Author’s Note: If you came here from previous chapters, you know I get a little wordy. While there is sex between the MCs on page in this chapter, the first 50% or so follows Adam making an unlikely friend—which is not a euphemism for sex—and watching one of Tyler's lacrosse games.
If you’re new here, I do recommend starting Limerence at the beginning. This story is more plot heavy than some of my other stories on GayDemon and will be more enjoyable when read chronologically.
Adam suspected at many points throughout the week that he was delusional. It was the most plausible explanation, because there was no way he was this fucking depressed over a one night stand.
He convinced himself that the best course of action would be to go observe the object of his preoccupation. Just to prove to himself that he was viewing their dalliance with rosy retrospection. He had full confidence in his theory.
That was how Adam Everett ended up at a high school lacrosse game on Friday night, dressed in his civilian attire–chucks, worn jeans, a hoodie with the school’s colors, and a black baseball cap pulled low. He was optimistic that he wouldn't stand out, but his hopes were dashed when he heard someone call his name.
Adam looked around for whoever had been trying to get his attention, only to find none other than Charlotte Madden, Tyler’s mother. Fuck.
“Dr. Madden!” Adam greeted cheerfully. “Nice to see you.”
“You as well,” Dr. Madden replied, scaling the bleachers with the ease; Adam had clambered up slowly after almost losing his life on the third row. “And please, call me Lottie."
"Lottie," Adam corrected, though he would be hard-pressed to adhere to that request while burdened with his own guilty conscience.
"If you stand, I'll share my blanket," she said, smiling. Tyler must have gotten his dimples from her, as well as his coloring since they shared the same bronze skin, brown eyes, and thick brown hair, most likely at least part Mediterranean or Middle Eastern.
He stood up and she spread the blanket out, directing him to sit in the center so they could use the outsides to cover their legs. Adam was surprised at her friendliness. She'd never been particularly standoffish, but their interactions had been limited to seeing each other in passing around the neighborhood or functions they were required to attend as educators.
It was a bit troubling, looking at Lottie and realizing that he was closer in age to her than her son. In his mind, they were both too young to have an adult child. It was like Adam felt both ancient and juvenile. Exhausted but inexperienced.
“I didn’t know you liked lacrosse,” Lottie said once she'd settled in. She pulled a flask out of the pouch in her hoodie, and Adam fought an amused smile. “I would have asked you to join me and my husband at one of Tyler’s games.”
Adam was surprised and touched at her sincerity. "Oh, I've never watched before." He'd googled the rules after making the last minute decision to come see a game, but it was like someone explaining a movie from the middle and then referencing things that happened before without context. "Veronica says I don't get out enough, but most people my age who aren't married go to clubs on the weekends, and that's not really my thing. Figured I'd try something new."
Players entered the field, and Adam's eyes locked onto Tyler like a beacon. In his defense, he was hard to miss; he was one of the tallest on the team, and he carried more muscle than average at his age. He also walked with a grace and confidence that was utterly foreign to Adam. Tyler was in his element out on that field.
"It’s an exciting game. I can’t say I love that my kid plays contact sports, but I'm just grateful that Ty's not playing football anymore."
Adam was doing his best to pay attention to Dr. Madden's words, but it was difficult when most of his brainpower was going towards forcing himself to look away from Tyler. The team was doing a warmup, and Tyler and a few other guys were doing hip openers, that basically looked like he was humping the ground in a lunge position.
Adam felt blood rush to his cock as he was accosted by the memory of that powerful body pleasuring him, controlling him, worshiping him. Picking him up and pinning him down like he weighed nothing. Chasing him up the stairs with a feral grin on his face.
Tyler's face was in a neutral mask as he chatted with his teammates, his warmup the same difficulty level as Adam's actual workouts.
"So this is his last season playing lacrosse?" Adam asked.
"Nope, he's playing at college in the fall," she said with a proud grin. "The university offered him a full athletic scholarship."
Adam's brows lifted in surprise. The university was already selective, but athletic scholarships were particularly hard to come by. “That's amazing. He must be formidable on the field."
"He is." Her lips twisted and brow furrowed in a typical worried parent expression. "Not all of the games are violent, but this one likely will be since the schools are rivals. Sometimes they treat it like a death match."
