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Adam's acting strange. Fidgety and he keep glancing over at Fergus.
Not like 'there's a massive fuck up coming our way that I might or might not have had a hand in and I'm trying to work out how best to tell you' kind of strange. More like the time he was on edge all day and then when Fergus got him home he discovered he'd been wearing a plug all day, kind of strange.
Fergus is really hoping it's the second one again, for more than one reason.
Eventually he decides to just ask. Knowing that Adam is wearing a plug in the office would be torture, because they have a rule not to fuck at DoSAC after a few too many close calls. But not knowing is putting his teeth on edge and he's so distracted he's been reading the same line in this email for fifteen minutes.
"Come on then, out with whatever your secret is," Fergus finally says, and Adam looks up at him, torn between faux innocence and looking like a deer in the headlights. Fergus gets up from his desk and walks over towards Adam, "You've been fidgeting all morning, and I'm really hoping that you're wearing the plug again," he smirks, "But if it's some work related fuck up I'd rather we just tackled it now."
For a few long seconds Fergus thinks Adam is going to prolong the agony by trying to lie, but then he shrugs, "It's not a secret, I was just waiting for the right time to tell you," he says, sounding somewhat sullen at being called out.
Fergus waits for Adam to continue, but instead of speaking again Adam glances around and makes sure the door is closed and then he reaches for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it out from where it's tucked in his trousers.
"Adam, what are you—" Fergus trails off as Adam's hip is uncovered and he sees a little strip of black lace just above the top of his trousers. He feels his mouth go dry and he wants to look back up at Adam, but he can't take his eyes off it. He finally manages to drag his eyes away and look back at Adam, who is looking at him with a mix of apprehension and arousal.
"I was nervous because I wasn't sure what you'd think." Adam looks uncharacteristically uncertain, which Fergus neither likes nor does he think it's necessary.
He also glances up to check the door is still firmly shut, and then steps closer to Adam, leaning down to drag him into a kiss. "I think," he swallows, his mouth dry, "I think I need to see them properly. Fuck, Adam."
Adam's face lights up and he kisses Fergus again quickly before gently pushing him away. "I'd show you now but we've got a meeting in ten minutes. And I really don't want to have go face the Tory twats with a fucking hard on, ok. It's bad enough just wearing them, but when you look at me like that…" he trails off.
Fergus wants nothing more than to take Adam home right now, but Adam's right that there is one last meeting today before he can do that. He sort of wishes he hadn't asked, because now he's got to try and pretend to be a functioning human being, and hope desperately that there's at least a small amount of blood left in his brain.
"Ok. Tuck your shirt back in," Fergus says, stepping back so he's less tempted to push Adam down onto the sofa he's sitting on and fuck him, political career be damned, "We'll get this meeting over with, and then I'm taking you home so you can show me what you're wearing, and let me fucking devour you. Ok?"
Adam nods, shifting in his seat and feeling glad he's got ten minutes to try and calm down a little before the meeting.
It seems to both take forever, and pass by in a blur. Watching Adam standing at the front of the room trying to explain part of the policy to Peter is always impressive, but considering how worked up they both were just ten minutes ago makes his ability to hold his own even more impressive. And knowing that Adam is wearing fucking lingerie means that Fergus doesn't actually hear a word Adam says, just watches him even more intently than usual.
The second it's over he all but drags Adam out of the room and back to his office. His computer is already off, and his bag is packed, so they manage to get out of DoSAC in record time and without being accosted by any of their colleagues.
Once they get to the tube station Fergus leads them towards the taxi rank.
"That'll cost a fortune during rush hour on a Friday."
"Worth it," is all Fergus says as he bundles Adam into the back of the taxi and gives his address to the driver.
He exercises an enormous amount of restraint and keeps his hands to himself on the journey, knowing that once he starts touching Adam he won't be able to stop.
The second the front door of Fergus's house closes behind them, Fergus pins Adam to the wall and kisses him, pushing his thigh between Adam's legs so Adam can grind against him. Fergus grips Adam's hips tightly, squeezing so hard he imagines that he can feel the lace through Adam's trousers.
He drags his lips from Adam's, kissing across his jaw and bringing one hand up to tilt Adam's head giving him better access to his neck. Adam whines as Fergus sucks a kiss into the delicate skin just below his ear.
Fergus wants to drag Adam's trousers down now, but he also wants to be able to fully savour this sight, so he reluctantly pulls back. "Upstairs. Now," he says, taking Adam by the hand and leading him up the stairs.
Once in the bedroom, Fergus asks Adam to strip and watches as his tie, shirt and trousers are removed, leaving him in just a pair of black, briefs style knickers. They're opaque at the front, although Fergus can see the clear outline of Adam's hard cock through them. The part that sits on his hips is lacy and Fergus can see Adam's pale skin through the material.
Adam looks a little self-conscious again, so Fergus steps forward and reaches out to run his hands reverently down Adam's sides until they're resting just above the lace. "Fucking hell, Adam," he says, unable and unwilling to keep the awe out of his voice, "Can I touch?"
Adam nods, relaxing slightly at Fergus's clear approval.
Fergus lets his hands drift lower, running across the lace. He dips his fingers just below the lace at the bottom of the knickers, watching as Adam shivers and his cock clearly twitches. He's barely contained in them, and Fergus wants to drop to his knees and suck Adam off. But he also wants to fuck Adam, maybe just drag them to the side and fuck him like that.
He lets his hands drift round and is pleased to find the lace continues across the back of the knickers too.
