All Apologies By Standing
	All Apologies (installment one) (Adam Copeland & Jay Reso; Jay narrates) January 2, 2002 “You love me!” I repeated with a sneer, choking on bitter laughter. “How quaint.” My best friend bowed his head in shame. Resentment flooded my veins as I continued, staring down at the veil of thick hair that shrouded Adam’s expression of defeat. “How are you going to prove it to me this time? More broken promises? More sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night, more whispering sweet nothings to me and then hiding your face the next day?” He met my eyes as a flicker of despair washed over his features. “You’re not being fair.” “Fair?” I crowed with disbelief, glaring his saddened face right back to his shoes. “Let’s define Adam’s vision of FAIR. Is it telling me that I’m the only person you love and then turning around the next week to tell me that you feel nothing for me? Does the word FAIR define the misery that comes with opening my heart to you only to fall flat on my ass again? Because if it is, then you’ve got your wires crossed. Fuck being FAIR, Adam. When have you ever been fair to me?” His hands fidgeted in his lap at my venomous outburst. He was silent for a long time, and all I could hear was my own breathing, quickened by the rush of anger that swam through my body. I had him pinned; I was never going to let Adam sweet-talk me again. “I’m sorry,” He whispered in a voice that was so unlike him that I was nearly swayed. “Well then,” I said softly as I bit my sympathy back, remembering what happened when I gave into this man. “Why don’t we just hop into my bed and have some make-up sex so that I can give myself ENTIRELY to you and then you can truly destroy me in every way possible,” My vision was beginning to blur and when I blinked, I felt the tears begin to slide involuntarily down my cheeks. I clenched my teeth, determined not to fall apart. “Good thing we never fucked, Adam. I would have killed you by now.” His head shot up to lock his penetrating eyes with mine and in one liquid movement he had risen from the chair and wrapped me in his arms with a deep kiss enveloping my senses. In a skipped heartbeat, I was tasting Adam, breathing him and feeling him against me again, smelling his smell and wanting to fall so easily back into the routine that we had ground ourselves into: I adore him, he tells me he loves me, we get together, he freaks out and leaves, comes back to beg my forgiveness and like a fool, I take him back. Lather, rinse, repeat. I take him back because he feels so fucking perfect with me. But not today. I wrench my arms from his grasp and shove thickly at his chest, breaking the spell he’d so quickly taunted me into. Fists balled at my sides, I glared coldly back at his devastated expression. “Is that still supposed to mean something to me?” I asked bitterly. “Just get out. I’m a big boy now, I can sleep by myself.” “Jay, I …” “No,” I angrily cut off his plea. “This is bullshit, Adam. I’m so sick of you and your fucking games, I’m sick of loving you and not being loved back. I’m sick of you lying to me and I’m sick of the pathetic hope I have inside me that keeps saying one day you’ll mean it. I cannot deal with you anymore, so take your ‘broken heart’ and get the hell out of my sight.” He stared at me for a long time and I watched his face crumble in a way that I had never before witnessed. This scene had been played out more times than I cared to remember, but the ending usually involved a huge grin enveloping Adam’s face as he took me into his arms again. Today, however, I had finally stood up for myself. I’d finally believed the words I’d held inside that said I wouldn’t take anymore of his hot and cold. I finally believed myself when I said I wanted to love someone that really loved me back. And he completely crumbled. Never before had I seen him hang his head in defeat. He’d never lost this battle, never had to walk out of my room with his tail between his legs. Today he was begging again for one last chance, and I simply opened the door for him. All Apologies (installment two) Adam Copeland and Jay Reso; Jay narrates I collapsed onto my bed as soon as Adam had quite reluctantly walked out my door. I felt confused and empty; this moment had always been more triumphant and satisfying in my head. I was supposed to feel relieved, liberated. It was supposed to be like breaking the chains but it was actually just breaking my heart and that just left me torn and frustrated with myself. The truth was inescapable, no matter how many times I tried to shield