Conquering Synn 2

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They huddle around the table, the sounds of silverware tinkling against their plates and resonating through the relative silence until the dishes are empty. As each one gets shoved toward the center of the table, the men’s eyes flicker back and forth between one another.

Tommy watches Casey closely. The man’s blue eyes are haunted and his position is guarded, much the same way Tommy remembers acting when Adam first found him. This man has been treated badly, and Tommy bets that his case is probably similar to his own, Casey’s beauty bringing the wrong kind of attention and knitting him into a situation he couldn’t get out of alone. Tommy takes in the golden strands of hair that frame a face that is hardened with worry. With someone to trust he could be whole again. He just needs someone to care. I care! His eyes wander to Adam and his body reacts with a smile as that beautiful man looks over to the lost man beside him.

“So Casey,” Adam says, breaking the silence, “tell Tommy a little bit about yourself since I already know the situation.”

Tommy’s shakes his head in disagreement to Adam’s words. “Baby, he doesn’t know me from Adam, heh forgive the pun, but I think it would probably be better if I tell him a little bit about myself first. He needs to know his words are safe with me. Is that okay with you?” Tommy asks as his eyes cast over to the fair-haired man.

“Umm yeah. I’d like to hear your story. Adam told me some of it, but said it was just the tip of the iceberg.”

Tommy’s eyes flick to his boyfriend. “How much does he know?”

“I just told him about finding you at The Fallen and how I had to coax you into coming home with me. He knows that you thought they ‘owned’ you, but none of the sordid details as to why,” Adam explains, his eyes locking on pools of rich chocolate.

Tommy takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with oxygen and what he hopes might be a bit of courage. He slowly exhales and sets in on his tale, each word harder than the last as he relives the horrid things that had happen to him at The Fallen. He feels his body begin to crumble under the weight of a story that is still to close to home until he reaches the part where a knight in shining armor rescues him. It’s then that his muscles relax and his voice suffers fewer tremors. By the time the last word leaves his mouth, his eyes are brimming with unshed tears and focusing on his hero, who smiles back at him. It truly is some twisted fairytale, all that’s missing is the evil stepsisters.

“Even though the road was hard, and it will be for you too, I promise it’s worth every baby step you make to get back to yourself,” he says with conviction, but Casey’s face is painted in so much sadness. “You can talk to me, but only the things you are comfortable with me knowing.” Tommy shifts his chair closer to Casey and laces their fingers together as those sad blue eyes drop in submission. “You’re safe here Casey, it’s okay.” Tommy’s voice is reassuring and he squeezes the other man’s hand. He can feel Adam’s eyes on him and when he looks up, Adam winks at him and stands. His lover excuses himself, leaving Casey in Tommy’s capable hands.

“Tommy, I was part of The Fallen too, I must’ve came in just after Adam rescued you. I was there until the place got raided, and then got shuffled around in the system until I landed at Safe House. Mentally they thought I was a risk to myself, so someone was always there, like I needed a babysitter or something.” Tommy listens to the hushed, strained voice carefully until the man releases his fingers and stands. Tommy watches him curiously as the blonde pulls the shirt over his head and then turns to reveal his back. “You were the fallen angel, I was the earth angel.” Casey’s head bows, his back arching toward Tommy. With a tender hand Tommy brushes over the scars, each ‘feather’ of his wings represented by a leaf carved in full sharp detail, every vein present. Tommy shivers as does the man whose skin he touches softly with his fingertips. Casey pulls away and pushes his shirt back over his shoulders, letting it fall down his back.

“Did they rape you too?” Tommy asks, his voice quivering.

Casey silently turns and returns to his seat with a small nod confirming Tommy’s fears.

“You won’t always be afraid, I promise. I’m not scared anymore, and I’ve learned to trust again, but it takes time, and you have to want it. You have to want it so bad, you have to claw your way back, but you can do it, and Adam and I will help,” he says fervently as the hair on the back of his neck rises in awareness of his lover’s presence.

“Yes we will,” Adam says from the kitchen, his voice growing louder as he enters the room.

With a small smile Casey lifts his head, his eyes going from Tommy to Adam. “Thank you guys. Really, I thought I was the only one.” Casey lets out a weary breath and rubs tiredly at his eyes.

“Come on Casey, I’ll show you to the spare room,” says Adam softly as he leads Casey up the stairs.

Tommy sits for several moments, reliving the evening’s events and letting them soak into his skin. When he finally takes a deep breath he realizes just how exhausted he is, but he also thinks he might have made a difference, and that feels really good. With the warmth of making a subtle change in someone’s life in mind, he shuffles up the stairs.

…

Tommy faintly remembers falling into a heap into their bed, but as consciousness returns to him, the morning sun blares its good morning through his eyelids. He groans, stretches, and burrows further into the warmth of Adam’s arms, his lover’s scent curling around him like a blanket, a warm breath brushing against his neck. He feels like home. Or so Tommy thinks until Adam sneezes against his neck.

“Hey,” Tommy’s voice echoes throughout the room.

