The apartment had that closed-up smell, a little dusty, a little damp, but nothing an open window wouldn't fix. Jimmy must have smelled it too because he went directly to one of the windows. The glass rattled in the frame. The muscles in Jimmy's shoulders and back rippled and flexed as he pushed up the sash.
Mmm, nice view.
The breeze brought the scent of rain and damp earth with it. The sweat dried on Adam's face and he pulled in a deep lungful of cool night air, hoping it would help clear his head.
Tearing his gaze away from Jimmy's ass, Adam glanced around the room. There was furniture, though he couldn't tell what it was like since everything was covered. At least he wouldn't be sitting on the floor.
A faded rug added a splash of blues and greens in the center of the wood floor. There was a kitchen alcove to the right and another doorway to the left.
Jimmy swiped at a dusty spider web hanging from the light fixture. "Sorry it's so dirty. I'll get someone in to clean if you decide ..."
Adam had to smile at that. Funny how it didn't seem to occur to Jimmy that Adam should clean the place himself. But that was just Jimmy. The man had probably never had to clean for himself in his life.
Adam walked to the door on the left, opened it and felt for the light switch.
The bedroom was tiny, but there was a double bed with a white wrought-iron head and footboard, a dresser and a nightstand. Adam imagined himself stretched out naked on that bed, wrists and ankles bound to the iron while Jimmy fucked his ass.
"What do you think?"
Adam started a little. He hadn't heard Jimmy come up behind him. He turned. Jimmy stood in the doorway.
"Nice bed." Adam stroked a hand along the footboard, the metal cool under his fingers.
Jimmy's gaze flicked to the bed then back to Adam's face. "Yeah, it is." There was a pause. Jimmy licked his lips. "The bathroom is through there." He pointed to a door in the opposite wall. "It's kind of small but…"
Because he couldn't shake his little bondage fantasy and having it in his head made it hard to think, Adam walked to the bathroom and stepped inside. He went directly to the tiny window, lifted aside the yellowing lace curtain and looked out.
The rain had stopped and a thumbnail sliver of moon cast silvery light over the yard. From the rear of the garage the ground sloped down. About ten yards down the slope, the manicured grass gave way to a line of trees and wild growth where the shadows grew thick and heavy.
"That's Fairmount Park," Jimmy said from the bathroom doorway. "It backs up to this property so there aren't any neighbors, not unless you count the deer."
"How far does it go?"
"The park? Miles and miles. Fairmount is the largest municipal park in the country. When we were kids we weren't allowed back there. My mother was sure we'd wander off and she'd never see us again."
"But you went anyway."
"Of course we did." Jimmy laughed. "Tell a kid not to go somewhere and that's the first place he wants to go. I remember when Laton was in high school, he used to take his girlfriends back there and make out."
"How do you know?"
"I followed him a couple times. You know, the kind of stuff little brothers do."
He didn't, because he didn't have any brothers, but he liked listening to Jimmy talk. Knowing these little details made him feel closer to Jimmy, like they could actually be friends. "Did he ever find out that you followed him?"
Jimmy shook his head. "Are you kidding? He would have kicked my ass if he knew."
They both laughed.
Adam let the curtain drop and stepped away from the window. "How about you? Who did you take back there when you were in high school?"
Jimmy's cheeks flushed. "I went to boarding school in New Hampshire."
"So you never snuck into the woods with anyone to make out?"
Jimmy's hesitation was just enough to tell Adam there was something here. A little thrill raced through him.
"Who was he, Jim?"
Jimmy shook his head. "I don't remember. That was a long time ago."
Adam stepped up close. Jimmy could easily have moved away but he didn't.
Adam slipped his hand inside Jimmy's open collar and stroked the warm skin. Jimmy's pulse jumped under his fingertips as Adam leaned in. "Tell me."
There was a pause. Jimmy's lips parted. He swallowed. "His name was Christopher," Jimmy whispered. "Chris Daley. He was the first boy I ever kissed."
Adam leaned closer, stopping with their lips no more than a breath apart. "You took him into the woods and kissed him?"
"He kissed me." Jimmy's lashes fluttered down.
"Show me how." He didn't know where this little game had come from or where it was going, but he liked it.
Jimmy's hands slid around Adam's waist. The man drew him close. He pressed against the hard length of Jimmy's body. Jimmy's mouth claimed his, the kiss starting slow, the contact soft and just a little tentative, the way a teenage boy might kiss.
Adam's fingers caressed the back of Jimmy's neck before sliding into the close-cropped hair. He sighed as his eyes drifted closed. But when his lips parted, Jimmy broke the kiss.
Adam opened his eyes. "What—"
"He asked me if I liked it," Jimmy said, his words slow, his tone dreamy and far away. "And I said I did. Then he put his hand on my cock."
Adam's breath caught. He could imagine it, Jimmy so young and unsure, never even kissed let alone had another boy's hand on his cock. God.
