part 8

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Adam's POV
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While he was sitting in my lap, when he spoke his first words in five years I needed him, he was mine, and mine only, I knew I should've never left but now I'm back and little Nate is all mine.

"Can I tell you something Nate?" I asked him rubbing soothing patterns up, and down his back.

"Yea'" he said in a shy voice that was so innocent, and pure.

"I love you Nate, God how I love you, your voice, you eyes, your hair, you personality, your brains, your smile, and you scared but innocent face, and your body, damn you don't even know how much I love your fucking body, it's perfect, it's so perfect." I said slowly moving my hands lower, and lower. I stopped when I got to the curve of his ass.
"You don't know how many unspeakable things I want to do to you right now." I said as my hands slid down to his ass. I grabbed and squeezed his bum in my hands, and I heard the most adorable moan I have ever heard.

"Do you like that Nate?" I asked as I squeezed again harder this time. But still no answer, I want an answer, and I want it now.

"Answer me Nate. Now." I said kinda harshly. The smaller boy on my lap wiggled, and squirmed he moaned, and yelped as I massaged his butt with both my hands. Yet again to answer, I was getting impatient.

"Im going to ask you one more time Nate, do you or do you not like this" I said as I was still massaging his butt with my hands.

"Mmmggg yes." He answered breathlessly.

He set his forhead against mine. His warm breath fanning against my cool skin. It smelled like something familiar, something I remember quite well.

"Mmmm, your breath smells like strawberry pop-tarts, that reminds me of how we met." I said.

"You gave me half of your strawberry pop-tart, I gave you half of my strawberry pop-tart." We said at the time.

"I love you Adam, I have always love you ever since you gave me half of that strawberry pop-tart when I was six." He kissed my lips lovingly, slowly but I could tell he loved me in that one kiss.

"To think it all started with a strawberry pop-tart?" I said kissing him back before totally making out on my bed.

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