Adam chortles between gasps against his neck and several minutes pass until he manages to stop laughing long enough to squeak out an apology that doesn’t sound all too sincere. Tommy wipes a hand against the side of his neck as he throws his lover a death stare over his shoulder.

“Yes m’sure. You sound so sorry.” He rolls to face Adam, observing the flush of freckled cheeks. His breath catches as Adam’s smile finally reaches those blue sparkling pools, the larger man still trying to stifle a giggle. A flash of uncertainty flashes through Adam’s eyes for just a moment, and Tommy wonders what the look on his own face said to cause that.

“I’ll make it up to you,” says Adam in a light and playful voice, but underneath there’s a note of concern.

“Oh you will, will you?” Tommy challenges, breaking into a bright smile. He can see the thin veil lift when Adam pounces on him.

“Mmmhmm.” The sound is soft against Tommy’s lips, their sleep-warmed skin pressing together. A long, skilled tongue searches his mouth until Tommy is making tiny encouraging noises, his smaller fingers gripping tightly in Adam’s obsidian tresses. The pitch of each sound climbs as swollen lips creep down his throat in a wickedly slow drag of teeth and tongue until they land at his collarbone. Tommy writhes as Adam licks and kisses his honey-colored skin, but it’s the feeling of Adam’s teeth, cutting and insistent, that causes his neck to fling to the side. With his free hand, Tommy shoves a pillow into his mouth to muffle his screams. When Adam’s jaws finally relax, his tongue soothes the now tender skin. Tommy’s pants into the pillow, his erection pressing into Adam’s belly and when Adam pulls away his lips are tinged with crimson.

“Oh god,” Tommy breathes as Adam’s bloody pout taunts him. With a sharp tug Tommy pulls Adam down to lick the evidence from those puffy lips.

“Mmm, was that a nice way to make it up to you? Or would you like this better?” Adam asks, bracing himself on one arm and squirming until their hips align. Tommy watches as Adam’s large hand wraps firmly around both of their straining lengths and begins to slick the moisture pooled in their slits, and then the hand is moving smooth and fast.

“Adam… mmph… please…” Adam twists his wrist on the upstroke and Tommy is gone. His cock spurts rope after rope of come, covering Adam’s hand and his own chest.

A desperate sound reaches his ears and he focuses on the flushed head of Adam’s dick as he too falls off the edge, each streak of come landing and mixing with Tommy’s seed. When Adam collapses away, Tommy runs a finger up his own chest and with a sweet smile, presses it to his boyfriend’s lips. Adam’s tongue darts out and Tommy whimpers as he laps the coated digit clean.

“Umm guys?” The sound filters through the door and a knock follows. Tommy blushes to his toes as he rolls from the bed and heads to their bathroom for something to clean up with. He hears Adam’s muffled voice from the bedroom telling Casey that they will be down in a few minutes.

…

They sit chattering in the soft light of the dining room. The eggs, toast, and waffles Adam places on the table smell like heaven and when he returns carrying syrup and butter, Tommy’s tummy rumbles in anticipation. Casey quirks an eyebrow at him before looking up at Adam with a questioning glance.

“He looks small, but don’t let him fool you. That boy can put away some food. Not sure exactly where he puts it mind you because there isn’t an ounce of fat on him,” Adam giggles. He presses a soft kiss to the top of Tommy’s head and then settles down at the table. “Help yourselves guys. Plenty more in the kitchen.”

Tommy’s eyes sparkle with something close to glee, his fork poised as he waits patiently, allowing their guest to go first. As soon as Casey’s fork sinks into his first waffle, Tommy scoops up three onto his plate, along with three pieces of toast and a healthy helping of eggs. He grabs the syrup and drowns his food with the sweet smelling substance before placing it back on the table with a thunk as he shoves an enthusiastic bite of waffle into his mouth. Once the sticky goodness hits his tongue he moans happily around the fork, content now to slow down and enjoy his breakfast. Adam’s eyes flash between Tommy and Casey as he piles food onto his own plate, satisfied that his breakfast was sufficiently edible considering his normal bad luck with cooking.

Forks hit plates as Tommy and Casey indulge in a deeper conversation, a not so pleasant continuation to the previous night’s question of Casey being violated. Not only had the people of The Fallen raped him, but he also had john’s every night who indulged in his services after each performance. The whole conversation leads to the pink elephant sitting not so silently in the middle of the table, but Tommy isn’t sure he wants to ask the question. Adam, being his normal intuitive self, seems to catch on to Tommy’s thought because he turns to Casey, a slight shadow dropping over his eyes. That is Adam’s ‘kid glove’ look, the gentle look he uses when he’s about to talk to someone about a tender subject.

“When they found you, I know they took your statement, but did they also send you to the hospital? I’m sure the information is in your file, but honestly I would rather just ask you about it,” he says softly, then waits for an answer.

Casey holds Adam’s gaze for a moment as he swallows a piece of egg. “Yes, they… uhh… they basically did a physical… and when they found me… it was just after a punishment. They cleaned the new wound, and they also cleaned me up… umm…” Casey’s eyes hit the floor, the words not wanting to come.

“You don’t have to say it, we both understand,” Tommy whispers.