Adam fought a smile at the phrasing, finding it unlikely that a high school boys' lacrosse game was going to get out of hand–they had rules in place to protect the players–but he was not laughing when, a few minutes later, the whistle went off and the two players at face-off competed for the ball. He could only describe it as wrestling combined with staff fighting, and they were using their sticks and upper bodies to push each other away from the ball.
"Is that legal?" Adam asked in fascinated horror and a little secondhand embarrassment. Tensions were already high, parents and local supporters in the stands were already yelling excitedly, encouraging the two duking it out for the upper hand.
"Yep," Dr. Madden replied with an ironic curve to her lips, as riveted by the action on the field as he was. It was almost spooky how the rest of the players stood stock still like runners waiting for the starting gun.
Finally, the player for the home team broke away with the ball, running like Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean. A laugh escaped Adam, half in excitement and half at the absurd picture the kid made. As if on cue–one that Adam clearly missed–the rest of the field exploded into action.
The next hour and a half provided more excitement and entertainment than Adam had experienced in a long time, not including the time spent with Tyler one on one. Despite not knowing the rules, watching Tyler play felt like a privilege. He was beautiful to watch, confident, serious, calculating. He seemed to anticipate moves before they were made, he created space for passes and wasn't a ball hog.
There was something about watching someone do something they were really good at that got the blood flowing, and Adam was grateful for the blanket Dr. Madden provided, though he sometimes forgot himself and jumped from the seat in his enthusiasm. Blessedly, no one seemed to notice, they were all too busy watching the battle taking place on the field.
Seriously, something as simple as Tyler flicking the ball to another player while he wasn't even looking in their direction did something to Adam's libido. He was ready to throw himself at the man.
It didn't help that Dr. Madden was sharing nips off the flask she'd brought. Adam’s nerves got the best of him, and he ended up taking more nips off the flask than he’d intended. He and Lottie were giggling drunkenly together, giving their own commentary on the game, and Adam was having more fun than he'd had in a long time.
Tyler took a lot of hits during the game, and anytime they were hard enough that he went down, he rolled to his feet like nothing happened and threw himself back in the game.
When someone used their stick to trip Tyler, however, Adam and Lottie booed belligerently, along with a few of the other home team supporters. Still, Tyler was a machine, and he kept going.
Adam was here in order to prove to himself that Tyler wasn't worth obsessing over and that he was being irrational and immature. Unfortunately, it was having the opposite affect, and Adam feared that he was worse off than before, because now he felt like more of a fan than a potential romantic partner. There were some very attractive and more age appropriate people here holding up signs for, and cheering on, the younger man. How could Adam compete?
Tyler slammed into the turf hard, and he was still working on forcing air back into his lungs when Hurley jogged over and gave him a hand, hoisting him to his feet. He gave him a few supportive pats on the back. “That was dirty, but the ref says he didn’t see it.”
“S’fine,” Tyler mumbled, catching eyes with the bastard who took him out. The guy smirked, and Tyler bared his teeth in a smile. He had the sense to look uneasy. Pussy.
"No fouls," Hurley warned.
"Never that," Tyler agreed, not without sarcasm. He had to admit, he'd been hotheaded when he first joined the team as a freshman, but he kept a tight lid on it these days.
A few minutes later, Tyler checked the guy who swept his legs illegally, and he went down hard enough that he had to be subbed out.
No fouls.
The game just got dirtier from there.
By the end of the game, Adam and Lottie were best friends. They'd spent the duration of the game cheering–mostly for Tyler–gossiping about their colleagues, and discussing books they'd been reading or what teaching tools they'd implemented recently. It was nice.
"We should go to college games together," he said animatedly. Or maybe Lottie had said it and he'd been agreeing; he couldn't remember.
They weren't stumbling, exactly, but their arms kept bumping until they eventually just walked shoulder to shoulder towards the locker rooms. Adam couldn't remember what they were doing there, just that he'd agreed to accompany Lottie.
Adam wasn't much of a drinker, so while he wasn't drunk, he didn't have much practice keeping a lid on his chattiness and exuberance whilst tipsy. There was a palpable giddiness to the crowd since the home team won, and it was contagious.
Tyler emerged from the locker room with a few of his teammates with a gym bag slung over his shoulder. He looked cozy in gray sweats and a hoodie, backwards cap on his head. Adam's breathing grew quicker, and he felt a longing so intense it almost took him to his knees.
