Rebirth – Chapter 31: Things Made Official
Don't kill me, I know it's late! Thanks very much for kind reviews—and I'm especially excited to hear that some of you will be writing with this couple also? Anyway, still in a crunch, but luckily still wrting, or my brain would rupture. Longer chapter, so at least it's something to occupy y'all for now. Thanks again, you guys make it worthwhile.
"Missed you." Was the first thing Lawrence said as he saw Adam standing in the doorway, and he never meant it more.
Adam stuttered for a second and nodded, not having expected to hear something so hearfelt. "Yeah, uh…come on in…" he stepped back and watched him enter. …There was something different about Lawrence. He had a pronounced limp, but… "Where's the crutch, man?" he asked curiously.
"Don't need it. It doesn't hurt anymore, not enough anyway. Come here." Lawrence caught him in a brief kiss.
"Mmf-" Adam replied, eager to talk once Lawrence pulled off. "Well uh, I mean that it's good to see you."
"I know what you mean. Look, Adam, I'm really sorry about the other night. And how I left that morning…" Lawrence apologized, holding out a hand slightly in a wayward gesture.
Adam grinned and looked down. "I dunno, it really wasn't so bad." He was of course referring to an extremely hungover Lawrence two days prior. Adam had let him sleep on the couch that night after he drank himself stupid, and sure enough, at six in the morning, he had been up vomitting like an insecure super model. He had done his best to make it easy for him. Asprin, water, coffee. Kept the lights off, spoke as quiet as he could. But nothing healed a hangover aside from time, and through the whole thing, Lawrence had been choking wild apologies and self-curses. Adam had just been trying not to laugh at him, his chuckles only kept at bay for his sympathy. "And I told you man, it's okay. You suffered a hell of a lot more than I did."
"It was irresponsible." Lawrence insisted.
"I know, you happened to mention that a couple hundred times. If you're looking for forgiveness or something, Lawrence, then whatever, I forgive you." Adam assured with a shrug.
Lawrence shook his head and smirked. "Well I owe you."
"No you don't." Adam replied, eyes cast down. "You don't owe me anything."
You don't know how wrong you are. Lawrence thought as he reached out a hand to rub Adam's upper arm fondly. "Hey. So…you wanna talk?" he asked quietly.
"…That's what we're here for, right?" Adam nodded, looking over at the hand that was touching him.
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The conversation between them was relatively placid. Adam sat cross-legged on the bed as he listened to Lawrence carefully, blushing like mad at some points and trying to hide his nerves. They were both on edge for a while, but eventually they had fallen into a more eased mood, wherein there were a few quiet laughs, some scant touches and only a few awkward moments. Most of the tension had been broken, and Lawrence was now trying to at least get them to relax into a more ready state.
"See you're prepared." Lawrence laughed barely as he eyed the condoms sitting out on the nightstand.
"Uh heh…" Adam nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sure… Not your brand or what?"
"Mm. Condoms are condoms." He uttered, gently rubbing a hand on Adam's knee. "As long as you're comfortable."
Adam looked down at the hand and cleared his throat, ignoring yet another blush creeping up on him. "Should we…I don't know, start?" he gave a funny sort of look as he said that.
"There's no rush." Lawrence said, taking his healing hand carefully between his own and looking over the casted finger. "Whenever you feel ready."
"Okay. Sure." Adam nodded again, still looking down.
Lawrence waited for a moment. "How you been holding up?"
Adam offered his bruised hand willingly. " 'Bout the same." He said, still shying a little.
Lawrence daringly put a hand on Adam's right ankle, lifting up the leg of his pants a ways to see the crushed mark along the skin from where he'd been…cuffed… Shock seemed to spark in Adam, and Lawrence quickly covered the scar with his hand as though he'd revealed something that should not be seen. Something cold and disturbing had suddenly settled between them. Lawrence was instantly met with the image of that room. Struggling at their chains, screaming back and forth, bleeding, pained. How he had been so certain that Allison and Diana were in grave peril—dead even. The feeling…the feeling of the saw's teeth raking through his skin and bone, as he sat, willingly tearing off his own foot. The blood. And God, the pain. How he had to pick up that gun…How Adam begged him in a tone, so betrayed, not to kill him. He didn't want to kill him. He couldn't. And oh fuck, if he actually had with that shot…How could Adam have ever thanked him for taking that risk?
