part 7

                                    

                                          
After work, Lawrence offers to walk Adam to his car. It's a shitty excuse, and they are both highly aware, but pretend not to be.
"Larry..." Adam teases in a murmur. 
"Yes. Adam..." Lawrence replies coyly.
"My roommate has been annoying me lately, and I think his girlfriend is over...they're really loud...can I stay over tonight?"
Once in Lawrence's apartment, Adam has to keep himself from jumping the other man's bones.
Giddy with excitement, they hold hands on Lawrence's couch though it's a tight fit.
They lace their fingers together, allowing no distractions. There's no music, no TV, no work. Just two men sitting beside each other on a quiet night.
Adam hopes it will last.
Staring into Adam's soft, celadon eyes, Lawrence is hit with a deep longing to reach out and touch him, to be close.
He squeezes Adam's hand.
"You seem happier lately."
"It's just you doing that." Adam slaps at Lawrence using his free hand, a movement which is paired with his classic eye-roll.
They have the rest of their lives to talk, but Lawrence is tired of the wait. They've been together for years now. He's wasted enough time being too scared to do what he really wants.
To reach out and touch...
Lawrence brings a finger to Adam's bottom lip, and Adam reflexively opens his mouth, silently asking for more. Lawrence moves left and right, to the top lip, and left and right again. 
Adam gasps under Lawrence's gaze, his knowing smirk.
"I don't want this to be some one time thing..." 
Lawrence nods, his gaze still focused on Adam's rosy lips as he simply leans in response.
Adam mewls into the kiss, useless hands grabbing at Lawrence's shirt, seeking the warmth of skin.
It's all moving so fast and Adam is becoming desperate. Now that Lawrence is right there in front of him, he wants to take all that he can get.
Their lips smack as Adam separates them, readjusting himself to sit on Lawrence's lap. 
Lawrence presses a comforting hand to Adam's lower back, guiding him to connect their hips as Lawrence snaps upwards. Adam groans needily, still fully clothed, obscene noises coming up from deep within his throat.
"Oh, fuck..." Pure excitement runs down Adam's spine as he thrusts wantonly, his head lolling backwards. Desire pools into his gut, down to his crotch. He can feel that the man beneath him is also getting hard. Somehow, they manage to move faster.
"Can I...Please." Lawrence begs, digging his nails into Adam's skin, leaving behind the marks of crescent moons. "Adam. Will you let me..."
Aggressively, Adam shoves the lab coat from off of his shoulders, unbuttoning himself in quick and hasty motions.
They understand.
"I want you."
Lawrence grins against Adam's neck, undoing Adam's pants, and snaking a hand underneath his boxers. He toys at the waistband and rubs firmly against the young man's groin, as Adam bucks his hips against the cotton barrier, begging for release. 
"You are so beautiful." Lawrence reveres with a soft hand to Adam's cheek.
"Have you seen yourself?" Adam huffs, laying his head against Lawrence's chest, pushing their bodies deeper into the sofa.
"Yes—" He is interrupted by his own gasp, his mouth uncontrollably dropping at the sensation of their heat grinding in tandem. "But my—God. My opinion stays the same."
"Stop teasing." Adam whines.
Lawrence kisses him again, slower this time, more sensual. He aims to coax only the most debauched sounds from Adam. Wants to make him feel good, wants to give him everything.
In their own time.
Adam feels the same way.