“Adrian...” Zeke called out, leaning over the side of the leather couch in the living room. He peered intently at the open front door as his older lover Adrian walked into the room. “You were supposed to be home an hour ago,” Zeke whined, taking in how Adrian’s lanky body filled out a tight long-sleeved shirt and even tighter pair of leather pants with a sultry leer.
Adrian let his grey eyes travel along the length of Zeke’s lean body, clad only in a lacy pink thong, and his tongue darted out to lap at his lips.
“Hey baby, how has your day been?”
Zeke shrugged and smiled sweetly over at Adrian, the scar that curved along the corner of his full mouth flexing as he became more animated.
“Fine I guess, but I’ve been waiting for you like forever.”
At first Zeke’s voice was light and almost calm, but as he talked his voice deepened with poorly disguised anger. “What took you so long?”
Adrian sighed and pulled off his boots, resting them next to a pair of Zeke’s own boots. His scuffed combat boots looked out of place next to Zeke’s perfectly polished patent-leather crimson ankle boots. “The client asked for an extra and it took forever for me to do it. And then I got stuck in rush hour traffic on my way back here.”
“You were working for that wannabe Congressman um...Kenneth Rice right?” Zeke eyebrows scrunched together and he made a rather cute face as he thought. “Didn’t he hit on me at my birthday party?”
Adrian grinned. “I’m sure he did, love. Rice is known in the underworld for his excellent taste in men as well as for his generosity towards those men. That reminds me, what did he get you anyway?”
Silence for a moment.
“Shit! I don’t remember that night very well,” Zeke murmured, still draped over the back of the couch. “Either he got me that glass dildo that we never use or front row seats for the opera. I don’t remember which one though.”
Zeke stared at Adrian as he walked over to the dining room table and picked up an apple from the bowl in the center.
“Something’s wrong isn’t it? Did something happen on the job?” Zeke’s blue eyes were worried and he clenched his fingers around the couch’s leather upholstery. “Did Rice do something to you?”
“As if I would ever let down my guard enough for that scumbag to get the jump on me,” Adrian snarled, tearing into the apple with a savage look on his face. “No that’s not what’s wrong. D’you wanna know what the problem is?”
Zeke nodded timidly.
“Rice wanted me to kill a lover of his that was asking for a little too much. That extra that I mentioned was for me, to make it look like autoerotic asphyxiation.”
At Zeke’s blank look, Adrian growled out, “That means that he wanted me to make it look like he accidentally hung himself while jerking off. He wanted to make sure that it couldn’t be connected to him.”
“What a piece of shit!” Zeke huffed, sliding back down so that he could recline on the couch. “He needs to get a taste of his own medicine.”
Adrian snorted rudely in between chomping down on his apple and drinking a beer. “And what do you suggest babe? Blackmail? Or murder?”
“Why do we have to do anything illegal?” Zeke wondered out loud, “Can’t we just call the police?”
“And tell them what exactly?” Adrian’s voice sounded angry still and Zeke was glad that he couldn’t see his lover’s face and the deep frown that was sure to be on it. “Do we tell them how I killed that poor man for money? Or do we explain how we know all of this information about Kenneth Rice’s personal life? Either way, legal means won’t help either one of us.”
Zeke pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. “I was just making a suggestion Dri. You don’t have to get so fucking bitchy. Don’t take it too seriously.”
Suddenly Zeke bolted up from the couch and glared at Adrian. “And it’s a major turn-off when you’re more of a girl than I am.”
Adrian froze, unsure whether or not Zeke was joking with him.
“Shut up Z.” Adrian huffed, “No one could be more of a girl than you.”
Zeke’s pout became more pronounced, “I’m not a girl. I’m just a little...dramatic sometimes. That’s all.”
“A little?” Adrian’s left eyebrow raised high as he stared disbelievingly down at Zeke.
He smiled sheepishly at Adrian and wriggled back into the nest of blankets and pillows on the couch. “Okay I’m a drama queen,” he admitted, “but you and Carance love me anyway.”
Adrian chuckled softly and relaxed against the wall, watching Zeke’s head bob in time with the music from the stereo on the wall. “Speaking of Carance, where is he? I didn’t think he had to work today.”
Zeke shrugged.
“He wasn’t here when I woke up this morning and his phone is off,” Zeke murmured, “it was really cold without him in bed this morning. I hate it when you two have to leave so early in the morning.”
A whine inserted itself into Zeke’s husky voice and he slumped to the side. “I’m so fucking horny. I haven’t gotten laid since yesterday afternoon...”
Adrian rolled his eyes even though he knew that his love couldn’t see him. “You have a one-track mind.”
“Your point is...?”
