Collision

*** Chapter 2

After the eight shot, