The Immortal Blood

Chapter 29

Adam had waited for Todd's car to disappear from sight, before closing the door behind him and pulling the heavy piece of beechwood in front of it. After a pause, he had also added a couple of old chairs on top of it, just to make him feel more safe.
He'd returned to the upper floor, wandering aimlessly through the various rooms before stopping in the one where they had spent the night: they had left the bed half undone with the blankets partly on the floor, so he had removed them and stuffed everything in a garbage bag.
There was another master bedroom with a double bed, they could have used that one. . . if they'd needed it at all.
He shamefully realized that he was waiting for Todd's return anxiously, and not for the right reasons.
They had fucked desperatly, Adam submitting to him as he had never done with anyone else in his life, but the truth was that the visceral need he felt for Todd was not at all due to his supernatural being.
He was increasingly realizing that he would've been attracted to the man even if he'd met him at work, or at the pool: the extreme conditions in which they'd found themselves had simply paved the way, making it easier for them both to make a certain kind of decision, but that did not mean that it wouldn't have happened anyway.
Biting his lower lip, he had studied the wedding band on his finger: once everything was over, what would happen?
He still felt split in two, but such a situation could not last, sooner or later he would have to make a choice.
He shook his head, confused: he and Todd had had a pleasant interlude, but Vernon's threat was very real and now needed all their attention.
He had looked for the notes to revise them once more before putting them into practice: there were only a few hours to go before dawn, he had to avoid being excessively distracted by Todd and lose sight of the main goal.
Vernon was most certainly injured, but in the end perhaps even more dangerous because of it.
Adam had layed down on the single bed, concentrating deeply, but after a few minutes he had felt his eyelids getting heavy, so he had closed his eyes to regain his strength.

Todd had driven without intrusion to the gas station, where he had refuelled and bought the canisters, which he had subsequently filled with gasoline. He had thought of calling Adam, preferring to leave him alone in the end (maybe he was resting).
Instead, he had slipped into the small market attached to the station to grab some milk and a few other things, including a tube of lubricant that would undoubtedly prove to be useful for the night.
Adam would certainly look down on him from the top of his impeccable decency, but he was quite convinced that in the end he wouldn't refuse it.
He left in a serene mood, pressing on the accelerator to shorten the distance between him and the lawyer: he missed him, and that was also due to the other man's growing enthusiasm towards him, but there was also that background of anxiety that he could not ignore.
Adam had reassured him several times, but he knew Vernon: his infinite ability to survive, even in the most extreme situations made him terribly nervous. Of course, the unexpected, long digression with the boy had helped to remove some of the tension, but it hadn't been enough to dispel it altogether.
Todd had pressed his back against the seat, sighing: Vernon was perhaps the most painful note of his past, after Alexandra and his parents, his relationship with the lawyer was only making the differences between their lives more obvious.
Adam, although had never had a man, had shown all his enthusiasm towards a pleasant discovery, while for Todd had been quite different.
However, even though he itched from the desire to grab the boy and mount him on the nearest couch or on the first available surface, once returned, he could submit and leave him control . . . the idea tempted him: after all it had been a long time since he'd felt such a urgent need.
He had steered to avoid a motorcyclist coming out of nowhere, shaking his head.
Those kind of thoughts wouldn't have helped him to get to Adam in one piece, which was most important to him at that moment.
The sense of restlessness had returned to clamp his stomach, making him grasp the steering wheel more firmly.
He had accelerated, unable to restrain his primal instinct, eager to conclude the commission: once he'd had Adam in front of him and, why not, in his arms, he would certainly have reassured himself, he had no doubts.