Monday, June 20th, dawned to a hot, humid day. Clouds dotted the sky, but they held no threat.
It looked like an auto repair shop had exploded on the Helmsley's driveway. Hunter had laid out a couple of canvas tarps and Roman had parked the red shoe car on them. Tools were strewn around in a form of chaotic organization.
Roman's legs stuck out from under the front of the car, while Dean's stuck out from the back. Roman was now glad he'd kept the two lifting plates his uncle had given him.
Hunter had gone to the auto parts store with a long list from Roman. Roman planned on replacing every filter, hose fitting and drop of fluid.
When they had drained out the oil, Roman knew AJ had taken good care of the car, still replacing everything was the best thing to do. Dean completely agreed.
Shawn and Adam had gone grocery and supply shopping. They had taken Kenny along for his packing skills. Kenny could get more stuff in one box or cooler than anyone Shawn had ever met.
Seth and Chris were in Chris' home office. They had Chris' mini weather station going fast and furious. They were lost in the forecast for the next days chase. There was a lot riding on it, mainly the lives of Chris and Adam Jericho.
Roman slid out from under the car. He grinned when a cold bottle of water appeared before his eyes. Roman took the bottle.
"Thanks, D. Sit with me?" Roman patted the canvas covered driveway. He took a deep drink of water.
Dean sat down next to Roman. He unzipped his coveralls a bit, then sipped his own water. "He actually took good care of her. I'm a little worried about the hydraulic anchor on the left rear. I want you to look at it. The others look really good."
Roman gave a nod. "Okay. Those anchors are important. Who ever he hired to weld on the armor plating was good. I have to say, AJ didn't spare any expense in the construction. Maybe that's why she looks like crap. He spent all his money on the build, not the cosmetics." He was very impressed at how well the work on the car had been done. It truly surprised Roman.
Dean swallowed another sip of water. "I agree. Maybe we will have time to give her a good wax job, at least make the old girl shine. I think they used at least three shades of red paint." He laughed lightly. The outside of the car was terrible, but looks weren't the most important thing.
"We'll see. I may be too tired to wax after all this. It's so damn humid..." Roman too unzipped his coveralls.
Roman spoke again. "I hope Hunter can find everything. It was quite a list." He also worried about the cost.
Dean stretched out his legs. "I am sure he will. Seth must be in heaven. Must be nice to have a radar on your roof." He'd looked up when he heard the motor of the radar, it had turned a bit on the roof of the Jericho's house.
Roman chuckled. "Well, a very used radar. Seth had to do a lot of adjustments for Chris. Poor Seth, he can make a computer dance, but he can't tell a socket wrench from a crescent wrench."
Dean laughed. "So true. Well, we can't do much more till she drains out everything. Want a sandwich or something?" His tummy rumbled as he spoke.
"Yes, please. Ham and cheese?" Roman was hungry too. Dean made the simplest sandwich into a feast.
Dean kissed Roman's cheek. "One ham and cheese coming up. Coffee or cola?" He asked as he stood.
"Coffee, please. Oh and don't forget to take off your coveralls and boots. Adam will have a fit if you track oil on his floor." Roman called out just in time to remind Dean to remove his boots.
When Dean got inside, Seth was in the kitchen. He waited for the coffee to finish. "Hey, D. How's it goin' out there?" Seth asked with a kiss to Dean's cheek.
Dean leaned back against the counter. "It's good. He really took care of the shoe and all the armor modifications are very well done. The only issue is a hydraulic problem on the left rear anchor. Roman will look at it. How's the forecast going?"
Seth poured a couple of cups of the finished coffee. "Really good. We're fairly sure there will be a tornado tomorrow, but you know how it is. No promises in weather forecasting." He watched as Dean began to make two sandwiches.
Dean chuckled. "True dat. Want a sandwich? I'm making one for Ro." Dean looked at Seth, brow arched.
