Disclaimer: This is not real. This never happened. These are fictional characters depicting in no way any real persons or actual events. This never took place, you never saw me, you have no idea who ate the last of the pecan pie.
The Story:
The bus ride home was a lot shorter than usual today. One minute he was fishing in his pocket for the quarters clinking together in a far corner, the next he was walking across their dirt lawn. Clumps of weeds blossomed here and there, but it was mostly the dry and cracked hardpan found in the desert, not at one�s home.
Not that he considered this their home, it was just another refuge they used to hide from the world. No one they didn�t like knew about it. There were no strangers at the CrapHole, and if there were, they soon became as close to family as anyone else. But it was the house itself, and the implied symbolism that made Davey smile faintly at it while walking up the porch steps.
The house meant freedom. The house meant a new step forward. Their paths were chosen.
He sighed and unlocked the door, shifting the bag in his hands to the crook of his arm to do so. Once inside, he softly closed the door and listened. No noise. Not a sound. If he didn�t know any better, he would have figured the house to be empty.
Davey smiled. He was glad he knew better. It was rare, now that the four of them lived together, that he could get Adam alone for more than ten minutes.
�Where are you?� Davey asked out loud, not bothering to raise his voice.
�The bathroom,� came the reply, not out loud but rather in his mind, �cleaning up. Where did you go?�
Davey frowned as he set his bag down on the kitchen counter. �To the store, I told you that before I left.�
A pause. �Yes, I remember. I thought I just. . .� The words broke away but the meaning didn�t escape Davey. He nodded and began putting away the food.
Adam knew where Davey went, but he�d forgotten HOW he knew. He must have thought he read Davey�s mind when he came home. That�s why he asked again, out of politeness� sake. Adam always felt guilty when he read minds accidentally. He always felt like he was stepping on toes.
�Toes,� came the reply from upstairs, �that�s a nice one, Dave. I�ll have to remember that.�
Davey grinned. �Always glad to come up with all your analogy goods. Anything else I can do for you?�
�Now that you mention it,� Adam�s thoughts came with a hint of amusement, �how about bringing up that fresh pack of razors in your hand? Hunter used the last one and I�ll be damned if I use it.�
�Just rinse it with hot water.� Davey smirked, even as he began the trek up the creaky stairs. This earned him a brief flicker of smoldering red to cloud his vision. Adam was not amused.
He reached the bathroom door and knocked. The lock released and the door opened. . . only long enough to let a lightning-quick hand sneak out and snatch the package of razors. The door shut once again and the lock returned.
�Hey!� Davey cried out. �That�s it? No �thanks, babe, you�re awesome�? No hot, steamy sex in the shower?�
There came a grunt followed by a voice harsher than the mental one he�d used. �I�m trying to get clean, Davey. I�m not interested in sex right now. I haven�t shaved in three days. It�s disgusting.�
Davey turned around to lean against the door and crossed his arms. �You�re stupid. It�s damn sexy. It�s very manly, your stubble. Almost pirate-y.�
�Probably a dirty pirate,� Adam mumbled as the sound of a package ripping and the faucet turned on. �One with scurvy, a gimpy leg and black, rotten teeth.�
�Eurgh,� Davey rolled his eyes, �Adam, shut up and at least PRETEND to be sexy in there for me. Please?�
�Why? You ALWAYS think I�m sexy. A little thing like gum disease wouldn�t put you off for long.�
Davey paused. �Well, no, it wouldn�t, but will you please just not talk about it? Hmm?�
�What would you like me to talk about then? How the skimpy towel I�ve got covering me just slipped on my hips? How wet I still am from my shower? What exactly I�m shaving that I wouldn�t want to use anything other than a fresh razor?�
Curiousity building, Davey turned to stare at the grains of wood on the door, following them with the tips of his fingers. �Hmm? Now, that IS interesting. Care to talk a bit more about that?�
�No.� His callous reply stung, but only briefly. �That�s why I locked the freakin� door, Davey. You�re always trying to get in my pants. I�m starting to feel like your damn sex toy.�
�But you are!� Davey laughed. �You�re my Addie, my personal vibrator. I live for you! Besides, when was the last time I was actually IN your pants, hmm? And can we get back to the towel situation? About how far has it fell? Past your belly button? Before your hair? Does it show your hair? Just a curl then?�
In the silence, the sound of metal scraping foam off of skin. �When we were talking to Tim in the kitchen.� Adam said at last. �When he and Jade were laughing about that one joke, you hand your hand in my pants. Took all I had not to cry out.�
�Pssh!� Davey waved a hand dismissively. �That was nothing! So I jerked you off, so what? I meant, when was the last time I sucked you off? Hmm? Or had my ankles on your shoulders? God, what I wouldn�t give to have you floor me like that one time. Eh, Addie? You remember?�
�Gaah!� A string of mumbled curses. �Remember? With you replaying the entire scene in your head right now? And don�t do that! I�ve just cut myself.�
�Aw! My poor baby!� Davey pouted and softly pawed the door, �Does him want me to put a band-aid on it? Does him want me to kiss his boo-boo? Does him want-�
�That�s far enough.� Adam warned. He, of course, read the line of Davey�s thoughts. �You�re sick, you know.�
Davey chuckled darkly. �Of course I am! But that�s what you love about me. That and my collection of thongs.�
Davey could almost see him shudder. �Davey. . .� But he didn�t finish. Instead, he chose to ignore Davey altogether and continue grooming.
