A little NSFW section near the end but still quite long
Chance is doing better. That’s an easy fact, if the way he fucking cackles when he sees the bruise on Adam’s throat.
“Holy fuck, I didn’t know you were dating a vampire!” he snorts whilst Adam pulls a face of boredom.
“Fuck off,” Adam says, although, his lips quirk up a little.
Chance takes a deep breath, cheeks slightly flush, and smiles widely at Adam. “Nah I’m good. Oh but you do remind me.”
“Remind you of what?” Adam inquires, brows kitting together curiously.
“Of a question,” Chance says ominously. “Have you guys fucked yet?”
Adam flushes from his hair line to his neck, an unflattering crimson. “Jenika put you up to this, didn’t she?”
Chance shrugs. “Maybe.” Fucking liar. “No, but in all seriousness. Safe sex kid,” Chance says, almost parroting one of those safe sex posters.
Adam groans. “Fuck off, you are not giving me the talk.” He drags a hand tiredly over his face.
“The birds and the bees,” Chance sing-songs, the last syllable breaking up into a laugh. Adam snorts. “Seriously. Are you dating a vampire?” Chance works his best to keep a straight and serious face but it only lasts three seconds before he’s laughing again.
Adam is somewhat confused he doesn’t know what’s so funny. He’s glad that his sex life is entertainment for him and Jen though.
It helps that he sees Austin the same day. Although, when Austin has his face buried in the crook of Adam’s neck, warm breath eliciting soft gasps from Adam’s mouth, and he’s almost instantly reminded of Chance's attempt at giving him the talk, maybe it doesn’t help as much as he thought. He goes tense because he loves his best friend, but that doesn’t help him in anyway. Would rather not think of someone he considers a brother in a sexual situation. Nope. Skip that one.
Austin seems to notice because he pulls away and then presses their noses together, making strong eye contact with him. “What’s wrong, nebulae?” his voice is soft and Adam's t-shirt has ridden up a little, Austin’s thumb absently stroking over exposed flesh. Adam’s breath catches a little.
“Nothing,” he says, matching Austin’s tone unconsciously. He licks his lips. “Kiss me.”
Austin has no verbal reply, but presses their mouths together slowly. Adam’s hands move to cup his face, partially curving around his neck. They part briefly only to meet again, licking into each others mouths, a spark igniting kindling, a fresh flame burning between them.
Austin presses in between Adam’s legs, pressing himself as close as possible, one hand cupping his jaw, the other under his shirt stroking at his skin. Adam had never really considered himself to be particularly sensitive, but Austin was like electricity and it was almost a tickling sensation. It makes him writhe, hips jerking up into Austin's both wanting to get away from the teasing touches but so desperately wanting more.
He pulls away, head snapping back gasping for air like he was drowning. Maybe he was, Austin did feel like a storm; a whirl of laughter, dark knowing eyes and a voice of an angel. His storm, his thunder, glorious.
“Can we?” it’s low and Austin’s accent is thick, close in his ear. Adam’s hands claw at Austin’s back, suddenly so very aware of hard length pressing against his own. Adam nods jerkily.
“Yes, yes, oh god yes,” he babbles.
Austin is significantly more coherent than Adam is, but the blond chalks it up to Austin having more experience. That, or, he just knows what he’s doing. Fabric disappears, scattered around the room chaotically. Their kisses are open mouthed, messy and uncoordinated. Adam moans until his voice is foreign to his own ears. Austin pulls him away from Adam’s mouth, ignoring the needy whines, pressing kisses to his jaw and down his throat. His hands are wandering and Adam doesn’t know whether that's a good thing or not.
Austin’s mouth trails down, kisses sloppy and open. He holds Adam’s hips steady, tongue swirl indecipherable patterns onto burning flesh.
Adam writhes under Austin, begging, “Please, please, please.”
Austin doesn’t suck Adam's cock, but teases him by breathing hotly over it, smirking as he does so. Instead of taking Adam’s cock into his mouth, he presses kisses to his thighs briefly, before moving to suck his long fingers into his mouth. With saliva as a base lube he starts to fuck Adam open, slowly fingers teasing his prostate and spreading him wide. Eventually, he gets lube and properly opens Adam up, fingers working faster and more nimbly.
He slicks up his own cock, as Adam props himself up on an elbow to watch, and press at Adam’s hole. Adam never expected it, but Austin doesn’t fuck per say. He, for lack of any other less embarrassing alternative, makes love. The rolls of his hips are slow, eyes lidded and dark, focused on Adam’s. Under such a heated and loving stare, Adam feels his heart swell.
It’s quick, relatively. They're both too close for it to last long, but Adam doesn’t care, only really cares about the way Austin’s hips speed up and become a little sharper, a little more desperate when sinking himself into Adam. Adam’s thighs are hiked up around Austin’s hips, Austin’s hands burning and bruising on Adam’s hips.
The blond comes first, tilting his hips up to meet Austin’s hips, and all Adam can feel is orgasmic bliss being ripped out of him, violently but beautifully, drawn out by overstimulation. Austin’s hips still snap into Adam’s, eager for his own release. He comes, burying his face in the crook of Adam’s neck breath warm and ragged.
They clean up and dress in loose pyjamas, and when they press close together, Austin’s head on Adam’s chest and settled between his thighs, Adam will wonder if the fullness of his heart, like a valley of flowers and beauty, is how love is supposed to feel.
He already thinks he knows the answer when the next morning Austin wakes him with breakfast. It’s the beginning of something domestic.
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