Adam. Who had saved him. Despite having been, as he felt it, betrayed. Adam breaking down, losing his mind, bleeding, trapped, confused. And Lawrence crawling away hopelessly, unknowingly leaving Adam with that thing. The hand that touched Adam's ankle presently trembled. He had wanted to protect him then. That was all he wanted now. Even when he was safe, it seemed. To at least protect him from the memory, though he knew it impossible. And for the first time, he felt a surge of disappointment growing in him at Jigsaw's death. He wished he could have been there. To see him struggling for breath. To watch the hands that had hurt him and Adam so grasp out in vain for a fleeting life. To see him suffer for those scars he gave them, inside and out…
…But then he wouldn't be much better than the killer. He would be just as bad if he sank to that level, so the sayers say, wouldn't he? Wasn't it sick to get a buzz off of watching a man die? As a doctor, and as a convincingly sane man, he couldn't justify that. …But being better really didn't mean much to him right now. Not when he was touching Adam's pained scar. Not when he thought about the nightmares and the inner torment, for both him and Adam. Or what that monster threatened to do to his daughter. Sure. Being better was nice. But it wasn't enough.
The memory cast over a veil of numbness for a long while, but Lawrence was determined not to let any of that get to him. He didn't want there to be things between them acting as a reminder of that. Even though the scars served as direct windows to the 'incident' that had brought them together. This wasn't supposed to be about what had happened. It was supposed to be about what was going to happen now.
He purposefully touched over it, watching Adam's reaction as he did so with guarded caution. "Sorry. Does that hurt?" he asked lightly.
"It's fine." Adam returned mechanically, letting out a breath. It was uncertain exactly what Adam was thinking about this. After a long moment of silence, Adam tenatively reached a hand down to Lawrence's leg as if in retaliation, biting his lip. His eyes fell onto the previously severed foot.
Lawrence shifted his leg out a little and Adam placed a hand on the ankle with a grimace. The memory of the saw made Adam feel sick to his stomach, he could barely fathom what Lawrence must have felt. He looked at the bandage still wrapped around the scar and touched the top of the foot with the tips of his fingers. "It still hurts…huh?" he said quietly. He didn't want to remember right now, but how could he not? He would always remember what Lawrence had done for him.
"It's gonna hurt for a long time." Lawrence said truthfully. He could barely feel the light touch, but that was to say he could at least feel it a little. All the same, Adam looked put off. "It's okay." Lawrence argued, placing a hand quickly over Adam's.
"I…know." Adam sat back again and chewed his tongue for a second. "I know, it's just…when I think about it…"
"Yeah, I know." Lawrence agreed without explanation. He was glad that Adam was opening a little. Maybe it was just better to talk about these things. Then maybe it wouldn't seem so bad. Something that they each had to experience in their own heads alone. But this conversation, while possibly beneficial, was not on the right track they were headed down. The tension again cooled down between them and Lawrence spoke up. "When's your interview?" he asked conversationally.
"Friday." Adam answered thoughtfully, moving his hands to Lawrence's lap a little and touching at his belt as he said this. Clearly he was interested in keeping them on the intended path as well. "I uh…I don't know if I ever said thanks for that."
Lawrence looked down curiously as Adam slowly unhooked his belt. "I think you did." He disagreed. "You don't seem to remember that ambush the other night."
Adam smirked and drew the belt away, tossing it the the floor with a light thump. He met Lawrence's eyes for a second and cleared his throat. "Just…getting it out of the way." He said with a shrug.
"Well I know you'll be good for it. The job, that is." Lawrence decided confidently.
"How would you know? You've never even seen any of my stuff. My portfolio stuff, anyway." Adam sighed as Lawrence's hands drew up to touch his knees.
"Yeah? And whose fault is that?" he accused.
Adam looked away for a long while, seeming to be absorbed with a chair across the room. "Okay man. If you really wanna see my stuff…you deserve to. There's no reason you shouldn't…" he nodded slightly. "Remind me later. 'Kay?"
"Sure thing." He crept his hands up to Adam's side, fingers touching his waist. "Can I…take off your shirt?" he asked cautiously.
"Yeah." Adam allowed. Lawrence slowly pulled up the end of his shirt, and with a little effort from both of them, he removed it and tossed it aside.
Lawrence unabashedly stared at Adam's body, putting a hand up against his chest to feel around the expanse of his skin. "…Would it ruin the mood if I said you were hot?"