"No, thanks. Have fun, gotta get this to the boss." Seth picked up the cups, kissed Dean then went back to the office.
Dean finished making the sandwiches. He was glad Adam had told him to use the tomatoes and lettuce from the garden. He filled the two insulated coffee mugs then took it all out to Roman. He would put his boots and overalls back on after lunch.
Roman thanked Dean with a kiss. As they ate their lunch, they talked more about the red shoe. Halfway through their break, Hunter returned.
Hunter got out of the Scout. "Got it all. Had to go to four places, but I got it." He opened the tailgate of the truck and began to unloaded another box.
"Thanks, Hunter. Sorry you had to run around so much. Why did you get three cases of motor oil?" Roman was surprised when he saw how much Hunter had bought.
Hunter laughed. "It was on sale. By two get one. We can always use it, eventually. I also got extra bulbs and fuses for all the vehicles. Never hurts to have them." Hunter explained as he unloaded yet another carton.
Roman finished his sandwich. "Good idea, the bulb supply was low. Say, I've been wondering, what about insurance on the red shoe? There are several data collections devices that are worth money."
"Not to worry. In order for the car to be shipped, we had to add it to the company policy. We own it officially, or will when we get the title in the mail. But legally it's ours… well, Jericho Storm Chase, Incorporated." Hunter explained as he put on his own coveralls.
Dean put on his coveralls and boots. Roman slid back under the front of the car. Hunter and Dean slid under the back. Hunter wanted to look at the hydraulic anchor in question.
An hour after Hunter had returned, Shawn, Adam and Kenny got back from their shopping trip. Chris and Seth came out to help carry. Some went to the Jericho's house, the rest went to Shawn's.
"We have to stop for ice when we leave tomorrow. We get too used to motel machines." Adam stated with a laugh as he put lunch meats in the fridge.
"Not a problem, Kitten. Baby… I..." Chris was halted by Adam's fingers on his lips.
"I know what you are going to say, babe, but don't, just don't. If you are going to do this, I am doing it with you. We ride together, we die together. Don't ask me to stay behind again. I have every confidence in you. I owe it to AJ too, Chris. He only got mixed up with Morrison because of me. I don't feel guilty about six years ago, but I do feel a bit guilty for AJ. I want to do this for him. Together, my Lion. Always together." Adam leaned in and kissed Chris with all his love.
Chris sighed and held Adam in his rams. "Together. But, promise me one thing. When we are in that car, you do exactly what I say, when I say. I can't waste time answering why. Understand?" His blue eyes bore into Adam's hazel eyes. Chris wanted Adam to understand he meant what he said.
Adam nodded as he nuzzled into Chris' neck. "I will, my Lion. I know you wouldn't do anything to bring me harm. Besides, I promised to obey when we got married. Thank you for understanding. Now, if you want spaghetti for dinner, I have to start cooking."
Chris let his husband go so fast, it made Adam spin on his heels. The couple laughed. After a kiss, Chris went back to his office. He wanted to burn the road system into his brain.
In the Helmsley's house, Kenny helped Shawn chop vegetables for their dinner. "You're really worried about tomorrow, aren't you?" Kenny asked as his knife split a carrot.
Shawn cut a potato. "Yes, I am. Those boys are sons to us. However, I understand it. I'd want to… well… go with Hunter. I watched Adam fall apart six years ago when he thought Chris had been killed. I am not sure I could pull him back again. If something bad is going to happen… it's better that they are together. I am sure you understand what I mean. However, if anyone can pull this off, it's Chris Jericho. I keep thinking of the fantastic video Adam will get, and the valuable data Chris will collect." Shawn took out his feelings with a rather violent chop to an errant potato.
Kenny put down his knife and laid a hand on the preacher's shoulder. "It's alright, Shawn. I do understand. It terrifies me every time Kota gets on those planes to Japan and back. Like you said, Chris knows what he is doing. Hunter will be there for you."