Tyler broke away from the group to approach them, and Adam seriously began to regret joining Lottie.
Tyler smiled at his mom and stepped into her offered hug, and Adam was envious of her ability to show him affection in public.
"You did great," Lottie said, rocking her son back and forth. It was a sweet moment. Adam had trouble reconciling the man he knew with the boy Lottie saw.
He was so big. Definitely over six foot, definitely over two hundred pounds. He had stubble, his muscles had muscles, and his dick...woof. Adam remembered what his body felt like covering him, smothering him, pushing into him.
Adam fought the longing to invade the man's space, to sniff at his neck like an addict seeking a hit.
Tyler had noticed Dr. Everett earlier, but he'd compartmentalized, the game too important to be distracted. Now, the desire hit him all at once, and he shifted his bag so it covered his semi. The professor was dressed down in streetwear, and Tyler looked forward to stripping him out of it. He'd expected his neighbor to stay away longer, but now that this opportunity presented itself, he was fully prepared to take advantage of it.
After all, there was only one reason for Dr. Everett to be here...
He missed him.
Tyler couldn't tear his gaze away from Dr. Everett, and he smiled in a way that hopefully appeared more friendly than predatory. He wanted to eat the man up.
"Dr. Everett," Tyler said, voice polite but friendly, if not a bit goading. "I don't think I've seen you at a game before." The professor's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, which made Tyler's grin widen. "Not that I'm not happy to see you."
Adam changed his mind. Tyler was the worst, and a total dick for calling him out in front of his mom.
"Dr. Everett's trying something new," Tyler's mom said, patting Adam on the back supportively. "I think we might make a sports fan out of him yet."
"It was exciting," Dr. Everett admitted reluctantly. "If a bit violent."
"That's half the fun!" a voice said behind him. Hurley stepped up and slung his arm around Tyler's shoulders. "Hi, Lottie." His gaze settled on Dr. Everett. "Hi, I'm Hurley." He reached a hand out to shake with the professor.
"Adam," Dr. Everett said, returning the firm shake without missing a beat. It was funny watching him interact with the rest of the world. He was undeniably submissive when they were alone together. "Good game."
"We're going out to dinner," Hurley said, eyes on Adam. "Do you want to join?"
Tyler didn't react, though he felt like growling at him like a dog warning someone away from his favorite toy, then dragging the professor off to have his wicked way with him.
"Uh, I can't," Adam said, side stepping the invitation. "I left my kids with the nanny."
Hurley's eyes widened. "Oh. How old are they?" he asked, fishing for information. Probably wondering how old he was.
Nosy.
“Two and four,” Adam answered, having encountered this line of questioning before. “I’m thirty three.”
“Damn,” Hurley said, looking him up and down. “You single?”
Tyler pushed down a growl. "No."
Adam's eyes widened at Tyler, surprise mixed with confusion. "Uh, I'm married."
Tyler leaned in and lowered his voice, glad that his mom had gotten distracted talking to some other parents. "Respectfully, if you don't stop hitting on him, I will beat your ass."
Hurly smirked.
Dr. Everett's cheeks were flushed. "I'm gonna head out. It's a long walk."
Absolutely not, Tyler thought.
"I'll drive you," Tyler said, shrugging Hurley off. "See you later, Hurls."
Hurley scowled at the nickname.
"You don't have to do that," Adam said as they fell into step; Tyler's palm sat firmly on Adam's lower back, guiding him towards Dr. Madden. "Honestly, I could probably drive, but I don't want to risk it in case I get pulled over. Your mom brought a flask."
Tyler grinned. "I'm sure she did." His smile dropped when he added, "I'll drive you home in your car and get a ride back tomorrow."
Dr. Everett opened his mouth to argue, so Tyler cut him off, saying, "I have a parking pass so I won't get towed."
Adam sighed and let himself be guided by Tyler. His big hand felt like it was burning his back, and he wondered if they were walking too close, if they looked suspicious, but his tipsy brain couldn't decipher if he was being paranoid or not. But the way the contact Made Adam shiver was a lot to process in and of itself. It was equal parts exciting and soothing, like a balm on a wound he hadn't noticed festering. He liked being controlled in this way. Possessed.