Adam snorted, looking down as Lawrence's hands felt over his front with a little nervousness. He was annoyed that he did in fact want Lawrence's approval so much. But the compliment mixed with the touching made him flush excitedly. He willingly leaned forward as Lawrence went to kiss him, his eyes falling shut and a sigh dropping from his lungs. Lawrence cupped Adam's face in his hands and pressed forward more assertively, resituating his legs a little as he rose. He broke off and went down to kiss his neck. Adam opened his eyes. "…Would it ruin the mood if I said you were making me hard?"
"Ohh, that just adds to it." Lawrence said, and they both laughed lightly for a moment as he came down and pushed Adam to his back on the bed, leaning over him and continuing to fawn over his skin. Adam submitted for the time being, parting his legs as Lawrence pushed down on top of him and hoping that he knew where he was going with this.
Lawrence slowly massaged his hands over Adam's chest, which played a large part in the forming lump that he could feel against his leg at the moment. It felt nice to see Adam comforted under his touch, and though he doubted it possible, he thought that perhaps for just an hour or so…he could make him forget about the pain. And himself, for that matter. He kissed his neck and collar bone tenderly, drawing out a sigh before he moved his hand up to one of his shoulders. He stilled quickly, however, as Adam tensed, and he relaized that he had put the hand on his wounded arm. He pulled up a little and looked at Adam with immense apology, scanning his eyes in hopes that the thought hadn't been that disquieting.
"It's okay…" Adam said, biting his lip once more in uneasiness. "Don't gimme that look…it's…it's okay. K-keep going…"
"…I'm not…er, this isn't too fast?" Lawrence ensured, brushing a hand over the scar lightly.
"You tell me. I-I have no fucking clue." Adam shrugged.
"Okay." Lawrence laughed a little and began another kiss, licking lightly along Adam's lower lip before delving into him hungrily. They both got caught up in it heavily, Adam raising his hands to clutch at Lawrence's neck while his fingers reached a short ways under the collar of his shirt. He was overtaken by a vehement need to feel Lawrence's skin against his own, and he quickly began his efforts to do as much. Lawrence shifted to accommodate Adam's wandering hands as they pulled at his clothes, but was mostly unwilling to compromise the contact between their lips for even a moment.
Adam managed to open his shirt, but could get no further the way he was trapped with the kiss. He kneaded his hands into Lawrence's shoulders wantingly, battling his tongue back with restrained ardor. For a short while, their actions became pure lust, all inspired by a raw sort of sexuality that their gender was gloriously infamous for. Through the touching and kissing and rubbing up against each other, however, something more persistant than just that was holding Lawrence back somewhat as he picked up on Adam's sighs and moans. The sensation of the hands groping at his chest and back brought him down to the task at hand, and he pressed a knee between Adam's legs to nudge them open sufficiently. Adam pushed up against the leg presented to him instinctively, letting loose a shaking moan as he pulled away from the kiss.
Lawrence looked down at him with a small smile, pushing his leg a little more tightly against Adam's groin and hearing him gasp at it.
"Jesus, ohhhh, man…" Adam fought for words, looking up through eyes hazed by lust. "C-come on…man, I need you to start this before it's…over…you know?" he glanced down at himself with a nervous sort of grin.
"Right." Lawrence nodded in an apologetic manner, moving down to nuzzle against Adam's stomach briefly before opening his pants and starting to slip them off.
Adam lay back and closed his eyes, calming himself as he arched his back a little and bent his knees to aid in the removing of his pants and boxers. The air around his nude skin felt cool and tingling, which made the heat radiating off his partner arouse him all the more. "You gonna strip for me, Lawrence?" he murmured coyly, eying up at him.
"Huh…" Lawrence began in a sort of daze, trying to find some decent words as his eyes travelled Adam's body over.
"Hey, man, this really isn't gonna work out with your clothes on." Adam sat up a little with an impatient mutter, hand falling to rest suggestively on Lawrence's stomach.
"…So take 'em off…" Lawrence purred back as he put a hand to Adam's face, kissing at the side of his cheek and down to his neck.
Adam went to work gladly, unzipping Lawrence's pants fast and dipping a hand down into his underwear to grasp him. He felt Lawrence still for a second, almost coughing out his breath as he trembled on the next kiss to his throat. He was trying to pretend that the touch didn't effect him so much, but Adam's friendly hand was more than enough to distract him.
"H-hey…hey…ah…" Lawrence took hold of Adam's wrist and pulled him back, a dizzy smile on his face. "Trust me, that's as stiff as it gets."