Tommy watches Casey with his breath coming in huffs and his eyes closed tightly. He remembers this part and knows that touching him would only further the problem. “You’re safe here.” His voice is soft and calm, and a little fuzzy around the edges. “No one is going to hurt you,” Tommy reiterates as he waits for Casey’s breathing to calm. Finally Casey looks at Tommy with eyes of cerulean sadness.

The blonde man trembles, his voice wavering. “There was a shot, and stitches, and god it was awful. They did blood work and I was later notified that everything was normal, but I don’t feel normal.”

“They performed an STD test?” Adam questions, wanting the assurance that he had been thoroughly cared for, even though he knew it was standard procedure with the condition Casey was brought in.

“I’m clean,” he sighs, almost as if it’s a bad thing.

Tommy’s heart aches as he remembers the blood work and the tension of his own experience. When his test came back negative, a part of him was disappointed; he felt like he’d deserved to be punished. His mentality back then was that he deserved everything that happened to him. It took a lot of work to get to where he is, and even now sometimes a flash of doubt worms its way inside his head. He brushes those thoughts from his mind as they finish their breakfast in near silence, the only noises being Adam’s chair sliding from the table to collect the remaining food in the kitchen. As he places it on the table, both men look up at him and the grimaces on their faces say that no more food is needed.

With a nod Adam takes the leftovers back to the kitchen and Tommy hears the cabinet open as his boyfriend puts the food away. He returns moments later to gather the plates and loads them into the dishwasher.

“Alright guys, I know both of you could use some sunshine, so let’s go get dressed and enjoy the day. The social interaction will be good for both of you.” Adam smiles brightly, and Tommy rolls his eyes.

“Come on Casey, might as well listen to him, or he’ll moan until he gets his way,” Tommy says, his voice tinged with a smile as they both shuffle up the stairs with Adam bringing up the rear.

…

Tommy admires Adam’s fairer skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. The sun highlights his dark hair making it tinge almost red. Every inch of Adam’s body is coated in sunscreen SPF 75 that Tommy carefully applied before leaving the house to enjoy the day with Casey on the beach. The lotion mixing with sweat attracts fine granules of sand to Adam’s skin as he runs along the beach. It’s all Tommy can do to keep himself from drooling, so when Adam passes him, he wraps his fingers around Adam’s wrist until the larger man halts, his feet planting firmly only a few inches away from Tommy.

“Looks like Casey is busy with his new friends,” Adam says, casting a quick glance over his shoulder in time to see blonde hair catching in the wind as Casey rushes forward to knock a volleyball high into the air, “so I don’t think he’ll miss us if we take a dip.” The sensual note in Adam’s voice causes Tommy to nod hastily in agreement and they race toward the tide. Tommy pulls his shirt up and over his head and lets it fall behind him before diving into the water with a splash. Adam is right behind him and Tommy sighs when warm arms circle his waist. The cool water laps around his legs as they drift deeper into the waves lulling past them. Once the soothing bed of blue reaches Tommy’s nipples, they halt and sink their toes into the shifting sand. It’s then that Adam’s face widens with a smile; he tugs Tommy closer and bows his head to lick a bead of salty perfection from Tommy’s shoulder.

“Mmm yummy,” he breathes into Tommy’s skin as another gentle wave moves past them on it’s way to shore. The day is bright and the wind is calm, and it’s almost like ocean is tired, its waves making a sluggish descent past them toward the beach without crashing. The soothing water pushes and shoves for purchase against their bodies as they hold tightly to one another, content just to be. Their feverish skin finally cools and they breathe contentedly against each other’s lips in a sweet open-mouthed kiss. Afterwards, their eyes focus firmly on one another and Tommy trembles slightly in his lover’s arms, the intensity of Adam’s gaze leaving him begging for more. He wraps his legs around Adam’s waist, bringing their bodies closer, almost as if trying to meld them together at the groin. Not that Adam minds, he’s so hard for me already. Tommy’s eyes burn with lust and Adam catches wind of where Tommy thinks this is going. Adam lifts his feet from the sand, allowing them to float for a short moment before his eyes flicker toward the shore.

“Come on Glitterbaby, no sexin’ in the ocean for you today.” His laughter bubbles from his throat and his eyes sparkle like the surface of the wet bed they’re swimming in. “We’ve gotta take Casey by Tyler’s house before two and judging by the blaring ball above us, it’s a little after noon.”

Tommy gives Adam a pout, smiles, and kisses him on the nose before they begin their short trek to dry land. When they finally trudge from the water, their bodies are cooler, but their swim trunks drip profusely onto their toes. Tommy grabs his shirt from the sand and shakes it off as they head toward the sweaty, bouncing blond that’s still lurching through the sand like a shark, his eyes focused on the ball.

“Hey Casey,” Adam calls, “time to head back to the house.”

They watch as Casey says goodbye to the other players and heads over to them. His white shirt is drenched with sweat and his skin is partially visible underneath. Both men give Casey and appreciative whistle and he flushes under their intense gazes. Adam and Tommy bust into a fit off giggles and Casey soon joins in, realizing that the boys were just trying to make him blush.

“So what’s the plan?” Casey asks when the laughter finally stops.

