Running Out of Days (2/2)

[pyrosgf]

His sleep was blissfully dreamless and he woke up much the same way he’d fallen asleep with his head laying on Adam’s chest, only this time the gentle thrumming lulled him into alertness.



They’d been wandering through the woods for hours, but for all they’d discovered it felt like they’d been at it for days. Day twelve had been spent lost in a forest, the undergrowth making their movements slow. Finally Tommy gasped when he stumbled through a final patch of thick green vines into a very familiar clearing. In the daylight it looked different, the sun highlighting the nearly perfect circle of grass and moss that was present in his dream. He turned around looking at the bordering trees, made a full turn then another half turn before getting his bearings. His eyes shifted and he closed them, pulling the vision back from his memory. After seeing the same area highlighted by a sliver of moonlight in his mind, Tommy opened his eyes again.

He stumbled forward and heard Adam's footsteps following behind him. "It was this way," he murmured under his breath. It seemed like a longer walk than it had in the dream, but they came upon the mouth of the cave just as he’d remembered it, hidden behind thick vines. He reached forward, his eyes shrouded by the memory of this scene veiled by the cover of nightfall, his hand catching the vines and revealing the opening. He squinted but could see nothing past the opening. Stepping forward, Tommy was suddenly seized by a wave of what felt like electricity. His skin crawled and he could go no further. He knew then that they had indeed found the right place. Penny was just out of his reach, and they had failed her.

Adam sighed behind him. “Looks like the hound’s smarter than we’ve given it credit for. It’s a spell of some sort. I’m not familiar with it, but I can feel the magic. If I had to guess I’d presume it seals off this opening until darkness falls across the land, when it has the advantage. Now that we know where we can find her we can go home and devise a plan, baby. I know you wanted to try to get her today, but this is honestly what I expected. Nothing dealing with those hell beasts is ever this easy. Trust me.” Adam’s voice was soft and he threw a gentle arm around Tommy, pulling their bodies closer together. His mouth pressed against Tommy’s ear. “Don’t worry baby, it’s not over by a long shot. Tomorrow is our day, or night rather, to come out victorious. Tonight we use to make a game plan.”

The walk back to their vehicle was silent, only the sounds of crunching leaves and brush beneath their feet permeating the air. Tommy felt as if his insides were crumbling. He was so close to his sister, but she was still so far out of his reach.

The ride home was much the same; the noted exception was Adam’s attempt to sing to him. Adam always found the words to make everything better and when ‘if every word I said, could make you laugh I’d talk forever,’ came out in a silky smooth voice, Tommy forgot everything for just a little while. He drifted in the waves of the notes, enveloped by the tenderness in Adam’s tone and the pure pleasure such a simple act brought him.

Tonight they would come up with a plan, but this evening as the sun settled down low into the sky, Tommy needed this, and he needed to be loved.



Three steps into their loft and Tommy plastered himself into Adam. Desperate needy kisses pressed in and around Adam’s lips, tasting, devouring until Adam pushed him away. Immediately a pang of hurt ran through him. He looked up at Adam, giving his best puppy dog eyes only to have the larger man motion to him to wait a minute.

It took all of five seconds for Tommy to realize his misunderstanding when Adam quickly divested himself of every stitch of clothing on his body. “Clothes off,” he ordered.

Tommy nearly fell over himself to comply and when he too was standing in nothing but what he was born in, their bodies collided, hands and lips grappling for dominance until Adam nipped Tommy’s bottom lip and growled. Tommy melted into Adam then and Adam scooped him up, blindly racing to the bedroom, his attentions on Tommy’s lips and not the direction he was walking. Thankfully though, they made it without injury and Adam dropped Tommy unceremoniously onto the mattress.

Tommy whined at the loss of heat, but Adam was shuffling through their end table and huffed triumphantly when his fingers presented a bottle of lube. And then Adam stalked him. The beautiful predator locked his eyes on Tommy and licked his lips hungrily, desire written plainly on his face when he slinked up the bed and plastered their bodies together.



They slept late into the morning, but the first thought that crossed Tommy’s mind when his consciousness returned was it's day thirteen. He shifted until his nose was nearly brushing Adam’s and Adam’s eyes fluttered open.