“Don’t you think of anything else? All you ever talk about is sex.”
Underneath the thick blankets Zeke made a frustrated noise from deep in his throat and growled loudly before snapping at Adrian. “I’m a fucking stay-at-home mom,” he hissed, his voice deepening to the point where it became a raspy whisper, “All I have to think about is sex and my children. Gin and Yuushi aren’t home yet so all I have left is sex.”
He sighed, blowing air through his pursed lips in a large rush. “Is it so bad that I like sex so much?”
Adrian shook his head and strode into the kitchen, tossing the apple core into the garbage and grabbing another beer from the cooler. “Of course it’s not a bad thing babe, but what do you do when we’re not fucking you?”
Zeke had gotten up off of the couch when Adrian had walked into the kitchen. He wound a blanket tight around his slender waist and followed his tall, blond lover into the dimly lit kitchen.
“I read, I guess,” Zeke leaned against the counter and watched Adrian’s throat work as he swallowed. “Or I work out. You know I’m lazy.”
Adrian pressed a kiss to Zeke’s forehead and stroked a hand down his lover’s back, tracing the knobs of his spine with lightly callused finger tips. “Yeah you’re a lazy little queen,” Adrian said teasingly as he dipped his fingers underneath the top of the rough cotton blanket and stroked along the cleft of his ass.
“But that’s what makes you so intriguing.” He kissed Zeke’s jaw gently and then pulled away before he got carried away.
“Oh, Adrian,” Zeke gasped, wrapping his arms around Adrian’s neck and trying to get his lover to kiss him again. “Why’d you stop kissing me?”
His lips were glossy and swollen with passion and his eyes were already glazed over. “Aren’t you gonna fuck me?”
Adrian shook his head and gently pulled away from Zeke.
“I have to let my boss know that I finished the mission Z,” He curled his fingers along the nape of Zeke’s neck. “I should have gone straight there after I finished, but well...I wanted to see you before I went back.”
“You can’t leave me!” Zeke demanded his eyes wide and filled with so much anger that it was hard for Adrian to meet them. “I’ve been waiting for you all day and I’m not going to let you go so easily.”
He clung to Adrian tightly, refusing to let go even though he knew that he was acting immaturely.
“Stop it Zeke,” Adrian demanded, trying to extract himself from Zeke’s clinging embrace without hurting the smaller man. “I have to deliver my report.” He closed his hands around Zeke’s narrow wrists and then gently pushed away from his frantic lover.
Zeke cried out and struggled to keep a hold on his lover. “Please stay with me,” he sobbed.
Something was wrong with Zeke, Adrian realized as he noticed the tears that were dangling from the tips of his younger lover’s lush eyelashes. “Okay baby,” he murmured sadly, letting go of Zeke’s wrists and walking past him over to the couch. “I’ll turn in my report later.”
Immediately Zeke’s mood changed from angry to adoring and he eagerly followed the tall blond over to the couch. He waited until Adrian was comfortably seated on the leather couch before letting the blanket drop to the ground and launching himself into his love’s strong arms.
Adrian kissed him then, taking his mouth with such skill that the dark haired man melted against his chest and moaned softly.
He pressed his body closer into Adrian’s and squirmed languidly as his lover’s tongue flicked over the roof of his mouth. His erect cock peeked over the waistband of his thong and rubbed gently over the front of Adrian’s shirt, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum to smear over the soft fabric.
All Zeke could think about was the feel of the shirt rubbing over the sensitive head of his cock and the way that Adrian’s hands clenched over his ass cheeks as they rutted together.
But then Adrian’s cell phone began to ring loudly.
Zeke knew what was going to happen before Adrian did and he pulled away from Adrian’s kisses with a morose look on his pretty face. “Go on and answer it,” he mumbled, sliding out of Adrian’s warm lap and curling up under the blanket in the corner of the couch.
Adrian gave Zeke an apologetic glance and then got up off of the couch to go and answer his phone.
It seemed as though Adrian had been on the phone for hours instead of fifteen minutes but Zeke had had enough. He sat up on the couch and wriggled out of his underwear, keeping an eye on Adrian as he paced in and out of the kitchen muttering furiously into his phone’s mouth piece the entire time.
Zeke’s cock jutted up from a neat patch of black pubic hair and it twitched as he rubbed the damp tip lightly. He spread his legs slightly and wrapped his fingers around himself, moaning softly as he touched himself.
He worked his cock with one hand, teasing himself with the light touches while keeping a close eye on Adrian’s large form. His breath hitched as he stroked himself roughly and rocked his hips up into his hand’s tight grip.
