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shouted and thin white ropes of cum shot out, splattering Adam’s hand and Les’ shirt.
     

     
    Les felt like he’d exploded, something inside him bursting into a thousand pieces as his climax roared through him. He couldn’t even be embarrassed about going off like that, with just a swipe of a thumb over his cockhead, not when ecstasy was such a sweet, all-encompassing sensation sinking into every cell in his body. He gasped and jerked, clutching Adam’s shoulders tightly, trying to stay upright when all he wanted to do was collapse into a satiated heap and sleep.
    “That was fucking hot.”
    Les blinked his way through the haze of white dots dancing in front of his eyes and finally managed to focus on Adam’s upturned face. The man looked smugger than any human had a right to, his eyes sparkling and his grin wide.
    “I’ve never made anyone come that fast, just from a touch,” Adam continued, “you’re amazing, you know that? Although we will have to work on control if you want to fuck me.”
    Adam’s words were kind of jumbled in Les’ head, but once he got them straightened out, the humiliation hit with the force of a hurricane. Les shoved Adam back and stumbled without the man’s support. Heat scorched Les’ cheeks. He just knew they had to be bright red as he fumbled with the zipper of his pants, trying to hide his over-eager cock. Damn thing just had to blow as soon as Adam touched it! And that’s why I should never lose control! Because when he did lose it, he lost it big time, apparently. But what else could he do the first time he felt another man’s hand touching him?
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    Adam’s smile had dimmed somewhat, the smugness replaced by a soft look of
    concern as he cautiously approached Les. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. Wouldn’t you feel like the greatest man on Earth if our situations were reversed? I think it’s amazing, you’re amazing, and you make me feel amazing.”
    “That’s a lot of amazings,” Les muttered, trying not to be flattered by Adam’s
    declarations. The guy was probably only saying that because he hadn’t come yet—oh. Les darted a glance at the impressive bulge in Adam’s shorts. That looks like it hurts…and it’s got to be bad manners to leave your… Les stalled in his musing. What was Adam to him? Lover?
    Friend? Fuck buddy? He looked at the man’s package again. Did it matter that Adam was beyond hard and horny?
    “It is”—Adam agreed—“too many to let you run off scared or embarrassed. Do you
    always come like that when someone touches you, or was it just me?”
    Damned if the man didn’t look hopeful, and if Les thought he was embarrassed
    before, it was nothing compared to what he felt when he forced out, “No one else ever has.”
    He couldn’t even look at Adam when he said it, afraid Adam would laugh at him.
    Adam didn’t, but he did inhale with enough force Les was surprised he didn’t suck in half the office furnishings. “Never? No one?” Adam asked?
    The suddenly deep timbre of Adam’s voice combined with the sand paper rough
    quality of it had Les braving a peek at the man. To say Adam looked flabbergasted would have been an understatement.
    “No,” Les forced out. How could he explain about his childhood, the way it’d left him scared of any sort of intimacy with a woman, his fears of giving anyone else control over his body? Sex seemed the ultimate submission, in whatever form, giving another person power over you—just like he’d given Adam moments ago. It’d just seemed so much safer to keep everyone at a distance, to not dwell on that aspect of himself. If he got horny enough, he beat off, that was that. At least then, he was in control of his body and his climax.
    Adam had stripped that from him with one kiss.
    “Why not?”
    Les startled at the question, surprised to find Adam so close to him. One delicate hand came to rest on Les’ forearm as he buckled his belt. Adam’s touch