myself from it or break away from it. I loved Adam, adored him, and was so fixated on my desire to be with him that I would simply bind myself to him for the rest of my life. I wanted to believe that today was the day that had released my hopeless dream of Adam returning my love but at the same time I knew it wasn’t. I knew I wouldn’t let the dream go because my need to have him love me was so much stronger than the agony that came with his pushing me away. Every touch we shared, every look he gave me, every smile that graced his lips when I walked into the room was worth a lifetime of this runaround. But at the same time … was it? I get so angry with myself for loving him. I’m such a slave to his whims; I’m dominated and have no control over the situation. I feel so powerless. He makes me so weak as I just wait for a day that will most probably never come. He has me wrapped around his finger as I sit waiting for him to show me the feelings that he most likely does not hold inside of him. I so badly wanted to be able to accept the inevitable rejection, to pull out before he shattered my heart once and for all, but until today I hadn’t been able to work up the nerve. I just wanted him to love me so badly … I still do. Today, I acted like I’d accepted it. My actions were of someone that was fed up with all of the games and ready to let go and move on. The problem was that today’s display was only representing one half of me: the half that wanted so badly to let go and be ready to move on. He was sick of letting the burning want for Adam control my life, of sacrificing all moral thought and dignity to give in to the abundance of apologies and allow me to believe once again that perhaps he really did love me like I loved him. That half of me was tired of the endless disappointment and burst wide open, shutting Adam down and telling him I wasn’t going to take it anymore. That half of me was proud. The other half had watched in horror as his love disappeared around a corner and prayed to God that it wasn’t forever. He had wanted to run after the retreating figure, leap into his arms and tell him that he was sorry and accepted his apology and just wanted to crawl into bed next to the warm, protective body that was Adam. That half of me had believed Adam’s pleas and was ready to put his heart on the line again for a chance of the tiniest shred of truth to the words he had heard. I am a sickly fucked up man. I groaned to myself and buried my face in the pillow. I knew that I had to let go of my sympathy, let go of my pointless yearning and my unrequited love and my unyielding dreams of seeing nothing but honesty in Adam’s eyes as he said those three perfect words. I would never be able to believe him. There were too many people distracting him, too much else on his mind for it to focus entirely on me. I would have to let Adam go. He’s proven it to me too many times – it wasn’t me he wanted. Maybe on a whim, he might entertain my affection, but that wasn’t what I wanted from him or from anyone. I wanted someone to love me unconditionally as I would them. And Adam couldn’t be that someone for me. I had to move on. Oh God, when did being strong become so difficult? All Apologies (installment three) Adam Copeland and Jay Reso; Jay narrates The pounding of the door jolted me from a much-needed catnap and I bolted from my sheets, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and staggering to the front entrance. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I yanked on the doorknob irritably to find none other than Adam standing at my doorstep. “Oh, Christ,” I squeaked, heart leaping to my throat. It hammered into my lungs and I was suddenly breathless as I struggled to be aloof and non- receptive. I cleared my throat. “What are you doing here?” “I’m coming in,” He replied quickly, eyes sweeping my naked torso and causing familiar heat to flood my neck. “Oh? Says who?” I asked spitefully, crossing my arms over my stomach and attempting to ignore the sudden shaking in my knees. Oh, God, I was melting, wasn’t I? “Says me.” “When did you start calling the shots again?” Adam bowed his head, chin lowered as his eyes implored through thick, blonde lashes. “Please let me in, Jay.” I stared at him incredulously for a moment before heaving a sigh and relenting. I stepped aside and he entered cautiously, slowly, as if unsure of what time dimension he was coming into. After a long stretch of quiet, his voice came as an ocean of calm deliberation. “Listen, I know I’ve been a dick –" “Yes. Yes you have,” I interjected snidely and against