Breath of the Feathered Serpent by Pelaam Page A

had ensured the barn had been adequately prepared for them.
    While Elijah climbed the ladder, Adam stared at the pert, denim-clad ass of the younger man. When he joined Elijah, the younger man’s actions screamed his inexperience. Elijah stood, his body trembling, with no idea of what to do.
    Adam banked down his arousal and ignored his dick as it pressed insistently against his fly. He took Elijah in his arms. “Relax, Lij,” he whispered. “There’s no right or wrong thing to do here. It’s all about pleasure, enjoying our bodies. Relax.”
    “Sorry. I’m sorry,” Elijah murmured. “I wanted this from the moment we met. Dreamed of you and me, together. I just...I just don’t know...”
    Adam found an effective and mutually satisfying way of silencing Elijah. He pressed his lips against those of the younger man. Caught by surprise, Elijah melted against him, whimpering softly and rubbing against Adam’s thigh. Adam held him tighter and licked across his lips, seeking entry.
    Elijah grasped Adam’s shoulders, and his fingers dug in hard. Adam didn’t care. His dreams were coming true. He pushed his tongue past Elijah’s lips and tasted the cinnamon from the fried apple mixed with the tang of the whiskey.
    He eased them apart. “Let’s lie down, Lij,” he whispered. There were a couple of horse blankets. Adam shook them out. He laid one on top of the straw and kept the other nearby. They lay on the blanket covering the straw, and Adam took advantage of Elijah’s inexperience by deftly unfastening his lover’s shirt.
    He pushed the material aside, bent his head, and took a dark, delicious nipple into his mouth. Elijah cried out his name and arched into the touch.
    To Adam’s surprise, Elijah’s chest wasn’t as smooth as he’d expected. There was a smattering of hair across it, and a dark trail of hair ran invitingly from his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband of Elijah’s pants. The line drew Adam’s gaze downwards to the treasure currently tenting Elijah’s trousers.
    Elijah’s increasingly frantic movements told Adam how close the younger man was to spilling. He took a peaked nub between his teeth and bit down sharply. The unexpected pain caused Elijah to gasp, but more importantly, it derailed the imminent release. Adam murmured his apology as he laved the abused nipple with his tongue.
    Adam also acted with the speed and dexterity that came with his greater sexual experience. Even as he sucked on Elijah’s nipple, he unfastened the buttons on the fly of Elijah’s pants. He pushed the denim wide, pleased and relieved to find the young man wasn’t wearing long johns.
    Shifting slightly, he splayed his left hand across Elijah’s chest and draped his right forearm across Elijah’s thighs. Then he took the enticing erection into his mouth. Musk and pre-ejaculate burst on his tongue. He hummed happily as he slid his lips up and down the hard flesh.
    He had barely enough time to savor the feel and taste of his lover’s cock before Elijah cried out Adam’s name, and his release flooded Adam’s mouth. He held Elijah down as he swallowed all his lover had to give. Only when Elijah sagged into the straw and the last drop of his seed had been coaxed from softening flesh did Adam let the depleted dick slip from his mouth.
    He licked his lips as he gazed down at Elijah. His lover looked sated and debauched. His face was flushed, his eyes closed, and they’d be picking straw out of his hair before going back to the ranch house. The sight of him with his shirt spread wide and pants open enough for his soft cock to lie against his thigh sent Adam’s arousal soaring. He squeezed at the bulge in his jeans. That has to be the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
    “Adam?” Elijah’s voice was soft and breathy. He smiled up at Adam as he opened his eyes.
    “I’m here. God, you’re gorgeous.”
    Elijah’s cheeks flushed red. “But, I didn’t take care of you.”
    “Oh, but you did. I