DAMIEN'S POVMy palm presses flat against the wood paneling of the closet door, the other hand already curled around Adrian’s waist, pulling him back against me. He’s stiff at first, resistant, but I don’t give a damn. I can feel the way his breath hitches when my lips brush the shell of his ear, the way his pulse jumps under my fingertips where they dig into his hip.“I can’t stand seeing you hurt because of me,” I growl, low and rough, my voice barely more than a vibration against his skin. It’s the truth. It’s always the truth with him. Adrian’s body betrays him before his mind can catch up... his shoulders drop, his spine arches just a fraction, pressing his ass back into me like he’s starving for the contact. Fuck, I know he is. I can smell the faint musk of his arousal under the crisp starch of his dress shirt, the way his thighs tense when I drag my teeth over the sensitive spot just below his ear. He lets out a shaky exhale, but he doesn’t pull away. He never does, no matter
ADRIAN'S POV"Damien," I said softly as we sat on a bench in Washington Square Park, watching a street performer. "You don't have to pretend, you know. If you're not into it, you don't have to force it." My voice was quiet, but the words carried the weight of my disappointment.He turned to me, his eyes wide, a flicker of genuine apology crossing his face. "Adrian, no, I'm not pretending. I am into this. Into us. I just… I'm sorry. I really am. I'm trying to figure this out."He reached for my hand instinctively, then seemed to remember where we were and pulled back, clenching his fist. The involuntary movement stung."What is happening?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What is really going on? One minute you're all 'welcome home, Adrian,' and the next you're acting like we're strangers once we leave the penthouse. What is it, Damien? Just tell me."He looked away, his jaw tightening. "It's nothing, Adrian. Really. Just… adjusting. It's just a lot."I stared at him, my hea
ADRIAN'S POV The rumble of the Boeing 747 was a lullaby, a promise of new beginnings. I pressed my forehead against the cool window of our business class cabin, watching Norway shrink beneath us, a tapestry of fjords and snow-dusted peaks. A smile stretched across my face, wide and genuine. I was happy, truly, deeply happy."Look at that, Damien," I murmured, turning to Damien, whose hand was already resting on my knee. He was looking at me, not the fading landscape, his eyes mirroring my joy."Beautiful, isn't it?" he said, his voice a low hum that always sent a shiver down my spine."The view, yes," I grinned, "but also… us. This trip. New York. Everything."He squeezed my knee gently. "Everything."I leaned in, my voice dropping. "So, spill it. What's the very first thing we do, the absolute minute we step off this plane? Pizza? Broadway show? Or straight to that taco place we used to love?"Damien chuckled, leaning back in his seat, a thoughtful expr
DAMIEN'S POVThe first thing I registered was the weight. A familiar, comforting pressure across my chest. Then came the warmth, a living heat that seeped into my skin, chasing away the last remnants of sleep. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know who was beside me. The faint, clean scent of his shampoo, the soft texture of his hair against my chin—it was all Adrian.I let my eyes drift open. Sunlight, thick and golden, poured through the gap in the curtains, painting a stripe across the white sheet and illuminating the serene figure beside me. Adrian. He was sleeping, his face relaxed and peaceful, the corners of his lips turned up in a slight, dreaming smile. A wave of déjà vu washed over me, so potent it almost made me dizzy. This was the same scene, the very same tableau I had woken up to more than a year ago. But everything, absolutely everything, was different.That morning had been steeped in confusion, fear, and a bitter sense of betrayal. I had woken up with a pounding head
ADRIAN'S POVI can feel the weight of Damien's cock on my tongue, thick and heavy, the taste of him filling my mouth. His iron-hard length pulses against my lips, and I know he's close. "Adrian, ohhhh fuck, ahhh", Damien moaned loudly which made me feel more confident. I want to make him lose control, to unravel him with my mouth. I suck harder, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive underside."Ahhhh, Adrian... please don't stop.... fuckkk, ohhhh,"Damien's moans grow louder, more desperate, his fingers tangling in my hair as he starts to thrust into my mouth. The sound of his pleasure spurs me on, and I take him deeper, my throat opening to accommodate his length.Damien's breathing is ragged, his hips jerking as he fucks my mouth. I can feel him swelling, his cock throbbing against my tongue. I know he's close, and the thought of him coming in my mouth makes my own cock ache with need. I suck harder, my lips sealed tight around his shaft, my tongue
DAMIEN'S POVThe world outside the restaurant table had ceased to exist. All that mattered was Adrian, his lips on mine, the familiar scent of him filling my lungs. It was a fiery kiss, full of a year’s worth of unspoken longing and desperate hope. His hand was tangled in my hair, mine gripping his waist, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us.Then, a cough. Not a loud, angry one, just a polite clearing of a throat from a nearby table. Adrian and I broke apart, our breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes, dark and glazed with passion, met mine. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face."Not exactly the most private place for that," Adrian whispered, his voice husky.I chuckled, my own face flushed. "Definitely not. Unless we wanted to give everyone dinner and a show.""As tempting as that sounds," he paused, glancing around the now very aware dining room, "I think we should take this elsewhere.""My thoughts exactly," I said, a wave of relief washing over me.