my God sits in the back of the limousine
my God comes in a wrapper of cellophane
my God pouts on the cover of the magazine
my god’s a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene
He picks James up at the usual squalid backstreet corner. It adds something dirty (dirtier) to the mix; something Adam hasn’t yet figured out if he hates or loves. All he knows is he needs it, but despises himself more each day because of it. It’s cruising for sex without the danger. Renting his own private whore complete with threadbare jeans with rips in all the right places and a tight T that shows off a body that’s ripped even more to his liking.
When James climbs into the car, he’s pumped, wired and jumpy on an overdose of caffeine, nicotine and nerves. Climbing over onto Adam’s knee, he has his hand inside the flies of Adam’s pants before they’ve even said a word to each other.
Adam tries to wipe some of the smile off that face with long brutal kisses, but it’s glued firmly in place.
“What’s got you all buzzed?” he asks, watching James’s hand slide up and down the length of his cock, rhythmic and smooth.
“You maybe.”
James twists and squeezes and Adam lets out a low moan wanting this dirty fleapit of a life he’s building for himself to go on forever. But then he remembers what today is about and pushes James into the passenger seat with an insistence that’s built on lust and bordering on vicious.
“Hey,” snaps James and Adam’s all ready to be remorseful, his hand busy fastening the last couple of buttons on his pants.
“Leave them undone,” James says with a grin, leaning over and working long slow magic with his mouth.
I have arrived and this time you should
believe the hype
I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right
I’ll be there for you as long as it works for me
I play a game
it’s called insincerity
Forty minutes of heaven cum hell later they pull into the parking lot of the appropriately named EZ Motel. Adam flicks the tip of his cock and winces at the ache that shoots through him.
After checking in and paying by cash, he takes the key to their usual room at the furthest end of the row, watching James jog backwards already half-naked, his tee-shirt trailing in his hand and habitual smoke dangling from his smiling lips. Languid backwater sex on a burning hot day - that’s what James reminds him of. All smouldering sun and cool dark water. Fuck, he’s getting poetic. Must be something to do with this mid-life crisis he’s slap bang in the middle of.
Fucking the pretty bitch is all this is about, he reminds himself. Fucking the pretty bitches.
Room’s pitch dark when they get in there, drapes and blinds closed to keep it cool. It’s not the kind of place to have such a thing as air conditioning. Adam’s not totally convinced they even have a laundry service. There’s an extra key lying on the table but it’s soon covered up with the usual pocket detritus as they unload wallets and cells and loose change on top of it. Adam follows James into the bathroom holding his cock for him when he pees then they swap over and afterwards he distracts James from wanting a shower by raking his teeth over skin until the man squirms then turns in his arms.
“Bed,” Adam insists with a smile that’s too close to a leer for comfort.
Tugging him by the hand, James backs out of the poky bathroom, his fingers undoing belts and buttons and zippers like he can’t stand to waste any time.
High on potential excitement, Adam lets himself be pushed down onto the mattress, James’s fingers and lips all over him, pulling at his clothes and leaving a trail of pale red prints that’ll be gone by morning when he gets back home. He doesn’t say where he’s going anymore. He thinks she knows but he’s too fucked up to care. Cocaine would be an easier addiction to quit than this.
Once they’re naked, James slows things down, lying next to him and kissing him with those long hot kisses that make him spontaneously combust. Tongues slide over each other and Adam breathes in that scent that he thinks is ingrained all over him. Adulterous sex. They should market it as cologne and then the guilt would be erased. He loves to smell James on his hands when he’s at home in bed. Makes his cock hard as nails. Makes him lean over and rub at his wife’s nipples until she sighs and spreads for him.
“How do you want it?” murmurs James, sucking at his finger and looking as innocent as a kid in the half-light from the cheap lamp with its crumpled shade and cracked ceramic base.
What does he want? He builds the picture in his head like he’s directing a scene. James kneeling between his thighs fellating him. James bent over on all fours taking it hard. James lying on his back, legs hooked around his shoulders giving up control.
“Ride me,” he says, rolling over. That’s got to be the prettiest picture, the one he’d want to see most. Bitch impaling himself on his cock.
James glides over him, licking a path along his erection, tonguing the taut ball sac then moving upward and teasing each nipple back and forth, back and forth until Adam has to grit his teeth to keep from whining. He’s not even aware of the condom being unfurled onto him until James poises ready and Adam feels for slippery wet rubber with nervous fingers.
“I ain’t that trusting, man,” smirks James, throwing his head back as he drops down and Adam’s cock pushes on in, heat-seeking, pleasure-seeking.
He’s lost inside that body. It happens every time-–so much for control--then the slight creak of the bathroom door alerts him to the next part of the game, one that he’d almost forgotten about with James sliding up and down on him like a fucking pole dancer.