every emotion that was coursing beneath my flaming skin. The seriousness on his face was enough to silence a nun. “Please – don’t interrupt me, Jason. This is hard enough as it is.” I dropped my eyes at his addressing my full name and he continued. “So I know I haven’t done everything right, I know I’ve hurt you – probably more than anyone has ever hurt you in your life – and that you’ve forgiven me hundreds of times only to get nothing back, but you have to believe me today. You have to believe me right now, this minute, that with every piece of me I am sorry.” He paused, dipping his head to look me in the eye. “I’m sorry, Jay.” I rolled my eyes. “Of course you’re sorry! You’re sorry every day, every time you run out on me and every time you tell me something you don’t mean. You’re sorry for crawling into bed with me and then leaving, you’re sorry for missing dates,” My voice was rising steadily and beginning to shake. “You’re sorry for turning your cell phone off and for being out with the guys when you’re supposed to be with me! You’re sorry, sorry, sorry for all of the fucking times that I believed you when you told me you loved me and DIDN’T FUCKING MEAN IT!” “MAYBE I’M SCARED, OKAY? MAYBE I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!” Adam yelled back at me, matching my sudden aggression. “MAYBE –“He paused, voice dropping to a level of defeat. “Maybe you’re the first guy I’ve ever been in love with and I’m terrified of it.” Slowly, Adam’s words clicked into my mind and I sank down into the chair I had been standing beside. I looked up at him, eyes half-curious and half- disbelieving. “What do you mean, first guy? What about all the stories—“ He shook his head, raw vulnerability eating up his strong features. “You.” “But …” “Don’t believe everything you hear,” He said quietly, looking away to stare out the window. “The only guy I ever thought about like that was you, Jay. When I first realized it, I was so scared. My heart would pound when we were alone together and I would get these goose-bumps all over my body. I have them right now,” He added as a soft side-note, almost to himself. “I could only take it for so long,” He continued haltingly. “I had to tell you. But then you said you had always loved me like that … and I got so afraid because I’d never even thought about, about being … with … a guy and suddenly you were so ready to go there with me.” He paused momentarily, eyes darting over to review my apparent shock. “I totally panicked, I was so afraid of fucking up, of not knowing what to do and not loving you as much as you loved me, that I ran. But I couldn’t stay away from you. I thought about you too much, I just wanted to be with you. Hold you. I had to keep coming back – I missed you.” I stared at him, not knowing what to say. This was … this was, it was not at all like anything that had ever happened before. There had been so many people whispering in my ear about Adam’s romps with some of the other guys; who was I going to believe? It certainly wasn’t going to be easy accepting Adam’s words as truth. I paused for a long time before lifting my gaze to look him steadily in the eye. Would my voice make it through every word? “I don’t believe you.” I watched as my best friend’s eyes immediately flooded with dismay and he quickly closed them in hopes of stopping the emotion that betrayed him. A shaky sigh escaped his lips, as though he weren’t sure if he should speak anymore. “I’ve never – been – with another guy. That’s why I kept bolting when you said we should … you know. That we should. I wanted to, I love you so much, Jay. I wanted you so badly but I was so fucking afraid of this. I was afraid of myself. I knew that I would end up running away because I didn’t want to accept that it was you – my best friend, another guy – that I was in love with. But after today, after what you said to me earlier, I got more afraid of losing you than being with you. I realized that I was being an idiot; that I’d taken you for granted. I know it’s hopeless for me now, I know I’ve destroyed everything, but I’m begging you to believe me one last time. I … I just love you.” I felt overwhelmed and exploded with an ocean of tears running silently down my face as I shook my head. “I don’t believe you.” Adam’s face crushed and he moaned almost inaudibly, shaking his head as he took a step towards me. His cheeks were red with grief and his wavering eyes were fixated on mine as he spoke. “I meant it every time, Jay. Every single fucking time,” He whispered as his voice broke over the desperation that fought