“Gonna head back to our place and grab quick showers, then we’ll run you to Tyler’s place,” Adam answers as they head toward their car.

Their car is a short distance away and before opening the doors, Adam heads to the trunk. Tommy smiles when Adam retrieves clean towels so they can get home without soaking the seats, or in Casey’s situation to halfway protect the seats from the sand. Once inside they all manage to dust their feet into the parking lot and slip back into their shoes, and then they’re on their way.

…

Now clean and freshly showered the trio stands in front of a two-story house. Adam presses the doorbell and they can faintly hear the chime ringing, followed by the sounds of footsteps approaching the door.

The door opens to reveal a thin young guy, dark curls framing his face and looking like he’d stepped straight from the 70’s with bellbottoms hanging low on his hips.

“Oh hi Adam.” He nods toward Tommy and Casey with a friendly smile as he shakes Adam’s hand.

“Tyler, this is Casey,” says Adam, turning to the man now wringing his hands nervously beside him. “Casey this is Tyler, he runs this home, and he’ll be showing you around and getting you acquainted. He’ll also be helping you get back on your feet and will take you to the local job services so they can help you find work.”

Tommy stands quietly and observes while Adam continues to run over the basics, and then grins when Adam silently hands Casey his cell phone number ‘just in case’ as he always says.

They say their goodbyes, both men sandwiching Casey between them in a big hug, and before they return to the car, Tommy promises Casey he will drop by to check on him in the next few days.

…

The next several hours are spent in idle chatter with Tommy curled against Adam on their couch as a movie plays on the TV. It’s days like these that Tommy loves the most. No expectations, just the soothing feeling of Adam’s breath brushing against his ear and the warmth of Adam’s larger body to lean up against. It’s like this for hours, soft whispers, dozing, lounging, and a couple of frozen dinners in front of the TV until the sun sinks low into the sky.

It’s then they finally unfold from their cozy spot on the sofa. They separate just long enough to make it to the balcony where Tommy plops into Adam’s lap in the big old wicker chair where they silently watch the death of the day; pinks, oranges, purples, blues, all painting the sky with their majesty until finally the darkness encompasses them too and the sky glitters faintly with stars.

Tommy sighs and stretches in Adam’s arms before standing and reaching back to grab Adam’s hand. He tugs him up, and when the taller man stands with mere inches between them, Tommy reaches up on his tiptoes. His mouth barely grazes Adam’s ear, “so you wanna play?” he whispers hotly.

Blue eyes become hazy with lust, and Adam nips at Tommy’s bottom lip in reply. Tommy lets out a small “oomph” as Adam lifts him from his feet, cradles him over his shoulder and scurries inside through the house to their room. He places Tommy on the bed and watches with rapt attention as the smaller man quickly falls out of his clothes.

“You’re overdressed,” Tommy throws casually over his shoulder as he retrieves the dagger he and Adam bought after Tommy’s initial plea on wanting to try it again. He thought visually that the blade being revealed from the sheath would be exciting and so they purchased a small dagger with a blade about the length of his own hand that tapered to a fine point. However, it was the handle that drew them to it, hues of gold and blues with a scarab engraved on the hilt of the blade. It is exceptionally beautiful, and as he holds the knife out to Adam, the weight of it makes him shiver.

Tommy smiles at the puddle of his lover’s clothes on the floor. His eyes drift up finely muscled legs, a long hard cock straining against a smooth torso that’s just a smidge soft in the tummy, to finally reach eyes so blue that Tommy’s sure you could swim in them. Tommy shakes his head to clear it when Adam grasps the hilt, leaving his hand empty, and focuses his attention on Adam’s fingers wrapped around the handle.

“Lay back.” Adam’s voice almost cradles Tommy’s jerky movements, making the descent to his back a tiny amount smoother as those words calm his over-excited body.

Adam joins him on the bed, sitting cross-legged at his torso and Tommy reaches out to run his fingers over Adam’s knee. He needs to feel skin because as much as he trusts Adam, his nerves are sill slightly frayed. Frayed because Adam will be almost repeating the biggest step in his recovery.

Adam senses his tension and lets the blade drop to the bed. Silently he takes Tommy’s hand and looks at him with gentle eyes. “Shh baby, you’re not going to enjoy it like this. Relax, just feel me.” His words are soft, his other hand caressing Tommy’s smooth chest. Tommy takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, focusing just on Adam’s touch. His body calms under his lover’s hands and finally he opens his eyes to gaze at Adam, letting out a smooth sigh of contentment. The minutes slip by unnoticed, a lull of calm overwhelming him, his body going almost limp against the mattress as he watches Adam’s hand on his chest.

His reaction must satisfy Adam. The larger man picks up the dagger again, holding the hilt in one hand and the sheath in the other, slowly revealing the glint of the blade. Tommy’s breath catches at the feral look in Adam’s eyes as Adam stares intently at the smooth metal he reveals. The sight of the sharp object along with the primal look sends a twitch of arousal through Tommy’s hardening cock. He’s going to draw my blood with that. Another twitch and his dick begins leaking against his stomach. He wants to reach down and cup it, palm it, just something, but he knows the man above him will take none of that. His hand would be slapped away before it could even make it to its desired destination.