"How old were you?"
"Fifteen. We were both fifteen."
Adam slipped his hand between their bodies. With a fingertip he traced the hard length of Jimmy's cock through his pants.
"So hard," Adam murmured. "Were you hard for him, Jim?"
"Yes," Jimmy breathed, "so hard…from the kiss, you know? And it was nothing really, just a kiss. But, God …" Jimmy's hips pressed forward, silently asking for more contact.
Adam squeezed Jimmy's prick before sweeping his thumb over the head where a damp spot on the fabric of his pants let Adam know just how much Jimmy liked this game.
"Did he fuck you and make you come?"
"I came," Jimmy said, hips rocking against the press of Adam's hand. "He kissed me and I came in his hand."
God, it was too much. Adam laid his head on Jimmy's shoulder. They were supposed to be talking. He should be telling Jimmy why he couldn't live here, why he couldn't be Jimmy's fuckboy.
Jimmy squeezed Adam's ass, angling their bodies so their cocks bumped. "God, Adam, I want to fuck you so bad."
Adam moaned. He wanted it, too. "Let's do it. I want your cock in my ass."
"Can't," Jimmy said, "no condoms or lube out here."
Adam didn't have anything on him either. Shit. Suddenly, inspiration struck.
"We'll just kiss and use our hands. Like you did with that boy all those years ago." He rubbed against Jimmy, begging with his body, cock against cock.
"Adam, I don't—"
"You going to make me beg?" Adam flicked his tongue inside Jimmy's ear. "Please, Jim, I want to hold your cock in my hand, make you come." He nipped at the pulse in Jimmy's neck. "Please, let me kiss you and come for you."
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled out of Jimmy's embrace. Taking Jimmy's hand, he led him from the bathroom and tugged him toward the bed. Yanking away the dust cover revealed a blue and white quilt. Gently, Adam pushed Jimmy down to sit on the bed.
"Lay back," he said. He knew just how he wanted this to go. "I'm going to strip for you."
Eyes locked on Adam, Jimmy did as he was told. But when he reached for the buttons on his shirt, Adam shook his head. "Leave your clothes on. Just watch me."
Slowly Adam shed his clothes. His knee was killing him but he ignored the pain, focusing instead on the look in Jimmy's eyes. That look made him forget everything but the man on the bed and how much he wanted him.
Once he was naked, Adam slid onto the mattress next to Jimmy and molded their bodies together. "Kiss me."
Jimmy's lips were anything but gentle as he claimed Adam's mouth. His tongue thrust inside and tangled with Adam's as his hands roamed over Adam's skin, petting and stroking—shoulders, back, hips and ass.
"I dream about fucking your mouth," Jimmy said, lips moving against Adam's neck.
A jolt of need raced down Adam's spine and straight to his balls. His cock jerked. It was like Jimmy had plucked the thought right out of his fantasies, like somehow he knew.
"I'm dying to come in your mouth." Jimmy's teeth scraped over the sensitive place where neck met shoulder. "Want to taste my come when I kiss you."
Adam squirmed. If Jimmy kept this up he would come way too soon.
Jimmy moved lower, kissing and licking Adam's skin. He caught Adam's left nipple-ring between his teeth and tugged. "These are so sexy." He moved to the other nipple and did the same. "Makes me so horny."
"You?" Adam laughed. "Jim, I swear, I could come just from you doing that."
Jimmy's gaze lifted to meet his. "Isn't that the idea? You're going to come for me?" Leaning up, Jimmy touched his lips to Adam's. "God, Adam, you should see yourself. You're so fucking gorgeous."
Adam smiled. "Jim, look." He pointed. A large mirror hung over the dresser opposite the bed. "Look at us, Jim."
Jimmy turned. "Wow," he breathed. "We look so…"
"Decadent," Adam said.
"Yeah. Here." Jimmy sat up. "So we can both see." He shoved a pillow against the headboard then leaned back against it and spread his legs. He gestured. "Sit between my legs."
Adam did, leaning against Jimmy, his back against Jimmy's chest, his head on Jimmy's shoulder. The hard length of Jimmy's cock pushed against his lower back.
Jimmy's legs slid over Adam's and he pulled them farther apart. Spread for me," Jimmy said. Adam did. "Now reach up and grab the headboard and don't let go."
Adam obeyed. This was just what he wanted.
"Look at you," Jimmy whispered. "So beautiful." He kissed Adam's neck. "So hot."
He was hot all over, like he was on fire. But it was the two of them together that he found so erotic. Him, spread out naked and hard, wanton and slutty. And Jimmy fully dressed and holding him, beautiful blue eyes drinking him in, eating him up in the mirror. If he didn't look like Jimmy's boy now, he never would. And he knew right then that he would do anything to stay with Jimmy, surrender whatever pride he had left just to see that look in Jimmy's eyes.