through. “I am so sorry.” I clamped my mouth shut as a sob escaped my throat and I fell into his arms. “I don’t believe you,” I whimpered into his shoulder as his body wrapped itself tightly around me and began to shudder violently against my chest. “Believe me, Jay, please,” He begged, lips pressing against the pulse that was throbbing wildly in my neck. They kissed softly, warmly along my neck, dragging along my jaw-line and up to my mouth to capture my lips in a hungry kiss. My resolve collapsed beneath his touch and I knew then that I would be able to do nothing in protest. I was helpless and vulnerable again, depending on Adam once again to not let me fall. But something was different this time. His arms were so much tighter than they usually were. His kiss was so much more begging, his hands on my back were so much more desperate than I’d recalled from times before. His voice was shaking, he was actually in tears – he seemed nearly as exposed as I was. This time it was like he needed me to hold him up just as much. We broke apart and his glittery eyes implored as he ran a fingertip along my forehead, brushing the hair away from my face. “Please, Jay. Let me prove it to you,” He begged as his hands slid down my ribs and his thumbs hooked into the rim of my sweatpants, sliding around to my back and pushing them ever-so-slowly downward. “I … I’m ready to prove it to you. I want you, I want to have you. I want to be in love with you for the rest of my life.” I stared at him, unable to breathe. Every part of my body was throbbing uncontrollably to the beat of my heart and I couldn’t move. The heat was suffocating, yet my skin was bristling with goose-bumps. He … he was suggesting that we …? He wanted to make love to me? I didn’t know what to think. I knew I should have been afraid to give that part of me to him, I knew I should have pulled away from him, knowing that he would probably just leave me again. But Adam had NEVER suggested that of us. That was one thing that had always confused me about him; he had always steered completely away from that road. Wasn’t it customary to use someone for sex as opposed to the emotional side of a relationship? I didn’t understand why every time I wanted to, he got all anxious and ended up walking out the door. If he was telling the truth right now, then that means he was afraid of hurting me … of allowing me to give that to him and then have to watch him leave again. He was protecting me. Adam was serious this time, I realized as I allowed myself to become locked into his gaze. All of the sudden, there it was. It was the truth, right there, staring back at me. And I believed it. I believed that he meant it every time he had said it. I believed every single word he had ever told me, and I knew that it was okay. My arms slowly rose from their places at my sides and encircled his waist, hands beneath his shirt and pushing it upward. My palms ran warmly along his back and I leaned forward, capturing his mouth softly. Against my lips, I felt Adam smile as a sob of relief sprung from his throat. He clutched my body to his own and we stood holding each other as our kiss deepened and became more frantic. I grinned into his mouth uncontrollably and he licked at my lips as we broke apart. “Are you sure you want to …?” I drifted off, not sure if I should finish my question. He smiled, nodding and allowing his hands to rest on my hips. “Absolutely.” All Apologies (installment four) Adam Copeland and Jay Reso; Jay narrates For the first time in our lives, Adam and I lay naked together, facing each other on my bed. I couldn’t help but smile at how he was so unsuccessful at trying to not look nervous. I saw right through his shy smile and his uneven breaths; he was scared as hell. In what I hoped was reassurance, I smiled back at him and wrapped an arm around his neck, bringing his lips to mine once again. He was so sweet against me and I savored the stillness of my heart when I felt his hand slide down my waist to trace lazy patterns on my thigh. Oh, God, this was happening. He really meant it, it wasn’t a joke. He was going to be lying in my arms tomorrow morning and I was going to wake up and nestle my face into his warm skin and feel his hot, slow breath trickling down my neck while he slept. But we had all of tonight to relish in first. I’ve been meaning to tell you I’ve got this feeling that won’t subside I look at you and I fantasize you’re mine tonight His eyes met mine warily as my lips drifted from his mouth, warming his chin, his neck, beneath his ears and over his collarbone. I moved