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Chapter:-8

Adom thinks he hears the man say a hasty goodbye to his friends but he isn’t too sure. All he knows is that the hand he’s holding is warm, that it feels nice and that he hasn’t felt so determined about something like this in a long time. Outside of the bar Adom drags them straight to the dark alley right beside and then stops. He takes a deep breath then turns around to look at the man behind him. “I’m Alexander by the way,” The guy says, hands tucked into his jean pockets and smile soft on his lips.  

“Yeah,” Adom says under his breath, raising his hand and pulling the guy in by the front of his shirt. Adom feels the wall meet his back and the surprised sound against his face before they’re kissing. Adom closes his eyes at last, fingers loosening their grip on Alexander shirt so he can wrap his arms around Alexander neck instead. Alexander seems to catch on quick, wrapping his own arms around Adom waist and pulling them closer together.  

Adom can feel his shoulders relax. The smooth slide of their lips against each other as wind passes through them feels so nice, so familiar he just wants to melt into it. He feels Alexander grip his hips tighter, his kiss becoming more ravenous. When Adom breaks away to come up for air, breath coming out harsh, his eyes immediately look for Alexander.  

“Wow, okay. That was nice,” Alexander whispers, like it’s a secret between just the two of them. He’s smiling even now, lips shiny under the distant streetlamps. Adom feels himself smile too, at the absurdity of it all. “Just nice huh,” He whispers back, doesn’t know where the confidence comes from. This man that he doesn’t know at all, who’s looking at Adom like he holds all the answers, is somehow so easy to talk to. Maybe because Adom doesn’t know him at all, doesn’t owe him at all, that he feels like he can say anything. Like he’s the bravest person in the world.  

Alexander pouts his lips and furrows his brows like he’s in deep thought, “Maybe a little better than just nice, but I'll need more...just to be sure,” His smile returns full force, then he’s leaning back in and Adom closes his eyes in obedience. Alexander kisses like he’s been waiting his entire life to kiss Adom, his hands come up to shape Adom face. Adom suddenly remembers being back in high school, lying down underneath an apple tree during spring while he sipped on a juice box. The sun had been blazing but the wind was cool as it blew through the soft flowers of the tree above him. The sky had been blue, a little cloudy and he could hear his fellow classmates playing soccer in the field just below him. He remembers wanting to go join but being too lazy, closing his eyes instead and falling asleep to the sound of the breeze. That’s what being held by Alexander feels like, the warmth of his body against Adom, the slick of his lips, the soft tickle of his lashes against Adom cheek are singing a quiet melody lulling Adom into submission.  

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