“Alright Glitterbaby, we’re going to start slow, so just stay still. I don’t want to go deeper than I need to, just enough to make you feel really good,” Adam’s says as he brings the blade over Tommy’s chest. His hand halts until Tommy nods in acknowledgement. Tommy’s eyes widen as Adam’s black nails shimmer slightly in the lamplight. His eyes are so intent on those nails that he jumps slightly when cold steel drags lightly over his nipple. Oh yessss. Tommy inhales slowly, the feeling of his nipple hardening into a tiny peak sending, sparks of sensation through his body. Mmm yeah this is good. The words are trapped somewhere in his throat as the tip of the dagger slides over his nipple.

“Adam,” he breathes out softly when he can finally think again.

“Hmm?” Adam’s lashes flutter until they focus on Tommy and he holds the knife mere inches from Tommy skin. Adam’s eyes are hazy with pleasure, but attentive, and that’s when Tommy notices his lover’s left hand is squeezing his own cock lightly, lacking intent but still causing pleasure to crawl over Tommy’s skin.

“Please…” The word is a hushed plea, beckoning Adam to wield the blade again.

“Mmm, such pretty words when you want something. You want to see your blood on my lips don’t you?” Adam’s voice is like black velvet, sinful and yet so soft.

“I wanna feel it, please Adam.”

Adam smiles in satisfaction before lightly drawing the blade over Tommy’s feverish skin. Tommy’s left hand curls, his own dark nails digging half-moon shapes into Adam’s pale thigh while his right clenches into the blanket. The blade bites, not enough to cut, just enough to split the top layer of his skin, and it stings. Like a motherfucking paper cut, Tommy’s mind supplies.

“Deeper, want to see my blood staining your lips. I want you to drink me in like a drug, my own personal vampire.” Tommy is surprised at how his voice sounds to his own ears, rough and almost sleepy.

Adam says nothing, but Tommy feels the dagger sink deeper into his skin. This is what I needed. Oh fuck, this is just like what I remembered. He feels a rush of adrenaline that accompanies what his brain says should be pain, but all he feels is liquid fire and heat running through him as the blood pools in the small gash just under his ribs. Several smaller slashes follow, each one inching up his ribs, and with each new cut the heat is converted to a sharp delicious pleasure. Adam is silent, but Tommy can hear his breathing coming in short pants with each slide of the knife, and then the blade stills as he gazes longingly at Tommy’s torso. He’s going to devour me. The thought no sooner leaves his mind as Adam leans back and drops the dagger onto the nightstand. In a flash he returns, arranging himself on his side with his head propped up in one hand and his body pressed as close to Tommy as possible. Tommy sighs as Adam’s arm settles on his stomach.

“Since you were so good for me, I’m going to lick you clean.” Adam adds emphasis to the word lick and Tommy’s sure it won’t be just the wounds his lover will be lapping at.

“I like the sound of th…” His words falter as Adam’s warm wet tongue licks along the line of one of the cuts. The sight of luscious pink coated with crimson makes him whimper, all future words lost to the universe. Instead his hand slides into Adam’s hair and gives it a sharp yank. Adam groans low in his throat in reply, his lips closing on the wound he’d just cleaned in attempt to taste more of the delicious essence; a rich tang of iron on his tongue.

Tommy’s head spins with ecstasy, only heightened when Adam pulls away and his lips are swollen and stained scarlet. Then blue eyes are right there in front of him and Adam swoops down to claim Tommy’s lips. He whimpers at the press of Adam’s chest against the wounds. Hurts so good. The noise gives Adam the opening to slip his tongue in Tommy’s mouth, sharing the flavor of blood on his tongue.

“Mmm you taste so good,” Adam says, finally breaking the kiss and sliding back down Tommy’s body. Blood smears between their bodies leaving streaks of deep ruby on pale freckled skin, but Adam is more focused on licking, nipping, and sucking the sweet fluid from Tommy’s torso. Each move of Adam’s tongue and lips incites pitiful squeaks and breathy moans, and when he’s satisfied that every bit of blood is gone, his tongue samples the pool of wetness on Tommy’s stomach left by that beautifully leaking cock. Tommy doesn’t even want to acknowledge the noise that leaves his mouth when the dark-haired minx finally laps at his slit. It’s somewhere between a whine and a mew and he’s pretty sure that it sounds like a sound effect for Oliver and Company.

Adam shifts so that one knee rests on each side of Tommy’s left leg. He settles with his cock nestled against the smaller mans thigh as his mouth hovers teasingly over Tommy’s length. His lips open wide, stretching obscenely over just the head to lick and suck the musky flavor from Tommy’s skin.

“Adam…” The sound is no more than a breath surrounding a tiny word that almost gets lost in between, but Adam hums an acknowledgement around the head of his dick, the vibrations making Tommy’s eyes roll back into his head.