Shawn smiled at Kenny. "Thanks, son. You have a very calming way about you. I bet that comes from Kota. Yes, I'd be a lost mess without Hunter. Say, how is Kota? I do hope to meet him one day." They continued to chat as they chopped. Shawn was going to make a chicken pot pie.
Out in the driveway, Hunter, Roman and Dean sat on the canvas and took a water break. "That was a good idea, Roman. That anchor works perfectly now. What made you think of it?" Hunter asked with a sip of water.
"Well, I wondered why it didn't work. It wasn't bent, and there was no leak in the hydraulic line. No visible reason for it not to work. Then I thought, maybe something was blocking it. When we took it apart and found that tiny rock, I knew that was it. It probably got sucked up when he raised the anchors and it settled in the fluid." Roman gave a shrug.
"You were right. Well done, Roman. So what do you think? Will it work?" Hunter asked in the most serious tone of voice Roman and Dean had ever heard him use.
"I won't give my final opinion until I test her and all the safety devices. However, it looks good." Roman was honest. He wanted to test drive the car before he approved it for the chase tomorrow.
Dean nodded in agreement. "Chris needs to ride with you and needs to drive her." He was just as firm.
"Absolutely. Then he and Adam need to drive it. Adam needs to learn how to set the anchors and other things. All while filming. I wish it had passenger room, then I could film so Adam could concentrate on other things." Dean spoke with a sigh.
"I know that, Dean. But, even if there was a backseat, I wouldn't allow it, nor would the University allow it. Not sure your husbands would allow it either. Dean, you will have an extremely important job. You will be filming it. If they manage it, it will be history, and that history has to be filmed." Hunter wanted to build Dean up. He knew the young man felt a bit left out.
Dean gave a low growl. "You're forgetting, Kevin Nash has already driven his tank into a tornado. So, it won't be history. I understand, Hunter, I do. I don't have to like it though."
Hunter looked at Dean. "Well, that is true about Nash. But, he doesn't have film of the tank being hit by the tornado. So, you will capture history. And no, Dean you don't have to like it. Sometimes, I don't like being your University sponsor. I have to do things or stop things that I wouldn't do otherwise." He wanted Dean to understand his position.
Dean turned sheepish. "I'm sorry, Hunter. I forget about the tie to the University sometimes. I also forget that you're… well… our boss, so to speak. You can count on me to get the best video I can. The history doesn't matter, the data does." Dean leaned across Roman and shook Hunter's hand.
Hunter smiled and shook Dean's hand warmly. "Not your boss, your adviser. Now, let's get her back together and test her out." The three men went back to work. All they had left to do was to refill all the fluids, then they would finally be done.
Roman had stayed silent during the exchange between Dean and Hunter. Now he finally had a chance to speak to Dean alone. Hunter had gone inside to use the restroom.
"Dean, I was proud of you, still am. I mean how well you took what Hunter said. If you really wanted to ride in the red shoe, if you could, I mean… Seth and I wouldn't stop you. We would worry and be scared shitless, but we would never stop you like that. As you said, we might not like it, but we would support you. We love you, D. Together, always." Roman spoke with honesty and deep love. He gave Dean a kiss filled with that love.
Dean smiled into the kiss. "I knew all that, Ro. But, it is very good to hear you say it. It would be the same for me. I will never step on yours or Seth's dreams. I love you and Seth, Ro. Together, always." He returned Roman's kiss as Hunter joined them again.
Kenny had dinner with the Helmsley's and the college students at with the Jericho's. Roman and Dean wanted to go over things about the red shoe, and dinner was the perfect time.
"… so, Adam will have to set the anchors, while you activate the armor shields. AJ did it by himself, but it had to be a struggle. I think that's why he never took a hit." Dean explained with a shrug.
Adam looked confused. "How would that cause him to miss a direct hit?" He put more spaghetti on Chris' plate, then Roman's.
Chris grinned. "I know. Seth?" He looked at his student with expectation.
Seth brow crinkled, then smoothed as he realized what Chris meant. "He couldn't make adjustments. Because he had to stop, set the anchors and lower the shields, he had to stay put. With two people, it will be faster, so Chris has time to adjust the position of the shoe. Sometimes, a quarter of a mile can mean a hit or miss."
"Ding, ding, ding, give my student the prize. Exactly right, Seth. Four hands are always better than two in a car like that. Roman, I want to take a drive after dinner. Then, my dear Kitten, we will take her out. I've also been thinking, depending on how tomorrow goes, we may permanently add the shoe to the armada. Seth can run the Row and with Kenny here, that means Dean can ride with Hunter. I haven't decided yet." Chris spoke proudly to Seth, then he addressed the others.
Adam put more spaghetti on Dean and Seth's plates. "You will figure it out. Dean would do great with Hunter and he can fire the probes. Eat up, I do not want leftovers." He put more food on his own plate.
Later, everyone gathered in the Helmsley's driveway. They had all pitched in to wash and wax AJ's red shoe. The chore went very fast with eight men. When they finished there were still several hours of summer daylight left.
"Roman, let's take her out. We can go over to the campus. They have that abandoned military test track. Good area to practice setting her down. Then, I will drive for a while. Adam, we will be back for you. Bring your camera so you can practice. If neither of us feels comfortable, we won't try tomorrow. All agreed?" Chris spoke as the team leader, Adam by his side.
The six other men looked at each other. "Agreed." Was spoken in unison. They watched with anticipation as Roman started the red shoe car. She sounded as smooth as silk. Roman drove Chris toward the University.
"… yes, a car looks kind of like a red shoe. Dr. Jericho will be testing it… Thanks, Chief Peterson, just thought you needed to know…. Thank you, you have a good evening as well." Hunter ended the call that he'd made on his cell phone.
Adam chuckled. "I think Chris forgot about the Campus Police. Good thinking, Professor Helmsley."
"They would have wondered what was going on. Chief Peterson was fine with it. He's a good man. He belongs to our church." Hunter explained as he sat in a lawn chair.
Seth, Dean and Kenny tossed a football around the yard. Shawn made some lists for tomorrow. Adam had gone in to get his camera. When Adam returned, he smiled. Mitch and Mike Johnson had joined the impromptu football game.
"Those are two good boys. Our lawns have never looked better. They are good with our gardens too." Shawn spoke softly to Adam. He was glad to see Seth and Dean interacting with the twins, Kenny too.
Adam nodded. "Yes, they are good boys. They work hard. I hope their father gets better. Even though the stroke was minor in medical terms, it's still traumatic, especially for teenage boys. It must run in the family, Missus Johnson's husband had a stroke too, and was younger than his brother, the twins dad." Adam fiddled with his camera as he spoke.
Shawn looked over at Hunter. Hunter puffed absentmindedly on a cigar, and was lost in thought Shawn nudged Adam, then indicated for the blond to look at Hunter as well.
"He is in science mode. Hunter has been trying to figure something out with rockets and Roman's theory. He showed me some report or something that Doctor at the hobby shop in Grand Island gave him. It might as well have been written in Russian. I hope he figures it out." Shawn gave Adam a shrug. He loved that Hunter was so smart, but, it also worried him. Sometimes, Hunter tended to work to obsession on some things.
Adam smiled. He understood the look in Shawn's eyes. He had the same concerns about Chris. "He will, Shawn. Chris won't be happy until he gets that car into a tornado. We are married to very stubborn men. I wouldn't change a thing." He gave Shawn a wink.
Roman and Chris returned. Chris had driven the car back to the Helmsley's. When the got out of the red shoe, they both had smiles on their faces.
"She runs like a dream, an absolute dream. Roman, take Hunter first, I want to talk to Adam about the car. Come back in an hour." Chris was as excited as a child on Christmas morning.
