When Tony Met Adam (Short Story) Read Online Free PDF

shade? Adam found himself caught there, unable to look away.
    He saw Tony smile, saw him telegraph his intention to kiss him again, saw him take his time to lean down and brush his lips across Adam’s.
    It was practically chaste, but he didn’t stop it there. Tony deepened the kiss, licking his way into Adam’s mouth, but still keeping his own mouth soft. Adam found himself reaching for him, pulling him closer, his palms gliding across all that smooth, sun-bronzed skin, his fingers sliding through the softness of Tony’s hair.
    And then, God, they were both on fire, pulling off Adam’s T-shirt, and fumbling with the button of his jeans, even as Tony pulled him into the bathroom, where the shower still pounded down onto the tile. Tony was laughing as Adam peeled off his pants, as Tony kicked off his own jeans, and the sparkling sound echoed and reverberated in the room.
    Holy crap, the SEAL was hung like a porn star, but it was Tony who spoke as he smiled at Adam in the mirror. “Nice.”
    He put his arms around Adam, pulling him back against his chest, against the heaviness of his erection, sliding one hand down Adam’s abs as he held his gaze, still smiling.
    But then Adam closed his eyes as Tony touched him and it was … Not gentle.
Jesus
. It felt so good, the way he was stroking him. No, it sure as hell couldn’t be called gentle, but it wasn’t rough. It was … Joyful. It wasn’t a punishment, the way so many random hookups could be. Instead, it was a celebration.
    Adam opened his eyes to find Tony still watching him, still smiling.
    What the fuck was Adam doing? “I thought we were getting it on in the shower,” he said, but his words came out in a whisper.
    “This is really working for me,” Tony breathed back. “God, you’re hot …”
    And Adam realized that while Tony was in here before, he’d found his box of condoms, found his lube. Now he was using his free hand to cover himself and then … Adam had to brace himself against the counter as Tony pressed himself against him, as he used a finger to lubricate him, as he pushed himself—just a little bit—inside of him.
    And he pushed back hard against Tony, because, God, he wanted it to hurt, but it didn’t, it just felt so fucking great as Tony still stroked him, harder now, but no less joyfully.
    He heard Tony laugh, his breath hot against his ear. “Oh, yeah,” he said.
    And Adam knew what made this different from all those other random encounters, different even than the times he’d been with Robin. Everyone he’d had sex with had been taking. Using.
    Consuming.
    And Adam had been doing the same.
    But Tony—somehow—made the very same act seem like sharing. Giving.
    Loving.
    And God, what was wrong with him? A few minutes of hot sex with a new man, and he’d turned into a little girl.
    “I can’t give you what you’re looking for,” he tried to tell Tony, but he kind of blew it by coming in rush of heat and pleasure, and instead he said, “Oh, God, oh yes …”
    And Tony came, too, bucking against him, breathing his name, and it was beautiful to watch.
    But then there they were. Both breathing hard, Tony’s arms still holding him so tightly, as if he’d never let Adam go.
    Tony spoke first, as those eyes that were the color of a perfect summer sky found Adam’s again in that mirror. “Still want me to leave?”
    “Yeah,” Adam lied, still unable to do more than whisper. “Get the fuck out of here.”
    Tony laughed. “Tough shit.”
    And he turned Adam around and kissed him, then pulled him into the shower, where he used the opportunity to very carefully run his hands over every inch of Adam’s body, just as he’d promised he’d do.
Friday, 18 January 2008
    His phone was ringing, the volume low but persistent.
    Tony sat up in the darkness, instantly alert, knowing immediately where he was.
    In Adam’s bedroom. In Adam’s bed. With Adam still asleep, warm and breathing steadily beside him.
    He knew, too, that