Chapter 33

Adam lets go of Paul’s Dick to run his arms around Paul’s waist and pull him down. He unzips his own jeans and Paul helps push Adam’s briefs below his balls so they’re both exposed. When Adam rolls over onto Paul, their erections meet with a delicious crush that heats up the night around them.

Paul lets Adam take over, his kisses fast and eager, his hands smoothing beneath Paul’s shirt and over his nipples. He pulls the shirt up and licks the tender buds, biting them playfully while he grinds his hips. Paul thrusts beneath him, rubbing into him. He can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t even think because Adam is all that exists for him right now—he’s suspended above Paul like a god who eclipses the night, the trees, the stars. Their tongues trail along damp lips, wet skin. Their breaths are short, quick pants. Their hands can’t grab enough, can’t hold enough, can’t let go. Paul wonders how much his back and shoulders will hurt tomorrow if they have sex on the hood of his car tonight.