Hunter stamped out his cigar. The others held in their chuckles as the man worked his broad shoulders and muscular frame into the smaller car. It was a tight fit, but Hunter finally managed to close the passenger door.
"Poor Hunter, now you know why we always have a truck. I am going to make us some lemonade" Shawn got up and went into their house.
Chris sat next to Adam and launched into his praise for AJ's red shoe car. "...so, it will be easy. AJ put a camera mount on the dashboard. So I'd say one camera there, then your handheld. Maybe a GoPro outside?" Chris finished, a huge smile still on his face.
Adam couldn't help but smile, his husband was so excited. "I can do that. Dean is the GoPro expert..." He was cut off when Dean and Seth plopped down on the ground close to Adam. Kenny had run into the Helmsley house to use the restroom.
"The twins had to run home. Time to help their dad with his exercises. They said to tell you not to worry. They will water the gardens unless it rains. What about GoPros?" Dean spoke with a tired smile. It was still very hot and extremely humid.
"Could a GoPro be attached to the outside of the red shoe? Would it survive a direct hit?" Chris asked as Shawn returned with a large pitcher of real lemonade, loaded with ice. Kenny followed with a sleeve of blue plastic cups and an ice bucket filled with crushed ice.
"I will figure something out. Maybe I can put one on the front bumper and one on the back. We don't need those two extras for security any more." Dean turned thoughtful as he spoke.
Chris nodded. "No, we don't. Good idea, but only do it if you are sure. We can't just buy GoPros like candy. But, if anyone can work it out, it's you. Oh, also, I don't want it to go out on a live stream. If… well… some things don't need to be seen live. Lemonade! Thanks, Shawn." He took the blue cup Shawn held out to him.
Dean looked at the red car as Roman pulled into the driveway. His mind churned on how to attach GoPros to the bumpers. Seth watched his man with love filled eyes, he knew Dean would figure it out.
Chris and Adam finished their lemonade, then got into the red shoe. Adam had his camera in hand. He locked it into the camera mount and buckled himself into the seat.
"Okay. This is the anchor switch. When you press it, six anchors will be driven into the ground. Front, middle and rear on each side, so watch for six green lights. If any of them fail, call out, abort. It will be my job to get us the fuck outta the way. If its a go, I'll push this button. It brings down the armor plates that keeps the wind from blowing under the car. It also raises the second layer of Lexan over the windows. The windshield is already double layered. Okay, let's go for a ride." Chris carefully pointed out the controls and lights. He turned the key and the care purred into life. Chris pulled out of the driveway and headed back to the track on campus.
The track was once used by the military to train tank drivers. It had been abandoned when the military base moved closer to Lake Thunderhead. The University running team used the track for cross country training.
"I'll drive normal, so you can settle in. We will also have a radar, there's a computer mount." Chris drove at a normal speed.
Adam fiddled with his camera. "This dash mount is great. I won't need my hand held. Then I won't have to worry when I have to set the anchors." Adam made some adjustments to the camera mount. He was pleased and satisfied.
After a few normal laps around the track, Chris stopped. "Okay. There is an EF three, five miles to our southwest. It's moving at fifty miles per hour, to the north, northeast. We will go for intercept. Ready, Kitty?" Chris set a random scenario for them.
"Ready, my Lion." Adam gave Chris a nod.
Chris accelerated the red shoe car towards the point he estimated the tornado would cross the road. As he "read" the scene in his mind, Adam moved as if he were filming the coming storm.
Chris brought the car to a stop. "Anchor!" He called out to his husband.
Adam pushed the button. The sound of the hydraulics buzzed. The six anchors were driven into the ground. As the six lights went green, Adam called out, "GO!"
Chris pushed the button to lower the armor shields. There was a light "thud" as the armor settled in the dirt. When the plates went down, Chris pushed the button for the Lexan glass windows. The glass rose up out of the door panels and slid up tightly against the pocket in the roof.