“Mmm morning,” Adam rumbled and hugged Tommy closer.

“Today, it’s… this is our last chance.” Tommy felt the tears swell in his eyes and his bottom lip quivered, but he couldn’t stop it.

Adam simply held him tighter and pressed kisses into his hair until Tommy could breathe without sniffling again. Then their day of battle began.

Preparing for the night was eventful. It kept them busy for a time, methodically going over everything they might need. They didn’t pack flashlights since Adam emitted enough light for them to see by, but they did pack blankets, a first aid kit, and Tommy’s cell phone.

Tommy’s stomach revolted when Adam began the task of putting the potion to kill the hellhound into small glass bottles. They looked like miniature wine bottles complete with corks and after several were filled and lined on the counter, Tommy could no longer fight the bile rising in his throat. The scent of the vile concoction permeated his senses, riling up his already nervous stomach. He gagged for several minutes over the toilet, never quite vomiting, but spitting stomach acid and saliva wasn’t a pleasant experience either.

Adam came in a few minutes later holding a glass of ginger ale to Tommy’s nose. He insisted quite adamantly that Tommy sip from it, swearing it would settle his stomach. It was a slow process, but the cool liquid sliding down his throat felt amazing and they finally took their party to the couch until Tommy managed to finish the drink. It indeed helped calm his stomach, much to Adam’s delight. Adam always liked knowing he was taking care of Tommy. Tommy definitely wasn’t going to complain about Adam babying him in this instance.

With his stomach settled and everything packed, it was a waiting game until the evening. They’d gone over the plan a million times, and since Fall was moving in and the days were becoming shorter, they had decided to start their journey to the cave around five so that they would be sure to make it there just about nightfall. Once darkness fell Tommy hoped with every fiber of his being that the spell would be broken and he would be able to reach his sister. With the hellhound in the cards he just didn’t know. Adam had said his father never used the potion. They didn’t know if it would work, or if they would make it out alive.

With those thoughts in mind Tommy made a quick call to his mother. He told her he loved her, but everything else he wished he could say was locked tight in his lungs. He wanted to thank her for being such a good mother, but right now those words would lead to questions he would have to evade. A simple I love you would have to do until, well, hopefully until they came back with his sister.

Tommy knew Adam was watching him as he spoke on the phone and as soon as the phone call ended Adam tugged Tommy into his lap. Tommy settled into Adam and for several minutes it was almost as if they were saying goodbye in the event they didn’t make it. They nuzzled against each other’s faces; warm breaths caressing slightly stubbly cheeks, and when their lips touched neither closed their eyes. No, this eye contact was born of pain, need, and anxiety. Blue eyes swam with unshed tears and when Tommy blinked he realized that his eyes were also watery. When their lips finally parted, shuddery breaths were taken in, and one look at the clock told them their night of horror was approaching.

They would leave in ten minutes and begin the trek to the cave. Tommy wasn’t a praying man per say, but in that moment he prayed to whatever gods might be listening that this night they would come out victorious.



Dusk settled in just as they reached the clearing, leaving everything almost grey to Tommy’s eyes. They needed to find the cave and they needed to find it now, but with a backpack on his back and a vile of potion in each palm Tommy really couldn’t afford to get in a hurry and fall.

“Adam,” he whispered.

Adam didn’t speak, but his presence was strong at Tommy's back and when a soft ambiance lit a small area around them, Tommy sighed in relief.

They located the path they’d taken the previous day and the closer they got to the cave, the stronger the scent was of ash in the air. They didn’t speak, but Tommy could feel the tension growing in Adam’s larger form. When they reached the area just before the mouth of the cave Adam fell back just as they’d planned, and the next series of events happened so quickly that Tommy didn’t have time to react.

He was flat on his back; the air whooshed out of his lungs when a large form landed paws first on his torso. He didn’t hear any bones break, but was sure some internal organs had been rearranged judging by the pain he felt throughout his abdomen. Tommy wasn’t even sure why he was cataloging these things when there was a huge monster right there, its hot breath on his neck and its teeth bared. The smell of ashes oozed from the very essence of the monster's being. He felt the weight of it, saw hell in its eyes, but he wasn’t afraid the way he’d been in the nightmares. Tommy accepted this thing as his fate. It dawned on him then that words were coming out of his mouth unchecked. He was begging, pleading with this beast to take him, to leave his sister behind. In his haste to brace himself for the fall he was sure he'd lost the potions, but his hand clenched around something and he realized there was still one tiny vile left. With a deep breath he used his thumb to flick its cork.

