16 Chapter 16

Paul gives into the kisses, the moment, Adam. He kisses Adam’s chin, his cheeks, the space above his upper lip that’s as soft as his lips. He likes the faint tickle of hair brushing against his own when he rubs his jaw along Adam’s chin. He likes the gasp when his hand moves lower to cup Adam’s rhinestone-studded crotch. He cuts that sound off with another kiss, this one harder, more intense. He pushes Adam back against the seat as his fingers find the zipper of Adam’s jeans. With a fluid movement he pulls it down and slips his hand inside the bulky denim. Adam sighs his name. It’s lost in the air between them, heated with their breath, their bodies, their kisses.

Paul strokes the hard flesh sheathed in Adam’s briefs. The bulge of Adam’s erection pulls the fabric taut beneath his fingers, and Adam moans when he slips his fingers into the fly, brushing over heated skin.