Adam watches Nathan inch forward, hand resting on the crotch of his jeans, eyes all serious for a change as he stares at them like he’s in a trance. That’s another thing he’s forgotten, how damn pretty Fillion is. More so now he’s hungry for a fuck.
The squeeze when James feels fingers on his shoulder and clenches in shock is almost unbearable. Adam’s caught in a vise (vice) and when James twists around and pulls Nathan in close, closer, until they’re swapping breath, he forces his come away by sheer power of will. They’re taunting him now; the two men so near to kissing that Adam can feel them on his lips.
He wants them so bad he can taste it.
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James’s fingers slide around from the back of Nate’s neck to the front of his shirt and he begins unbuttoning in this slow, day dream way of his that has Adam forgetting how to breathe. But it looks like James remembers everything: how to fuck like a high class whore, how to shed clothes and find newly discovered skin, how to kiss Nathan and make Adam feel every slip of tongue.
Does James see the want (need) in his eyes? Is that why he pushes Nate down until he’s lying on the bed next to him, leaning over and dipping his tongue in for deep urgent kisses? Adam reaches out and one handed begins to unfasten Nathan’s belt buckle and pants. Wriggling those narrow hips, Nathan shrugs off his clothing and slides in close, fingers of his left hand petting James’s skin, while his mouth is busy giving Adam more of those necessary kisses.
Adam searches out cock and finds it ready for anything in his hand. He pulls and it glides through his fingers, solid and smooth, no give to it all. It wets obligingly into his palm and he fucks Nate with tongue and circle of fingers while James is busy screwing him, slow-burning like fire, overseeing everything from above as he guides Nathan’s hand to where he most wants it to be.
Nathan’s on the move now straddling Adam’s chest. He leans in, licking his goatee and sucking at his lips, teasing him with a hint of tongue then sitting back up and bracing himself against the headboard. Thrusting his hips forward he rubs his erection over the soft bristle of Adam’s beard, letting out this low throaty whine when Adam reaches for it with his mouth and sucks greedily, doubling up the pillow behind him for support then relaxing and letting Nathan ride into him.
There’s so much he wants, he can hardly fit it all inside his head.
I am every fucking thing and just a little
more
I sold my soul but don’t you dare call me a whore
and when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste
it’s really not so bad you know once you get past the taste, yeah
(asskisser)
Adam’s gonna be dead soon, he knows it - screwed to death by beautiful people. His thighs strain as he pushes down on the bed with the soles of his feet and thrusts up into James, swallowing as much of Nate’s cock as he can take. More than. He arches his neck and his throat fills and he lays back and gets face fucked into this lethargic state of mind where every part of his body is erogenous, every part of him has become sex.
When they climb off him, he blinks bemused, waiting for something else to happen. Both men lay on the bed either side of him, their bodies inches apart in fifties Hollywood fashion. Slowly James spreads his legs and the toes of his left foot rake over Adam’s shin.
“I want you to fuck me this way,” he says, leaning in for a kiss.
Adam has never had James face to face. It’s not something either of them have ever wanted before. He finishes the kiss and glances over at Nathan before slicking up and climbing on. Is James getting possessive? Because if he is, Adam wants out. It’s okay for him to think wrong thoughts every now and then because he’s in control, but what if James starts wanting more? What’ll he do then?
He’ll get dressed and walk away, dignity intact, is what he’ll do. He’ll leave them alone to fuck to their hearts’ content and go home to his wife. He'll do the right thing.
He’d walk away now if he wasn’t being sucked inside James, legs hooked around his shoulders with Nathan’s hands and lips exploring them both as they begin this slow breathless screw.
“So fucking good,” moans James, “God, it’s so fucking good like this.”
Adam takes all his weight on one arm and when he reaches down to hold James’s semi-hard cock his fingers collide with Nathan’s. He turns his head sideways and they kiss long and wet as they work James off together.
“Fuck,” moans James and Adam turns his attention back to the man he’s screwing. “Christ, it’s incredible. Have you?”
Adam shakes his head. He doesn’t do that. Ever.
Nathan’s breathing heavily, his hands running over Adam’s back as he kneels up behind him, cock greasing a path over his skin.
“It’d be so good. You fucking me. Nate fucking you. You’d feel so good.”
Nathan’s hands are sliding over his back, nails digging in making him whimper, making his insides beg for more.
A wet finger slips down into the crack of his ass and Adam shakes his head and wants to say no, but that’s as paper thin as him wanting to walk away from here. He’s scared; it’s so wrong, so base, so dirty to get screwed up the ass. Such a fucking turn on.
That finger explores downwards and deeper and Adam tries to relax as Nathan rubs the tip round and round in time with his thrusts.
