Page 10 of No Rhyme or Riesling

Shit. Adam crept out to take a peek, hoping John wasn't hiding his wine collection after all. Because he knew John would do exactly that, just to protect him, even without knowing why. But Adam knew that John liked his place a certain way. If John changed any of that for him…

Adam swallowed hard, trying to drive away the memories of nagging his dad and then consequently losing him.

He took a deep breath and stepped out, then covered his mouth to stifle another relieved sigh when he saw everything exactly where it should be.

“There you are,” John said, glancing over his shoulder. He pressed a button on the coffee machine to preset it to run in the morning, then asked, “Hungry?”

Adam's stomach answered for him, taking the opportunity to let out an audible growl. “I guess so,” Adam said with a laugh.

John pulled the lasagna out of the oven and dished up two plates. “Water?” he asked.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

John pulled down a glass and filled it, then glanced at his wine collection before opening the overhead cabinet again and grabbing another water glass.

“Don't–” Adam began. When John paused, eyeing him over his shoulder, Adam went on. “You can have wine, John. It's not gonna bother me.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I'm fine,” Adam insisted.

John studied his face for a moment, then gave a small nod before he put the water glass back and pulled down a wine glass instead.

Adam smiled softly to himself, then carried his plate and water over to the living room. At least John wasn't into spirits. Then the temptation might have simply been too much. Granted, alcohol was alcohol, but Adam had never tried wine, so he wasn't even sure he'd like it.

But the sight of a whiskey bottle might take him right back.

Adam shook off the thought and dropped down onto the couch. John joined him a moment later, turning on the TV and opening one of his streaming services. They picked a movie and settled in to eat while they watched.

Halfway through, John paused the movie, and they got up to do the dishes. Adam couldn't help smiling as they worked side-by-side. What was boring to him at home felt like a treat here. So simple and domestic, but the fact that he was washing dishes with John—forJohn, satisfying the man's need for cleanliness and order—made Adam feel another knot of tension finally go loose inside him.

Once everything was clean and put away, they went back to finish the movie, then headed off to bed after taking turns brushing their teeth. While John was in the bathroom, Adam stripped out of his chest binder and pulled his shirt back on, then also took off his pants and underwear. He climbed into bed, watching as John came into the room, stripped naked, and joined him in the dark.

They curled up together, but neither of them made a move to start anything. Adam covered a yawn and heard John do the same.

“Goodnight,” John murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of Adam's head.

“Goodnight,” Adam whispered back. He fell asleep almost instantly with John curled around him, making him feel warm and safe and wanted.

It felt like only a minute later that he woke with a gasp, his insides throbbing with need.

Adam glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was just after two in the morning, so they'd been asleep for hours and hadn't moved their positions at all. Except now John's cock was hard, nudging between Adam's thighs.

“Hhng.”

John chuckled sleepily in his ear. “Need you,” he whispered, sounding only half awake.

Adam flung out an arm and yanked open the nightstand drawer. He felt around blindly inside until he managed to snag a condom, then ripped it open and thrust it back at John. The man moved languidly, wedging his hands between their bodies so he could roll the condom down his length. Adam whined and pressed back, silently urging John to hurry.

Finally, John lined up and slowly pushed inside Adam's slick hole in one long, smooth thrust.

“Fuck,” Adam gasped, feeling dizzy with pleasure. John filled him so perfectly. He tried to rock his hips back, but John grabbed him firmly, holding him still.

Except John was moving too slowly. Adam whimpered and pushed against John's hold, needing the man to move faster.

John rolled them over so Adam was on his front with John on top of him, crushing him down into the mattress.

Oh, fuck. Adam melted. Nothing felt better than having John's weight on top of him like that. Pinning him down. Flattening his chest. Keeping him trapped and contained. Fully at John's mercy.

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