"Feels secure. Good, the second layer of Lexan won't mess up the camera." Adam was pleased.
"Alright, we're doing it again. Reset." Chris pushed the buttons again, as did Adam.
The couple ran the drive six times. Chris looked at Adam. "Okay, this last time, when I say anchor, don't hit the buttons. I want you to pretend one anchor doesn't set. Got it?"
"Yep, got it." Adam gave his husband a nod. He adjusted his camera as Chris gunned the engine.
Back in the Helmsley's driveway, Seth spoke. "… so that's the forecast. Looks like an average storm, so that means… absolutely nothing. You know how weird this season has been." He closed his laptop with an air of finality.
Hunter looked at the map he'd spread out on the driveway. "At least they will have plenty of escape routes, and we know these roads. Listen, you boys need to be prepared for something. Chaser Chris is an entirely different person from Doctor Jericho, who runs the ROW." Hunter paused to roll up his map, then continued.
"If chaser Chris wants to push it, he will. Seth, he will probably ignore you or more likely, he will yell at you. You can not and must not take it personally. Trust me, you haven't ever seen, full blown chaser Chris. He even called Shawn a mother fu… well, I won't finish that, but you get it. Just remember, he is still our Chris. I want you to be warned and prepared. Any questions?" Hunter spoke in a serious tone of voice, his face showed no humor at all. He wanted everyone present to fully understand.
Dean looked at Hunter. "You mean he can be as bad as I was?" He didn't fully believe Chris could possibly be as bad as Hunter had said.
Shawn grinned. "Worse, actually. That one incident cased the birth of the swear jar. Chris put in a hundred dollars, as a down payment. Like Hunter said, don't ever take it personally and Chris hasn't yet failed to apologize afterward" He stopped talking when the red shoe pulled up into the driveway.
Dean twigged and changed the subject quickly. "Oh good. I will work on the GoPros. Ro, I could use some help." He got up. They needed to get the cameras from the ROW.
Adam got out of the car, camera in hand. "It was great. We have it down to a system. Even ran it a couple of times to practice aborting the plan. I have to hand it to AJ, he knew what he was doing with that car. I just hope it can really take a direct hit." He was more excited than worried, but the worry was there. Adam knew it was one thing to get close during a chase, but another to park and wait for a direct hit. Only a fool wouldn't be worried.
Chris sat down. "We're as ready as we can be. Now I hope the weather actually cooperates. Maybe the second half of the season will be normal."
As the storm chasers talked, Dean and Roman worked on adding the GoPro cameras to the red car. Adam eventually went over to help. He wanted to check the placement and angles.
Chris spoke to Kenny. "You are with us so, we might as well put you to work. Dean will go with Hunter, he knows how to fire the rockets. That means we need a camera with Scout. That's you, Kenny. Just remember to keep the storm centered and focused. You will do just fine."
Kenny nodded. "I will do my best, Chris. I know I am not Dean or Adam, but I do have a rock steady hand. Um… I won't have to do the live stream, will I? I am lousy at talking, especially about storms." He knew Dean did the live stream from Scout, as they were the first to see the storm.
"No, you won't, Kenny. I'm sure you would be just fine, but if we stream, Dean can do it from Rover. I may decide not to stream anything tomorrow. I will decide at the time. I also don't want to live stream the shoe, just... in case. Gathering data will be the priority." Chris spoke with thought.
Seth chimed in. "Sounds reasonable. But… um… it will be my decision, boss. I don't say this out of ego, or trying to take over, but, I will be the one in the ROW. I have to… if I say to abort… will you listen to me? I know I am not saying this right..." He let his words fade. Seth felt, if he was in charge, his word should be law, just like when Chris was in charge.