my palm to slide over his heart and felt it pounding with reckless abandon. He bit his lip and his cheeks turned amber with embarrassment. I grinned at him, meeting his lips again. “It’s alright, Adam, I’m not going to hurt you.” “I know,” He whispered. “I just … well I’ve never done this before. I mean … you know what I mean.” I nodded, sliding on top of him and leaning down to stroke his hair lightly. “Well don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Our lips met again and he pulled me in tight against his chest, creating a cocoon that I immediately decided I never wanted to leave. Now I’ve got you in my sights With these hungry eyes One look at you and I cant disguise I’ve got hungry eyes I feel the magic between you and I He lay back, flat, open and completely exposed to me. For once there was no attempt to cover himself, to hide away and try to secure himself in some way. He was vulnerable and he was allowing me to see that and it made me want to melt as he gazed up at me with only a look of assurance. He wanted it, he wanted me, he was scared but he was giving himself to me anyway. Just knowing that made me want to curl up under his arm and just let him hold me all night. I was it. It was really me that he loved. Electricity coursed through the air around us as I allowed my hands to drift over every inch of his trembling body. My fingers caressed the muscles of his stomach, the hairs of his forearms, hips, toes, elbows, the tip of his nose and the inside of his knees. I just wanted to etch this entire vision into my memory forever. The easing of his features, the way his eyes fluttered closed beneath my touch and the way his hands ran up and down my back in encouragement, giving in and allowing me to put him at ease. Soft sighs escaped his lips as I mapped out his every freckle and muscle, his every scar and every miniscule hair. I memorized the shades of his skin and the way it felt against mine and the color of his eyes when he began to beg for more. He pulled my face back up to meet his, running delicate fingers over my cheeks before kissing me in that demanding way, that way that was telling me to give him more. My insides shuddered against my ribcage, heart pounding as I had to convince myself yet again that this was truly happening. I leaned over Adam and opened the drawer beside the bed, rooting around for anything at all to use. A sharp pain in my chest caused me to yelp and I glared down at Adam as he grinned back at me. “You bit my nipple!” I exclaimed indignantly, clutching the violated nub. “You liked it,” He laughed. I smiled faintly, going back to the lube hunt. “Yeah I did.” After a moment more, I unearthed the canister that never left my bedside. I wanna hold you so hear me out I wanna show you what loves all about Darling, tonight Repositioned over him and leaning back down for another gripping kiss, I automatically reached down to lather myself with the slick concoction in my palms but paused, thinking the better of it. I pulled away from him and sat up, triggering a questioning look from Adam. With a grunt and some reluctance, I rolled the two of us over so that he was seated on my hips. Adam’s face immediately lit with anxiety and he shook his head. “No, Jay, I don’t think I can … I never … I –“ Grinning, I lifted onto my elbows and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to lay over me for a kiss. He had stiffened with apprehension and my tongue coaxed his nerves slowly. “It’s okay, I’ll show you. I think for your first time, it would be better this way.” He eyed me, still wary, but nodded anyway. I reached down between us and took his cock into my slicked hands, pumping slowly and almost laughing at how wide his gaze went. His breath came out shakily and he stared at me, mouth hanging open. “Good?” I raised an amused eyebrow. He nodded and his expression twitched in a gasp as I squeezed lightly. A wavering moan preceded his words. “It’s better than when I do it.” My smile widened at his surprise and I couldn’t help but feel blessed to be the one bringing him into this brand-new world that he seemed to be enjoying. As my fist quickened, his breaths came faster, panting, and I remembered that I probably shouldn’t push him too much; he was hard as a rock, at full mast already. I lost myself inside of his mouth for an eternity, slowing the pace and causing him to grunt with disappointment. Pausing for a moment, I took his hands and glossed them over with a coat of lubricant. He looked at me ready and willing, looking for guidance. “Okay, you need to, um,” How was I going