Since Adam Everett was an adult and not a heroine in a regency romance novel, he found it unacceptable that he was despairing over a boy. Particularly because the boy was a teenager. Who lived with his parents. And he was still in high school. And worst of all, he played football. (Yes, Adam had googled him in a moment of weakness.)
It went without saying that hooking up with Tyler Madden was one of the biggest, most unforgivable mistakes in his life. The guilt was expected. What he hadn’t anticipated was the loneliness that followed him like a storm cloud everywhere he went.
Tyler was gone.
And it was his own damn fault.
The night Adam had gone to sleep in Tyler’s arms, he'd dreamt of kisses trailing down his back, sending shivers down his spine. It was a foreign sensation–not the silky soft lips, but the roughness of the kisser's cheeks, like bristles on a brush.
Adam sighed contentedly, sinking even further into the sheets. His mattress was like a magic carpet, and he was floating, climbing higher. His hips ground into the bed, giving him much needed friction, and his cock began leaking. He would have to clean up the precum before he left, lest the next magic carpet driver step in it.
Teeth nipped at the base of his spine, and Adam’s whole body shivered.
As Dr. Everett drifted in the trancelike state between wakefulness and sleep, Tyler buried his face between his cheeks, giving his crease slow, long licks. He adored watching the professor’s brows pinch as he lost himself to lust, grinding his cock lazily into the mattress, knees inching up so he could push back on Tyler’s face. Tyler pressed his tongue past his tight sphincter, groaning at the earthy taste combined with the cum still lingering from hours earlier. Tyler cherished the knowledge that the man had slept with his essence inside of him.
Adam released the pillow he was hugging to clutch at the sheets, a needy whine emanating from his throat. The sheets felt incredible against his skin, soft and cool and giving him something tangible to hang on to.
Distantly, he heard Tyler let out a satisfied rumble, not unlike a big cat’s purr. In response, Adam lifted his hips, assuming the breeding position and offering his body to his lover.
Adam heard the crack of a lube bottle opening, then the lewd squirt of liquid from a bottle. Tyler pressed two slick fingers to his entrance, stretching him with steady fingers. Adam pushed back against his hand, fucking himself languidly. When Tyler replaced his fingers with the–much bigger–blunt tip of his cock, Adam tensed.
Tyler waited patiently, hands kneading Dr. Everett's ass, not pressing in until his body relaxed.
Adam gasped as the head of Tyler’s thick rod breached his hole, the burn bringing him to full consciousness.
It was rare, in Adam’s experience, to wake from a pleasant dream to find that reality was even better than one’s imagination, but this, right here, was how he would like to start every day. The stretch was delectable, and he felt as though his body was created to accommodate Tyler’s girth perfectly.
As Dr. Everett’s body opened up for Tyler’s cock, he felt as though he were given a taste of nirvana. The oneness, the sense of coming home, was something he had never before experienced, let alone during sex. The sweet sighs that escaped Dr. Everett blended into a hymn, a siren song only Tyler could hear. How lucky Tyler was to be welcomed into the man’s body.
Tyler draped himself over Dr. Everett’s back once he was fully seated, needing to be as close as possible, and in every way possible. He buried his face in the crook of the professor’s neck, taking a long pull of his scent.
Adam shivered at the tickle of Tyler’s skin against his back, the scratch of body hair, and his lips against his neck, nuzzling his nape. His skin was so sensitive, every touch sending an electric current throughout his entire body that ended at his cock. Being filled to maximum capacity by Tyler’s member bloomed a feeling of safety and freedom Adam hadn’t known he was missing.
He felt settled. Like his mind had quieted for the first time in thirty years.
Tyler long dicked him, holding Adam still so he could control the rhythm. Adam had no choice but to endure the sparks of electricity crackling down his spine as Tyler’s cock dragged against his prostate, driving him to the brink of madness.
“Tyler, please,” Adam sobbed, reaching for his neglected prick. Tyler pinned his wrists to the mattress over his head in one big hand, forcing him to balance his weight on his shoulders, head turned to the side and pressed against the bed. He was helpless. He was desperate. He didn’t even know what he wanted, just that he wasn’t getting it.
Adam gasped in surprise when Tyler rolled them to their backs, dick still buried in Adam’s channel. He hooked his elbows under Adam’s knees and pulled his legs wide, showing impressive strength as he held Adam’s lower half aloft, using his weight as a counterbalance so he could thrust his hips up, pegging Adam’s prostate with commendable precision.
The professor threw his head back in pleasure, nearly bashing Tyler’s nose in, but it was worth it to watch him lose himself in the moment, babbling incoherently and grabbing fistfuls of Tyler’s hair, the headboard, trying to anchor himself as his hole was pummeled.
Tyler gritted his teeth, grunting with each savage thrust; his abs, biceps, and glutes were on fire. The professor was writhing on top of him, chest glistening with sweat, flexing and shuddering as he grew closer to orgasm. Tyler knew from the choked sobs, now familiar to him, that he was close to cumming untouched, and Tyler needed to see it, he needed to make the man shoot, just…a few…more…
Dr. Everett went totally still and silent, entire body tensing before his back bowed, head slamming into Tyler’s neck, making him gag quietly in an effort not to cough.
Tyler watched in amazement as Dr. Everett’s already weeping cock shot off with no external stimulation, twitching and spasming, spraying wildly in the air. Sperm landed all over Dr. Everett's chest and belly like an abstract painting.
He was beautiful.
Before the professor became too sensitive, Tyler flipped them over, hooking his hands under the older man's armpits and anchoring them on his shoulders so he could pound him ruthlessly into the mattress, chasing his own orgasm. It wasn't long before he was following Dr. Everett over the edge, emptying his load inside of him in hot spurts.
They collapsed in a heap on the bed, panting and sweaty and covered in cum.
Adam wasn’t sure if he passed out or if they’d been fucking for so long that it was morning; either way, light was beginning to filter in through the curtains.
Tyler was spooning him, the world's biggest body pillow, emitting more heat than a furnace. It was a good thing he didn't need any sheets, because for some reason, all of the sheets and pillows were on the floor.
Tyler's beefy bicep didn't make for a terrible pillow, and while he smelled like sweat and man musk, instead of grossing him out like he'd heard some women say, it made him want to lick the stacked hunk all over.
Unfortunately, he couldn't move. Not just because he was sore as shit, but because Tyler's arm and leg were slung over him, weighing a metric fuck-ton each.
Wait...had Adam just had an anal orgasm?
“Yes,” Tyler mumbled into his nape.
Huh? Oh. He’d been fucked stupid. That was an outside thought.
Tyler laughed hoarsely.
Adam picked his head up and looked over his shoulder. Tyler's eyes were closed, long dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. Adam took the opportunity to look his fill. The man was sleep rumbled and soft, somehow simultaneously adorable and sexy. He had a large, aggressive bite mark on his shoulder, and Adam wiggled around in his arms so he could inspect it more closely.
He prodded it with his finger, and Tyler opened one eye, peering at him sleepily. “Yes?”
"Whoever did that," Dr. Everett said, green eyes big and innocent. "Is really, really sorry."
Tyler grinned at him. "They have nothing to be sorry for. The only reason I stopped them was because I almost came."
Adam's lips parted in surprise. "From being bitten?"
"Are you familiar with the phrase 'hurts so good'?"
Adam examined the mark, then he pressed his thumb into it. Tyler groaned, eyes fluttering shut, and Adam smirked. "Pain slut!"
Tyler huffed a laugh, closing his eyes again and pressing his lips against Adam's forehead. "Mm, no kink shaming."
"That was amazing," Adam sighed, snuggling into Tyler's arms. “Why doesn’t everyone do that? All the time?”
Tyler’s lips curved in a smirk, eyes still shut. “Some of us do.”
Adam scowled and tried to pull away. Tyler didn’t budge, so Adam couldn’t escape.
“Why are you grumpy?” asked Tyler, unperturbed.
Adam's irritation increased, though he tried to appear as unaffected as Tyler. “You’re talking about fucking other people seconds after giving me the best orgasm I’ve had in my entire life.”
Tyler opened his eyes and propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at Adam. “I’m sorry,” he said, face solemn, though he didn’t sound very contrite.
In fact, Tyler was not sorry. He could sense Dr. Everett's impending meltdown from a mile away, and he knew that if this wasn't the catalyst, it would be something else. He wasn't sure how long he could stomach delaying the inevitable.
Additionally, they were in the bed that Dr. Everett shared with his wife. The hypocrisy was not lost on him.
So he stole one more kiss before releasing the professor and rolling out of bed.
It would have to last him quite a while.
They sat at the kitchen table across from one another, eating the meal they’d cooked together after sharing a shower. It was domestic and felt strangely right given the fact that he had done all of those same things with his wife and felt a fraction of the peace he was feeling.
The calm before the storm of his own making.