Adrian looked over in the direction of the couch when he heard one of his lover’s soft moans and moved the phone away from his ear. “Are you alright, love?” he asked softly, walking over to the couch and leaning over so that he could look at Zeke.
What he saw made his mouth dry out and his cock twitch in his pants. Zeke’s lean, pale body was draped over the couch, bare and uncovered except for a winding cloth that was still wrapped around one slender leg. His hips thrust up into the air as he fondled himself and he moaned wantonly as he fucked his fist.
“W-what are you doing?” Adrian stammered, his eyes moving down the length of Zeke’s beautiful body.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Zeke managed to gasp out through clenched teeth as he moved his hand faster. “You were on the phone and I was horny.” His eyes fluttered closed and he whimpered Adrian’s name as he rocked his hips in tiny little circles against his fingers.
Adrian was torn between wanting to join Zeke on the couch and his need to inform his boss about his completed mission. Zeke glanced up at him with mischief shining in those bright blue eyes and smiled up at him. “Are you gonna be finished with your call anytime soon?”
Adrian tossed his cell phone aside carelessly, his eyes focused on his lover’s gorgeous body.
He spread his legs wide against the couch, letting Adrian have an excellent view of the path that his slender fingers were taking.
Slowly Zeke pushed two fingers inside of his asshole, moaning loudly as he stretched himself. He was slick and tight and soon Adrian found himself rubbing his hand absently over the persistent press of his cock against the front of his pants.
“Are you going to fuck me soon?” Zeke asked in a low purr, almost choking on a moan as he worked a third finger into his entrance. “Or will I have to do it myself?” Zeke’s free hand slipped down from where it rested on his flat stomach to fumble around underneath the edge of the couch until he came up with a large vibrator.
“I thought that you got rid of that thing!” Adrian muttered under his breath, feeling a pang of jealousy in his chest as Zeke pressed the head of the toy into his entrance.
“I did,” Zeke promised feverishly, “Carance bought me a new one for my birthday.”
He rocked the toy into his asshole slowly, fucking himself and moaning Adrian’s name.
Adrian licked his lips as he stared at the toy that was breaching his lover’s entrance and he found himself taking a step towards the writhing form of the younger man’s lithe body.
“I’ve gotta fuck you,” Adrian gasped out, quickly unbuttoning his pants and lifting his cock out. “Please baby, let me fuck you…” Zeke’s eyes narrowed as he focused on Adrian’s cock and his breath rushed out of her chest in a soft moan when Adrian’s fingers closed around the length of his erection.
“Ohhh… go ahead Dri,” Zeke breathed out, twisting the toy inside of his body and then crying out as the toy pressed against his prostate. “I need you to fuck me!”
His lips parted and he cooed up at Adrian, lust gleaming in his blue eyes. Adrian’s eyes were dark with desire and he fisted his erection harder.
“Take that thing out of you,” Adrian commanded, his voice dropping to a low growl. He enjoyed the way that Zeke’s eyes widened and his breath quickened noticeably as he pulled the dildo out of his ass.
He moved to kneel on the couch between Zeke’s legs and lined his cock up with that fluttering entrance. “Tell me how much you want me,” Adrian growled out, “Tell me how badly you want my dick inside of you.”
Zeke shook his head stubbornly and pouted up at Adrian.
“Don’t make me say it,” Zeke pleaded, screwing up his face as the bulbous head of Adrian’s cock pushed inside of him. “I’ll sound like a whore.”
“What did you think you sounded like,” Adrian snarled into Zeke’s ear,”...when you were fingering yourself and moaning my name?” He thrust his cock further inside of Zeke’s body wringing a wail from the younger man’s mouth.
“Or maybe you don’t want me to fuck you after all,” Adrian mused, tensing his muscles as if he was preparing to pull out of Zeke’s tight entrance.
“I do want you!” Zeke cried out, clinging tightly to Adrian’s well muscled body. “I want you so bad that you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
His blue eyes were sincere and filled to the brim with desire. Adrian lowered his head and stole a kiss from Zeke’s swollen lips. “Tell me.” he whispered softly, “I’ll believe you.”
Zeke’s eyes cleared up from the haze of lust that was obscuring them and he smiled sweetly up at Adrian. “I feel so empty when you’re not inside of me that I wish that you could make love to me forever.” He touched his fingers to Adrian’s cheek in a tender caress and smiled. “I love you so much that it hurts. And when you’re at work and when Carance is busy with the kids, I lock myself in my room and finger myself until I cum with your name on my lips.”
He surged up to press a kiss to Adrian’s lips and then settled back on the couch with a needy, open look on his face. “There’s more I’m sure,” he breathed, “but right now I need you to give me what I want...”