“Enjoy,” murmurs James, watching carefully for the moment when Adam’s armour is penetrated.
Adam’s always thought it would be like an exam by a proctologist. He’s never got aching hard from a doc’s finger like some men do. He’s felt a tweak or two from the prostate but, all in all, it’s just been embarrassing and painful. This should be exactly the same. But it’s not.
When Nathan’s finger first pushes in, Adam wants it out of there immediately, but James is ready, kissing and soothing and making the blood stay in his cock with whispered words of encouragement. He’s been so hard for so long now he doesn’t think it’s going anywhere until he gets that release from coming.
The pain lessens as he does as James tells him, pushing out which feels so fucking wrong. It’s good and bad and the sensation just keeps building, getting better and better and better.
“Fuck me,” reminds James with a gentle bite to Adam’s shoulder and he catches those lips in a kiss and remembers what it is he’s supposed to be doing.
Nathan taps away inside him and it’s electric and all he can do is dig deep into James with his cock and tongue knowing now why guys call it a sweet spot. The fingers slide out and Adam feels empty and apprehensive but James stays with the kissing, clenching tight enough to keep Adam’s cock interested.
“It’s more than good,” murmurs James, “I promise. You know how much I want it all the fucking time.”
While Adam’s laughing Nathan slides in, riding on a passage of slick latex and strawberry (cherry?) scented lube.
“Relax into it,” instructs James, “That’s it, push out and back.”
Adam thinks he has all of that cock inside him, but it turns out he’s mistaken and that first burn is just the tip of the iceberg. Breathing deeply, he knows Nathan’s in fully when he can feel the soft slap of balls against his ass.
To his shame he’s soft and he slips out of James, the condom rolling off and falling onto the bed. He looks down with apology in his eyes but James just smiles and kisses him then unfolds his legs from Adam’s shoulders.
“Plenty of time,” he says wriggling out from underneath and getting to his feet with a forty year old groan as he sinks down onto the tatty old couch. “I’ll play Nate’s favourite role and be voyeur for a while.”
There’re no words but judging from James’s giggle, Nathan most probably showed him the finger.
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Waiting to be fucked is that second before jumping out of an aeroplane. Being fucked is free falling. It’s the best, the worst and the most exhilarating all at the same time.
“Fuck. Fuck, yeah,” he’s moaning like a scratched old forty-five that’s got stuck in a groove.
Face down on the sheets, Adam gives into his desires and gets well and truly shafted. It hurts but nowhere near as much as he thought it would. Reaching underneath he pulls at his cock, feeling it thicken and grow in his hand and, without any of those fucking inhibitions which have plagued him in the past, he takes all Nathan has to give him and revels in it. So much so he’s almost forgotten anyone else is there until he hears a couple of clicks (zippo?) and smells cigarette smoke from the other side of the room. He comes to his senses and looks over at James who’s draped across the couch watching the action and jerking off lazily to them like they’re porn. So fucking smug. So fucking pretty.
all our pain
how did we ever get by without you?
you’re so vain
I bet you think this song is about you
don’t you
don’t you
don’t you
don’t you
“Come here,” Adam demands when James has finished his smoke and stubbed it out in a foil ashtray, one of a stack stolen from Burger King. He rolls over onto his side and Nathan repositions himself, lifting Adam’s leg, and when he pushes in this time it’s real easy.
James wafts a bottle of poppers under their noses then kneels on the bed, throwing his arms around Nathan’s neck and kissing him. Adam’s tired (jealous?) and sore and he needs some help to get off. Grabbing James he forces his head down onto his cock trying his hardest to believe that James and Nathan have never had sex before.
What does it matter? It’s all about fucking the pretty bitches.
James sucks him off just the way he likes it, stroking him with his hand and concentrating on giving Adam what he needs. When he comes it’s like a fucking waterfall, he’s been building up to it for so long. Nathan follows soon after, heaving his load into the condom then pulling out and going to the bathroom to dispose of the knotted rubber.
Adam hears the shower running as James is crawling up into his arms. They lie there kissing until finally it registers that James has his hand wrapped around his cock and he’s jerking off.
“Sorry,” says Adam and he tries to take over but his whole body is lifeless (useless.)
When Nathan emerges dressed and clean, Adam is almost asleep.
“Thanks guys,” he says brushing his lips softly (sweetly) over theirs then picking up his room key from the table to drop off at reception.
“Welcome,” answers James low and husky, “Anytime. You know.”
Last thing Adam thinks he remembers is Nathan coming back and taking James into his mouth, finishing him off then sharing the semen in a goodbye kiss that lasts too long for strangers.
now I belong I’m one of the chosen
ones
now I belong I’m one of the beautiful ones
DONE