Tyler was so calm, and Adam felt like he was about to explode out of his skin. He resented it.
Tyler's mom got out of the car with a tipsy finger wave and "toodaloo!" that made Adam, who had sobered quite a bit, snicker. "I love her."
Tyler smiled, waiting for his mom to get inside before putting the car in reverse. His mom had insisted on riding in the back so Dr. Everett was already in the passenger seat. "I'm glad you two had fun."
"A lot of fun," Adam said. "You were amazing."
Okay, maybe he was still a bit tipsy. Or maybe he just wanted to give Tyler an opening. He was feeling needy, so sue him.
"Thanks," Tyler said with a smirk that Adam would enjoy kissing from his face.
As he backed up, he put his hand on the passenger seat to look over his shoulder at his blind spot, and Adam went from a partial chub at being able to smell him to a full erection pressing uncomfortably against his fly. His hand on the wheel was doing interesting things to the protruding veins and tendons, and with his arm raised, his scent intensified, even through the hoodie. Nothing bad, just clean sweat and deodorant and man smell.
Adam's mouth filled with saliva. He wanted to take a bite out of the taller man. Or just nibble. And maybe suck on his fingers.
Adam had never found hands so alluring.
“Don’t take me home yet,” Adam found himself saying.
Tyler glanced down at Adam, expression guarded. “Where would you like me to take you?”
Adam sighed, turning to face the windscreen. The stars were brighter out here than they were in the city, but there was still some light pollution.
“Can we go somewhere with a view?”
Tyler put the car in park at a lookout a few miles away. He liked being in control, and he liked ease with which Dr. Everett submitted to him by letting him drive his car. Adam deserved to be a passenger princess, free to relax and let Tyler take charge.
Adam, coincidentally, was thinking about how nice it was to be taken care of. How he told Tyler what he needed and Tyler immediately did whatever he could to make it happen.
Plus, the view of the city was gorgeous, and behind them, they could see the stars. It was the best of both worlds.
And he got to be with Tyler.
Tyler turned to Adam. "Does this work?" He said it as if he would take him somewhere else if he wanted, and that was almost too much for Adam.
Dr. Everett unbuckled his seatbelt and launched himself at Tyler.
Tyler caught him easily, lifting him slightly and settling him more comfortably, not letting him sit until he pulled the lever to shift the seat back so his sweet little ass didn't hit the horn.
Dr. Everett was kissing him with an intensity he'd never had before, letting Tyler know without words how badly he had needed it: the kiss, the closeness, the affection. Adam's fingers tangled in his hair and he pressed his body close as if he could fuse them together if he tried hard enough.
Tyler let his hands run greedily over Dr. Everett's back, his waist, his ass, tangling in his hair and cupping the nape of his neck. He wasn't immune to it–the want, the need, the feeling of being incomplete he'd been fighting all week.
Tyler unfastened his seatbelt and broke their kiss just long enough to tug off his hoodie and shirt in one go.
"Yes," Adam groaned in sheer relief when his hands met skin. Then "fuck yes" when he looked down and saw that perfect, ripped torso exposed to him like his own personal all you can eat buffet. He was batting so far out of his league it was almost laughable. It was amazing what hard work and good genetics could do.
Tyler divested Dr. Everett of his hoodie and shirt next, his cap long gone, and he had his own moment of admiring the professor's milky white skin with the finest dusting of blond hair, lean and svelte. He dragged his hands up and down the man's skin, drinking in the sight of his professor: hard, eyes dazed and hazy with lust, nipples peaked, hands shaking where they gripped Tyler's shoulders.
Tyler had been wanted before by many. But he'd never felt wanted, desired. It was unexpected the way wanting someone and being wanted by them in return could feel. Mutual lust.
They were kissing again. It could have been seconds or hours. All Adam knew was that Tyler was so goddamn good with his hands. And his lips. And his tongue. And teeth. Just his mouth in general. And the way he guided Adam where he wanted, and the control he had over his own body while he grinded up against his ass in a lewd mimicry of sex.
Tyler was going for his zipper when Adam blurted, without thinking, "This is a bad idea."