Adam laughed and withdrew his hand, pulling down at his pants and pushing off at his shirt all at once. After a little bit of work, garments were dealt with, lying scattered around the bed in mild dissaray as they continued to explore each other timorously.
"Lie back, okay?" Lawrence hesitantly placed a hand at Adam's shoulder, making sure for a moment that he wasn't touching the scarred one.
Adam looked to him with a flushed expression, obviously worried about things to transpire. Nevertheless, he did as Lawrence asked, leaning down again so that he was staring up at the ceiling once more. Letting out a breath, he rubbed his forehead in wary anticipation.
"So…" Lawrence swallowed and stroked over his hip.
"Go ahead, just…you know…do what you need to do." Adam shrugged.
"Alright. Um, look, Adam, if…" there was a long pause before he continued. "Well…tell me when to stop. If you want. It's okay."
"Yeah…sure." Adam agreed. He could scarely imagine a reason to tell him to stop, but then he didn't know what it was supposed to feel like. Lawrence had said it would hurt a little, that it would be uncomfortable for a while, but he never specified to what degree or for how long. The fact that neither of them had ever done this was bitching on his nerves.
Lawrence broke out into a bit of a nervous tremor, thinking for a second about something he wasn't so sure he'd spoken of. "Adam, I wonder if uh…do you have some kind of…lotion, or, u-hh, damn, you know…"
"What?" Adam turned red and sank back, confused.
"For when you—" he cleared his throat. "take care of yourself…um…something to make it easier?"
"Why do you need…?"
"It just helps."
Adam put a hand over his face as he blushed deeply, nodding. "Y-yeah."
"Good." Lawrence moved forward, leaning over Adam to take the container where he gestured near the bed, convineintly located for the time being. "So, how often does this get used?" he grinned and ruffled over Adam's hair in sympathy for his apparent embarassment as he sat back up.
"Enough." Adam replied, still staring up at the ceiling.
Lawrence steadied himself and took a handful of the substance, tossing the container aside and tenatively applying the hand to his skin. He began with gripping Adam's somewhat waning erection, bringing out a sharp reaction as Adam tensed and uttered a vocal sigh.
Adam shook from the intensity of the throbbing between his legs, the smooth strokes made easier by the substance that covered him. He'd touched himself casually many times with the same aid, but another helping hand always made a world of difference. He closed his eyes painfully as Lawrence slowed off, gently brushing over him before the contact stopped and moved down to caress his inner leg. "Okay. I don't want to freak you out."
"You won't." Adam assured, bracing himself for what he was sure would be pain.
Lawrence eased a hand over Adam's member once more before biting down on his tongue and pushing his fingers slowly up against him.
Adam cringed and gasped as he felt the foreign contact, his legs shaking a little in what he wouldn't call pain, but was very odd all the same. The inward motion made him tense once more, keeping himself relatively still only with considerable effort.
"Does that hurt?" Lawrence asked in worry. "How does it feel?" he cautiously drew back his hand and pushed forward again, invoking an only slightly calmer reaction.
"Weird." Was all Adam could say, grimacing at the touch.
"Bad weird?"
Adam chuckled silently, which encouraged Lawrence to repeat the action. "Just…weird."
"Alright well relax." Lawrence suggested, gaining a little more courage with his movements after a period of no complaints. "You've gotta stop tensing like that…you'll just make it tough. Calm down, relax…There's nothing to worry about."
Adam nodded and pushed out a long breath, twitching every now and then, but forcing himself to stay still and get used to it. He'd never felt anything like this, and he began to wonder. Armed with the knowledge Lawrence had given him, he was aware that the desired point of stimulus was his prostate…but he wondered how exactly that could feel good. He rather surmised that it would only feel like a jab to his insides, something he didn't exactly anticipate with enthusiasm. Well it must feel nice, anyway. People did this every day, right? Why would they do it if it wasn't fun?
"Still uncomfortable?" Lawrence prodded again, curious by Adam's silence.
"It's okay." Adam admitted. The feeling of alien touches had subsided, and he was beginning to get a little more familiar with the sensation each time he was stroked.
"Good." Lawrence said once more as he continued his ministrations. He moved carefully, but with a purpose in mind. Pushing in with a little more force, he arched the joint of his fingers and looked up inquisitively for Adam's reaction.