Davey sighed and gave up. He put his back to the door again and this time slid down to a sitting position, drawing his knees up to hold his forearms.
What was up with Adam lately? Davey carefully blocked his thoughts from his lover, keeping them in the only square inch of his mind Adam never went. He�d been more crass than usual; biting off replies like they gave him a bad taste in the mouth, ignoring Davey�s sometimes covert, sometimes blatant advances, and genuinely just being a hermit, even around the three of them.
Jade and Hunter noticed it too, but didn�t bother talking about it. Hunter once told Davey that it was rather uncomfortable knowing Adam knew everything they were thinking. Adam, at the time, was asleep upstairs. But after he awoke, he didn�t speak to Hunter until nearly two weeks. Since then, no one spoke about Adam�s abilities or acknowledged they knew about them in the first place. All except Davey.
He�d do it on purpose, he supposed, thinking and sending the most lewd, the most dirtiest of things imaginable, just to see if he could get a rise out of Adam. Most times the reply he got was stony silence, sometimes a sneer of disgust. Sometimes, however, he got a grin of mischief, too quick for the eye to actually record but there nonetheless. Sometimes, even, he got a faint blush and a twitch of Adam�s hands, as if the man were fighting with himself to reach out and touch Davey. It was those times, Davey was sure, he had almost had his Adam back.
�Why won�t you fuck me?� Davey whispered out loud, not realizing he�d done so. Inside the bathroom, again, unnoticed, the sound of shaving hesitated and stopped. A minute later and it resumed, though more determined than it previously did.
Davey sighed and came out of his thoughts. He looked up and down the hall. Adam answered before he could form the questions in his head. �Jade said he was going out with a friend. Hunter said he was just going to the record store to browse the shelves. That�s what they said. What they were thinking, now THAT�S something else.� There came a soft chuckle.
Davey frowned. �What does that mean?�
The sound of the faucet stopped and Adam only laughed. Davey figured if Adam didn�t say what it was, then it was something he shouldn�t know, not yet, at least. Adam always did that when he knew something good. The sneaky bastard. . .
�Now, is that any way to think about the love of your life?�
Without warning, the door swung open, spilling Davey flat on his back. His head hit linoleum and colorful stars flashed before his eyes. He blinked those away and looked up, hoping faintly that Adam was still standing above him in a slipping towel. Alas, it was not meant to be.
Adam grinned down at him, upside down that is, fully clothed in what he wore that morning. The only difference was that his cheeks, chin and neck were nice and smooth. Fresh, clean, and wearing a shit-eating grin.
Adam let his expression drop a few inches. �And here, I thought letting you in was going to win me some brownie points.�
Davey�s eyes narrowed. �You lied! Where�s the skimpy towel? The soaking wet Adam-flesh?� He scrambled to his feet with the help of Adam�s steady grip. When he stood there in the doorway on his own, he realized Adam�s hands were still on his hips, pulling him closer.
