Page 5 of No Rhyme or Riesling

A grin spread across John's face while a low, primal growl sounded in his throat.

Oh, fuck. Game, on.

John straightened to his full height, looking down his nose at Adam. “Go strip. Get on the bed. Ass in the air.”

Adam moaned, feeling his legs turn to jelly beneath him. “Y-Yes, sir,” he gasped, then stumbled off to do as he was told.

He heard his phone go silent, the music cutting off abruptly mid-song, as he dove into his bedroom and scrambled out of his clothes. Adam shoved his jeans and underwear down all in one go, then kicked them aside before flinging himself onto the bed. He hated that he couldn't take off his shirt, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Top surgery was never going to happen.

Adam contorted his arms, trying to reach back and tuck his shirt up under the hem of his chest binder, then finally gave up and threw himself into position when he heard John's approaching footsteps. He pointed his ass towards the doorway so that would be the first thing John saw. Then he turned hishead to the side and pressed his shoulders into the bed, trying to use his own body weight to flatten his chest even more.

He spread his knees and couldn't resist rocking his hips, humping nothing but air. A shiver ran up his spine while he waited. It wasn't like that night, nine years ago, when Adam had snuck into John's bed and subsequently got thrown out. John was actually going to touch him this time.

The thrill of that feeling never got old.

Finally, he heard John enter the room, and another low growl reached his ears.Oh fuck.John clearly liked what he saw. Adam humped the air again, desperate for John to get closer.

He whimpered, heart racing in anticipation as he listened to the soft sounds of clothing being removed, folded, and set aside.Damn it. How could John be so neat and methodical at a time like this?

Adam heard John spit, followed by the slick sound of a cock being stroked.

“Oh fuck,” Adam gasped.

“So needy,” John murmured.

Then the room went completely silent.

Adam gasped when John's hands suddenly groped his ass.

“Christ, you're beautiful,” John murmured right before he climbed up onto the bed between Adam's spread legs. The man drew a teasing, wicked tongue across Adam's slick flesh, all the way from his tiny dick to his ass and back again.

Adam moaned, sagging into the bed, wondering if his shoulders and knees would be able to keep him up when John's touch made him feel like goo. Then John dipped a finger into Adam's slick hole. Just the tip. Barely enough to tease him. Adam whimpered again. “Please!”

“Please, what?” John asked before nipping at Adam's left cheek with his teeth.

“Please,” Adam panted. “Fuck. Cock. In.”

John chuckled and moved up to blanket Adam's body with his own, leaning down to murmur, “That bad, huh? My talkative boy can't even speak?”

Adam could only moan in response and point desperately at the nightstand.

John chuckled again as he nuzzled behind Adam's ear. “You bought condoms? You know I'm always prepared.”

“Just in case we ran out,” Adam managed to say.

John growled again. “Oh, planning on marathon sex, huh? Fuck.” John shot forward, flattening Adam onto the bed, and reached for the nightstand.

Adam moaned, feeling John's naked weight on top of him. The man's cock was nestled against his ass, wedged right between the cheeks, so close but so far from where he wanted it. He opened his eyes, mentally willing John to move faster as he watched the man grab the drawer pull.

Then John froze.

Adam panted, waiting, but still John didn't move.What the hell?

John's hand trembled as it inched away from the drawer and up to the nightstand surface, his fingertips barely grazing the name plaque on the urn that sat there.

“Christ!” John shouted as he ripped himself off Adam and tumbled onto the floor.

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