“What’s the matter, baby?” Adam asked.

“I … I,” Matt stammered.

“Shhh,” Adam said, right before he stuck his tongue out again. He aimed it straight at Matt’s wet opening and leaned forward.

“Oh, God,” Matt groaned.

Adam smiled. Good, Matt liked this. It was insane, the number of times he had thought about doing this, about tasting Matt this way.

Matt shifted on his feet and arched his hips away. Adam tightened his hold to prevent escape and kept licking. Matt shifted again, causing Adam to growl low in his throat in warning.

He was determined to keep Matt still until he had had his fill. Adding a little more pressure, he shoved his face farther into Matt’s ass and ate like a starving man. He smelled faintly of soap, clean and fresh, and a scent purely Matt. Adam couldn’t get enough.

“God … Adam,” Matt said again.

Adam refused to stop or slow down, instead he increased his efforts. He reached between Matt’s legs and cupped his balls. While sliding his tongue deeper into Matt’s hole, Adam was expertly and alternately stroking and squeezing Matt’s cock and fondling and rotating his balls. He had been holding back for so long. He was through with that shit. Tonight he was going to let Matt know exactly how much he wanted him.

He took his time, pushing his tongue forward to see how deep it would go. Matt couldn’t contain the little sounds in the back of his throat, a clear indicator of his pleasure. Adam craved those sounds and used all of his expertise to force Matt to give them to him.

He kept licking for a few more moments, and then slowly pulled his tongue out before he got too carried away. He was entirely too close to coming and he had several other things planned for his boyfriend tonight. He ran his lips over Matt’s butt cheek, trailing soft kisses as he went and gave him a big, playful bite when he reached the crease connecting to his thigh. Matt yelped in surprise, causing Adam to chuckle.

Adam rose to his feet and came around to face Matt. He let his hands run over Matt’s back and sides, causing him to shudder periodically. He pulled Matt close until they were both pressed against each other. Looking into his somber eyes, Adam said, “I want to be able to touch you whenever I want, however I want. And I want you to do the same.”

The look in Adam’s eyes as he said the words was so terrifyingly intense that Matt looked away. He tried to take a step back to escape the hard feel of Adam’s muscular body brushing all along his own. But Adam wouldn’t allow him the respite of distance and tightened his arm around Matt’s waist to keep them close.

He cupped Matt’s chin and brought his gaze back to meet his own. Spearing him with a look that was filled with lust, Adam said, “I want us to be able to make love whenever we feel like it, however we feel like it.”

He watched as emotions flashed through Matt’s eyes, desire and embarrassment warring with each other. He wanted something, but he was shy. Adam pressed closer, bringing their erections together. He felt Matt stiffen, his expressive eyes darkening in arousal.

Adam drew Matt more firmly into his embrace, his hand gliding slowly down Matt’s back to cup his tightly curved ass. He heard Matt’s quick indrawn breath. He allowed himself a small smile. He was pleased with Matt’s uninhibited reaction. He bent his head and his lips came down on Matt’s, expertly parting, probing, sipping from his sweet depths.

Matt’s mind flashed back to the book at the bookstore, and he remembered the story he had read. He remembered the pictures he had seen and how he wanted to try them with Adam. Gathering his courage, he swallowed before whispering, “Me too.”

It was all Adam needed to hear.

Not giving him even a second to react, he took possession of Matt’s mouth. Matt let out a pathetic little whimper at the hunger with which Adam fed from his lips. Adam had always been hungry in bed, but not like this. Now he seemed ravenous, unable to get enough as he ate from Matt’s mouth. As they continued to kiss, Matt allowed his eyes to slip shut and gave himself up to the intense sensations that Adam invoked.

******

Meanwhile, across town, Ollie was meandering up and down the isles at GreenStar, trying to remembering what groceries he needed since he had accidentally forgotten his shopping list at home and had only remembered after he got to the store and it was too late to go back and retrieve it.

The only problem was that Ollie had a really lousy memory and was finding it difficult to remember all of the things that he had written down. It was just his luck that he would forget his list. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he collided into someone as he rounded a corner. He was nearly knocked off his feet as he bumped into a solid wall of muscular flesh.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean …” his words trailed off as he looked up and saw whom he was speaking to.

Just his rotten luck; standing before him was the one person he didn’t really want to see. His day had already had a lousy beginning so he wasn’t surprised that of all the stores in the entire world, Brick would choose to shop at this one. Well, that wasn’t completely true. He was mildly surprised that Brick, who looked like your quintessential big bruiser brute, would be into tofu and quinoa.

Deciding it was best to end the encounter as quickly as possible, he allowed a carefully blank expression to slip into place before saying in a controlled voice, “Excuse me. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

He made to sidestep Brick and was stunned when the other man reached out to grab his arm, restraining him. For a moment, he entertained the idea of struggling, but knew that his strength was no match for Brick’s. Instead he held still and cocked his head inquiringly, waiting to see why Brick had grabbed him.