�I thought I�d let you do the honors this time, Dave.� Adam whispered gently, his crystal blue eyes growing soft as they met Davey�s warm brown ones. His hands, those strong and at the same time gentle hands, massaged Davey�s hips, communicating his need to Davey�s body as well as he could.
His mind might have still been in shock but Davey found his body knew the language Adam�s was trying to speak to him in; he�d known it all along. They used this communication between their bodies over and over again in this past year alone to share love, take love, give consolation, to hurt, to pleasure, to settle arguments and simply to learn about each other�s wants and needs.
Davey�s lips pursed as he examined Adam�s smooth skin, overlarge nose, and piercing blue eyes. �So, I get to undress you?� He slid two fingers beneath the waist hem of Adam�s faded black jeans and gave a playful tug.
Adam only smiled. �I�m yours to command.� His own fingers flipped open his fly, letting the pressure from Davey�s fingers pull the zipper down.
But here, Davey stopped. His eyes narrowed and he took his hands back. Adam was set on alert. Whatever Davey was thinking, he was hiding it from him.
�Why?� Davey asked finally. �Why all of a sudden?�
Adam shrugged. �I don�t know. Thought maybe you�d want to. Guess I figured wrong.� He reached down and began to pull up the zipper. Two hands stopped him.
�Wait, I do, I do.� Davey reassured him, �I just wanted to know. . . I mean, because you�ve been a real grouch lately. . .�
Adam smiled widely, his full lips stretching in amusement. �I had to have you in just the right setting, Davey. And there�s been too many people in this house for that.�
Davey frowned. �But, then why not just wait until night? Everyone�s gone home, and Jade and Hunter go to their own rooms.�
Adam shook his head. �I can�t keep the shields up when we�re. . .� he gestured with his hand toward Davey, smiling faintly.
�Ohhh!� Davey nodded. �Is that why it feels like you don�t. . .?�
Adam nodded.
�So why didn�t you tell me you weren�t. . . enjoying it lately? You could have just said, �Davey, let�s wait until we�re completely alone in the house, then we can fool around�?�
�Because,� Adam said, �if you knew what I had planned, you would have had tried to get Jade and Hunter out faster, then they�d know what we were doing, and then they�d. . .� he paused, looked at Davey for a moment or two, then shook his head. �They�d just know, okay? I kinda want this between you and me, okay?�
�Oh, okay.� Davey peered from side to side, then took a step forward. �Well, Mr.Carson, I don�t see anyone else here at the time. . .�
Adam grinned. �No need to tell me twice.� And out of habit, he shut the door behind Davey.
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�I can�t believe how stupid that was!� Jade growled under his breath for the hundredth time. Hunter�s clenched fists ached from wanting to throttle his friend and secret lover. �I mean, in a graveyard, Hunter, a GRAVEYARD of all places! Fuck! I�m still cold from that stone!�
�Hey,� Hunter stopped him just before they could round the corner of their block. He backed him up against the fence, well out of the way of anyone passing by to overhear. �At least it was in a mausoleum! Would you have rather done it outside between the rows of headstones?�
�Hmm, let me think,� Jade�s voice was bitter with sarcasm, �outside, on some nice green grass, no rats, no wet, cold cement to freeze my nuts off, and. . . oh, wait. . . a possible chance of getting off!� He glared and started walking again. A few minutes later, Hunter joined him.
�I. . . I�m sorry Jade.� Hunter�s quiet reply jerked Jade out of his anger. He looked up to see his blond friend blushing a faint pink. �I. . . I guess I tried too hard. I mean. . . not enough. . . it�s just. . .�
Jade reached out and briefly squeezed his shoulder, his voice gentle and understanding. �No, man, I�m sorry. It�s not your fault. I�m over reacting. I doubt anyone but Davey could have gotten off in a cemetery.�
�Yeah,� Hunter mumbled, not looking up from the cracked sidewalk. �But what about that other time, before today? When we were in the lake with the other guys?�
Jade snorted. �That�s the thing, Hunt! We were with the other guys! You think I could keep that hard on any longer after you took your hand away? Not with all those guys there. . . looking.� He shivered and shook his head.
