Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight
A/N: Just a bit of trivia- Adam happens to share a birthday (21st December) with a certain Mr Rathbone. Special mention goes to ArcadianMaggie for telling me that "Adam's birthday falls on the winter solstice. A full moon on that day is called the Wolf Moon." How cool is that?
Also, a little bit of this chapter is for vampireisthenewblack.
We're going to relieve those blue balls ;)
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Chapter 12
It was only a few weeks after Christmas but my birthday was next, two weeks into the new year. I had told my family I didn't want to make a big deal of it, that I would have a party for my twenty first when I could have all my family together. Becca didn't think she'd be able to make it back from college because she had some big assignments to hand in soon and Adam wasn't going to be able to stay long, so I really wasn't in the mood to celebrate.
I had been speaking to Bella more often on the phone and Esme, surprisingly, always wanted to come on the line and say hi. I didn't mind, after Bella she was the one I spent the most time talking to when I was at the Cullen's house. She kept food in the house for me still, it was sweet really.
Adam had arranged to drive down to La Push on Saturday morning to meet me and Carrie was going to follow him down after she had done her private piano lessons for the day. They had arranged to do dinner at the Hawk's house that evening and that was it really, we had left Sunday free in case anything came up but I wasn't that enthusiastic.
Friday the thirteenth. I laughed grimly to myself as I finished off my homework, wishing in a way I had to go somewhere or do something tonight. But Sam wouldn't let me patrol because it was my birthday so I was stuck inside by myself, not wanting to take anyone up on their offers of company. I wanted Adam, and if I couldn't have him then I wanted to be alone. We had only spoken briefly earlier, confirming our plans for the next day and our love for each other before he had to go. I tried not to be too disappointed and failed.
It was only 9.30pm but I considered going to bed. I had done all the work I needed to do for school and I had caught up in all my lessons, there wasn't that much I could read ahead for. I went and took a long shower, trying to wash away my stresses and sadness but it wasn't working. Padding back down the hall to my bedroom I tried to ignore the sounds of the TV from the front room and the sounds of the night outside but I felt fidgety.
Opening my bedroom door, I saw why. He was sat on my bed with his legs crossed, leaning back into my pillows wearing loose jeans and a black hoodie and smiling excitedly. "Adam," I whispered and threw myself at him. He laughed and caught me in his arms, pulling me in close and burying his face in my hair as I wound our limbs around each other.
"Happy Birthday," he said and I opened my eyes to meet his, which were dark with lust and wanting. I pressed my lips to his and he welcomed me in, kissing me back with so much passion and love it made my chest hurt.
"I can't believe you're here," I murmured against his lips. "Does my dad know you're here?"
"Yeah, of course," he said and kissed me again. "He suggested it actually. I'm taking you out."
"Really?" I asked, touched at my dad's idea.
Adam nodded. "I know it's not your birthday until tomorrow, but can I give you your presents now? I want you to have them when there's not other people around."
I nodded enthusiastically and he smiled. "Let me put some clothes on though before I act on this," I gestured to my erection and he snorted. I quickly pulled on a pair of flannel pants before sitting back on the bed, mirroring his position. "Presents!" I demanded, feeling childish and like all the weight had been lifted from my shoulders now he was here. Adam laughed and I could feel the excitement zinging away between us now we were back together.
"They're kinda symbolic," he said, reaching for his backpack on the floor. "But here you go." He gave me a little bundle of gifts, all wrapped in different paper and tied together with silver ribbon. I smiled at him and told him thank you, then ripped into the paper.
The first was an envelope and I carefully pulled out what looked like a doctor's report. "Trust you to pick that one first," he said and blushed. I read the first few lines then looked at him, frowning with confusion. "I went and got blood tests run," he said, still blushing, "You know, to make sure I'm safe. Clean. It means we don't need to use condoms any more."
My eyes widened with realization and I probably blushed too, then leaned forward to capture his mouth with mine. "Wow," I said. "Can we try that later?"
"Yeah," he laughed. "That was the idea." I tried to wrap my head around the idea of sex with Adam without a condom, then tried very hard not to think about it as other things got hard. I opened the next gift instead.
"Oh, wow," I said softly and tried to fight back my emotions. It was a small framed photograph of us, the first picture of the two of us together, taken at Adam's birthday. We had our foreheads pressed together and we were laughing, looking into each other's eyes. I could remember Carrie taking it but he had obviously done something to it with photoshop so the background faded into nothingness and our features stood out sharply. He couldn't have photoshopped the love in there, though, that existed already.
"Do you like it?" he asked and I nodded, leaning over to kiss him again. "No, this one first," he said, taking the cube- shaped gift from my hands and replacing it with another, smaller envelope. I opened it and saw a voucher for Ink'd, Katie's tattoo shop. "It's for that nipple piercing," he said with a wicked grin. "Katie said she'd hold it for as long as you need." I laughed and thanked him, still a bit apprehensive about having a needle stuck through that sensitive skin but liking the idea anyway. "Now this one," he said, giving me back the last gift.
I could tell it was delicate and opened the paper carefully, revealing a perfect miniature cardboard box. It was something Adam must have made himself, it was very detailed and just the sort of thing I could imagine him spending hours perfecting.
"Jake," he said, pulling my attention back to him and his bright eyes, full of emotion. "It's a symbol. I'm coming home."
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Time stood still as I counted my heartbeats. One- two. Three- four. Five- six.
"Really?" I finally stuttered.
He nodded. "Next weekend. I have one more week left of school. Then my mom has arranged for a private tutor for the next couple of months, and I can sit my exams at Forks High. She said to tell you happy birthday."
I held a finger up to him, a silent sign to be quiet, hang on while I grabbed my phone from the pocket of my jeans, which were on the floor. I found the right number and dialed it quickly.
"Hello?"
"Thank you so much," I said, my voice choked as the emotion threatened to spill over.
Carrie laughed. "Any time Jake. Happy birthday, sweetheart."
"I'll see you soon, yeah?"
"Of course," she said, her voice light and sweet.
"I love you, Mom," I whispered and the first tears spilled over.
"I love you too, Jake," she said and I hung up before I said anything more.
"You called her Mom," Adam said as he rolled over towards me.
"Yeah. Is that a problem?"
"No, I like it," he said and kissed me softly. "I can't wait to come home."
I wiped the tears off my face and carefully placed my cardboard box on the little table next to my bed. I knew Adam wanted to go out but I needed a moment with him; I rolled onto my back and pulled him with me so he was laying half on top of me with his head tucked under my chin.
He sighed deeply and we easily found a comfortable position where I could stay like this for hours. Nothing more was needed, I had my boy, in my arms, this was it for me.
After about ten minutes I had a light knock on my door. "Jake?" my dad called. "I thought you were going out tonight."
"We are," I called back. "In a minute."
"Okay, well I'm going to bed. Lock up for me, please?"
"Of course. Goodnight Dad."
"Goodnight, Dad," Adam echoed softly from my chest.
"Goodnight, boys," he said, sounding very amused at us. I kissed Adam's head and nudged us up.
"Come on," I told him. "Let's go have fun."
Fun, it transpired, meant walking down the beach, hand in hand to Adam's house. It was dark out but the moon was bright so we could see pretty clearly and we stopped for long, slow kisses and to play fight along the way. I felt so free, so happy and he seemed to be the same. As soon as we reached the house we went straight up to his bedroom. I wanted him too much, no, I needed him and his increasingly fevered touches and the knowledge that we could make love with no barriers only stoked our mutual desire.
The moment we reached his bedroom Adam unbuttoned the shirt I had put on only thirty minutes previously and nudged it off my shoulders as we both kicked off our shoes, desperate for skin- to- skin contact and to get closer, to create something bigger than just the two of us. To make love.
I helped Adam pull his hoodie off over his head and saw that he hadn't been wearing anything underneath it which was inexplicably hot. I started to nibble at his neck, then down across his collarbone, sweeping my tongue along his skin to taste his familiar salty, smoky flavor as I roughly pushed off his jeans and felt rather than saw that he hadn't been wearing anything under these, either. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, grinding my cock against his through my jeans as I bit down on his nipple.
"Holy fuck, Jake," he gasped and grabbed my head. I pulled back immediately, scared I'd hurt him but he stopped me quickly. "No, I liked it, do it again."
I growled as I realized he liked me being rough on purpose, as well as when it happened just because of our mutual insatiability. Our tongues met again, licking and biting as we kissed and I pulled my own jeans and boxers off until we were stood there in a pile of our own clothes, naked and wrapped around each other as we sought pleasure in the friction of each other's thrusts.
We made our way to the bed, somehow seeking out the horizontal surface instinctively as our conscious thoughts were consumed with each other. I rolled on to my back and Adam pinned me to the cold sheets, bracing his arms either side of me as he rest his hips over mine, kissing me slower now and letting me run my fingertips up and down his sides. The action made him shiver.
I slowly removed my legs from under his and wrapped them around his waist so the gentle rocking of his hips hit a different spot.
"Wait," he said, his voice coming out rougher than normal. "I want you to top me."
"Really?" I asked him, smoothing his hair back from his face and tucking it behind his ear.
"Yeah," he said. His big brown eyes were looking into mine with so much love it took my breath away.
"Okay," I said carefully.
"Unless you don't want to…"
"No," I interrupted him. "I do, I just thought you'd want to do it first."
He laughed and lowered his chest so he could nuzzle in to my neck, kissing the spot just under my ear that drives me fucking crazy. "I do," he said in between kisses. "But I want you to get to feel it first. And Jake? I really want you to make love to me. It's been too long."
I mentally counted back and realized he was right, it had been weeks since I topped for him. When we were together recently I had needed to feel protected by him so he had naturally taken the top, making me feel safe and loved in his arms. Now he needed the same from me.
Very carefully, I rolled him over on to his back so I could pin him to the bed like he had for me. I knew how it felt to have strong arms holding me down, strong thighs wrapped around mine, the freedom of handing over your body to the protection of another. I took the responsibility seriously.
I kissed his lips softly once, twice then again; more little kisses and the sharp sting of teeth along his jaw and a wet tongue down his neck; teeth on his nipples because he liked that, more tongue tracing the strong line between his abs and down to where his cock twitched in anticipation.
I knew I was good at giving head now. There was no hesitation as I licked around the tip of his cock, tasting his familiar flavor before sinking down to take the first part of him in my mouth. I had never deep throated him before, had never tried, instead I worked the top third of his cock as much as I could until he was so wet and desperate he was bucking into my mouth. Then I took the rest of it in my hand and pumped him to the same rhythm of my tongue and he would come hard on my tongue, gasping out my name as I swallowed around him.
"God, Jake," he muttered as he stretched his arms above his head to work out the kinks in his back. "So fucking good."
"Thanks," I said, still a little embarrassed at his praise. He reached over and collected the lube from his nightstand and the feeling of the cool liquid against my naked cock was unbelievable. I hissed in appreciation as he applied plenty of it to my straining dick, then handed me the bottle to prep him.
He rolled back on to the bed and closed his eyes, one arm falling across his face but I knew he was okay. Adam still had a few psychological issues with bottoming but he got over them quickly as long as I was gentle with him. I let him take a few deep breaths to prepare himself as I spread the lube over my first two fingers, then pressed the first one against his opening.
I slid in with practically no resistance and he moaned at the wet intrusion. I kissed his belly button as his cock slowly got hard again underneath my chin, then I licked the head again as I used another finger to prep him.
"Okay?" I asked him softly.
"Mm, good," he said huskily. I chuckled and licked him again, then sat back to press my well- lubed cock against his entrance. I was used to watching his face carefully for any sign of pain as I slowly eased inside him but there was none, only the twisted expression of pleasure as I gently stretched him. "Come here," he said, opening his arms to me.
I repositioned my weight so I was lying on top of him again and he wrapped his legs around my waist and his fingers clasped my head gently, finding my lips as I started to carefully thrust in him.
"How does it feel?" he asked, drawing my attention away from his welfare for the first time. I concentrated on the new sensations; it was hotter, wetter, I could feel more of him now that there were no barriers between us.
"Amazing," I whispered. "Perfect."
He smiled and leaned up to capture my lips again and we kissed slowly, all lips and tongue as we made love in the truest sense. I dropped my forehead to his as my thrusts became shorter and shallower, driving me towards orgasm. Adam was gasping underneath me and I knew he was close as well but I wanted us to finish together.
I wanted to hit his spot, the good spot deep inside him so I unhooked his legs from around my waist and rested his knees in the crook of my elbows, rolling him back slightly so I could find the right angle inside him. I felt it, and knew the moment he did to because he cried out softly and his dick was so hard; I was rubbing against it with each thrust and then I came inside him, so hard, more than ever before and it felt so amazingly good feeling him come with me.
"Oh my god," I murmured as I collapsed on to his chest.
We caught our breath together, kissing the skin closest to where our heads had fallen as our heart rates slowed back to normal.
"Okay?" I asked again as I carefully pulled out of him. He groaned with the sensation but nodded and laughed breathlessly.
"That was unbelievable," he said and I nodded, still snuggled into his chest. Then I realized we needed to clean up.
"Ew," I said quietly and he laughed harder as I reached down to collect a towel from the side of the bed.
"Well, it's certainly messier," he told me and swatted my ass as I leaned over.
"Don't be gross," I scolded him. "I just made love to you. The joining of our bodies and souls and you just talk about the mess? You heathen."
I was teasing and he laughed as I cleaned us both up. "I love you," he told me as soon as I was done and we were back in each other's arms.
"I love you too."
Lying in bed later, I found myself unable to sleep. I didn't want to let go of this night, the connection that was forged between us and only strengthened each time we made love.
"Who's going to be tutoring you?" I asked after a period of prolonged quiet. Adam's head was resting on my stomach and I was measuring the extra quarter of an inch his hair had grown by running it through my fingers. It reached past his shoulder blades now, longer than mine used to be before I cut it all off.
"Hmm. I need to talk to you about that," he said lazily. "You might not like it."
"I don't care," I told him truthfully. "If you're coming home, that's all that matters."
"Okay," he said and yawned, turning his head so he was looking at me. "Esme. Cullen."
"What do you mean, Esme Cullen?" I asked, fighting to keep my voice neutral as my hands stilled their travels.
"Well, my mom found out she's a qualified teacher, she's only ever lectured before at college level but she can teach High School as well."
"You can't, Adam, no, you just can't." I was battling all of my instincts now not to start screaming at him about how dangerous this was, trying to remember previous lessons I had learned about not getting angry.
"This is the reason why I can move back to La Push, Jake, if it weren't for her I would still be living two hours away." Adam sounded upset.
"I want you home, of course I do but I won't put you at risk like this. It's too dangerous baby."
"We've spent time with the Cullens before," he reasoned. I shifted on the bed and he sat up to face me, sitting cross- legged, mirroring my position in front of him.
"When I was there with you!" I interrupted him. "When I was there to protect you. They're vampires, Adam, all it would take is one paper cut and you'd be dead. I can't let you risk that, you're too important to me."
"Alice has offered to be there for support," he said in a small voice. "It wouldn't just be the two of us alone."
I dropped my head in my hands. "Where are you planning on doing this?"
"Their house." I didn't know if that was better or worse than at his house. "The Cullens aren't allowed in La Push."
"No," I agreed, "They're not." I took a few deep breaths, trying to think this through. "I need to talk to Sam about this," I told him.
"It's already been organized, Mom has agreed a price for my tuition and everything."
"Humor me?" I begged, looking up into his eyes. "Please let me think I have a say in this for now."
"Okay," he said and took my hand, bringing it to his lips to brush a kiss against my knuckles.
"Okay," I agreed and leaned in to seal the kiss properly. "You know I'm only doing this because I love you, right?"
"I know," he said and pulled me back down to lay out on the bed, reversing our previous position so my head was on his chest. I relaxed into his embrace. "Did you talk to Sam yet? About quitting phasing?"
"Yeah," I told him and started tracing the pattern of his ink. "He said to prepare myself that it might not be easy at first and my mood swings will likely get worse before they get better, only because I'll be fighting my instinct so much."
"Do you want to do it?"
"I didn't, at first," I admitted, "But I've come to realize that I want to start my life with you and I have a lot of issues I need to let go of to be able to do that."
Adam nodded and ran his fingertips lightly over my frowning eyebrows, then down to brush against my lips. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand which was glowing 12.20am. "Hey, we're both eighteen," he said with a cheeky smile. "You know what that means?"
"No," I said, shuffling up the bed to lay on the pillow next to him. "What?"
"We're adults," he teased, pulling me into his arms. "Do you want to run away and join some utopian commune?"
"Gay utopian commune?" I asked and kissed the tip of his nose.
"Absolutely not," he said, mock horrified. "I'm not sharing you."
"Good. I don't want to be shared."
"Plus, we've always got San Francisco." I laughed and reached down for my favorite fleece blanket to cover us.
"That we do," he said and tangled our legs together. Adam smoothed my hair back away from my face and kissed my cheek softly, his eyelashes tickling my skin as he lingered there. "I never knew I could love someone like this," he said in a quiet voice. I squeezed him harder.
"I think it's different," I admitted. "It's more than being in love, it's more than imprinting even." We shifted on the bed so we were lying face to face again. "Remember the first time you met my sisters? And I asked Rachel if her and Paul had that connection where they think the same thing sometimes?"