“Don’t tease,” he says a fraction louder this time. “I can’t take it.” Again his fingers tangle roughly in Adam’s hair, pulling it, urging Adam to take him deeper. Deeper fuck! He yanks the strands taught when Adam swallows around him and Adam moans in response, causing Tommy to tremble. With each movement the raven-haired man makes on Tommy’s cock, he twitches his hips against Tommy’s thigh, the sweet friction eliciting more sounds that rumble from his throat into Tommy’s cock.

The dance continues as Tommy reels from the sensations flowing through his body, each bob of Adam’s head sending him closer to the breaking point. He instinctively lifts his leg up slightly, pressing his thigh more firmly into Adam’s heated flesh as the man humps his leg. Like an overgrown puppy. The thought would make him laugh, but at that moment Adam chooses to swallow three times in succession. It takes Tommy completely by surprise and he spills his seed down Adam’s contracting throat with a desperate cry.

When Adam pulls away, his lips are puffy as he licks them clean, his eyes dark and lust-filled. God he’s beautiful. Even more so when those bedroom eyes flash with wickedness as Adam sits back on his heels and raises one knee.

“Legs together.” His voice is sex for your ears and Tommy follows the instruction and watches Adam straddle both of his legs. He scoots forward until he’s sitting against Tommy’s upper thighs, their balls touching, and wraps his own long fingers around the thickest, most beautiful cock Tommy’s ever seen.

“Now watch.” Adam’s voice holds a hint of command as his thumb slides over the head of his cock, his eyes hooded and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. No problem, he’s gonna kill me with his sexiness. What a way to go! Adam’s hand begins the slow descent from the head of his dick, hand spreading his fluids to the base as his eyes shut. He strokes himself firmly and it’s somewhere along the third pass that Tommy whimpers. Adam’s placement was quite intentional it seems because with each pump, Adam’s balls brush against Tommy’s, the stimulation slight, but enough to make his cock jerk in reaction. Adam opens his eyes at the sound, just slits of blue, focusing on Tommy’s dick, which is beginning to stiffen with every movement. “Looks like little Tommy is enjoying the show,” he says in a deep, dark chuckle. “Touch it Tommy, wrap your fingers around your cock for me.”

The words compel Tommy to obey and soon his fingers are squeezing the base of his own cock, watching it with fascination as it leaps to attention. They soon find a rhythm, each of their movements sending shocks of pleasure into the other, moans filling the space between them. Finally the larger man shudders, a small gasp leaving his mouth as his come splatters against Tommy’s still stroking hand. This warm liquid smoothes Tommy’s movements and it takes him a handful (pardon the pun) of strokes before he’s spilling over his own stomach. The spilled fluid quickly becomes a sinful snack for Adam because Tommy no sooner blinks than his naughty lover’s tongue is snaking deviously over his stomach, cleaning and savoring the flavor. When Adam finally consumes the last drop, he slinks up Tommy’s body to lay beside him, brushes Tommy’s lips when he situates himself, and pulls him into his arms. Tommy nuzzles down into the embrace and falls into the deep, safe in the arms of the man who loves him.

…

The days that follow float away into a memory as Tommy brings Casey out of his shell with a proud Adam watching over his shoulder, until that nagging craving starts in Tommy's gut. Enough days have passed since their encounter that only thin pink lines remain along his torso, and the cogs in his mind turn restlessly as he plans for their next adventure. He’s already found a drop cloth to protect their sheets and purchased a small table to sit beside the bed so that everything can rest on a flat surface and not make a mess of their nightstands. All that’s left to buy is the center of the entire attraction. That’s why Tommy now finds himself standing alone in the middle of their local candle shop. Can’t be bringing Adam with him to spoil the surprise, so instead he waits until Adam is busy at Safe House before indulging this special little chore.

A man resembling Tommy Chong walks up to Tommy, eyes kind and sparkling.

“Welcome to Radical Wax. Dude, can I help you make a selection?” The gentleman asks. Oh god, he even sounds like Chong, did I just time warp to nineteen seventy-something? The thought isn’t curbed when Tommy notices the bright tie-dyed shirt the man is wearing accompanied by faded out bellbottoms. No, if anything it convinces him that he seriously stepped into the disco era. This is going to be interesting.

“Actually, I’m looking for something with a low burning point, something that won’t burn you if the wax hits your skin,” Tommy explains, not sure exactly how much he’s ready to share with a stranger.

“Well,” the man says as his fingers brush thoughtfully over his beard, “if you’re going to use it on skin,” he winks knowingly, “I would suggest paraffin pillar candles. They burn at low temperatures and the wax pools around the wick allowing it to cool, which is essentially what you want if it’s going to be transferred to skin.” For a hippy looking dude he knows his shit.

“Alright, so paraffin pillars, which would be where?” Tommy asks, his eyes fluttering over walls and displays of hundreds of candles.

“Everything on that back wall there is paraffin,” the man says, pointing over Tommy’s shoulder. He can feel his eyes bugging out. “The ones not in jars will be the ones you’ll want, and make sure you pick up holders to sit them on. They’re back there too.”

After what seems like an hour of perusing Tommy finally makes it to the register with an armful of goodies in a rainbow of colors. The Chong look-alike smirks as he rings up the items, placing the candles into a bag before individually wrapping each glass candleholder in newspaper and then they too find their way into the bag.

