Page 81 of No Rhyme or Riesling

“Christ,” John swore under his breath. “Is that what you think?” He slipped an arm around Adam's waist, pulling their bodies hard up against one another. Andhardwas an understatement. John's cock was like steel inside his pants where it pressed against Adam's belly. “I just didn't want to wear you out.”

“Oh fuck,” Adam gasped. “Let's be late to the wedding.”

John barked another laugh. “Oh no. Not happening.” He leaned down, cupping Adam's face with both hands. “But if you think for one second that I'm not dying to rip all your clothes off and touch every inch of you,” he growled. “Everyinch,” he added, purposely trailing his fingers down Adam's chest, “then I'm going to prove it to you.”

Adam's nostrils flared. “H-How?” he gasped.

“I'm going to tie you naked to my bed and spend an hour just teasing you by rubbing my cock all over your chest,” John began, his voice husky, “and then I'm going to fuck you until we both pass out.”

Adam's eyes went wide. “Holy shit. Yes. That. All of that. Twice. Okay, maybe three times.”

John chuckled, then swatted him playfully on the ass. “Come on. We don't want to be late.”

Adam squawked. “You're gonna say all that and then make mewait?”

John bent down again, putting them at eye level. “You know you're dying to sing.”

Adam grinned. John was right, of course. Horny as Adam was, he was itching with the need to get up on that stage and belt out the absolutely incredible set list that Trevor had put together.

John got him into his work truck and drove them across town. Adam softly sang along with the radio, warming up hisvoice. He glanced at John as the man navigated the windy, country road leading towards the vineyard. John looked more and more tense as they went, his shoulders rising and his hands tightening on the steering wheel.

Adam winced. “You okay?”

John blinked, then quickly glanced at him before focusing on the road again. “Yeah. Why?”

“You don't have to come, if you don't want. I mean, it won't be that big of a wedding, but I know how much you hate crowds…”

“I'm fine,” John assured him, reaching over to pat his hand. “You just be my good boy and focus on singing, okay?”

Adam grinned. “Yes, Daddy.”

John sucked in a breath, his eyes flashing and his nostrils flaring as a low growl escaped him.

Adam laughed. He loved the way John reacted every time he said that word.

They reached the vineyard and parked over by John's office, then walked to the event room. The moment Adam met up with the band, everything became a blurred rush of activity. Final setup and sound checks. Last-minute confirmations about set lists. Instrument tuning and vocal warm-ups. Then the chaos of guests arriving and people mingling and greetings and introductions happening all around.

The wedding itself was short and sweet. Everett stood at the altar with his brother, Laurie, serving as his best man, while Adam stood across from them, watching as Morgan's parents walked him down the aisle. Adam felt a pang of envy, but he couldn't help smiling in happiness for his friend. Especially when he saw the way Everett and Morgan couldn't take their eyes off one another. They were so in love, it was almost blinding.

Everett and Morgan exchanged vows and rings, then walked back up the aisle, hand-in-hand as a married couple. Laurie followed them, joined by Griff and Nicky, then John got up and took Adam's arm, the two of them bringing up the rear of the procession before all the guests got up and began to move, a chaotic blur of color and noise.

Everyone got settled in at the dinner tables and began to eat, but Adam was too excited to do anything but pick at his food. The band were playing some instrumental pieces without him during dinner, creating some nice background noise while everyone chatted and ate, but Adam was itching to get to the next part.

John poured himself a glass of wine from one of the bottles on the table, then looked at Adam. “Would you like some?” he asked.

Adam took a moment to think about it. He still never felt that itch to crawl inside a bottle anymore, not since discovering those tapes that his dad had relabeled. All the chaotic noise in his head was gone. But he also had to admit that he wanted to enjoy something that was such an integral part of John's life.

“You pick,” Adam insisted.

John gave him a proud smile, then reached for a bottle of riesling and poured Adam half a glass.

Adam grinned. He loved that John had taken control and decided how much he could have. Adam picked up the glass and took a sip, savoring it. Partly because he loved the taste and wanted to prolong his enjoyment. Partly because he knew there wasn't much of the riesling left, and that there wouldn't be for some time, thanks to the fire.

John's smile was bittersweet as he watched Adam drink. Adam set down his glass and gave the man a quick kiss, one of thanks and sympathy. John had grieved the loss of the vines, but Adam saw the renewed hope in the man's eyes whenever hetalked about the cleanup efforts and the plans for replanting in the future.

Adam couldn't wait for that day. John would be so thrilled to see something growing on that land again. Adam took another sip of his wine, catching John's glance as he did so.Fuck. He loved the subtle look of pride on John's face whenever he drank something that John had created. It sent a tingle all through his body, knowing that he was getting to enjoy something that John had made.

He set the glass back down and tried to go back to eating, but he could barely sit still. Adam couldn't wait to get up and sing. He looked over at John. The man took a healthy gulp of his own wine and had barely touched his dinner, either.

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