to explain this? “Prepare me.” He looked blankly at me. I laughed, feeling embarrassed with myself, and took his hands in my own to show him what I meant. His eyes widened again as it dawned on him. “OH,” He said, voicing his realization, and he chuckled lightly. “Oh.” Gaze trained on mine, Adam tentatively pressed a finger against my opening. I gasped at his hesitance, at how tortuously slow his entrance was. His face was in pure awe as I felt my inner muscles clench around his finger. He wigged slightly and I think I went frozen, feeling him press ever- farther inside of me. “Do another one,” I gasped tightly, voice biting with the eagerness of getting him inside me. His eyes snapped up to me in surprise, as he had become absorbed with watching his finger slip in and out of me as I writhed beneath him. He raised an eyebrow at me. “Another one is gonna fit?” “Make it fit.” He fell back to that apprehension again but obeyed my request, forcing a second finger into my entrance. My eyes nearly fell out of my skull as he again became preoccupied with watching himself work. “This is pretty tight,” He observed, noting my gasp as he pushed in to the knuckles. “Yeah, it’s getting there,” I hashed out quickly, pressing back against him and causing his mouth to drop open. “Holy SHIT,” He grunted with amazement. “It’s so tight! My freaking hand is … it’s so TIGHT!” “Just wait till it’s you inside there,” I grinned at him and his eyes went wide again as though he’d forgotten about that part. “I … wow,” He said simply, adjusting his fingers and pulling them apart inside of me. “You’re gonna have to get bigger than this if you expect me to fit in there.” I laughed, unable to remember ever having this sort of conversation in bed before. He was just so innocent, so unknowing. He was learning. I was teaching him. It was blowing my mind away. “So get another one up there then!” I told him with a wicked smile. “Jesus Christ, I don’t know how you’re alive right now. You do know that my fingers are up your ass, right?” The tip of a third finger prodded at me as he looked on questioningly. I sucked in a breath as he began to burrow into me farther and then grinned at him again. “It sounds crazy but it’s not as bad as you think,” I said, finally feeling full and stretching. “It doesn’t hurt. Well, maybe a little, but not like you imagine. It feels better than it hurts, actually.” He nodded, the three fingers joined together and sliding up and down the tunnel of my body. Noticing the ease of the movement, he went to add a fourth finger but I shook my head at him vehemently. “No, no, three is enough,” I laughed. “Four is too close to a fisting, and THAT hurts.” Adam chuckled quietly with me, and I think he was a little embarrassed again. “Alright, so …” “So now,” I smiled, taking his forearms and pulling him down for a comforting kiss. He murmured softly into my mouth and held my lips for a moment longer as I tried to finish my sentence. I grinned against him and kissed lightly before pulling back again. “Now it’s your turn.” Now I’ve got you in my sights With these hungry eyes One look at you and I cant disguise I’ve got hungry eyes I feel the magic between you and i Never ceasing to be amazed, Adam’s mouth formed a round O as my hips lifted and I locked ankles around his thin waist. Reaching down, I took his hard length into my hand and stroked lightly before showing him how to position. Steadying himself with strong hands on my sides, I felt as he massaged my skin lightly before pressing inside of me. Every muscle in my body went tense, gripping themselves as Adam slowly groped his way into my body. He was completely enraptured as I closed in around him, cradling his throbbing erection and sifting myself around it. I watched his expression bounce over a thousand different expressions: wariness, surprise, pleasure, amazement. I bit my lip against the painful stretching and the tearing I felt against my walls as he reached the point at which he could go no further. At the hilt, he stopped and stared worriedly down at my contorted expression. “It’s okay, I’m alright,” I managed to breathe out with reassurance. He remained doubtful and I reached up to run my hands over his tensed face. Kissing my fingers lightly, he softened and then nodded, slowly beginning the ascendance out. The stretching became less as the seconds ticked on and once fully out, I nodded to Adam. “Do it hard.” He raised an eyebrow but obeyed quickly and we both rang out in a cry of ecstasy as the vicious friction of skin against skin burned through my veins and into my