Tyler pulled back abruptly and Adam immediately could tell he'd made a mistake. The flash of anger in his expression was unlike anything he'd seen before, though...it was almost reminiscent of the feral lust on his face when he'd chased Adam up the stairs and taken him in the hallway. Then, he'd looked like an animal playing with his food.
Tyler grabbed Dr. Everett's hair hard enough he yelped and yanked him forward. The professor lost his balance and crashed against Tyler's chest. Tyler sunk his teeth into Adam's neck close to where the older man had marked him the last time they'd seen each other.
"No marks!" Adam cried. Tyler ignored him.
Tyler palmed Dr. Everett's erection through his jeans, not bothering with gentleness. Adam let out a sharp cry of pain, put Tyler found he didn't have the patience that evening. Normally, he prided himself on his discipline, and later he would analyze what it was that made him lose the leash he had on his anger, but in that moment, he just acted.
He knew that he was showing too much of himself to the professor, being too honest with his actions, but he was–and he would never admit this aloud–triggered by the professor's words. There was only so much rejection one could take, even one with as little capacity for emotions as Tyler, and after finally getting what he wanted, if only for a few hours, after the way they ended things last time–Tyler putting himself out there while Dr. Everett pushed him away–he just...didn't feel like holding back.
The professor cried out at Tyler's rough treatment, fighting against his punishing grip and making his objections known, and it only fueled Tyler's hunger.
If he fucked things up tonight, he'd find a different way to make things work. He'd steal Dr. Everett and sequester him away. He'd chain the professor up in the fucking basement if he had to.
Tyler’s teeth closed around Dr. Everett's pulse point and he sucked. The sound the professor made was of agonized bliss, and instead of trying to pull Tyler away by the hair, he had both hands on Tyler’s head, holding his face against his neck.
“More!” Dr. Everett demanded, some of the brattiness he’d been hiding swimming to the surface.
Tyler sucked another mark into the base of his throat, and Dr. Everett keened, grinding his clothed cock against Tyler’s belly, nails biting into the back of his neck where he clung to him.
Dr. Everett continued to whimper as Tyler continued to etch marks into his skin with nails, lips, and teeth, consequences be damned. He grabbed his ass hard enough to bruise, leaving finger shaped marks behind, and helped Dr. Everett find relief against him.
Adam came in his pants from dry humping in the car. He was so surprised by it, he actually wasn't sure what happened at first, just that he felt high as a kite and his pants were wet.
After a long silence where they both panted in the dark car, foreheads touching, Adam sat back, though Tyler didn't let him go very far.
"Oh my god," Adam whispered, squeezing his eyes shut.
Tyler let out a breathless chuckle. "It's okay."
Adam whined mournfully which only added to his mortification. "No it's not!"
Tyler laughed again, hands reaching up to cup Adam's face. "Baby, it's okay," he repeated, voice sincere.
Adam peeked his eyes open and looked at Tyler's earnest expression. The ferocity that was there only a few minutes ago had disappeared, and his sweet, attentive top had returned.
As embarrassing as the situation was, and as violent as their coupling had been, Adam felt whole for the first time in days.
"Let's get you out of these," Tyler prompted, pushing Adam up a bit.
Together, with some creative twisting that eventuated in Adam falling back into the passenger seat, Tyler freed Adam from his jeans and underwear, discarding the underwear on the floor so they didn't soak into his pants. Then he pulled Adam back into his arms.
Adam was entirely naked, shoes lost somewhere in the backseat, while Tyler still wore his sweatpants, a wet spot forming on the front where his cock had been leaking precum, dick still hard. They were both a little sweaty, and the car smelled like perspiration and ejaculation. He'd definitely have to hit it with the air freshener before he went inside.
For now, he just appreciated the comfort that came from being curled up in Tyler's lap like a child, the man's big, strong body cradling him close and surrounding him with his scent.
After coming down from his high, Adam said, not without amusement, "I can't believe I just came in my pants."
Tyler tugged him back by his hair so he had to look at him. "You were stunning."
Oh, shit.
Adam never considered himself the type to cry after sex, but damn. "Thanks," he whispered. Then he leaned up for a kiss.
Tyler's taste was familiar and welcome, and the rush of relief that washed over him when their tongues brushed together lazily was like getting the first hit after abstaining from a drug for a long period of time.
