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Title: Want You Closer
Pairing: Adam/Michael
Rating: M
Warning: M/M sex. Language.
Summary: Part of the Clandestine Verse. Takes place after Part 8, but isn’t essential to the rest of the story. Adam and Michael make use of their alone time.
Despite Adam’s parent's previous rule about him and Michael not being alone in the house, with Michael living with them, it happened quite frequently. And while, at first, they had both been hesitant, they began to take advantage of their alone time.
Although they had been together for 9 months, they hadn't actually had sex all that often. Initially it had been hand jobs and blow jobs in Michael's car. Their first time had been at Ruby's after-prom party. But most of their sexual activities had been rushed and self-conscious, like at any moment they would get caught, and while that had its own kind of thrill, Adam kind of liked taking it slow.
Adam's forearms rested on Michael's bedroom wall, his forehead pressed against them. Michael was on his knees in front of him, his lips surrounding Adam's cock, his fingers working Adam open slowly.
The house was empty. It was just the two of them. Alone.
Adam's breath came in heavy pants, sounding harsh compared to Michael's quiet whimpers of pleasure. A choked sob broke from Adam's throat as Michael added a third finger, stretching him. Oh god. Oh god. So good.
Michael pulled his mouth off Adam, kissing his inner thigh, as his fingers thrust in and out, turning, twisting, filling Adam with pleasure. Adam pushed off the wall and looked down at Michael. “Fuck. I’m ready. I’m ready.”
“You sure?” he asked, meeting Adam’s eyes. Adam nodded.
“Yes. Now, Mikey. Please.”
Michael removed his fingers slowly and stood, his lips kissing up Adam’s body. He traced Adam’s collarbones with his tongue, sucked a mark on Adam’s neck that Adam knew would be visible tomorrow and that he was going to have trouble explaining to his friends who didn’t know about them being together.
Not that Michael minded. He wasn’t the one who had to explain away the marks. And Michael always left marks.
Adam cupped Michael’s face and kissed him hard, pushing his back up against the wall. “Bed,” Michael said, wrapping his arms around Adam’s torso and moving them backward. When they reached the bed, Michael let go of him and crawled up until his back was resting on the headboard. Adam watched Michael reach over to his bedside table and open up the condom wrapper, putting it on himself and then slicking it up with the already laid out bottle of lube.
Michael looked up and saw Adam staring at him. He reached out his hand. “Come here.”
Adam crawled up the bed, crawled until he was straddling Michael. Adam’s arms hung loosely around Michael’s neck. With Michael guiding him, Adam sunk down onto Michael’s length.
Adam groaned. “Fuck.”
Michael’s hands were solid on his hips as Adam rode him, slow and deep, trading kisses and trading breaths. This was a million times better than anything else they had ever done together. Better than the first time Michael had blown him. Better than after-prom. Better than shower sex. Better than the one and only time Michael had bottomed.
The sound of their bodies and lips connecting consumed Adam, narrowing his entire world to this moment and this man. “More. More,” he begged.
Suddenly Adam was on his back, Michael’s hands underneath his knees, holding his legs apart as Michael thrust into him harder harder and faster than before. Adam’s breath stuttered and he swore the sound he was making wasn’t human. It was too high pitched, too feral to be his. Like a bird keening. The speed, the friction, was killing him. It felt so fucking perfect.
Adam had to hold back babbling something stupid or sappy. Instead he closed his eyes and let Michael take him. His whole body was teetering on the edge, too focused, too aware.
Michael rested his forehead on Adam’s shoulder, his thrusts becoming more uncontrolled. “Are you close?”
“Yeah,” Adam said, his voice sounding wrecked. “Yeah.” Michael’s hand closed around Adam’s cock, moving in tandem with his thrusts.
Michael’s breath was cool against his sweaty skin, making goose bumps rise on Adam’s chest. Michael’s hold on Adam’s legs wavered as he came. When the waves of pleasure ended, Michael collapsed on top of Adam without meaning to. “Shit. Sorry.”
He crawled down Adam’s body, his hand still stroking him. Michael put the head of Adam’s cock in his mouth and sucked hard. Adam stared down at him. His hair was sweaty and messy. His eyes were half-closed and glazed over. He looked thoroughly fucked. Michael’s green eyes met his, and Adam lost it, coming down Michael’s throat.
Michael moved back up the bed, throwing the condom into the trashcan next to the table and falling down next to Adam, one of his arms splayed over Adam’s chest.
“Fuck,” Adam said.
“Again? Give me a few minutes to rest.”
Adam snorted, lifting Michael’s arm up and scooting closer to him. Michael turned his head and kissed him. Against Adam’s lips, he could feel Michael smiling.
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