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They've been having sex for about two months now. He had decided not to run in the next election, and then he'd gone out to get spectacularly drunk. Adam had dragged his sad, sorry arse home and when Adam had managed to get him safely into bed, Fergus had dragged him down into a kiss before promptly passing out.
When he'd woken up in the morning he had been sure Adam wouldn't be there, and he'd managed to throw away his career and the best friendship he'd ever had in one day.
But Adam had been there, sitting at his coffee table, and he'd asked Fergus if he'd meant the kiss. Fergus had said yes and they've been fucking ever since.
Fucking Adam is great. And he calls it fucking, because they haven't really talked about what exactly it is that they're doing, but deep down he knows that it's more than just sex for both of them. But he hadn't realised just how affection starved Adam had been. Fergus is fairly sure Adam does like the affection, and he's good at showing it to Fergus, in his own uniquely Adam way, but when it comes to receiving affection he doesn't seem to know what to do with it.
Adam is currently sprawled out on the sofa, watching TV while Fergus makes them a cup of tea.
"Shift up," Fergus says as he puts the mugs on the coffee table. Adam sits up while Fergus sits down, and then he relaxes back against him. Fergus just enjoys the contact for a while before he moves slightly so he can wrap his arm around Adam.
Adam tenses immediately.
"Do you not like that?" Fergus asks after a few seconds. He hates that he can't keep the hurt out of his voice and he starts to move his arm away from Adam's chest.
Adam catches his arm and holds it in place. "Don't," he says, "Just— I like it, I'm just not used to it. I've never really done this before."
"Ok," Fergus says, letting out a breath that he hadn't realised he was holding. Fergus sits up so he can look at Adam, who in turn looks like he'd rather do anything right now if it avoided making eye contact with Fergus. "So, do you want to get used to it? Or would you prefer not to do it at all?"
"Fucking hell, Fergus," Adam rolls his eyes, but Fergus is used to him lashing out when he feels awkward, so he just waits, "It's not that I don't want to be affectionate. I think I am quite affectionate, but you clearly don't think so."
He looks so sulky that Fergus wants to laugh. Instead he leans in to kiss him, which is a form of affection that Adam is far more adept at. "I know you are. I'm not saying you're not. And I'm not saying you need to be any different, I promise. I'm happy, Ads. I just want to make sure that you're happy too."
Adam rolls his eyes again. "I am," he replies, his tone so sullen that it's a good job Fergus knows him well enough to know he isn't lying. "But I wouldn't say no to more affection, I guess. I'm just not very good at asking for it."
Fergus smiles and leans in to kiss him again. "Ok. Want to start now?" he asks, laying his hand on Adam's upper thigh and squeezing.
Adam nods and let's Fergus lead him from the sofa to the bedroom.
"Sit on the side of the bed." Fergus pushes lightly on Adam's chest until he complies. He runs his fingers through Adam's hair and kisses him briefly before reaching down to pull Adam's shirt over his head.
Fergus runs his fingers through Adam's hair, smoothing down the strands that get messed up by his t-shirt and then messing them up again, just because he can. Adam leans in to the touch ever so slightly, so he considers that a win.
Adam tries to pull Fergus in to a kiss, but Fergus takes his wrists gently. "Steady," he lifts one of Adam's hands and places a kiss on his wrist, "I want to do this slowly, for a change."
Adam's pupils dilate and his cheeks flush, and Fergus finds himself wanting to make Adam look like that forever. He kisses Adam's wrist again. "I love it when you look like that," he mumbles against Adam's skin.
"Like— Like what?" Adam tries to frown, but he just looks adorably confused, not that Fergus would ever dare tell him that.
Fergus laughs, kindly. "Happy," he positions Adam's hands on the bed and then cups his cheek, "I want to make you look like that for the rest of our lives."
Adam closes his eyes and leans into Fergus's touch again. "Fuck, Fergus."
Adam sounds more wrecked than Fergus has ever heard him before, even during sex. Fergus kisses him, slowly, and climbs onto his lap. He drags is lips across Adam's jaw, letting his stubble tickle the delicate skin of of his lips, and then continues kissing down his neck until he can suck a kiss onto the junction between his neck and shoulder.
"Fuck!" Adam pushes his hips up against Fergus, "Sorry."
Fergus shakes his head. "I was hoping you'd do that. Just take whatever you need." He bites Adam's skin, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make Adam shudder against him and thrust harder.