cock. “Ohh, fuck,” He moaned, repeating the motion again and causing my heartbeat to soar. I broke into a cold sweat and he forced me into shock as with a third pounding he began to find a rhythm. I groaned loudly and incoherently against him and his eyes locked to mine again. I would have smiled, but the force of his entering me left me with no means of communication. Unsure of my reaction, he slowed for a moment but quickly returned to pace when I beat against his arms and pushed back against him, begging for more. His eyes closed tightly and his chin dropped as sweat began to bead on his forehead. Damp hair plastered itself against his face and hung in front of his eyes and a look of need and desperation overtook him as I stared at the transformation before me. He was suddenly an animal, no longer nervous and hesitant but insistent and demanding, forcing us together barbarically. My whole body was shaking wildly beneath him, quivering in the hold of his assault and entirely at his feet as he burned into the ripe flesh of my insides and whirled me into a frenzied mess of desire. I needed him faster, bucking back into him and wailing as we met with the hard sound of slapping skin. We moved together so rapidly for so long that I was no longer aware of anything – space, time, air, hot and cold; there was nothing in my head but blackness being overtaken by red; it was an explosive force punching holes through my mind. Adam made a short cry out over me, contorting, doubling over, folding into a voiceless scream and choking on his ecstasy as he filled me to the brim for the first time in this beautiful relationship that had only existed a mere hour, if that. But I knew deep inside, somewhere around where he had filled me, that this man would never walk out on me again and that this relationship was going to melt into the fabric of time itself. Now I knew we would always love each other. Did I take you by surprise? I need you to see This love was meant to be With Adam having been spent and spilled into me, he attempted to catch his breath while eyeing the erection that I still sported. He grinned and slid carefully out of me, face hovering over my cock as his smiling eyes stared back up at me. “I’ve never done this before,” He stated what we both knew, licking slyly at the underside of my erection. “I’m glad you’re the first.” He paused. “I’m glad you were the first.” “Me too,” I breathed, throat thick with the arousal of Adam’s breath washing over the head of my organ. We locked eyes for a moment before he slipped his lips over me and allowed his tongue to brush over nearly every inch and centimeter of my cock. I wanted to grab his hair but I was afraid of shoving myself all the way down his throat, so I resigned to lock my grip on the headboard behind me. He began to suck slowly, languidly and I felt my face crush with the near- unmanageable sensation that he was creating inside of me. My shoulders rolled in their sockets, forcing my back to arch off the bed and he responded by taking the whole of my cock into his mouth, throat muscles working viciously at the tender skin. After the delirium we had just experienced, that was all it took. I came in a burst, limbs twisting as Adam’s mouth filled with my orgasm. As I panted and unclamped my hands from the wood, Adam’s lips slid from my organ and he looked up at me with a disgusted look on his face. After a moment’s contemplation, he allowed his mouth to drop open; sticky, white sex cascaded down his chin and dripped onto my stomach as he burst out laughing. “No offense, but that was fucking disgusting.” I grinned back at him, sitting up and running my tongue through the mess on his face. “It’s an acquired taste.” He raised his eyebrows, smiled, and then quickly wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling our mouths together and wiping my own come all over my face. We both broke into a fit of laughter and I pushed him off, punching him in the arm and wiping off my cheeks, mouth, and chin. “You ass,” I grinned, staring at him. He tackled me onto my back and smiled sexily. “I love you.” My heartbeat flickered, staring up at him, still covered with come. He looked ridiculous but the laughter died deep inside of me with the words he had just bestowed upon me. For the first time in a long time, I knew that I would never make him apologize for saying those words again. My fingers laced through his hair hand I brought him down for a last kiss. “I love you too.” He grinned and rubbed more seed on my face. Lyrics credited to “Hungry Eyes” by Eric Carmen (Dirty Dancing.)