move. A few seconds later, Matt pushed two fingers into Adam’s ass, then felt around until he found what he wanted. Adam’s ass tightened around his fingers, telling Matt he was successful.
He fucked Adam with his fingers, sucking hard, then adding his tongue to the mix. He apparently didn’t need to try too hard, though. It took him maybe a minute, half a dozen sucks, and a couple hits to Adam’s prostate before the “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” came from Adam and he flooded Matt’s mouth with his cum.
When it finally stopped flowing, Matt swallowed, pulled his fingers out of Adam’s ass, then sat up and grinned. “Hi.”
Adam panted for a moment, then laughed. “Hi yourself. Uh… thanks.”
Matt put a hand on his chest and gave a half bow. “At your service.”
Chapter 8
Difficult. Damned near brutal. Matt wasn’t sure there was a word serious enough to describe how Adam’s heat was going.
They were on day four, with no sign of it dissipating. If anything, it was getting worse. Matt was almost worried enough to take Adam to the hospital, but there wasn’t much they could do except possibly administer a much stronger type of suppressant. And getting Adam there would be… complicated, at best.
He couldn’t remember one being quite this bad. It might have been the time Matt had run out of his own suppressant. He’d been so messed up, though, he might not have realized how bad it was for Adam.
Both Matt and Adam were exhausted. It seemed like all they’d done since Adam’s heat started was either have sex or sleep, with a few moments for eating thrown in here and there. It wasn’t quite that bad, but it sure felt like it.
Matt propped his head on his hand and stared at the man next to him. Adam slept peacefully—for the moment—curled on his side, facing Matt. His legs were against Matt’s, their feet tangled together, and his blond hair made a messy halo around his face. Matt’s heart thudded as he took in Adam’s gorgeous features. Despite the messy hair, open mouth, and even a little drool on his lips, he was still beautiful to Matt.
Reaching out, Matt brushed the blond hair back, then leaned over and left a soft kiss on Adam’s temple. He closed his eyes and let himself take a deep inhale of the scent. Adam’s pheromones hit him, making his already-hard cock jump. He’d been like that since he woke a short while before. Despite the added arousal, he couldn’t resist taking in all of Adam.
Adam was just as hard. Matt suspected it wouldn’t be long before he woke up and needed help again. His suppressant wasn’t doing a damned thing for him this time, so it didn’t really matter when he’d taken it last. Even the injectable wasn’t doing much good.
Almost as if Adam’s body read Matt’s mind, Adam started to stir. He opened his eyes, blinking away sleep, and smiled. God, Matt wanted that smile to mean more than it did. He pushed that thought away and focused on the more important matter at the moment.
“How are you feeling?”
Adam considered briefly. “Okay for the moment. That won’t last.”
Matt nodded. “Perhaps take care of some basics before it hits?”
“Yeah, good idea.” Adam sighed, then sat up.
Moving out of Adam’s way, Matt let him go to the bathroom first and stopped to check their condom supply. He was glad he’d thought to buy more the week before, though they’d already gone through that box. And the box Adam had bought. They were now into the emergency box in the back of the drawer.
“Jesus,” Matt muttered, shaking his head. Maybe they should consider buying them in bulk if Adam’s heats were going to keep up like this.
“Hmm?” Adam asked, stepping back into the room.
Matt did his damnedest to not stare at Adam’s naked body. He knew that body well, knew every nook and cranny, every line and muscle. Looking at it would only make him nuttier than he already was. He frowned as he realized his own suppressant felt like it was starting to wear off. Need pushed at him. Want for Adam prodded him, making his cock jump. One decent inhale and he’d be in bad shape. Glancing at the clock, he sighed. He had at least a few hours before it was safe to take more.
“What was the ‘Jesus’ for?” Adam asked, poking Matt’s shoulder.
“Oh. We went through two boxes of condoms already.”
“Christ on a cracker.” Adam stared with wide eyes.
Matt chuckled.