"God, Fergus," Adam pants, his head resting on Fergus's shoulder, "I'm getting close and you're not even topless."
Fergus laughs and sits back, looking at how beautifully flushed Adam is. "Do you think you could?"
Adam just looks at him, the sex and being overwhelmed by Fergus's attention making him stupid. "Do you think you could come just from thrusting up against me?" Fergus clarifies.
Adam doesn't answer at first, but he grips Fergus's waist tightly and increases his efforts. "Yeah. Yeah, fuck, Fergus."
"That's good. I can't wait to see that, Adam. I want to watch you fall apart."
Adam groans and rests his head on Fergus's shoulder again. "God, Fergus! Fuck!"
Fergus grips Adam's hair and pulls his head back as he comes, watching the pleasure play out across his face. "You're so fucking gorgeous, Adam."
When Adam finishes coming, Fergus moves off his lap.
"Fuck, that's embarrassing," Adam mutters, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, "I can't believe I came in my fucking jeans."
"It was so fucking hot, Ads." Adam opens his eyes and blinks up at Fergus in surprise. Fergus encourages Adam to stand and then reaches for his belt, dragging Adam's jeans and pants down. He encourages Adam to get back on the bed. ""Can I make you come again?"
Adam laughs. "You can try."
Fergus grins. "Roll over." He straddles Adam's thighs and pushes his thumbs into Adam's lower back. Adam groans.
Adam is so fucking tense all the time that even an orgasm hasn't relaxed him fully. "Good?" Fergus asks, despite knowing the answer from the way Adam is moaning into the bed.
"You don't have to—"
Fergus pinches Adam's side gently before continuing his massage. "I know I don't. But I want to do this for you. Just relax and let me—" he pauses. They've not said the 'L' word yet, and he doesn't want Adam to think he's only saying it because he's making an effort to shower him with affection this afternoon. "Let me take care of you, yeah?"
Fergus works his way up to Adam's shoulders and then slowly back down to his lower back. By the time he's done, Adam seems more relaxed. Fergus gets off the bed and gets undressed. He grabs the lube out of his bedside table and then gets back on the bed, settling between Adam's legs.
He massages Adam's thighs, making his way slowly upwards until his thumbs are pressing into the soft skin of Adam's inner thighs and Adam is pushing his hips back.
"How's making you come again sounding now?" Fergus can't help but smirk, feeling smug at how well Adam is falling apart under his hands again.
"Fuck off, Fergus." Adam mumbles into the bed, but Fergus can hear the smile in his voice.
"Hmmm, I'm not sure you really mean that."
"I really fucking d— Fuck!" Adam gasps as Fergus spreads him and runs his tongue across his hole.
Fergus moves back again before Adam can really enjoy it. "Fuck, Fergus! I didn't mean it."
Adam reaches behind and tries to drag Adam's mouth back to where he wants it. Fergus smirks again before spreading Adam and getting his tongue on him again.
Five minutes later Adam is a total mess, and Fergus sits back to admire his hard work. Adam's skin is wet, totally slick with Fergus's spit, and his pale skin is pink from Fergus's stubble. Fergus reaches out to run his finger tips across the delicate skin, the stubble rash intensifying the sensitivity.
"You're perfect, Adam," Fergus grabs the lube off the bed and slicks his fingers up. "So fucking perfect." He presses his finger against Adam and slides in slowly.
Adam is so relaxed and wet that Fergus pulls back and adds a second finger straightaway. He watches as Adam's body opens up for him, hot and tight around his fingers. "You feel so good, Ads," he leans forward and presses a kiss to Adam's lower back, "I'm going to stretch you out, and then I'm going to fuck you." He twists his fingers, pressing against Adam's prostate and Adam just sobs into the bed.
Fergus loses track of how long he fingers Adam for, but he guesses it's too long as far as Adam is concerned because he's alternating between swearing at Fergus and begging him to fuck him.
Fergus pulls his fingers back and adds more lube. He slides them back inside Adam.
"Jesus, Fergus, fuck me, please!" Adam turns his head to glare at Fergus, but the effect is somewhat lessened by the begging.
Fergus leans forward so he can kiss Adam's shoulder. "Just one more."
"Fergus, don't you fucking dare! I need it now," Adam braces himself on his arms and tries to twist so he can look at Fergus properly. Fergus twists his fingers again and Adam collapses back against the bed. "Fuck!"
