Not Falling Apart

Chapter 18

Blake’s POV

It was finally Friday, and Blake was ready for the weekend. He would be able to spend more time with Adam.

He turned when he heard Adam walk in the back door at the studio. He was humming something. Blake looked him up and down. He wore deliciously tight jeans and a crisp white t-shirt with a black leather jacket over it and dark sunglasses. His hair was a bit messy, but perfect.

Blake stopped him when he got close. “Has anyone told you how extremely sexy you look today?” he whispered into his ear.

Adam pulled down his sunglasses and whispered back, “Fuck me.”

There was no one else around, but even if there was, at that moment, Blake didn’t think he’d care. He grabbed Adam’s face and began kissing him violently. They stumbled into the nearest bathroom, then pulled away.

“Lock the door,” Adam said.

Blake went and locked it, then made his way back to Adam and pinned him up against the wall. He smashed his body against Adam’s rock hard muscles and began sliding up and down.

“Harder,” Adam said.

Blake pressed in closer, squeezing Adam so tight he wasn’t sure if he was able to breathe properly. Adam grabbed Blake’s lower lip in his teeth and pulled it, then wrapped his arms around his torso. He began clawing at Blake’s shirt until he had it pulled over his head. Blake grabbed Adam’s collar and threw him away from the wall and ripped his jacked off, then Adam took off his shirt.

They went at each other again. Blake pinned Adam up against a sink. Adam was sweating, sweat dripping down his face, and Blake was licking it all. Adam threw his head back in pleasure, and put his arms back, resting his weight on them. Blake pressed in closer, their bodies flush against each other. Blake felt Adam grow hard beneath him. Blake thrust, and Adam’s breath caught in his throat. Blake was panting hard against his face, his breath coming short and hot. Adam reached one leg up and put it around Blake’s legs. Adam couldn’t hold himself up anymore. He fell to the floor, with Blake right on top of him. Blake continued thrusting, and Adam moaned. After a few minutes they stopped, both sweating and breathing heavily. Blake got up, and pulled Adam up after him.

Adam kissed Blake once more on the lips. “You’re good.”

“You wanted it, I delivered.” He winked at Adam. He picked his shirt up off the ground and pulled it back on. Adam did the same. They made their way to the door and Blake unlocked it, then they silently crept out of the bathroom.

Shakira walked by as they came out. “There you guys are! Come on, it’s almost time to start!”

***

They were on a break, and Blake was sitting in his chair, playing on his phone. He felt something hit his left cheek. He glanced down and spotted a small paper wad. He turned his head toward Adam, who looked proud of himself and was trying to hide a smile.

He texted Adam. Nice shot.

I can hit you even better tonight if you would like ;)

YESSS!!!!

Adam’s POV

Adam was in the middle of adding little hearts to his message to Blake when he felt someone behind him, peering over his shoulder.

“Who’s that for?” he heard Shakira ask.

“Uh, no one.”

“Aww, hearts. Let me see.”

She tried to take his phone from his hand.