》Bad Boy's Bee《 {Barry B. Benson x Adam Flayman}

Realization

I don't think this has been updated since last summer, and I realized that I should probably do so. I don't have much else to do, so I'm fine with this.
SEPTIPLIERFOREVER helped me in creating this glorious story line, so half of the credit, of course, goes to her.

Word Count: 666))

Adam Flayman slowly began to wake in the familiar soft covers of Vanessa's bed. He'd been here on several occasions, and felt himself relax a bit. He had initially almost panicked, surprised that it wasn't his own bed, but calmed down before he could freak out.
He felt around for his glasses beside him, not really bothering to sit up. He couldn't remember much of what he'd done with Vanessa the night before, but assumed it was something intense due to the ache in his thicc, insect thighs and pelvic area.
When he managed to locate his glasses, he slowly sat up in bed and placed them over his eyes. He looked to the side to see how Vanessa was doing, but was suddenly very aware of her absence.
She was not a morning person, and was often asleep much longer than he was, which gave him plenty of time to slip out unnoticed. He found her not being there rather odd until he remembered what had happened the night before.
He felt a knot tighten in his throat, and a bead of sweat roll down his face as he recalled it all; Barry's lingerie, the tight, pleasured look on his face, his throbbing beenis-.
He shook his head before the thoughts could become any more vivid than they already were.
While he concentrated on slowing his breathing, he looked around the room. It was much more visible now that the morning sun was creeping through the window, and he could see the fluorescent light dimly flickering on the dresser that he'd seen the night before.
He pressed his fingers against his temples and began to massage his head as he looked down at his lap. His headache was so piercing, that he'd almost forgotten the fact that he was missing his clothes. He held back a small squeak and then flew tiredly up from the bed and looked over the side. Sure enough, his blazer lay on the floor beside the lingerie Barry had been wearing.
Adam had been trying to tell himself that everything that had happened last night was just a dream, and he'd really just had interesting intercourse with Vanessa. But the lingerie was the obvious indicator that it did, in fact, happen.
He flew down to the floor and hastily pulled his black-and-yellow-striped blazer back over his shoulders and buttoned it up. He exhaled in relief and straightened out the cuffs as he began to fly.
He carefully slipped out of the room and scanned the living area before slowly, and quietly, flying over toward the window. He glanced that the coffee table, the candle burnt out after the wick drowned in the melted wax.
He'd seen no sign of Barry or Vanessa. Yet.
He assumed that Vanessa was still out somewhere, perhaps staying the night at a friend's because she was too drunk off her ass to drive home.
And Barry, he didn't know where he could be.
Despite the fact that what Barry had done to him last night was heinous and deplorable, he couldn't help but feel slightly at fault for it all.
He glanced back at his makeshift, purple stinger as he landed on the window sill. He remembered when he'd almost died and his best friend had helped him through all the pain, and all the suffering. They'd eventually given him a tiny, purple sword as a replacement that was rather satisfactory.
It worked, after all.
But how had he repaid the best friend who'd helped him through it all? He slept with his wife. And had been for three months.
When they'd first started commencing intercourse, it had been a mistake. Barry was off on a business trip with the Pollen Jocks.He'd been over with Vanessa, keeping her company until Barry would eventually come home. He shook his head, silencing the memory.
As he readied himself to leave, he froze when hearing his friend's voice behind him.
"Where do you think you're going, Adam-kun?"