Fergus doesn't know how often Adam might want to do this, so he decides he wants everything, and drops to his knees.
He nuzzles up against Adam's cock, mouthing at it through the soft material. Three hours ago he'd never even thought about if this was something he would enjoy. Now it's taken over his entire brain.
"You look so fucking good, Ads," he says before sucking on the head of Adam's cock through the material. His tongue and Adam's pre-come have made the material wet already and Fergus is so hard his head is spinning.
He sits back reluctantly. "Can I fuck you in these?"
Adam nods, looking so wrung out that Fergus has to close his eyes for five seconds to get control of himself again. Then Fergus stands up and starts getting undressed.
Adam sits on the bed. "How do you want me?"
"On your front. Hands and knees?" It comes out as a question and Adam smirks at him so Fergus rolls his eyes. "Fucking hands and knees. Brat."
Adam gives him a mock salute, and complies. Fergus loves his casual confidence so much he's not even really annoyed. Fergus leaves his trousers and pants where they fall and crawls onto the bed behind Adam.
Fergus runs his hands across Adam's skin and the lace, letting his thumbs tease just under the edges.
"Fergus!" Adam whines and Fergus is torn between continuing to tease and getting Adam begging, and giving in because he's desperate to get his tongue on him.
He spreads Adam as best he can with the knickers still on and presses his tongue against him. He knows he's going to have to drag them to the side if he wants to actually prep Adam, but for now the feel of the lace under his tongue and Adam sobbing into the duvet is more than enough.
He can hear Adam repeating his name, begging for Fergus's mouth or fingers or anything and he can't resist moving the knickers to the side just enough to get his tongue on Adam's skin.
Fergus presses his tongue into Adam and doesn't stop working him until he's wet and slick beneath him. He sits back up and runs his finger teasingly across Adam's wet hole, not pressing hard enough to slide in, even when Adam pushes his hips back.
"I need lube, Adam," he says, reaching over to his bedside drawer and pulling out their lube.
Adam shakes his head. "I want to feel it."
Fergus rolls his eyes, fondly. "One thing at a time, yeah? Unless you're actually trying to kill me?" He slicks up his fingers with just enough lube that he's content he won't hurt Adam, "Lay right down on your front."
He really wants Adam to come in these knickers, so he's hoping fucking him against the bed will be enough stimulation to achieve that. He slides the material to the side again and slides one finger slowly into Adam.
He loves being inside Adam, but this evening all he can think about is the contrast of Adam's pale skin against the black lace, the way it hugs his body and how it had felt under his mouth.
"God, you should see you, Adam," he says as he adds a second finger, stretching him out further and making Adam moan, "You're fucking perfect. Just made for this." He twists his fingers again and brushes firmly across Adam's prostate, enjoying watching him arch against the bed.
"Fergus, I'm getting really close." Adam whines again and it goes straight to Fergus's cock.
He had really wanted to tease Adam for as long as possible, but the idea of fucking him into this bed with his knickers just pushed to the side is too tempting.
"Can I fuck you, Ads? Like this, just pushing these to the side and sinking into you?"
The noise Adam makes isn't technically the word yes, but it's certainly affirmative and enthusiastic so Fergus lubes himself up.
He sort of needs three hands for this, but he leans on one hand and slides the knickers to the side with the other, spreading Adam at the same time. He can't line himself up, so his cock slides across Adam's hole a few times, inadvertently teasing Adam, before he finally pushes inside.
He pauses when he's fully inside and gives Adam some time to adjust, and himself a minute to try and drag himself back from the edge a bit.
"Fuck, Fergus," Adam clenches around him and Fergus swears, "You can move. Please move!"
Fergus pulls out almost all the way and then thrusts into Adam, setting a steady pace. Adam is so hot and tight around him, and he's been so on edge for so long, that he doesn't think he'll be able to last but from the noises Adam is making, he doesn't think he's the only one.
"I'm going to make you come in your knickers, and then I'm going to come in you," he lets go of the knickers so he can grip Adam's hip instead. The feel of the knickers pressed against his cock adds another layer of hotness that Fergus can't wait to explore again with Adam, "And then I'm going to put the knickers back in place and take a look at what a mess I've made of you."
Adam swears and tightens around Fergus, grinding against the bed as he comes. Fergus manages a few more thrusts before he's pressing in deep, coming inside Adam with a groan.
Fergus pulls out carefully and admires how wet and messy Adam is before pulling the knickers back into place.
Adam uses the last of his energy to roll onto his back and Fergus takes in the mess smeared across the front of his knickers and over his lower stomach. Fergus leans down to run his tongue across the come on his skin and Adam makes a half-scandalised and half-aroused noise.
"Fergus!" he gasps, pushing Fergus away from him. Fergus relents and collapses beside Adam on the bed.
They lay panting for a few minutes before Adam shifts uncomfortably on the bed. "I should probably take these off and go shower."
Fergus rolls over so he can look at Adam properly. "Yeah, probably… Maybe in ten minutes or so though?" he asks, his hand trailing up Adam's leg to find the wetness at the top of his thighs.
Adam shudders against him. "You like them then?"
Fergus nods. "I love that you wore them for me," he leans in to kiss Adam, his fingers sliding inside the knickers again and teasing against Adam again, "Would you wear them for me again?"
"Yeah," Adam gasps, overstimulated but not wanting to stop.
"Would you let me buy you other pairs to wear for me?" he asks, sliding two fingers inside Adam.
"Yes. Fuck! I want that."
Fergus kisses him again. "Awesome. Shall we see how much more of a mess we can make of these ones first?"