Brick cleared his throat, looking very uncomfortable, before saying awkwardly, “Hello, Ollie.”

Ollie was completely taken aback by the greeting. Brick barely acknowledged him, let alone spoken to him the few times that they had been in contact and Ollie was totally puzzled that he was apparently trying to strike up a conversation now. He glanced down at where Brick’s large callused hand was still gripping his arm.

As if realizing that his hold was unnecessary, he released Ollie’s arm and took a small step back to put distance between them.

Ollie noticed the action and instructed himself not to care. So what if Brick couldn’t stand to even hold his arm? That shouldn’t matter to him, but it did. He felt an unwelcome sting at the idea that Brick found him so repulsive. He really didn’t want to stand there talking to someone who obviously despised him – or at the very least was disgusted with him and thought he was a slut.

“Hi Brick,” he forced himself to say, wishing he was anywhere but here.

“How, uh, how are you?” Brick asked after another decidedly awkward pause.

Ollie’s eyebrows drew together in confusion as he considered the question. Why was Brick – who had always made his disdain for him perfectly clear – suddenly enquiring after his health? Still Ollie was too polite to ignore a question directed at him, so he responded, “Fine. And you?”

“Uh, good, good,” Brick replied, clearing his throat once again.

The two of them stood opposite one another, looking everywhere but at each other. Ollie’s puzzlement grew as time stretched. What was going on? Why were he and Brick standing in the middle of the supermarket pretending to engage in idle conversation?

“Well, it was nice seeing you,” Ollie lied, “but I have to get going.”

Even now, standing within touching distance of Brick, his insides were doing funny things. No matter how much he knew the other man disliked him, he couldn’t stop his body from reacting to his nearness. A million different images flashed through his mind, all of them involving Brick’s incredibly big, hard body. It was pathetic, beyond pathetic, but he couldn’t control his feelings. The only thing he could do was get away as soon as possible.

Brick racked his brain for something to say, but came up blank. He had never been good at these things. He wanted to apologize, to say he was sorry for behaving so badly towards Ollie, but he had no idea where to start. In the end, he just settled for nodding his agreement.

“Yeah, it was nice seeing you,” he said gruffly, taking another step back.

Ollie knew that it was foolish, but he couldn’t help feeling a sense of disappointment when Brick said nothing more. And what was he expecting Brick to say? Even if he were to say something, Ollie was pretty sure that it would not be any of the things that he secretly wanted him to say.

Knowing that only made Ollie even more aggravated with his pathetic circumstances; he was more attracted to Brick than he had ever been to any other man in his life and knowing that Brick held him in contempt was agonizing. He would have given anything to change that.

As crazy as it sounded he was attracted to Brick. Every time he was around the other man, he was assailed with intense feelings of desire that weren’t diminished by Brick’s obvious dislike. Still, he had to make sure that Brick never found out. He might not be able to control his feelings, but he could certainly keep them a secret.

Fearing that if he remained, he might do something to betray his feelings, Ollie was anxious to escape. He had no delusions about what Brick thought of him, which was why it was important to limit their interactions. With any luck, he wouldn’t run into Brick again. The other man was entirely too standoffish, but that didn’t stop Ollie from wishing that Brick didn’t despise him.

What pissed him off the most was that lately, he had come to realize that he was disillusioned with his lifestyle. He had finally understood that having sex with as many people as he could now wasn’t going to bring back all the years he had lost while he was in the hospital. But with his luck being what it was, it didn’t surprise him that the only man who he really had a genuine interest in, was totally oblivious to him.

It was time for this strange encounter to come to an end.

Without saying anything more, Ollie went around the other man and continued to the cash register. He was eager to pay and get out of the store before he accidentally did something embarrassing that would give his feelings away. The last thing he needed right now was for Brick to find out that he had the hots for him.

As he paid for his purchases he had the awful sensation that Brick was watching him, but he refused to turn around to confirm his suspicions. Instead, he gathered up his bags and left the store.

******

Back at the apartment, things were heating up.

Matt was filled with nervousness and fear. Half of him wanted to ask Adam to stop, but he knew that if he did it would damage something in their relationship. The fragile trust that they had established would die. He didn’t want Adam thinking that he didn’t want him – that he didn’t like his touch – but that was the message he would be sending if he asked him to stop now.

Matt squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. He knew that it would be difficult, but he wanted this. He wanted Adam.

“Why don’t we turn off the lights?” Matt suggested tentatively in a small voice.

“No,” Adam replied immediately, “I want to see you.”

Matt shuddered. He knew that Adam had seen all of his body, and had sworn he didn’t care about his scars, but he couldn’t help worrying that he had only said those words for his benefit. He didn’t like the idea of Adam scrutinizing the disfiguring marks on his back as they made love.