Adam had the grim realization that he didn’t think that he would be able to quit Tyler and survive. Maybe if he’d stayed away after the first night, but not after this.
As Dr. Everett grew aroused and impatient in Tyler's lap, Tyler reached into the backseat for his gym bag, searching for the lube with one hand while they kissed.
Adam gasped at the first brush of Tyler's fingertip. It had only been five days, but he had been operating under the belief that he wouldn't be touched there by another person ever again, so he'd avoided stimulating the area himself even when he was showering. He was paranoid that his wife would walk in on him fingering himself in the shower, and even when cleaning himself–he might have been more thorough than was strictly necessary–his fingers weren't long enough and he couldn't get the right angle...
Adam whimpered when Tyler pressed deeper than he'd been able to on the first try, their position too awkward to brush his prostate just right, but at that point he was on a hair trigger and didn't trust himself anyway.
Dr. Everett was a natural, his body already relaxing, grinding down on his hand in an effort to find another finger. Tyler obliged, spearing him with two fingers, and he moaned into his mouth.
"I'm ready," Dr. Everett muttered against his lips. Tyler sincerely doubted that, so he pressed in a third finger. "Now," Dr. Everett begged once he'd adjusted to the intrusion, and Tyler was just a man, so he yanked down his sweats, slicked up his cock, and pressed in.
Adam's mouth fell open in a silent scream as Tyler pushed past his ring. Tyler's dick had to be at least eight inches and at thick as his wrist, ambitious for a second...third...well, maybe fourth-timer. But he needed it inside of him immediately.
It was as if they spoke without words, looking into each other's eyes, faces wearing similar slack jawed expressions as Tyler pushed in to the hilt, Adam seated fully on his lap. They panted, breathing the same air, waiting for Adam to adjust.
Tyler felt like Adam's tight ass was choking the life out of his cock, and as much as he prided himself in his self restraint, he felt like he'd been edging for hours. Adam looked incredibly beautiful sitting astride his hips, pupils eating up the green of his irises, lips puffy and cheeks rubbed raw from Tyler's stubble. His neck and chest were a mess of bruises and bite marks, and Tyler knew there was a good chance Adam would give him hell for that later, but it would be worth it, because he had not been lying when he'd said the man was stunning.
Adam moved his hips tentatively, eyes already rolling in pleasure from the stretch and burn of Tyler's cock. He'd teased Tyler for enjoying pain, but he was starting to see the appeal. He lifted his hips a few inches and then sunk back down, and Tyler made a strangled sound, eyes closing and head hitting the back of the seat.
Adam grinned triumphantly when he realized that Tyler was so turned on he was physically restraining himself from fucking up into Adam, and maybe from cumming too soon. (Adam didn't blame him as he had done that very thing half an hour ago.)
"Hey," Adam whispered, and Tyler opened his dark brown eyes, gaze cutting through him. "Take whatever you want." In a way, Adam felt like he owed him that. For putting his needs first when they were fucking around. For caring. For putting up with his immaturity despite his age. And most importantly, Adam wanted him to take whatever he wanted.
Tyler looked indecisive for a moment, then he seemed to come to a decision. "Backseat."
Adam climbed into the backseat, not allowing himself to feel guilty when he saw the kids' car seats. He unhooked them and put down the seats with shaking hands, then he turned back to Tyler. "Where do you want–"
Adam let out an oof when Tyler took him down and flipped him on his back. "Like this," he growled, putting his legs on his shoulders and planting his hands on either side of Adam's head, looking into his eyes with an intensity that both scared and excited Adam. He found his entrance with a nudge of his hips and slammed home once again. Adam cried out in pain-pleasure. He was so full he felt like he might tear in two, but at the same time, Tyler's cock was stroking his channel with a forcefulness Adam was only just beginning to realize he loved and didn't think he could give up anytime soon. And Tyler continued to adjust his angle until he found the one that made Adam let out a surprised cry of pleasure, hitting his p-spot over and over. Despite coming less than an hour ago, Adam had that feeling like he was being pushed higher and higher, the same one when he had an anal orgasm the last time.
"Tyler..." he said weakly, tears coming to his eyes. It was both too much and not enough. The mounting pleasure was frightening in its intensity.
Tyler closed the distance between them and kissed Adam, and it was exactly what he needed. Within ten more thrusts he was cumming hands free all over himself, hot spurts of semen coating his belly and chest, ass seizing Tyler's cock.
