Blurry

The room was dark; The only source of light came from the vanilla scented candles. The soft glow of the candle sent shadows dancing across the walls and ceiling.

Lying on his back, Jones Rivers watched as his dog tags swung back and forth. The motion, paired with the soft hum of JP Saxe’s voice was enough to put Jones in a trans like state.

“Does that feel good?” Adam, Jones’ boyfriend, asked.

Too busy melting at the feel of his boyfriend’s strong hands, all Jones could offer was a slow nod and hum of content.

Adam’s hands sunk into Jones’ skin, digging in deep, massaging out the knots that had developed over the course of Jones’ twelve hour work day.

“Adam.” Jones groaned as Adam worked out a knot in his boyfriend’s right shoulder.

Adam smirked.

“Keep groaning like that and I won’t be able to finish this massage.” He laughed.

Jones’ eyes fluttered open; The whites of his eyes had vanished, been overtaken by his pupils. The sure desire in Jones’ eyes was enough to make Adam want to say fuck the massage and get straight to the good part. But atlas Adam promised his boyfriend a night of pampering and Adam wasn’t one to go back on a promise.

Looking down at Jones, Adam couldn’t help but think of how lucky he’d gotten. The men had met just days after Jones’ relationship had ended. Adam was new to The Big Apple and was looking for a tour guy and a bedmate wrapped in one. Lucky for him, before he could even bother messing with any of those pesky old dating apps, Adam had bumped into Jones in the hall of their apartment building. The men hit it off immediately, having a shared interest in stocks and finance in general. Many nights, they laid away, hot and sweaty from a session and just talked about stocks, bonds, and crypto.

Soon their casual sex dates turned into lunch dates, and then dinner dates. Then, almost a year and a half after ‘hanging out’, as the men liked to refer to the situation, Jones asked Adam to be exclusive. At the time, Jones was a mess, scared that he was messing up a good thing; But as they slow danced in the middle of Jones’ apartment, he knew he had to ask or he’d forever wonder what could have been.

The feel of Adam’s tongue against his neck pulled Jones out of his thoughts and back to the present.

“Did I mention that the massage oil is edible?” Adam smirked, dragging his tongue up his boyfriend’s neck.

The room began to spin as Jones relaxed into the bed, offering his body over to Adam for the taking; And take Adam did, over and over until both men were too weak to do anything but fall fast asleep.



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