Tommy doesn’t even want to think about the total as he hands the cash over. He quickly accepts his change, mutters his thanks, and lugs the surprisingly heavy bag out the door.

…

Tommy fidgets nervously at the dinner table, pushing his rice around his plate restlessly. Adam knows something is up because the minute he walked in the door Tommy forbade him to go anywhere near their bedroom. Tommy had set everything up and had only finished minutes before Adam got home.

“So my little child of glitter, what do you have up your sleeve exactly?” Adam asks before shoving his own rice-loaded fork into his mouth.

“Mmm looks like you’ll just have to wait and see,” Tommy replies as he tries another bite of his quickly cooling dinner. His stomach flutters with butterflies, making the food feel like rocks in his tummy. He sighs before pushing away his plate, his eyes instead finding interest in Adam and the slow precise movements that Adam has with most everything, meticulous. He savors everything that graces his tongue with so much enthusiasm that sometimes Tommy wishes he could hear what Adam was thinking.

“I guess so,” Adam replies glancing up at Tommy curiously, “what, do I have something on my face?”

Tommy laughs at the expression on Adam’s face, the larger man wiping repeatedly at his mouth with his napkin. “No, you didn’t have anything on you it, I was just enjoying your pretty face.”

Adam’s face flushes at Tommy’s words, his eyes falling back to his plate.

“Oh come on baby boy, you know you’re gorgeous. Don’t go all shy on me now.” Tommy reaches across the table and squeezes Adam’s free hand. Tommy isn’t used to this side of Adam, bashful is normally the last thing he sees from his normally vibrant lover. “After all you’re a sexy beast,” he says with a soft chuckle.

This breaks whatever shy spell had been cast over Adam and sweet laughter begins to bubble from his lips. “Yes I am, now don’t forget it.” The words rumble through threads of giggles. “I’m bringing sexy back.” Adam’s eyes glitter with wetness. Laugh until we cry, who knew that was possible? The thought drifts through Tommy’s mind and as Adam flexes his biceps, Tommy can’t help but be affected by the contagious laughter and the silly, beautiful man in front of him. Soon there are tears streaking down both of their faces.

“My hero,” Tommy quips in his best princess voice before falling into another fit hilarity.

When their giggles finally calm, they’re both holding onto their stomachs. The ache in their muscles proves that laughter could very well be considered a new wave of abdominal exercise. The world would be happier, Tommy thinks to himself, realizing that all the giggling had alleviated his nerves a fraction.

Adam finishes his dinner in silence as Tommy waits patiently. He watches Adam pushes away his empty plate and then stands to collect it along with his own unfinished portion. At times like these Tommy wishes they had a dog. It’s a good idea in theory, but Tommy also knows from previous experience that they’re a lot of work. Maybe later, his mind supplies as he walks into the kitchen and scrapes the remains of his food into the trashcan. Tommy shoves both plates hastily into the dishwasher and even though he knows he should probably clean up some more, all he can focus on is the tall hottie who just walked in behind him.

“So?” Adam smirks, “what’s the plan for this evening?”

“Well, you my sweet, sweet man are going to stay down here while I finish prepping upstairs. Feel free to lose the clothes if you want and I’ll yell when you can come up.” Tommy smiles brightly and presses a soft kiss to Adam’s nose before bounding up the steps and into the bedroom.

He appraises his handy work. The bed is covered with the drop cloth and all the candles are set up neatly in their holders on the small table he’d purchased to sit by the bed along with wet towels. There’s a cooler of slightly watered down ice and a butter knife for later to make removal easier. This will be his most intricate activity thus far in regards to planning ahead and setting everything up. He can’t wait to see Adam’s reaction and with that thought in mind, he grabs the grill lighter and sets flame to each of the seven wicks. One for each color of the rainbow, he muses as he watches the flames flicker. Tommy can’t help but wonder how it will feel to be Adam’s canvas. Anything with Adam is perfect. He smiles softly to himself, quickly loses his clothes and climbs onto the bed. The candlelight flickers a warm glow over his skin as he lays on the drop cloth. Just a few more minutes. He wants to give the wax time to pool generously before beckoning Adam to join him.

The minutes tick by and flames dance hypnotically in Tommy’s eyes. After a while, he blinks out of the fire’s mesmerizing spell and calls out to Adam. As the soft padding of footsteps approach their room, Tommy shifts so that he’s lying on his stomach, one leg bent at the knee and his head looking over his shoulder. Adam arrives in all his naked glory and stands with his mouth agape, rooted at the doorway as if his feet had been cemented there, his eyes roving every inch of the scene laid so carefully before him.

“I want to be your canvas,” Tommy purrs at Adam, who just stands there in disbelief. It takes several seconds before Adam finally moves forward, his eyes sparkling in the flickering light that casts hues of orange and yellow along his skin. Candlelight definitely should be the only thing Adam ever wears.

“So umm, you want me to use the melted wax on you?” His voice trembles slightly and Tommy notices how hard Adam’s dick is as it strains against his stomach.