“You know we can’t do this again, right?” Adam stated.
Tyler looked up from his food, brow raised. He finished swallowing his bite and said, “No, I don’t know that, actually.”
Adam blinked at him, not sure what to make of that response. “Well, we can’t.”
"So you say." Tyler sat back in his chair, gaze fixed on Adam. Body language relaxed, face impassive. It made Adam, normally calm, want to yell, 'What does that mean?'
“I’m married.”
"I am aware."
Adam looked at him expectantly.
"You're trying to force me to draw a conclusion that I don't agree with," Tyler pointed out.
"It's the only one that makes sense!" Adam argued. "You're a high school student."
Tyler eyed him skeptically. “For six more weeks, yes.”
“I have kids, Tyler!” Adam blurted. “I’m fifteen years your senior, I teach at the school you’re considering for the fall. I’m not out as bisexual, nor have I ever had any desire to be, and even if I did, I'm married, so we couldn't even be seen in public together if we kept doing this." He dropped his head in his hands, continuing to ramble miserably. "Oh god, your parents would hate me. My kids would be so confused. And Ronnie...fuck." He dug a finger into his temple, willing away the headache forming there. He’d cheated on his wife with a teenage boy, a potential student, in fact. Was it possible to be more cliche than that?
Adam looked up at him expectantly.
Tyler appeared to be choosing his words.
“I know it’s going to be hard,” he finally said. “But to me, being together is worth the risk.”
God, if that didn’t show his age, Adam wasn’t sure what would. “That’s because you don’t know better," he said sorrowfully.
Tyler didn’t look offended, more resigned. Adam didn’t love that he was the cause of that expression when he’d been all smiles and teasing an hour ago. After another long pause, he sighed and said, “If I thought any amount of begging or reasoning would make you come around, I would do it, Adam. I would be on my knees right now with a goddamn powerpoint presentation.”
Adam stared at him, agog.
“If you want to tell me I don’t know better, that’s fine. Maybe you’re right." Tyler crossed his arms over his chest, but rather than making him look defensive, he just looked more imposing. "Maybe I’m out of my mind and that’s why I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, or that I've finally found the piece of myself I didn’t know I was missing until last night. Chalk it up to hormones and Big Feelings.”
He could have called Adam a coward outright and it still might have hurt less than hearing his thoughts, ones he hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge, spoken to him.
Tyler uncrossed his arms and stood, placing his hands on the table and leaning forward on his palms, gaze hard and pinning Adam in place. And then, as if he'd read his mind, he continued, “But if my age is the problem and all of this shit in my head, why are you feeling the exact same thing?”
Adam was struck speechless, which was good, because if he opened his mouth now, he might beg Tyler to take the decision away from him. To tell him what to do so he could absolve himself of the responsibility.
Softly, Tyler added, “If I walk away right now, I’m not leaving because I want to–I’m leaving because you asked me to go. Is that what you’re asking me, sweetness?”
Even as his eyes burned with tears he refused to let fall, he nodded.
Tyler stared at him for another moment then stood from the table. He walked around it until he was in front of Adam, who refused to look at him. Afraid he would lose it entirely.
This is crazy, he thought. They had just met yesterday. He thought, if anything, Tyler would be like, 'You're a crazy old man. This was just supposed to be a hookup.' But Tyler had treated it as seriously as Adam had. More seriously, even. Less cowardly, certainly. At least he hadn't come up with excuses for his decision.
All the more reason to end this now, he thought. Before things got out of hand and he blew his life up completely.
Tyler hooked a knuckle under Adam’s chin, tilting his head up. Adam allowed himself to be guided, his body acting independently of his mind, until he was standing toe to toe with the jock, green eyes locked with brown.
Tyler leaned in and kissed him. Gentle and slow.
Adam closed his eyes and tried to commit it to memory.
Tyler pulled back slowly and tapped his knuckle on Adam’s chin in a playful gesture. “See you around, Dr. Everett,” he murmured.
Tyler pressed one more kiss to the corner of Adam’s mouth, then he left the house through the side door in the kitchen.
Bereft, Adam watched him go, disappearing around the corner in a loping gait, casual and unhurried.
Tyler knew it was only a matter of time until he got his way. He just had to be patient.
Dr. Everett would come around.
Author's Note: I am coming out the gate with an apology for ending this chapter on a low note! I tried really hard to combine it with another chapter/add an extra scene to leave things less up in the air, but I couldn't make it work. Thank you for reading! Feel free to comment and tell me your thoughts.