“Please gods, or whatever divine entity that might be listening. Fuck, please work,” he mumbled the words under his breath.

The hellhound snarled, bared its teeth and Tommy froze.

“Cover your face.” Adam’s voice sounded so distant, but Tommy dropped the bottle and put both hands over his face. He heard a whir, air being displaced as something flew through it, and the unmistakable shatter of glass breaking. A mournful howl echoed through the night and the creature of misery seemed to melt before his eyes, leaving him covered in a substance that was thick a mucky like tar.

He gasped for breath, the weight of the situation finally hitting him. Then Adam and his calming presence were there, bringing a honey light to the situation.

“Are you okay?” Adam hovered beside him, long warm fingers brushing over Tommy's cheek.

“I… I…” Tommy muttered. He slowly sat up, breath hitching from the pain radiating through his center.

“Tommy?”

“I… it hurts, but Penny, baby, get Penny,” he whimpered and it took everything in him to make it back to his feet.

Adam stood and Tommy watched the light enter the cave. A soft whine meeting his ears, and then Adam was making soothing cooing noises. Rustling, and then an amber glow was visible as it approached the mouth of the cave. Adam was holding his sister.

Her face was wet from tears and she was trembling, but the minute her eyes found Tommy's he knew she was okay. The light was there and she hadn’t been injured. His own pain melted into the background and he scrambled to Adam, throwing one arm around Adam and his other around Penny. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he nuzzled his face into her neck, the scent of earth and ash corrupting his nose, but he didn’t care. He was so thankful that Penny was safe.




“Her kidnapper asked us to meet him with money, no cops,” said Adam. Tommy listened intently trying to file away the details of their cover-up. Tommy looked over at Penny. She was still trembling slightly, but her eyes were locked on the back of Adam’s head as he spoke. Tommy held his breath for a moment and hoped it would all pan out, because this was going to be the biggest performance of their lives.

“We still don’t know how he got your cell phone number, and since you ‘lost’ your cell tonight in the woods they won’t be searching your phone for information. The fight was hard and I came too late to find you huddled on the ground and the man had already disappeared. He was wearing a mask and it was too dark to decipher his features. Most importantly we want them to think our direction sense was off and we don’t know our way back to the cave… and Tommy the black stuff, I don’t even know how to explain it,” Adam rambled, shaking his head.

After a long trip through the woods, Adam carrying Penny and supporting Tommy at his side, they finally reached the car. Penny had been silent until they reached the car and Adam changed forms. She’d looked at him with serious eyes and thanked him for being her guardian angel. Tommy knew when Penny thanked Adam that she would go along with the story.

Tommy bit his lip against the pain radiating throughout his middle and tried to listen while Adam finished the story they would recite back to the police officers. The words were slightly muffled by the sounds of blood rushing through his ears. He was still high on adrenaline and was having issues focusing but he thought he’d caught most of what Adam was saying. Oh fuck, Adam had said something about the black stuff all over Tommy's clothes. His brain was slow to register the words, but he did the only thing he could think to do. He stripped every stitch of clothing on his body aside from his underwear and tossed it from the moving vehicle. “Tell them my clothes were wet, and you had to strip me when we got to the car. You wanted to make sure the cold clothes didn’t make me sick.”

Adam huffed but before he could get out any words Tommy continued, “Adam who cares if they don’t buy it. They can’t prove anything otherwise. I mean really even if we told them the fucking truth they’d just commit us to the psychiatric ward. No human is supposed to survive an encounter with that kind of evil. All I know is Penny is safe, and oh, oh… Adam fuck momma’s safe too. We’ll have the hospital contact Detective Stone, surely he’ll bring momma to the hospital.” The more words that spilled from his mouth the more delirious he felt. When they finally pulled up to the hospital, his body felt light and airy. He barely noticed the cold when the men in white lifted him from the car and settled him on the stretcher. The words were muffled, but he vaguely heard Adam’s voice, upset and yelling. Tommy tried so hard to tell him it was okay, he was fine, but his tongue felt like cement in his mouth and the words just wouldn’t come. He finally drifted off, white noise crackling in his ears, and the pain was gone.



