Page 22 of Love Notes

He pulled my shirt open and then slid his hands up the planes of my chest and over my shoulders, pushing the fabric over them.I shrugged the rest of the way out of the shirt, and it dropped onto the floor somewhere behind me.Adam’s hands went to the button on my jeans, and he darted his gaze up to meet mine.

“Is this too fast?”

“No.”My throat felt dry.“Not with you.”

His smile was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.

“I—I don’t have anything.”Rebecca had cleaned my place out before Adam had moved in, and that included the lube in the drawer underneath my bedside table and the backup stash in the bathroom.I knew, because the fact I had lube and no condoms was a sad indictment on my single status, and Rebecca had shared that opinion with me.

“Masturbation is normal and healthy,” she’d said, as though she was a health class video and I was a mortified thirteen-year-old instead of a mortified thirty-year-old.“But, Ryan, you should at least be prepared to be with someone apart from your hand!”

And now, on top of that embarrassment of her initial assessment, I also had to suffer the knowledge that she’d beenright.I could never tell her.I’d take it to my grave.

“I might…hold on.”Adam crossed to a suitcase in the corner of the room, opening it and digging around for a moment.Then he stood and dumped a handful of detritus onto the bed.I saw a toiletry bag, a pen, a small bottle of hand sanitizer, three different keyrings, and a foil package with large glittery writing on it.

“Ignore the monster fucker,” Adam said.

“Um,” I said, a second before I parsed that was what was written on the condom in huge, sparkling letters: MONSTER FUCKER.

“I got it at a book convention,” he said.“Romance writers give away wild swag.All I had were pens.”He unzipped the toiletry bag and produced a tube of lube which, thankfully, appeared to be a regular brand and nothing to do with monsters.

“Like…is it a furry thing?”I asked tentatively.

“No, just usual monsters, I think,” he said, tilting his head thoughtfully.“Maybe werewolves.Werewolves arehuge.”

I blinked at him.

“Popular, I mean,” he said with a snort of laughter.“But probably also in the other way.”He picked up the condom and waved it in my direction.“Who’s going to be the monster, you or me?Wait, is a monster fucker a monster who fucks, or someone who fucks monsters?”

I laughed.“I have no idea!”

He wrinkled his nose as he looked at the condom.“It kind of killed the mood, right?”

I shrugged.Maybe it had, but this mood, the one where we were half naked and laughing together, was pretty amazing too.

“Come here,” I said, sitting down on the bed.I reached for the lube.“You ever, um, jacked off together with a guy?”

I couldn’t believe I’d even said that aloud, but Adam’s expression sharpened with interest.

“No,” he said, planting his ass beside mine on the bed.“But I didn’t grow up with three hot gay friends.”

It was my turn to snort.The idea of doing anything remotely sexual with the guys was so funny.“Nope.It never happened.”

Adam turned the MONSTER FUCKER condom over and over in his palm, his smile fading into something softer, more intimate.“Kiss me again, Ryan?”

I’d told him in the kitchen that I could follow instructions, and so I did.

The heat grew steadily between us again, until our mingled breaths were short and sharp with need.I was hard, throbbing in my jeans, and Adam’s track pants were doing nothing to disguise the fact that he was in the same state as me.And suddenly jacking off sitting beside him didn’t seem like enough.

I shifted further back onto the bed, and lay down, pulling Adam against me.He flung a leg over mine and dug his fingers into my hip.We rocked against each other for a moment before I decided I needed my jeans out of the way and popped the button.Adam bit his lip when he heard the rasp of my fly and then lifted his chin for another kiss.The hand that slid into my jeans wasn’t mine.

Getting our pants off was hot and messy and much more complicated than it would have been if we’d done this standing up.But it was alsofun.We laughed when our heads bumped together as I shimmied out of my jeans and when Adam accidentally elbowed me in the gut.

And then the mood shifted again, as the heat rising between us stole our laughter and replaced it with a desperate need.I got a knee between Adam’s, and he thrust against me, his cock as hot as a branding iron.I kissed the side of his jaw, then scraped my teeth against the skin there just to feel him shudder against me.

Somehow we remembered to bring the lube into mix as he rode my thigh and I thrust into his hand.It was so messy, but at the same time it was perfect.Arousal lit my blood on fire, and every nerve was attuned to Adam and to the way our bodies moved together in a clumsy rhythm.

“Ryan,” he whispered urgently.“Ryan, I’m gonna—” He shuddered against me as he came.

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