Hunter looked up and met Jade�s undersanding eyes. He smiled faintly. �Yeah, I guess you�re right. Maybe, maybe the time just needs to be right.�
�Yeah.� Jade nodded. �Timing. We gotta work on our timing. That, or rent a hotel room for a night or two. Get it out of our system, then come back.�
Hunter grunted. �Too bad we�re broke. Well, I am. I don�t know about you, but I spent my last buck on a cheeseburger yesterday.�
Jade shook his head. �Nah, I�m broke, too. Haven�t seen any money in my wallet since days ago. Shit, and I thought this shit hole was supposed to SAVE us money!� He gestured to the looming monstrosity that was the CrapHole.
Hunter laughed. �Well, it was YOUR idea, wasn�t it?�
Jade gave his friend a warning glare, then trudged up the porch steps. He rummaged through his pockets. Then frowned. �Hunter, open the door. It�s locked and I can�t find my keys.�
Hunter rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of exasperation. �Here I come to save the daaaaay!� He sang quietly for his own amusement. But after some deep digging in all pockets, he realized he too was keyless.
He looked up at Jade. Jade looked back. Several blinks occured, and even nervous lip-biting. Jade finally closed his eyes behind both palms in surrender. �For crying out loud. . .� he trailed off.
Meanwhile, Hunter stepped over and knocked on the door. He waited, then knocked louder.
�Hunter?� Jade let his hands drop once again. �What the hell are you doing? You�re knocking on your own door.�
Hunter shrugged. �What? Davey or Adam will hear and come open the door for us. We�ll tell them we forgot our keys inside or something.� He raised his knuckles and prepared to knock again. Jade�s cold fingers wrapped around his wrist and held him still.
Hunter looked around and met Jade�s eyes. He waited for an answer, a snide remark, or simply laughter, but none came. Jade simply stood there, staring back at him. It wasn�t until Hunter arched a brow in puzzlement that Jade realized he was still holding him. On the porch. . . in broad daylight. . .
Jade let go and looked away, blushing faintly. �Er, uhm. . . we uh. . . could. . .�
�Check the back door.� Hunter supplied, smiling. �Good idea, Jade.�
Jade looked up, grateful expression on his face as he followed Hunter around to the back.
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�Aaah!� Davey moaned as Adam found that spot on his neck that made him melt, even as he jammed roughly against his prostate. The hot spray of the shower head hit their skin, sending rivulets of water running to mix with sweat and the soap Adam used as lubricant.
�Uh,� Was the only complete word Adam was able to make as he continued to thrust upward. He held Davey up, hands secure beneath his firm thighs and leaning the rest of his weight against the shower wall. Davey was heavy, but with his legs wrapped around Adam and the wall supporting most of their weight, he found it was easier than trying to pin Davey against it.
Davey gripped the top edge of the shower, the ledge meant to hold the shampoo and conditioner, above Adam�s head and began to do pull-ups. He rose, then fell, landing neatly back on Adam�s erection, making him cry out wordlessly. Again and again, Davey fucked himself against Adam�s hurried thrusts. Wet skin smacked wet skin and steam fogged the room. Davey brought his lips crashing desperately to Adam�s before the man beneath him could orgasm.
But when he did, so did Davey. Waves of euphoria rolled out from Adam�s mind, rippling through his body one after another, and spreading to incorporate Davey. The singer threw his head back and let his mouth hang open, not realizing he was screaming at the top of his lungs.
Feeling not only his own climax but also Davey�s, Adam felt his mind reach a new height he�d never thought. . . and became aware of the two presences downstairs. And THEIR awareness of what was going on upstairs.
So alarmed, Adam panicked. All the lights in the house blared with the power of the sun, then simultaneously burst.
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The curtains of the open kitchen window flew outward, then hurried back in, tossed freely by the passing breezes. On the floor of the same kitchen, Hunter continued rocking back and forth, causing the man on all fours to moan and push back to greet him.
The minute Hunter had landed in the kitchen he could feel the aura of sex clinging to the air. It hung like a blanket, permeating his senses and making the blood flow and collect down below. Jade wasn�t even completely off the sink when Hunter pulled him close and began to ravage him wordlessly.