Chris held up his hand. "No, Seth. You are one hundred percent right. It will be your call. When you are in my chair in the ROW, your word is final. If you tell me to abort, I may fight and argue, but yes, I will follow your instructions. How can I ask the others to obey if I don't? You were right to speak up." He gave Seth a firm nod with a smile. He wanted Seth to know all was good.
Seth returned the smile and nod. "Thanks, Boss. I will do my best not to abort the mission. However, I won't let you get hit by an EF five either. Still looks good for the golden hour tomorrow." He opened his laptop and showed Chris the latest forecast he had made.
Hunter and Shawn exchanged a look. They had one of their mental conversations. They were both proud of Seth and were worried to death about Chris and Adam. They would have to be the parents once again.
Later that evening, Chris and Adam were curled up, naked, in their bed The television was on, but the couple had no idea what show was on. The Jericho's were way too busy kissing.
Adam moaned softly when Chris' hand wrapped around his cock. Chris began to slowly slide his hand up and down Adam's hard, hot shaft. Adam reached down and took Chris' cock in hand. When Chris' hand slid down, Adam's hand slid up. The counter sync motions were one of their favorite types of foreplay.
Chris' mouth latched on to the spot behind Adam's ear that went right to the blonds nerve center. Chris knew he had the right spot when Adam made that kittenish sound he absolutely adored. It was also how Adam got the name, Kitten.
Their desire for each other grew fast and furious. "In me, Lion. I need you in me now!" Adam cried out in a lust filled whimper. He rolled more onto his back and pulled his legs up. He let go of Chris' cock and pulled his husband on top of him.
Chris let out a low growl. "So eager, my pretty Kitty. If you want your Lion, then you shall have me." Chris let go of Adam's cock so he could guide his own cock to Adam's hot, tight hole. He pressed his lips to Adam's and worked himself into Adam's heat. It always made him feel bad not to prep and stretch Adam first, but Adam loved the burning pain.
Adam groaned into the kiss and his fingers raked down Chris' back. He was careful not to dig his nails into his Lion's hot flesh. It hurt like hell, but Adam knew the pain would soon give way to pleasure.
It took a Chris a couple of minutes to work his cock into Adam. When he was deeply seated, he waited for Adam to take a few, deep breaths. He once again sucked the skin on Adam's neck.
Adam gave a nod, and pressed his knees against Chris' hips. "Ready, my Lion." Adam panted out his words.
Chris pulled his hips back, then slowly pushed back inside the tight heat. His hand wrapped around Adam's cock again. His pace was slow and languid. Adam's hands caressed whatever part of Chris he could touch. Their tongues tangled in a slow, burning kiss.
As they made love, they whispered words of love and adoration for each other. The Lion and his Kitten knew, if things went wrong tomorrow, this could be their last time together. They wanted it to last as long as possible.
The same thing happened in the Helmsley's bedroom. In their apartment, the newly committed triad also made love. Even Kenny stroked himself to eruption as he stared at a picture of his beloved, golden Kota.
Back in the Jericho's bedroom, their love making had turned to hot, dirty sex as their climaxes grew near. Adam's lips curled back in a near snarl as he fought to hold back his release.
Chris was close, but needed Adam to cum first. "Let go, baby. Fall apart, break for me." His breath was hot in Adam's ear. He raked Adam's earlobe through his teeth.
Adam couldn't hold back. His hands gripped Chris' shoulders. As his husband gave his cock a final tug, Adam came with a cry of release. His seed spilled over Chris' hand. Adam's release caused his muscles to squeeze Chris' cock. Chris let with with a lust filled growl. He came so hard, it leaked out of Adam's hole.
The sweat laced couple clung to each other. After several minutes, Chris' cock naturally slipped out of Adam. They both hissed at the loss of contact. Chris moved to roll off Adam, but Adam held his husband firmly in place. Chris didn't mind.
With whispered vows of love, the couple fell into a deep, sex sated sleep. Neither knew what tomorrow would bring, but one thing was for sure; Chris and Adam loved each other and would face, it in love and head on… together.