Page 19 of A Really Gay Book
I quit paying attention because I was busy stopping myself from snatching him bodily off the couch and back into my arms so I could suck on his fingers.
How was it possible to want someone this much?
Even his voice had me spellbound.
I should probably try listening to what it was saying.
“…and then after spending half the night outside your bedroom window, I knew I was right. The worst I had to put up with that evening was a leaky shoe, but when I was that close to you, you didn’t get hurt anymore.”
“What?” When was he outside my bedroom? Why wasn’t heinsidemy bedroom? How could I get Apple into my bedroom?
“No, not yet! Sit!” Apple said hastily, and I realized I’d begun to climb on top of him again. I went back to the floor, but this time I was kneeling. I couldn’t bring myself to be any further away. “Stay.”
It was beginning to occur to me that I might be a horrible person. I knew Apple would be in danger just being around me, and me agreeing to fuck him would be like letting him jump into man-eating shark-infested waters, but here I was, impatiently allowing Apple to try to convince me to do something I wanted to do more than anything.
He would be so tight…
Shit, Apple was talking again, and I missed it.
“…So what do you think? It seems pretty obvious to me, but you have to agree too because that’s how marria—ahem—relationships work.”
“Um…”
“Adam.”
“Yes?”
“You weren’t listening at all were you?”
The wrong answer right now was likely to push finding out exactly how tight Apple’s asshole was off into the far, unreachable distance. Which was something I should have been actively working towards if I wasn’t such a selfish bastard.
“Husbands are supposed to listen.”
“Husbands?”
“Don’t get sidetracked by unimportant details.” Apple waved a hand between us like he was trying to Jedi mind-wipe me. “The tl;dr is that I think my good luck is stronger than your bad luck, and I’m willing to risk it. Are you?”
Apple did seem to have far more than his fair share of luck, and I was a little too willing to be convinced. But…
“Fuck. Apple, even without bad luck, I’m probably going to hurt you. I want you too much right now.”
That didn’t give me the reaction I was expecting at all.Any normal person would see themselves to the door after hearing that, but Apple moaned like I’d just put his dick in my mouth. So, of course, my dick stood to attention like Apple had called out its name.
“I would let you do anything you wanted to me. Oh god, I want you to do everything. Please, Adam. Just… please.”
A deep shiver raced through me. “If you don’t like something, tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” It would kill me, but I would find a way to stop. “Promise me.”
“I will, but, Adam… I’m pretty sure I like it rough. Like, really, really rough.”
Pretty sure?
Iwas pretty sure if I wasn’t inside Apple soon, one of us was going to need a hospital, good luck or no.
So I did what I wanted to do earlier and snatched Apple off the couch and pulled him down on top of me. His legs went on either side of my knees, and he straddled me, but I didn’t give him a chance to settle. I wasn’t going to fuck him on the floor. As beautiful as it would likely look on him, I didn’t want to give Apple carpet burn.
I stood with him in my arms, pushing off the ground with my legs and looking around the room for a good surface. There was nothing but a rickety table and a couch. The couch then.
It wasn’t ideal, but the idea of fucking Apple on a table sent chills down my spine.