Tyler gritted his teeth as a sound not unlike a roar escaped him, and he was cumming, dumping his load inside of Adam used hole.
Adam clung to Tyler's wrists as he came, but now that he was being pushed to his limit and beyond, his fingers gripped onto Tyler's sides, his back, his shoulders, hugging him tight to his chest as his eyes streamed tears, completely spent and overstimulated.
Tyler sat back on his ass, taking Adam with him, holding him in his lap, kissing him and murmuring praise. Adam buried his face in his neck and shook, soaking his chest with tears and some sneaky drool.
"S-sorry," Adam sobbed. "I d-don't n-normally cry af-ter s-sex."
Tyler smiled at huffed a laugh, and Adam cried, "It's n-not funny!"
"No, baby," Tyler agreed, rubbing his back with firm circles, callouses scratching his skin. "It's cute."
"Tyler!" Adam cried, and Tyler could hear his pout. Fuck, he was cute.
Tyler continued to press kisses to any available skin. Adam eventually let him kiss his face after he took a babe wipe to it, scrubbing off the evidence of his tears, then cleaning Tyler's cock and his ass while he was at it.
Tyler had never experienced someone cleaning off his cock after sex–in part because he always wore a condom–and he found the ritual oddly sweet.
"You are..." Tyler murmured between kisses. "So perfect."
Adam was about to protest, so Tyler cut him off sternly. "For me. You are perfect for me."
Well, he couldn't argue with feelings.
"Thank you," Tyler said, like he could read his mind.
Adam gave him a bashful smile.
Adam suggested they grab food since Tyler's stomach kept growling, and he became insistent once Tyler admitted he normally burned about a thousand calories during the game. Between that and the sex, Adam didn't want to think about how badly he needed to replenish his energy.
Tyler thought it was cute that Adam was fussing, but he didn't mention it.
They went to a drive thru that was open late. It wasn't glamorous, but Tyler snacked on fries while he took them to the second view he had holstered in case the first one didn't live up to Adam's standards. They talked for another hour before Adam reluctantly said, "I need to get home."
Adam got Tyler to agree to drop him off at his car under the condition that he didn't complain when Tyler followed him home to make sure he arrived in one piece. It warmed his chest in a way he tried not to fixate on.
Against his better judgment, they exchanged numbers. And they kissed. Every time Adam was about to get out of the car to go, they ended up getting distracted by talking, then they kissed again, and the cycle continued until Adam held up his hand and ran from the car, laughing until his belly ached and his eyes leaked. Tyler watched him in silent judgment as he collected himself enough so he could drive.
Tyler stroked his cock before he fell asleep to the mental image of Dr. Everett in the car, on his back, blissed out and fucked nearly unconscious, covered in sweat and tears, bite marks and hickeys, and both of their cum. Smiling lazily up at Tyler.
He wished he'd gotten a photo.
After a thorough shower, Adam slid into bed behind Veronica. He felt a strange mix of emotions.
Disgust with himself. Self-pity. Guilt. Longing. Happiness. Aroused. Sexually sated.
“Adam?” she whispered groggily. “You’re back late. Did you have fun?"
"Yeah," he whispered. "I ran into Dr. Madden and we got drinks after the game."
"That name sounds familiar."
"Yeah, she's a colleague, and her son is on the lacrosse team. She lives across the street."
Ronnie snickered. "Ah, jailbait's mom."
"That's her."
Ronnie huffed a laugh before saying sleepily, "I'm glad you got out of the house for something other than work."
"Me too," he said, though he thought he might be lying.
"Mm." Soon after, he heard Ronnie's delicate snores.
Adam stared at the ceiling, emotions dulling until he felt almost nothing.
It was only then that he fell asleep.
Author’s Note: This chapter's length is the reason the last one ended up having to be so short. Since everything occurred in one night, I didn't want to break it up into pieces (if you can believe it, I actually cut this chapter down a lot 😭)
If you read both this chapter and the last and have any ideas on how I could have broken it up to even out the chapter lengths while not ruining the continuity/flow, let me know! Even though writing (particularly editing) makes me want to bang my head against the wall, I do love it and want to improve.
If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! Besitos!