"Yeah," he said, searching my eyes. "It's grown."
"I know," I told him. "We have a deeper connection that any of the other pack who have imprinted on a girl. And I think it's because from your mother's side, you were supposed to be a werewolf too. You were supposed to imprint on me back and each time that love gets reflected from one of us to the other, it gets stronger."
"It's a nice idea," he agreed.
"No, it's more than that," I argued lightly. "I keep waiting for the way I feel about you to become normal. But it doesn't. Every time I look at you I love you more."
"I feel the same way," he promised.
"And I know you feel the same way," I laughed.
"Will it be like this forever?" he said, his eyes dropping closed from the tiredness.
"I hope so," I told him and followed him into sleep.
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I woke up early the next morning and left Adam sleeping while I ran out to Sam's. I didn't want to leave him, especially when he looked so peaceful in sleep but I knew I wouldn't be able to relax until I'd talked things through with my Alpha.
I debated internally about phasing to run out to his house or driving; running shaved about 10 minutes off the time of the journey but I was supposed to be quitting. In the end I decided to do it, mainly because I couldn't be bothered to shower and dress before going out in the car. I felt guilty as I ran but forced myself to shake it off. I needed a clear head for the conversation.
Sam and Emily were alone when I arrived and I felt guilty for interrupting their Saturday morning but Emily welcomed me with a hug and a 'happy birthday'.
"Thanks," I said and squeezed her tighter. I had forgotten about my birthday with all of the stress over Adam- he was at the front of my mind all the time now. "I'm sorry to come out so early…" It was barely 6am but she was up and dressed.
"Don't worry," she waved me off. "I'm getting up early at the moment anyway."
I took a seat in the kitchen as Emily started breakfast and Sam came in to join us. "What's up, Jake?" he said warily as he sat down. I thought of asking him what was going on with him, he looked like shit and had deep bags under his eyes. But it was none of my business, so I let it go.
"Carrie has asked Esme Cullen to tutor Adam through the last few months of high school," I said bluntly. "They're moving back to La Push next weekend and starting his tutoring a week Monday."
"Great," he muttered and ran his hands through his hair. Emily came over and set mugs of coffee down in front of us both; Sam snaked his arm out around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap. Emily squeaked a bit in surprise, then enveloped him in a big hug.
"Are you guys, you know, okay?" I asked hesitantly, still not wanting to intrude.
"We're fine, thanks Jake," Emily said and kissed Sam on the forehead. "Just working through some stuff. Don't worry."
"Okay," I said quickly.
"Right, Adam," Sam said in his 'business voice' as Emily hopped off his lap to finish making breakfast. "Esme. School." He ran his hands over his face again. "How about supervising the lessons?"
"I don't know how Adam would feel about that," I said cautiously. "And Alice has offered to sit in and watch out for him."
"Okay," Sam said slowly, taking a mouthful of coffee. "What have you two discussed so far?"
"I've told him I'm not happy about it," I said, "And told him I'd talk to you. I don't know what wins; my desire to keep him safe or my need to have him home. I want both."
"Of course you do," Sam smiled over his mug. He seemed happier now he had coffee. "I know you wanted to come to me about this and thanks, I appreciate you thinking of me first, but what would you do if I weren't about?"
"What do you mean? Are you leaving?" I was instantly worried.
"No," he shook his head. "I'm not leaving, I'm just trying to get you to think outside the box. Who's the next person who you could go to?"
"My dad," I said automatically but Sam shook his head.
"Billy stays separate from the pack," he said carefully. "We've kept it that way on purpose. He's too important to this community and to you as a father. Who else?"
I spent a moment thinking about his comment about my dad and realized he was right, Dad never got involved in pack business, that was Sam's job. Sam must have had someone in mind to push me like this, and I tried to think of who else. Obviously not Carrie, she didn't know enough; maybe one of my brothers but they wouldn't necessarily give me a definite answer even though they could help me think it through, not Bella but maybe…
"Doc Cullen," I said suddenly. "He, well, he knows shit."
"That's what I was thinking," Sam nodded, smiling now. "He knows more about Esme's strength and restraint than anyone else and he knows what Alice is capable of. They've probably already discussed what they're going to do to make Adam comfortable and most importantly, how they're going to keep him safe.
"The Cullens don't hunt humans," he said frankly. "We exist to stop their kind hunting our tribe, but we've spent enough time working alongside Doc's family to know that they're not going to come down and slaughter our entire town. We will continue to exist because I don't trust the rest of their kind and as long as they live in Forks, we're at risk."
