The Hots (mxm)

32. Adore You (Alec)

  * The song 'Adore You' by Harry Styles and The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien are mentioned in this chapter with a humorous purpose. All credits go to the authors.

   [xxx - mature content warning]

   Sam jumps to his feet, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling. The tree house is quite large, but still not high enough for his almost six and a half feet. I sit cross-legged in front of him, tickled pink to see what he is going to do.

   "Now, start singing!" he commands, grinning widely.

   "What? Why?" I ask baffled, gazing at him.

   "How do you expect me to strip in silence," he chuckles, swaying his thighs seductively. "I need music to show my moves. You won't regret it. I'm a pro, I assure you."

   "Oh," I scratch my head, wondering which song I shall try. My hesitation completely disappears when I see him gripping the hem of his shirt and raising a brow in expectation. I immediately start singing the first song that comes to my mind, which happens to be Adore You by Harry Styles. My performance is a little unsure at the beginning, but I quickly gain confidence.

   Oh my! The boy didn't lie! He does have some moves. With every suggestive swing of his hips and every inch of exposed skin, I am singing louder and louder.

   Sam is slowly rolling his t-shirt up his chest, uncovering the smooth, tanned skin and the mind-blowing abs I am already crazy about. It falls on the floor in a few seconds. He turns around and starts twerking, shaking his firm butt in front of my face while unfastening his belt. I am in seventh heaven. The tree house is creaking and quaking. I doubt I will notice, even if it collapses on the ground, too busy to giggle and yell to the top of my lungs, "Just let me adore you..."

   My performance sounds like something between Barney's howling and Henry's crowing, but I am ready to go on as long as Sam keeps swaying. He starts unbuttoning his jeans. They slide down his legs and crumple in a pile around his ankles.

   He turns around, laughing his head off, "Oh, my God! Peppercorn, your singing is so terrible that I actually love it! The louder you yowl, the harder I get."

   I keep giggling and grip the band of his boxers. "I've got an idea how you can make me shut up."

   "Really? I can't imagine what it could be." He grins, cupping my scarlet cheeks.

   "The One Ring is calling me," I whisper in a hushed, mysterious voice. "I can resist it no more. Give me my Precious!"

   Sam laughs out loudly and puts his hands on mine. "Ready?" he asks. I nod. We pull down his underwear together, letting my old friend, the pretty snake, lose. It springs out, almost slapping me across the face. I shriek and fall on my back for Sam's great amusement.

   "Giving up so easy?" he chuckles. 

   "No way!" I retort, scrambling on my knees. Did I forget how big exactly it was, or are these things constantly growing? I'm staring, just a little intimidated, not sure exactly what I'm supposed to do.

   "Alec," Sam lifts my chin with a finger, smiling softly. "You don't have to do anything. We can just stop here. It was absolutely fantastic. I love you! It's ok if you changed your mi... Oh Gooood!" 

   I couldn't let him think I didn't want him because it's totally not true. Besides, I was already dying to taste him, so I just put my tongue at the base and slowly licked up to the little ring. 

   Sam heavily leans on the wall behind him, trying to calm his breath and slides down to the floor. "Sorry!" he gulps. "I can't stand anymore. My legs just got liquid."

   "I'm not sure what to do," I mumble.

   "All you need to do is have fun," he says. "If you really feel like doing something, just go for it."

   I crawl closer and nest between his thighs, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Doesn't it bother you that you're naked and I'm fully dressed?"

   "Nothing can ever bother me if I'm with you, babe." he smiles and kisses the tip of my nose. "I'm all yours."

   I glue to him and bite his lower lip. My hands travel down his chest, followed by my mouth. I know what I want. I want to make every inch of his hot, tight body mine. My lips are everywhere. I kiss every tattoo and trace every muscle with the tips of my fingers, followed by my tongue. He smells like summer. His skin is radiating warmth. His moans make me breathe faster. The way his hand caresses my nape leaves me breathless. The way his thighs press into mine makes my body tremble. The way he moans my name makes me moan his louder.

   I'm free, brave, and in control. My forehead rests on the soft inner side of his thigh just for a second so that I can catch my breath. I lift my head, and our eyes meet. There's something in the emerald sparkles of his irises that I've never seen before. I don't need words to understand it. Love does not need talking. It fills the air and makes my heart swell. This man is mine. 

   I wrap my palm around his throbbing erection and start kissing the burning skin. My tongue swirls around the glans. I take it in my mouth, and his taste fills my senses like hot milk with cinnamon on a cold winter day. The ring clicks between my teeth. I bite it and gently tug it. Sam whimpers loudly, pulling on my hair. His back arches. I start licking and sucking on the sensitive spot where it is attached.

   "Wait! Slow down!" Sam mewls, pulling me to sit on his lap. His lips feverishly search mine. "Let me touch you! Babe, please, can I touch you?"

   "Yes!" I whimper. "Sam, yes! I need you!"

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A/N

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