“Please, I think we should –”

“No, Matt,” Adam cut him off, “you have nothing to be ashamed about. I like your body, I want your body. I want to touch it, taste it. I don’t ever want you to hide it from me.”

And with that, he kissed him passionately. Adam’s lips and teeth nipped at his until Matt opened his lips. Adam’s tongue thrust into his mouth, then retreated, causing Matt’s tongue followed his as he withdrew back into his own mouth. When Adam finally pulled back and broke the kiss, Matt took a deep breath and tried to push aside his unease.

He loved Adam. Adam loved him. Everything would be alright.

Adam bent forward suddenly, and Matt caught his breath as Adam’s mouth closed wetly over the bud-like tip of his pebbled nipple. His breath came out in a whoosh. He’d never considered how good this could feel. Adam’s arms held him pressed tightly to his massive chest as his tongue rolled around and around the pinkly puckered flesh of his hardened peak. His teeth nipped at the sensitive tip, sending thrilling little surges of pleasure through his body.

Adam bent forward suddenly again, and Matt gasped as his mouth clasped over the crinkled bud and began tugging insistently. Matt let out a gasp at the sensations overwhelming him. It was on the tip of his tongue to beg for more, but he stifled the words. He didn’t know what to say, how to express what he wanted.

Sensing that Matt wanted to communicate something to him, Adam stopped his ministrations and looked up. Their eyes clashed and held for a moment before Matt looked away. But not before Adam saw something deep in his eyes. It took him a few seconds before he could identify what emotion he had seen. Fear.

“You’ll like it. I promise,” Adam said quietly, wanting to ease Matt’s concerns. He didn’t need to clarify what he was talking about.

He watched as Matt’s cheeks flamed, two twin spots of bright red appearing instantaneously.

That was when Adam realized that it wasn’t just fear in Matt’s eyes. Matt was shy. He had no idea why he hadn’t put it together before, but now that he had it made perfect sense. Matt had only had intercourse one other time in his life where he was violated, meaning that he had never actually ‘made love’.

It was understandable that Matt had sexual hang-ups, because, so far, the only experience he’d ever had with sex was associated with violence. He’d had virtually no understanding of men and sex. Deciding that it was time he changed that, Adam began pulling Matt’s unresisting body towards the bed.

Although he didn’t protest when Adam pushed him down on the bed and climbed in next to him, Matt held his body stiff. Adam decided to tread slowly, to give him time to relax. After all there was no rush, they had all night. Leaning forward he cupped the back of Matt’s head and pulled him in for a series of scorching kisses.

Adam deliberately kept things soft and gentle, so as not to spook Matt. His patience paid off, and he almost growled in delight when he felt Matt’s tongue flick tentatively against his own, as if uncertain. Matt’s timid technique reminded Adam once again that Matt was inexperienced in the ways of sex and that caused his already painfully hard erection to become even harder.

The knowledge that he would be the first man to make love to Matt, to introduce him to sexual pleasure, was incredibly arousing. Knowing that if things continued as they were going, he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, Adam tried to hurry things along. He didn’t want to rush Matt, but he also knew that he couldn’t keep his orgasm at bay for long.

With an effort that surprised him, he broke the kiss and pulled back a few inches. Reaching under the pillow, he extracted the two items he had placed there earlier; some lubricant and a few condoms. Wasting little time he tore open one of the little foil packets and rolled it onto his cock expertly. Once he was properly sheathed, he grabbed the lube and turned back to matt.

“Roll over,” Adam commanded in a gruff voice.

Matt hesitated for a moment before complying. This was it; the moment of truth had arrived. Could he go through with this?

He lay on his belly in tense anticipation waiting for Adam to begin. He heard the sound of the lube being opened behind him, right before he felt his ass cheeks being pulled apart. The next thing he felt was the cold slide of the water-based lubricant hitting his puckered hole.

Matt made a sound of surprise, as Adam’s finger found his opening and began massaging it in circles. This went on for a while until Matt almost began to relax and enjoy what Adam was doing. Adam took his time, working his finger deeper and deeper until it was in all the way, and then adding another one.

Just as Matt’s feelings of apprehension were beginning to ease, Adam pulled his fingers out, leaving Matt feeling strangely empty and needy. Matt felt Adam shift behind him until he was resting half of his weight on top of him. Despite his resolve, he tensed in anticipation of Adam’s imminent penetration.

Adam grabbed his cock and pumped it a few times before easing his throbbing head into Matt’s tight entrance. With a patience he never knew he possessed, he slowly pushed into Matt’s ass, moaning as the intense heat greeted him. His cock forged past Matt’s tight ring, forcing a gasp out of him. He worked steadily, pressing forward until he was in all the way.

