"Adam," Sun whines, right in his ear,"Hurry up and open the door."
Adam frowns,Sun's words breaking through the pleasant alcohol and sex-induced haze as he digs through his pockets for a key. "Don't rush me just wait," he growls, the words sounding slurred. "I'm looking for it okay." A brief temptation to say something to the effect of them having sex where they are, right on the front porch, flickers through him, but it fades because it's really hard to concentrate when Sun already trying to hump his leg. Sun huffs a sigh. Adam vaguely thinks that an irritated, drunk Sun looks kind of hot; he even pouts in a way that makes Adam want to do nothing but reach out and kiss those swollen lips even more.
Yeah, he's pretty drunk. How many glasses had they had again?
Finally he finds the right key, with an "Aha." It slips into the lock, and with a few twists and turns, the door's open and Sun's shoving him inside, leaning up to bite at Adam's lips and thrust their hips together.
Impatient little monkey, Adam thinks, but then again, isn't he the same way? Certainly, he doesn't push Sun away with a growl of "The door's still open, at least wait till I close it to start assaulting me," and instead bites back and seizes Sun by his waist and pulls him close to grind their hips together. But god, it's pretty hard to think with how blessed, amazing the friction feels, a hell of a lot better than that quick, interrupted handjob Sun had given Adam back in the bar.
He does manage to pant out, "Bed," when Sun pulls back enough to take the key out of the door and lock it, which is good because Adam's pretty sure that's the most coherent he'll be for the rest of the night.
They stumble in the darkness, not because they don't know where things are but more because they're trying to make out and crawl inside the other's clothes while they're still moving. Sun tastes like cheap beer and watered down scotch and whiskey. He tastes like the words I want and sex and pleasure. When Sun tilts his head so their noses stop pressing together and hooks his tongue behind Adam's teeth, he can't help but moan.
By luck or just rooting around enough they find the couch, and Sun unceremoniously shoves Adam onto it. Adam frowns, moans as Sun immediately goes for his pant zipper, "Weren't we supposed to-ah, haah-get to the bed first?"
"S'upstairs," is Sun's answer, breathed harsh and groaning against the side of his neck. "Don't think we can make it."
More like you don't think you can make it, thinks Adam, before Sun gets his zipper down and is forcing his pants and boxers past his hips. And then the only thought in his head is yeah, that's it, when Sun touches his cock.
Only Sun doesn't start jerking him off like he should, instead just holding it at the base. Adam idoes not/i whine, those are noises Sun should make and not him, it's really closer to an irritated, high-pitched growl. "C'mon, finish what you started-"
"Just hold on," Sun says, and Adam realizes, oh, he's looking for lube. His cock twitches in Sun's grasp, because it's been a while since they've had any of that. He tries to hold as still as possible, panting into the warm darkness, and when Sun pulls out a little tube out of his coat pocket with an small sound of triumph, Adam admittedly does whine.
Sun titters. "You're so impulsive, Adam." And then thought fades because Sun's smearing lubricant (shit, it's fricking cold) onto his dick.
Sun pulls back for a minute, kicking off his pants judging by the sounds, and then he's back and he's lowering himself down on Adam's cock.
"Wait, you haven't-"
"I don't care," Sun groans, as the head slides into him and even Adam has to moan in pleasure. "I want it now."
Adam tries to hold himself still, because he know it must hurt even if it feels so, so good. Once he's settled to the hilt, Sun's so tight and warm around him, tight enough that the intensity almost feels painful. Sun doesn't care, he wants pain and pleasure both, and the little bitch squeezes consciously around Adam, and then he can't help but jerk his hips up.
Sun pushes down on Adam's ribs to force himself up, which is a little uncomfortable, sure, but nothing compared to wonderful, amazing pleasure when he comes back down, forcing Adam into that tight heat. The only sound Adam can hear is the slap of flesh on flesh and their groans. Fuuuuuuuck, this isn't the first time Sun's ridden him, but it seems like every time is the best time.
And then Sun pauses, and light stings Adam's eyes. "Shit, wha-"
"I wanna see you," Sun says, back to moving again and drowning all of Adam's protests.
After the light stops stabbing Adam's eyes he sees what Sun means: he doesn't have a mirror but Sun at least is too goddamn sexy. His shirt hangs open teasingly, buttons popped open to halfway down and teasing at his flat and muscular stomach. His face is flushed, mouth hanging open with kiss-bruised lips, and Sun's eyes flicker over Adam's face and body. Adam's sure the sight is similar; they're both disheveled and still have half their clothes on but they're too horny to care.
Eventually the rhythm of Sun's hips stutters, his hands dig into Adam's shirt and with a cry and one final thrust he comes without being touched on both of their stomachs. Adam isn't too far behind, he pulls Sun down to kiss him as he climaxes, bites Sun's lips as stars erupt behind his eyelids.
They stay like that for a while; Adam still inside Sun, soft now, until Sun lifts himself with a groan, and as if he doesn't want to get up, collapses back on top of Adam.
Adam squirms. "Get off me, you're heavy."
"Too tired," Sun mutters into his shoulder. "Wanna sleep."
"Ugh, we have roomies, Sun, what if they find us like this? Go to bed."
A sleepy murmur is his only answer. Adam purses his lips; of course he could just push Suj off and carry him to bed, but...his eyelids droop down, and he realizes just how exhausted he is too.
Adam has just enough strength to turn off the light and adjust Sun so they're both comfortable, and he drifts off to sleep with his lover's breathing next to his own.
Tch, why does the sun always have to be so bright in the morning, Roman thinks as he squints in the golden light. Note to self, curtains. Of course, there were always so many things to get other than curtains, like groceries for one. Sun and Adam alone ate enough for four (it was a mystery how Sun, at least, maintained his slender physique), and they demanded quality food at that.
Still, at least he and his own lover had coffee and boiled eggs to subsist on. Ohhh, coffee. And Roman always got the first cup to himself, and didn't have to be bothered until the gluttons awoke and then the morning was absolutely ruined as Sun and Adam argued over what to make for breakfast. They were like puppies fighting over a chew toy. Roman sighs. Oh well, the early snake gets the bird, and even if he had to deal with the bright sun, it was worth it for an hour of peace and qui-
There was a groan. Hold on, that wasn't supposed to-oh. "Adam, did you stay late last night?" Honestly, he couldn't even make it to his own bed? Tch, lazy bum. And he probably had a hangover the size of New York. And then Roman opens his eyes.
Oh.
Oh.
OH.
Roman stifles the rather unmanly shriek that threatens to burst out of his throat. Sun briefly scowls in his sleep, and then just shifts a little closer to Adam.
Well, this was surprising... Adam and Sun, curled up together, half-naked. On the floor. Were they so impatient they couldn't even make it to the couch? Or maybe they had just fallen off sometime...
Although it certainly explained many of those...hints Sun made, and all those touches. Roman found it a little too touchy-feely even for the closest of the two, and he had grown up with an identical person.
Apparently he hadn't been quiet enough, because there's a thump from upstairs and a shouted, "Shut up! Tryin' to sleep here."
Roman tilts his head just a bit, squints. Was that a...? Oh, it was indeed. He feels a grin spread across his face. "Roman, get the camera. Adam and Sun here have a surprise for us."
Right on Adam's (rather fine, actually) ass, is a tattoo, which claims, in bright blue and red ink, "Property of Sun Wukong. Do not touch."
Roman hums, all his earlier shock faded, and sips his coffee. If his asshole of a friend would hurry up with that camera, then they would have very fine blackmail indeed.