Emily came and sat with us, sticking a plate of bacon and eggs in front of each of us with her own plate of toast. "You need to widen your circle of people you trust, Jake," she said as we all started to eat. "One day soon you're not going to have the protection of the pack and La Push is an incredibly insular community."
I hummed in agreement. "Adam wants to move to California for college," I said, remembering I hadn't discussed this with them before.
"You'll like it there," Emily said with a smile, munching on her toast.
"We'll probably end up in the San Francisco area," I said absently.
"Well, you've only got six months left of school and then you're going to need to make those kind of decisions," Sam said.
"Are you going to apply for college?" Emily asked.
"No," I shook my head. "I could, my grades are good enough now but I want to do something different. Education never really agreed with me."
She laughed. "Mechanics?"
"Probably. I'm hoping to get an apprenticeship."
"I wouldn't say this to many people, but I think getting out of this town will be good for you."
"Thanks," I smiled, getting up to dump my dishes in the sink. "I'm going to go home and find Adam, then go out to see the Doc. I'll call you later and tell you how it goes?"
"Figure this one out yourself, Jake," Sam said, laughing now. "Just go with your instincts. You'll be surprised how often they're right."
I ran home to Adam and crept back into bed just as Adam started to wake up.
"Mm, where did you go?" he mumbled sleepily.
"I needed to talk to Sam," I said, rubbing his bare back to reassure him. "It's okay, I wasn't gone long."
"I missed you," he said and I rearranged myself on the bed so he could snuggle into my shoulder.
"I was only gone for half an hour," I laughed. "And you were sleeping."
"I still missed you," he argued sleepily. "I know when you're gone, even if I am asleep."
"Love you," I told him as he fell back to sleep on my chest. I couldn't nap again now, I had too much to think about. But I kept rubbing his back as he slept and it made me feel better that I could comfort him like this.
The weight of him sleeping on top of me solidified me somehow, like he was the anchor of reason pulling me back from the cliff edge our relationship seemed to dance along. My thoughts were fractured as I lay there, watching my boyfriend sleep. It scared me that we would never get the time back that we had been forced to spend apart, even though we had the rest of our lives ahead of us. I was at once terrified at what was to come and desperate for the next six months to hurry up. And I was desperately horny for him again.
Adam shifted in his sleep, snoring slightly and kicking off the blanket so his bare ass was exposed to the world. His arm was wrapped around my waist and tucked under my ribs, holding me close as I memorized the way his skin felt, the dents and curves of his muscular back. He must have spent lot of time working out up in Neah Bay; he was more toned now than when he left.
Around eight thirty I felt him start to stir, then sure enough he was hard and rubbing against my thigh, which only made me hard. He woke up slowly, grinding himself into my leg to try and find some relief and I wondered why I was acting like a fucking gentleman. Oh yeah, because I fucked him senseless last night.
"Mornin," I whispered, kissing his hair. He hummed and kissed up my jaw until he found my lips.
"Good morning, handsome," he said teasingly and shamelessly humped my leg some more.
"What are our plans for this morning?" I asked, purposefully distracting him. For fun, no other reason.
"Mutual masturbation?" he said in an innocent voice and I choked on a laugh.
"Sure," I said lightly as soon as I had recovered.
"Great!" he had far too much enthusiasm for someone who had just woken up. It was unnatural. He rolled over to grab the lube, then rolled back and poked at me until I was lying facing him on my side. "Give me your hand," he said, staring pointedly at my crotch where I was rubbing myself lightly. I chuckled and held my hand out; he placed a glob of lube in my palm then did the same for himself.
Adam's hand went straight to his cock and I ogled him as his hand slid easily up and down his shaft. I copied his movements almost instinctively, more interested in the sight of him jerking off than finding my own pleasure. After a few long (long) moments of watching him I caught his eye and blushed- I had been caught staring.
Adam smirked at me and leaned in for a light kiss as his hand picked up pace and he looked down to watch me. This was stupidly hot. I mean, we'd been having sex for months and I'd been rubbing off my morning glory for fucking years, why was doing this together so exciting?
He leaned in and captured my lips in his as he came over my stomach and the feeling of his hot release on my skin triggered my own orgasm.
"Wow," I whispered against his lips.
"I'd say," he agreed.
"Shower," we said together and cracked up laughing.