When he was finally imbedded all the way, he stopped and took a deep breath. He gritted his teeth and willed his erratic heart rate to slow down and even out. Underneath him, Matt was trying to pull away, but Adam held him tight.

“You’re hurting me,” Matt spoke in a broken voice.

“Sorry,” Adam managed to get out. He held himself still, but he didn’t pull out.

Silence. And then, “Please stop.”

The words came out in a tortured whisper. Adam had a pretty good idea what Matt was asking, but to pull out now would be disastrous.

“Please,” Matt said a second time. He was begging.

“Shh,” Adam said against the nape of his neck.

He continued to hold Matt and remain still. Tensing up even more, Matt tried to pull a bit away, but Adam just held on to him tighter. They remained this way for what felt like forever. Adam was aching to move but he didn’t want to risk hurting Matt any more than he already had.

Matt was so tight, tighter than Adam could have imagined. It was no surprise considering Matt was basically a virgin. Adam wanted to go easy, for Matt’s sake more than anything else. Everything inside of him was clamoring for him to move, but instead he gritted his teeth and remained still waiting for Matt to adjust to him. He’d rather cut off his own arm than hurt Matt.

When Matt finally released the breath that he had been holding, Adam tentatively rocked his hips forward, testing the waters to see if Matt was still hurting. He kept his arm around Matt’s waist and placed a soft kiss on his shoulder.

Adam slowly rolled his hips, moving teasingly at first. His thrusts quickly grew in momentum, until he was sliding easily in and out of Matt’s channel. Before he knew it, Matt was pushing his buttocks back against him, taking more of his length.

Soon his breaths were coming in sharp, quick pants. He couldn’t stop his body from tensing, expecting a return of the pain, as Adam withdrew from his body almost completely, only to firmly reenter with a slow, sure surge. Adam kept the pace consistent, slowly rebuilding Matt’s diminished desire.

Matt gasped, dragging in ragged breaths as his hips pumped backwards against Adam’s forward stroke. He felt as though his body was on fire. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, but he couldn’t think; he could only feel. His every nerve ending was acutely attuned to the hardness of Adam’s cock, how tight and full it made him feel, the unrelenting friction of his fucking.

Adam felt his control slipping. As he thrust into Matt, his balls slapped against him with the force of his movements. Matt was obviously no longer experiencing any discomfort because he moved with him, arching back against him, encouraging him with his body language for more.

The strength of his thrusts grew and his pace quickened. Then suddenly it was all too much. The tight clasp of Matt’s hot, slick passage around his cock overwhelmed him and before he knew what had happened, his balls drew tight and he came.

He tensed and exploded, hot ecstasy coursing through him. The euphoria was so intense that he trembled and shook before pouring out his release. His orgasm left him drained and unable to move. His mind shut down, suspended in a vortex of bliss.

He had no idea how long he stayed like that, only coming back down to awareness when he noticed that Matt was shaking faintly underneath him. He reached around beneath Matt and his hand closed around his hard member. Then Adam had his answer; he had come, but Matt hadn’t.

He had tried to hold off his orgasm, he really had. But he’d been celibate so long and he wanted Matt so much that waiting had been impossible. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from coming.

This was the worst possible thing that could have happened. He was supposed to have made this experience pleasurable and unforgettable for Matt; he had succeeded at one, but not the other. Matt would definitely remember tonight, but not because it was pleasurable.

“Oh, God. I’m sorry,” Adam said.

“It’s okay,” Matt said in a flat voice devoid of all emotion.

It was obvious that things were far from okay.

“Did I hurt you?” Adam asked.

Despite all of his intentions, he’d taken Matt more roughly than he’d meant to.

“No,” Matt replied in the same small, empty voice.

Adam’s relief was short-lived because even though he hadn’t hurt Matt, he knew he hadn’t pleasured him either. Adam was really disappointed in himself. Matt didn’t voice his dissatisfaction, but his silence was even more difficult for Adam to bear. He would have preferred it if Matt had gotten angry and yelled at him instead of keeping quiet.

He tried to rectify the situation by encircling Matt’s shaft to jerk him off. Even if he hadn’t come from intercourse, he still wanted to finish him off, but Matt stopped him, placing a hand on his wrist.

“No,” he whispered, “I’m … I’m tired.”

Adam could tell that Matt wasn’t telling the truth, but was at a loss as to what to do.

Matt felt Adam pull his length out of him, and then felt both his arms come around him, encircling him. Adam lifted him, turning Matt in his strong arms and placing his head against his shoulder using the muscle as a pillow. Matt stiffened slightly at the embrace, and Adam tried to ignore the telltale response, pulling the sheet over both of their bodies. He then reached over and switched off the light.

Next to him, Matt lay as still as a stone. Adam felt like a worm for what he had done, but there was nothing he could do about it, since Matt had refused to let him finish him off. Whatever action he took would have to wait until tomorrow.