Adam suddenly barked out a choking gasp, his back stiffening and sheet of blindness engulfing him where he lay spasming from the unexpected stab of heat and excitement. "Ohh—oh! Whoah!" he cried out in shock, eyes widening as he struggled to push himself back from the edges of a pre-mature climax.
Lawrence leaned down over him to kiss his chest and quiet him as he continued to pump slowly. "Didn't mean to spring that on you." He apologized in a mutter, but he was distracted by the thought of the pitch in Adam's cry.
"Ah…Oh…God, whaat—" Adam's previous doubts were shattered, his body fast coming down from the tingle and craving to be stroked again as he grasped for words.
Lawrence smiled shyly as he gave Adam a few moments to recover. He'd been familiar with the process a thousand times before. Sometimes patients would require aid when there was request for a sperm sample, or something of the more techinical nature, and naturally he would ask a nurse to help with the problem. This was the easiest and fastest way, after all. But he himself had never experienced it, and he never even considered using this sort of knowledge outside the office. He had barely touched as lightly as he could over Adam, and even that had sent him yelping from the feel of it. This only further intrigued him. "How does it feel now?" he queried as he quickened the pace of his hand a little.
"Good, good…keep going…" Adam replied, making his muscles relax again. He winced once more, however, as he felt another finger added to the process. Still, it was a slow and patient administering, and so he lay back and accepted it with trusting submission. He raised one hand to stroke the arm that Lawrence was using to support himself while leaning over, trying to reciprocate in some manner.
Lawrence responded by kissing his chest a little more, licking his tongue over sensitive areas and making him shiver as he tried to settle more comfortably under the touches. They lay in silence for a long while of just that; the gentle movements continuing and the whole scene feeling more natural by the minute. Soon, Adam was calmed, the touching having gone from strange to…rather nice. Every time he felt it, he clenched his teeth in case he should feel something he wasn't ready for. It was only after a long while that Lawrence bent his hand a little and brushed over the deepest part of him again, causing him to yell out with a sharp note that only came from either extreme pain, or pleasure that was close to it.
"You think you feel ready?" Lawrence asked huskily, revelling in Adam's uncontrolable shakes.
"Whatever you want, anything, I-I don't…Yeah. Yeah, do what you need." Adam dizzily craned his head back and clenched his eyes shut, battling the shock of the sensation once more and awaiting Lawrence's next actions.
Lawrence took his hand away and braced himself with both arms up as he continued to lean over and kiss Adam's throat and face. Adam opened his eyes and looked around to reach an arm up towards his nightstand, fumbling for a condom and taking one down to tear the package open with his teeth. Fixing at the packaging for a second longer, he tossed it and felt his hand downwards.
Lawrence sighed when his felt the hand touching him, the momentary coldness of the plastic making him shift in discomfort. The hot tingle soon returned, however, and he was more than ready to begin. "Remember to relax…I'll go slow." He uttered, nervously placing one hand to still Adam's hip.
Adam felt a small surge of panic as his homosexual virginity lay dangling on the edge of the line, but he didn't act upon it. This was what they were working towards, after all, he knew that. But he couldn't help thinking that just maybe this was what a woman must feel like. Oh fuck, that was the last think he wanted to be thinking… Great. Just great. His muscles turned frigid as he felt a sudden pressure.
Being as careful as possible, Lawrence pushed forward, barely at all but certainly enough to feel. Adam made some sort of distressed grunt, a hand clutching to his partner's arm. Lawrence offered the arm for him to grip if needed, moving inward still.
Adam pushed back as hard as he could at his urge to tense, not overwhelmed by pain, but quite aware that a small amount of it was present. He was met by many different feelings, some that contradicted one another, though he knew enough not to move. Everything felt foreign. Not necessarily bad, but undeniably foreign. It was all new, and suddenly he was thrown back into a world of inexperience, forced to pick up from scratch and start over by means he was not familiar with. The possibility that sex would never be the same again was not lost on him. He was either thrilled or disconcerted, now was not the time to decide.
Lawrence fought in a world of his own at the moment, met with the new sensation and a dose of lightheadedness accompanying it. In a breif glimpse of coherencey, he saw a collections of thoughts held up in the logical part of his mind. A part of him that was saying… 'maybe you did sort of feel unsatisfied in bed before. Maybe you were always this way. And you honestly were too busy to realize it.' Sure, sex had always been great before—how could it not be? He just…never imagined it could feel better. "Am I…hurting you…?" was the only thing he could muster as he stilled and waited for a response. Looking down for a moment, he was disturbed to find a little blood, but as worried as it got him, he knew this to be natural.