Out of body experiences were just the stories Hollywood liked to make up to make you feel better about dying, weren’t they? So Tommy thought until he found himself drifting above his body, looking down at his pale skin in sharp contrast to his ghoulish horror movie tattoos. He didn’t think his injuries were that severe, but watched as a crash cart was rushed into the room. Paddles were placed on his chest, and the words ‘severe internal bleeding’ were murmured between the doctors. He heard the whir of the electricity gearing up, and the word ‘clear’ ring out. Suddenly he was sucked back into his body, warm, cozy, and light.

Clouds swayed, and the borders of his vision were fuzzy like those dream-sequences in movies. Who knew those happened for real? A bright light blared for an instant, and an overwhelming calm overcame Tommy. He squinted into the distance, and there he was. Adam with wings. Oh fuck, Adam. His mind consciously fought the clouds, trying and failing to wake, but needing to. He had to wake up for Adam.

“Come now,” Adam said.

Tommy shook his head from side to side and backed further away.

“Don’t you want to go home?” The slide of his voice was familiar, but the wings were all wrong. Tommy expected this Adam to be garnishing a harp.

“No, my Adam needs me. I want to go back to him.”

The doppelganger nodded in acknowledgement and walked off into the distance until Tommy could no longer see him.



The next thing Tommy knew, the scent of sterile over-processed air hit his nose. His head felt swimmy, and he cracked open an eye to find a barren expanse of overly white walls and medical equipment. He dared to lift his head slightly to take stock of his body. His stomach quivered momentarily at the motion and his vision blurred. When it cleared he wiggled his toes and watched the movement of the blanket at the end of the bed.

That didn’t hurt. His fingers twitched beside him and the IV shifted, causing a
mild jolting thought of ‘ewww I hate those things,’ but no his hand was fine too.

Tommy rested his head against the pillow and scanned the rest of the room. He finally looked to his right, and there was Adam, sleeping awkwardly in one of those too small hospital chairs. He was pale, his freckles standing out in sharp relief, and dark circles sat beneath his eyes. Tommy had never seen a more beautiful sight.

“Ah.” He opened his mouth to speak only to realize how parched and feverish his throat felt. That small noise was enough though. Adam's long form shifted, then his eyes opened and stared right into Tommy's core.

“Tommy, baby, you’re awake.” In a flash Adam was standing beside the bed, hovering over him. A soft warm hand wrapped around his and Adam’s lips pressed softly into his hair. Tommy smiled, the septic scent leaving his nose to be replaced by the familiar scent of Adam.

“Wa-water,” Tommy croaked.

“Of course,” Adam replied and hurried over to the dinner cart where a water pitcher and cup sat. He grabbed the cup and filled it, being careful of the straw, and hurried back to Tommy.

Tommy sighed when the cool cup was placed in his hand. His hand was a little shaky and stiff, but he placed the straw against his lips and took a generous sip. He felt like grass being drenched in rain after a long drought.

“Better?” Adam asked.

“Yeah,” Tommy sighed as the events that had occurred during his time sleeping came back to him. “Did I uhh… what happened?”

Adam’s face became pained and Tommy saw it before Adam could mask it. Tommy knew then that his memory was correct. He had died.

“Well, umm…”

“Just tell me, Adam.”

“You had some severe internal bleeding. I don’t know how you managed to walk back to the car. The doctors read off a long list of things they had to correct in surgery. It’s… you shouldn’t be alive,” Adam sniffed, “at first they wouldn’t tell me anything. I got in touch with Detective Stone and he brought your mom. She finally got those asshole nurses to lay off. You’d been out of surgery for a couple of hours by the time they finally let me back to see you.”

Tommy nodded, tears welling in his eyes and he squeezed Adam’s hand tightly. He used his other hand to tentatively touch his abdomen. He could feel the swell of bandages beneath his fingers. “How long? Where’s Penny? Where’s my mom? Are they okay…”

Adam shushed Tommy with a finger against his lips. “You’ve been sedated heavily for the past two days. Penny was released with minor cuts and bruises, your mom will be here later, and they are both just fine. I’ll have to call Detective Stone. He said he wanted your statement about the incident as soon as you were awake. You remember?”

“Yeah.”

“They already got a statement from Penny, and they nailed me down for one as soon as I was sure you were going to be okay. They came in the room. I wouldn’t… couldn’t leave you. I… fuck Tommy I thought I was going to lose you, and it would’ve been my fault. I froze when that fucker jumped you. It was like my feet were settled in concrete.”

Adam’s face fell with what Tommy could only think was guilt. His own emotions swelled up in his throat and the tears finally fell. He didn’t blame Adam, and he knew no matter what he said Adam would still hold himself responsible. Instead he tried for reassurance. “But baby you didn’t lose me. I’m, it’s fine, I’m just… it’s really over? We really did it Adam?”

“Yes baby.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Adam leaned down and Tommy sighed when their lips touched, his heart fluttering happily in his chest. A little too happily if the heart monitor were any indication. His pulse quickened and it wasn’t long before footsteps came running into the room.

Tommy looked over to see a very unamused nurse wagging her finger at them. “They’ll be none of that,” she chided, “can’t have us thinking you’re in distress.”

Tommy almost had the decency to look embarrassed, but he just couldn’t manage it. He even dared for one more kiss, and when Adam pulled away the nurse approached. She checked the machines, his IV, and asked him a million questions about how he was feeling.

“One more thing before I go, boys.” They both turned their attention to her. “You boys hungry?” She smiled genuinely for the first time.

“Please tell me the cafeteria has burritos,” Tommy replied and heard Adam chuckling at his side.

“Hmm ‘m not sure, but I’ll go see what I can round up for you both. By the way, I was a big fan. I was at the last show you guys performed. Let me tell you boys that was one helluva way to go out,” she giggled and walked out the door leaving Adam and Tommy with their mouths agape.



Six Months Later

In retrospect their ordeal felt like a bad dream to Tommy. His brain didn’t want to accept the paranormal dangers that lurked in the darkness, but it didn’t mind the beautiful celestial being that had settled between his open thighs.

The case of Penny’s kidnapper was cold; goodness knows the cops would never find ‘him.’ The incident though instilled a valuable lesson. Appreciate your family. Love them with everything you have because they could slip from your grasp tomorrow. He’d come so close to losing Penny and had momentarily lost his life by saving her. Now he valued every breath, and loved with every ounce of his being.

Tommy bit his lip, all thoughts of the past slipping away as Adam mouthed the only remaining evidence of Tommy's bout with hell’s monster. The scars on his abdomen were still slightly pink, standing out against his pale flesh. In the beginning he’d mourned the loss of his untainted flesh. Now he considered them battle scars, a badge of honor for his heroism. Yeah it was kinda crazy, but it was how he managed to cope.

Adam’s tongue, Tommy had discovered, was longer in this form. That sinful pink thing taunted his abdomen with warm swipes and languid licks. Then it was delving into his navel and he whimpered. Adam just looked up at him with amusement. The swish of wings fanned cool air over Tommy and he shivered, his fingers delving into inky black strands attempting to guide Adam to his cock.

Adam laughed and pulled back. “Nope… sorry baby that’s not on the menu for today. Today I finally get to sink into your hot little ass in this form and frankly I’ve gotta concentrate on getting you ready for this,” Adam said, his hand reaching down to outline the rather large erection hidden behind denim. Apparently every part of Adam was a little bigger like this.

Adam smirked, almost crossing the line into cocky, but the minute he flipped a warm wet tongue at Tommy's hole, all conscious thought was gone. All Tommy could do was feel the slick slide of soft flesh against his skin, and the delicious tingle that ran through him when the pointed tip breached him.

“Oh, oh,” Tommy gasped and squirmed back toward Adam.

That action was quickly snuffed when big warm hands imprisoned his hips, fingers squeezing. It was a silent command to stay still.