Zeke soon got his wish.
Adrian snapped his hips once, grinning to hear the choked off cry of his name as Zeke jerked beneath him.
Zeke was so beautiful and wanton as he gazed up at Adrian through heavy-lidded eyes. His right leg dangled precariously over the back of the couch while his left leg rubbed restlessly against the golden silk of Adrian’s hip. And his hair, that glorious mass of blue-black silk was strewn all over the side of the couch and over the floor.
Adrian stopped moving and let his hands drift over Zeke’s soft skin once he was buried to the hilt in that hot clench.
“Why’d you stop moving?” Zeke whined, pushing at Adrian’s chest as if that would get his lover to start thrusting once more. Adrian merely smirked and then did something with his hips that sent Zeke into a fit of near mindless pleasure.
“Was that what you wanted?” The look on Adrian’s face was absolutely feral as he twisted and shifted inside of the slick heat of Zeke’s body.
Zeke could barely manage to focus on Adrian’s grinning face, but he managed a shaky nod before another thrust from Adrian turned him into mush. Soon, all Zeke could do was moan and sob again and again as he was all but pounded into the leather couch.
Within no time at all Zeke’s body tightened around Adrian’s, from the press of his long fingernails into the skin of his lover’s broad shoulders to his asshole’s viselike grip on Adrian’s cock.
He shuddered and cried out his climax as he spilled his semen over his heaving chest.
“You look so lovely,” Adrian murmured lovingly, pressing his nose into the shadowy, slightly sweaty hollow behind Zeke’s left ear. “All I want is to cum inside of you...” His fingers clenched on the slippery expanse of Zeke’s bony hips as he mumbled.
Zeke’s eyes made a valiant effort to try and focus on Adrian’s face.
“Please! Please... oh god Adrian, please cum inside of me!” Zeke moaned, pushing his hips back into the cradle of Adrian’s hips and clenching his anal muscles around his lover’s erection.
His breath caught in his throat as Adrian’s cock jerked and swelled against the slightly sore muscles of his entrance and filled him with cum. He clung to Adrian’s body, shaking slightly and sweating buckets as the older blonde pressed feverish kisses against his jaw.
“You were so good,” Adrian murmured lovingly once he pulled out of Zeke’s body, carding his fingers through the sweat soaked fringes of Zeke’s dark hair, “You tasted so good and you looked so beautiful beneath me.”
He kissed the corner of Zeke’s well formed mouth. “You’re so very beautiful, my kitten.”
Zeke sighed and smiled up at Adrian with tired eyes. “You’re so sweet,” he mumbled blearily before his eyes shut and he drifted off to sleep with a happy little smile on his lips.
When Adrian was sure that Zeke couldn’t hear him he pressed a kiss to the young man’s forehead. “I love you so much,” he said softly, “I only wish that you could tell me what’s wrong with you.”
The sound of softly shifting fabric alerted Adrian to his other lover’s presence and he looked up to see Carance standing in the kitchen archway and sipping at a beer.
“Is he sick?” Carance asked softly; worry shining in those gold eyes. “He seemed fine last night.”
Adrian frowned and gently arranged Zeke so that the younger man wasn’t half-falling off of the couch any longer. He stood up carefully, still a little out of sorts from the amazing orgasm that Zeke had practically squeezed out of him.
“You should have seen him earlier,” Adrian remarked, his lips curving up in a wry smirk as he recalled the way that Zeke had acted. “He was normal at first, our little sex kitten, but the second I told him that I had to go back to work and that we wouldn’t get a chance to fuck, he freaked out on me.”
“Maybe he’s addicted to sex,” Carance offered. The two men shared a silent look before simultaneously bursting into laughter.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed his mood swings?” Adrian murmured, whispering as he covered Zeke’s bare body with one of the blankets that were on the couch. “Or the cravings?”
“Cravings?” Carance looked confused.
“You do remember that for a whole week the only thing that Zeke would eat was homemade tamago? We ended up having to have his favorite chef flown in from Tokyo just to cater to his whims.”
Carance shrugged. “So? Maybe he was just homesick or something. What does that have to do with anything?”
“I know you don’t believe me, but promise me you’ll keep an eye on him for me. I have to go down to Mickey’s place to put in my report and drop off my guns.”
He kissed Carance quickly on the lips, still tasting of Zeke’s kisses and was out of the door before his shorter lover could even blink twice.
Carance sighed and plopped down beside Zeke on the couch. He glanced down at the cupid’s bow of his lover’s full lips and resisted the urge to kiss them.
“The next thing you know, Dri’ll be telling me that he knocked you up. He’s so paranoid sometimes, but that’s kind of cute.”
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