Fergus presses in with a third finger. "There you go. You take me so well, Adam."
Adam whimpers, and Fergus doesn't know if it's the words or his fingers.
"I think you might be ready now," Fergus pulls back and adds plenty of lube to his cock, even though Adam's so slick and messy now he could probably get away without any at all.
"I was ready half an hour ago," Adam bitches, breathlessly.
Fergus just hums, ignoring him in favour of lining his cock up and pushing inside. "Fuck, Adam."
"That's what I was hoping for," Adam moans.
Fergus laughs. "God, I love you."
It just slips out and he freezes. Adam on the other hand gasps and then he tightens around Fergus.
"Fuck. Adam, did you just…?" He pulls out and Adam rolls over to face him, looking slightly stunned.
"Did you mean that?" Adam asks, avoiding Fergus's question.
Fergus nods. "Yeah. Yeah of course I do. I didn't mean to say it like this. I was planning to tell you while we weren't having sex, but of course I love you. You don't have to say anything—"
Adam swears and pulls Fergus on top of him, kissing him. "I love you too." he says against Fergus's lips. Fergus pulls back and they grin at each other. "Now will you please fuck me?" Adam adds.
"I thought you just came."
Adam squirms, embarrassed. "Only a bit," he says, using his leg to pull Fergus into place between his legs, "I want you to fuck me though."
Fergus lines himself up again. "Are you sure?" he asks, and waits for Adam to nod before pushing in, "Fuck, you feel so good, Adam."
Adam preens and Fergus fucks him steadily, eventually getting a hand between them so he can stroke Adam in time with his thrusts. "Think you can come again?"
"I don't know," Adam pants, his voice cracking slightly, making Fergus look up sharply.
Adam's got his head turned to the side, but Fergus can see the tears welled up in his eyes.
"Hey," Fergus pauses, still inside Adam but still, "Are you ok? Am I hurting you?"
Adam shakes his head, one hand coming up to scrub at his cheeks and the other holding Fergus in place. "No, I'm fine."
Fergus runs a soothing hand across Adam's hip. "Hey, look at me. Love?"
Adam chokes out a sob at the unexpected pet name and tries to scrub the tears away again but Fergus catches his hand. "It's ok. You're allowed to cry, Adam," Fergus pulls Adam's hand up to kiss his wrist again, "I just need check that you're not upset because you want to stop."
Adam shakes his head. "It's stupid, I'm just… overwhelmed. But it's good, really fucking good," he shifts his hips against Fergus, "Don't stop, please."
"Ok," Fergus pins Adam's hand above his head and continues fucking into him, chasing his own pleasure now.
"Fergus, Fergus! Please!" Adam whines and it's Fergus's undoing. He lets go of Adam's hand and wraps around Adam's hard cock again.
"Can you come for me?"
Adam tenses and cries out, coming across his chest and Fergus's hand, dragging Fergus over the edge with him.
Fergus collapses against him, uncaring of the mess between them. He stays there for a minute or so until he feels Adam start to fidget beneath him. "Sorry," he says, carefully pulling out and rolling off Adam to lay beside him.
They lay beside each other panting for a few minutes until Fergus forces himself to get up. "I'll be right back."
He quickly dampens a flannel with warm water and goes back to Adam, who is still exactly where he left him, boneless and well fucked on the bed.
Fergus wipes Adam's chest and stomach before asking him to roll onto his front, which Adam does without complaint, a sure sign he's relaxed.
Fergus can't help but reach out to run his finger tips across the mess of come and lube, making Adam twitch sensitively. "Sorry," Fergus says, not sounding very sorry at all, "Just checking you're not sore."
Adam shakes his head. "Not sore," he flinches again, "Just fucking sensitive. Which you know full well."
Fergus smirks. "Yeah, sorry," he sounds slightly more contrite this time, "Maybe next time?"
Adam mumbles something affirmative into the bed so Fergus stops his teasing and focuses on cleaning him up properly. When he's done he tells Adam to get up so they can both get into bed properly, Adam curled up against Fergus's chest.
"Was that ok?" Fergus asks, all traces of teasing gone.
Adam looks up at him with a sleepy grin. "Yeah, it really was," he rests his head back on Fergus's chest, "I think it will take me a bit longer to get used to being the recipient of affection, but if we do it like that I think I'll have fun trying."
Fergus laughs and kisses the top of Adam's head. "I think I can work with that."