“Please,” Tommy begged, his fingers digging into the sheets while Adam’s tongue delved deeper still.

One hand slid from his hip to stroke a soothing line down his side and Tommy shuddered. Sparks lit behind his eyes, every muscle in his body pliant and limber with pleasure. Then the searching heat was gone, replaced by the whisper of air from beating wings. Tommy whined low in his throat, but Adam was pulling away. He looked up, searching, needy to be filled once more.

Adam stood at the foot of the bed and shimmied out of the second skin he insisted were jeans. Then Adam was flitting about the room. Tommy sagged into the pillows when he spotted the bottle of lube in his lover’s hand.

“Mmm my pretty boy, I wouldn’t leave you hanging,” Adam purred while he slithered up the bed. Tommy sighed happily when Adam nudged his nose into the crook of Tommy’s neck. Sweet kisses and gentle nips were pressed into the tender flesh, and distantly Tommy heard the sound of the cap being opened and felt the cold slickness of Adam’s finger circling his hole. That finger wiggled and pushed just the smallest amount and Tommy groaned with relief. His hips were free and slowly he dared to sink down on the delicious length of Adam’s finger. Just one was never enough, but it was the start of an amazing, fascinating process that always left Tommy feeling like Jell-o.

“Mmm, more…. please.”

Adam breathed warmly against Tommy's ear and directed him to flip over onto his back. Tommy was happy to comply and his reward was Adam pushing two long digits in. In and out they moved slowly at first, then faster and soon searching, feeling out that special place. When Adam bumped it Tommy’s hips bucked up of their own accord and he moaned.

“You ready for another?” Adam asked, and Tommy was somehow reminded of Mother May I. He nodded, his eyes locked on the swirling silver depths of Adam’s eyes. When the third pressed in Tommy’s eyes fluttered for a moment and he drew in a quick breath, his body momentarily tensing at the invasion. Adam had frozen in place and then Tommy finally relaxed.

“Go on.”

“Mmmhmm, gotta make sure you’re nice and open for me baby.”

Adam's fingers began the task of opening Tommy up, and while the stretch burned slightly it was so fucking good that he was melting into the sheets. His mind drifted, as did his eyes down to that beautiful cock. Adam’s length was standing at attention, and Tommy swore he could see the blood pulsing through the ghastly pale flesh. It almost gave his erection a peachy hue. Tommy might’ve laughed at that thought if not for Adam pressing a forth slick finger at his hole and drawing his focus back to his own body.

“I’m ready.”

“Relax baby, let me just make sure. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tommy sighed and nodded. Adam gave him a forth finger and fuck his body felt strung out, tight like a bowstring ready to snap back into place. It was good, so good, but just this side of being too much and his short blunt nails raked against the sheets. The sound of his heart thrumming in his ears was loud, as was the wail he let out when Adam nudged his prostate.

“Fuck… shit… damn… mother…” Tommy cursed. Finally he focused again when Adam removed those long fingers, but then it was to glare daggers at Adam for leaving him hanging, so open and ready to be filled.

“Patience lover,” Adam said, quickly squeezing more slickness into his hand and coating his cock until it was glistening. “Now take a deep breath, and tell me if anything hurts. I know how tight you are when I’m in my human form and I’m not sure how that lil ass of yours is gonna handle me like this.”

Tommy breathed deeply and felt the blunt head of Adam against his hole. Adam shifted and Tommy’s body opened up slowly. Adam’s wings trembled and he was whispering softly. Adam crooned encouragements and observations and Tommy shivered in response, each word casting warmth in his belly. Their eyes locked for a moment then Tommy finally took in the whole beautiful picture. Adam’s face was scrunched up with the effort used to hold back, but Tommy was still taken back by the intensity of his gaze and the pure passion that rolled off him in waves.

It felt amazing at first and then his body suddenly engulfed the tip, too fast, too much and he gasped and grabbed Adam’s wrist. He squeezed hard and panted. Adam was stock-still, his eyes wide and concerned when Tommy looked up into them. He couldn’t find the words to speak, but his eyes must’ve said everything because Adam gave him time to pull himself together.

“Sorry,” Adam whispered.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. It was just sudden...I wasn’t expecting it like that.”