Adam stopped biting down on his tongue and let his eyes flicker worriedly up towards his lover. "It's…not so bad. Really." He swallowed and calmed slightly once the motions ceased.
Lawrence pushed in a little further and winced as Adam grimaced. "Sorry." He muttered habitually, but it felt strange. He'd never apologized to someone for making love to them. He closed his eyes and bowed his head down as he pulled back out a ways, then proceeded a short distance back into him. After a few more times, the signs of Adam's discomfort began to fade completely. His tight grip relaxed and his ragged breathing became more steady, the same sense that had initially been discomfort turning into warmth. Eventually, between slow strokes and deep breaths, confusion had gone, and the whole act suddenly made undeniable sense. Adam only meant to loose a light sigh, but was surprised when a low moan took its place.
Lawrence looked equally taken back, pausing for just a brief moment before continuing. "Was that a good sign?" he asked as he slowed.
"Good as any..." Adam agreed, the muscles of his lower back clenching a little to meet the next stroke with want. When he felt Lawrence push back into him, there was an unmistakeable reaction of enjoyment as his hips jerked.
Lawrence clenched his eyes shut for a second and opened them slowly, trekking a hand down over Adam's stomach before touching him between the legs to revive his erection a little. At that, things fell into place as though this scene was common for the both of them. It almost seemed funny to think that just moments ago it had made them shakey just to talk about it, when now it came so easily.
Adam met Lawrence's thrusts rather timidly at first, but when he felt a single burning stroke crash into the one spot inside of him that destroyed all inhibitions, he was inclined to respond with everything he had. He cried out multiple times, and soon Lawrence was moaning alongside him. Their pace made a steep incline, Lawrence moving to brace himself better with his thrusts and Adam helpless to do anything but quite appreciate his role on the receiving end. One hand still tended Adam's engorged erection with firm pumps and clutches, making his body scrabble in confusion as to whether it wanted to buck upwards or push down to meet the contact the touched him within. "Lawrence…!" Adam groaned out, gripping hard at his shoulders, but letting the hold soften carefully.
Lawrence answered back with a murmur that may have been anything from Adam's name to just some profession of his gratitude, but it sounded good to Adam all the same. Lawrence was trying to keep at least a small part of him aware as he pushed in, such as trying not to break the condom or being too rough on Adam, but it was nearly impossible not to fall victim to what his body demanded. Anyway, it didn't seem like his partner was complaining any. Needless to say, it didn't take long for them to meet what they were working for.
Adam choked out a series of loud, whimpering moans as the sensation of a fullfilling orgasm tore through his muscles. His whole body tensed and spasmed with a kind of release he'd never experienced before, one that came from stimulation both inside and out. He was shivering and cumming in long wet streaks over his chest, a good amount of it spilling down over Lawrence's hand and the sheets beneath them. Lawrence himself could only take a small moment to be impressed before he felt the familiar pressure in his lower body, very nearly toppling over with the hot eruption in the pit of his stomach. The compression of Adam's willing body milked him of his essence in its entirity, leaving him dizzy and mildy disoriented from the feeling. The aftershock stretched far and long over him, pleasant vibrations coursing through the veins of his body as he kept at it with slower strokes.
"Oh, oh man…" Adam muttered brokenly to himself, blinking away the shrowd on his vision.
"Jesus…" Lawrence gave a slight whispering rasp and pulled out slowly, making a bit of another mess as his own cum followed suit. He guided Adam's legs into a more resting position and lay down over his partner's form, trying to recover his breath. There was understandably a long moment after that of silence, save for heavy breathing and what sounded like muffled yelling from someone upstairs. Lawrence had to bite back a laugh. "You okay?" he asked as he looked up at Adam.
Adam was still dazed and high, but he nodded as he processed the question. "Great…"
"So how was it then?" Lawrence continued to prod, rubbing Adam's stomach idly.
Adam gave him a look and glanced at the vast mess of their passions, a substance that was beginning to grow cold on his body. "Well…a hell of a lot better than they make it out to be." he decided.
Lawrence chuckled. "Who's they?"
"I don't know…anyone who's never…done it before."
"Fair enough." Lawrence shook his head, looking at Adam with a sigh. "Here…let me clean you up. Stuff's a bitch when it dries, huh?"