“Mmhmmm,” Tommy says, tilting his body to his side slightly so that he can look at Adam without twisting his neck. He finds the sight of Adam looking so carnal and hungry to be rather stimulating; his cock twitches against the drop cloth and his toes curl in response.

“Oh god.” Adam’s body shudders with pleasure as he slithers onto the bed, “I… uhh… this is something I’ve always wanted to try.”

“Then I’m glad I could help you to fulfill your obvious curiosity.” Tommy smiles wide and devious, his dark lashes fluttering innocently.

“I’m not sure curiosity is the right word, but I’ll go with that.” Adam lets out a shivery laugh. “I’ll be so careful.”

“I know you will.” Tommy lies back on his stomach, lifting for a moment to adjust his cock, and then burrows slightly into the drop cloth. “I’m ready. The candles are there and there’s ice in the cooler beside the bed incase you want to play with it too. So make the feathers pretty.”

Tommy keeps his eyes open and Adam reaches out a tentative hand to the blue candle. Long fingers wrap around it, lifting it from the flat disc and Adam smiles when he sees a mosaic Eye of Ra worked into the stained glass holder. He positions the candle over Tommy, the smaller man flinching slightly in anticipation as he waits for Adam’s hovering hand to spill the heated substance over his skin. That hand finally tilts and Tommy gasps when the first drop of heat hits his back, then drop after small drop rains down in succession and judging by the swirling motions of Adam’s arm, he’s creating some kind of intricate design.

“Okay?” Adam asks softly.

“Mmm, fine, feels amazing,” Tommy sighs. Feels like the warm and fuzzies are hugging my skin with that tender look on your face.

Adam nods in acknowledgement, but scrunches his nose in what appears to be frustration.

“Adam?”

“Not enough blue to finish what I was going for,” Adam says solemnly.

“Put it back on its holder and use another color then,” Tommy suggests, trying to contain the giggle that wants to escape at Adam’s pout.

“Oh okay,” Adam says, sounding much like a child who’d been told to put down his favorite toy in exchange for another one, but he does. He picks up the purple candle, green, then red, orange, then yellow, and finally something between blue and purple. Each one drips its essence onto Tommy’s skin, making him pant and moan through parted lips as each heated drop is followed shortly by another. It’s like a dance of sensation on his skin, every receptor waiting patiently for it’s turn until finally Adam looks satisfied with his work and sets the final candle down on the table. Tommy isn’t sure how much time has passed when Adam blows a cooling breath over his back; he only knows that his dick is aching, trapped between his stomach and the scratchy drop cloth.

“You… it… oh… it looks amazing, Tommy,” Adam breathes against his neck before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “The feathers are so colorful…they kind of remind me of peacock feathers. Stay there, I’m going to grab the camera, I want you to be able to see it without the wax being dislodged when you move.”

Tommy just lays there, head pillowed on his arm, letting the feeling of contentment and arousal wash over him. When Adam returns he snaps a couple of quick pictures before tossing the camera aside. He blows out the candles, grabs a cup of ice from the cooler and then gets comfortable on his side beside Tommy.

“You’re so beautiful,” Adam whispers. Dark brown eyes stare back at him.

“I am beautiful when I’m with you,” Tommy responds as Adam cups a cube in one hand. He touches the cube to each of the drops of wax, the cold causing the wax to harden more firmly on Tommy’s skin. Adam smirks, letting the chill hit his lover’s bare skin at random increments as he continues the journey over the gorgeous wax dappled skin under his hand.

Tommy whimpers softly, reaching desperately for Adam’s lips, and Adam drops the ice back into the cup to devour that sweet man before him. He hooks a thumbnail under a drop of crimson, loosening the sides before attempting to free it from Tommy’s skin. It comes off whole and Adam lays aside before squirming down to lavish that spot. It’s still slightly pink from the heat and Adam is sure it’s the best thing he’s tasted all day. He laves it with his tongue as Tommy writhes beneath him. With each drop he repeats his form of sweet, sweet torture until Tommy’s back is mostly clear of wax and it looks like a slightly warped ladybug. That’s when Adam finally draws Tommy into his arms, their lips and tongues meeting as the rest of their bodies press closely together.

Adam, where did you learn how to do that? God you almost made me cum just from feeling your tongue on my back. You are my heroine, and the only thing I will ever crave is more of the taste of you on my lips. Just like this. Perfect. They make love, and it doesn’t matter who is leading or giving, they just love each other.

Later, in the lull of their post-orgasmic haze, Tommy’s words drift to sleep-deaf ears. “Can I keep you?” It’s a whisper, and he is both scared that Adam won’t hear and even more so that he will, but he knows he’s doomed. The beautiful man beside him owns his heart, mind, body and soul. And at this point he wouldn’t have it any other way. “I brought you to life, but you conquered your sins,” murmurs Adam. Tommy softly sings the words to himself with a smile.

Onto the next part The Friday Night Delight

Comments

[wizardesslyn.livejournal.com]

Hoh shit!

This story is so...
what's the word I'm looking for??
sublime and teasing, yes that feels right on the tongue,
that it made me ache.

Going on to the next part!

[pyrosgf.livejournal.com]

Mmm sublime and teasing taste really good on my tongue.