Adam looked a tad sheepish. “My fault, my hips got a mind of their own there for a minute. Everything is just much more sensitive for me like this apparently.”

“More,” was Tommy’s reply and he finally loosened his grip on Adam’s wrist.

Tommy felt the slow slide of Adam’s cock filling him. When Adam’s groin met his ass Tommy wriggled slightly, the fullness causing a delicious burn to slide down his spine. The low whine that came from Adam caused Tommy to finally take in the entire scene, not just what he was feeling.

He was entirely caught by the beauty of Adam for a moment. Long dark strands plastered to pale skin that shimmered with perspiration. Adam’s expression was somewhere between pleasure and pain, and his bottom lip was imprisoned by his teeth. The broadness of his shoulders seemed larger somehow when his wings fluttered gently behind him. Tommy looked lower to Adam’s defined abs and a small pang of something hit his chest in that moment. This Adam was beautiful yes, and muscular, and probably what some would envision as the perfect man. But Tommy missed the slight softness of Adam’s stomach and everything else that others might consider imperfections.

Adam must’ve seen something in his face; he made a soft sound that got Tommy’s attention. Tommy smiled up at Adam letting those thoughts fall away until it was just Adam, he was always Adam, even with wings and the soft brilliant shine of his skin. Still Adam. Adam returned the smile and Tommy got lost in it when Adam’s hips began a slow rolling motion. It wasn’t like his normal thrusts, no, it was… his mind couldn’t form enough thoughts past pleasure to figure out the motion, but it was fucking hot. So fucking good, and Tommy made it known in the words spilling from his lips, encouragement, curses, praises, and who knows what else.

“You’re so tight, mmm, you don’t know how fucking good you feel baby. The way you writhe on my cock,” Adam purred. Adam licked the shell of Tommy’s ear and pushed his knees back a little, changed the angle just fraction and with the next roll of Adam’s hips Tommy groaned. Each nudge of Adam’s cock against that spot made Tommy babble.

Tommy’s cock was aching, dribbling between them, and when he reached down and wrapped his fingers around it Adam growled ‘mine’ into his ear. Tommy dropped his hand at it was replaced by Adam’s. His tight, firm grasp left Tommy seizing, so close to the edge. “Come on baby.” It was a command in Tommy’s ear and he was gone, cock spilling long, hot jets of cum between them and over Adam’s fist.

He finally melted back into the sheets, relaxed and pliant. Adam was still rocking into him, and his hand gripped Tommy’s hip so tightly it was sure to bruise. But Tommy focused on the sharp whimpers and low whines breathed against his skin. He turned his head to nuzzle into Adam’s hair, his lips touching Adam’s ear. “Let go, come on, Adam. I’m not going to break.”

And just like that the string broke, Adam’s strokes were hard and deep and Tommy couldn’t believe the feelings coursing through his body. He was, “fuck, fuck, I…” Tommy whined, and Adam was biting against his collarbone. Tommy’s cock twitched and cum splashed his belly, his body going tight with orgasm just as Adam’s hips faltered.

Tommy was dazed, completely spent. He was pretty sure his body was indeed a puddle on the bed, and the warm press of Adam’s skin made him tingle.

When they could finally breathe again Adam carefully pulled out and rolled onto his side. The sound of wings shuffling caught Tommy’s ears and with a flash of light his Adam was beside him. All warm, soft skin, and Tommy tugged Adam against his body.

“I… how… I’ve never…” Tommy sputtered when he could finally formulate words.

Adam smirked. “I’m just that good.”

Giggles bubbled out through the room, and Adam silenced them with sweet tender kisses. Like this Adam was perfect and Tommy felt like the luckiest man alive. He was alive, well, and his best friend in the world was also his boyfriend. They both knew their days were numbered, as are everyone’s. Everything is born with an expiration date.

Tommy knew after touching death for an instant that he and Adam would value the rest of their days together instead of just living them. Life for them wouldn’t just be one day after another: it would be one day to love after another.

~The End

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Comments

[fara1903.livejournal.com]

Wow, that was an excellent ending! Great job, bb!

[pyrosgf.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed it. My first foray into horror.