. Adam slid on top of him, his boxers gone, too. He lined up their lower bodies and rocked his hips rhythmically.
Rocky was babbling – he didn't know what he was saying but it was driving Adam wild. His hands slid around to cup Adam's hips and Adam bit his earlobe in retaliation.
His body shivered and shook with wild abandon and Adam did it again and again until all Rocky could see was Adam. All he could feel was Adam and all he could hear was the other man's heavy breaths, moans, and whispered words. Even when they were joined in the most intimate of ways, all he could do was burn.
They both exploded in waves of pleasure and Rocky was left with words he'd never expected to hear echoing in his ears before they slept.