It was beastly sort of sex, Jade thought, something he hadn�t seen from Hunter since the beginning of their explorations. Since the first initial fumblings, Hunter tried to be romantic, suave, gentle. This, Jade didn�t want. He didn�t want to be another one of Hunter�s girls. He wanted to be Hunter�s Jade. He wanted to do the things they could only do with each other and no one else.
With his pants pushed down to his ankles and Hunter gripping his hips and riding like there was no tomorrow, Jade let his head roll back and forth, mouth open and sighs escaping his throat. His skin flushed red and sweat began to flatten his hair to his head. He could feel what Hunter had felt, and he too knew what that meant. They had come home too soon. Adam and Davey were having sex upstairs and now Hunter and Jade were caught in the web of their act.
Hunter�s hand slid down Jade�s smooth skin and reached with a mind-numbing slowness. He took Jade�s penis in his hand and began to jerk roughly. Not expecting it, Jade cried out and bucked his hips, pinning himself one way and burying himself in Hunter�s fist the other way. His nails clawed at the wood floor, leaving trails and drawing up curls from the old varnish.
�Aah, H-Hunter!� Jade cried out softly. �H-H-Hunter!�
�Jade,� Hunter whispered, not slowing his hand or his hips for a second. If he was hurting Jade. . . well, he didn�t think he could stop at the moment.
�Hun-Hunter,� Jade whined/moaned breathlessly, �I. . . I�m. . . sorry. . . about. . . earlier. . .�
Hunter smiled and accepted the apology by slamming harder, bringing them both to climax at almost the exact same second.
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Davey remained ignorant to their company downstairs, Adam soon realized. And because of that, he proposed they remain in the bathroom, sharing a bath together. Because the light outside was growing dim, and all the bulbs had blown, Adam pulled out the emergency candles from the second drawer and lit them with the lighter from his jeans. Davey was ecstatic; this was their first ever candlelight bath.
Strange, really, to have such a large bathtub in a fraternity house. Well, it wasn�t so much as big as it was just right. Adam figured it was simply because he and Davey weren�t that wide to begin with.
Davey leaned back against Adam�s chest and sighed in bliss. He sat between his lover�s legs, careful not to injure anything important. The warm water around them began to calm after his movement and soon grew still.
�You went to the store today.� Adam said softly, staring at his foot next to Davey�s against the shower wall. �But, before that. . . this morning. . . you went to visit Celeste.�
Davey stopped smiling and opened his eyes. He looked at the bottle of shampoo laying on it�s side, the green liquid dripping slowly into the bath water. �Yes, I did. But that�s going to be the last time. I told her goodbye.�
Adam nodded. �Good. You shouldn�t spend so much time thinking about the past, Dave.� He dipped a cupped hand into the water and brought a brief shower of droplets to run down Davey�s chest. When the water was gone from his hand, Adam put his palm down on Davey�s skin in the same spot and bent his neck to kiss the side of his face. From temple to jawline, the kisses were sweet and gentle, making his next comment a little unnerving.
�So,� Adam murmured against Davey�s skin, �your father�s got your name, does he?�
Davey jolted upright and whipped his head around to face Adam, his wet and tangled hair following and narrowingly missing taking Adam�s eyes out. �Why�d you do that?� Davey demanded.
�Do what?� Adam replied, pulling the long strands of hair out of his face.
�Read my entire day and scare the fuck out of me? Why didn�t you just say you knew I met him? Why did you let me think. . .� Davey shut his mouth and shook his head, clearly upset.
�Why didn�t I let you think you still had a secret?� Adam asked quietly. He looked at Davey with cold, distant eyes, then looked away and shrugged. �I. . . don�t know, Dave. It�s. . . strange. I love you. You know I love you. But at the same time. . . I can�t help hating you.�
Davey blinked. �H-h-hate. . . me? Adam. . . why?�
Adam rubbed a wet wrist against the side of his jaw in an attempt to truly think. When he finally looked up, it was with a worried, puzzled expression. �I don�t know,� he confessed. �I just. . . do. It feels like. . . like I have to watch you. Because you�ll lie. You�ll. . . you�ll leave me. You�ll get scared and leave me and I�ll never see you again.�
The fire light flickered and cast strange, haunting shadows across Adam�s face, not helping the mysterious glint shining in his eyes.
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A/N: Thank you for reading, have a super great day.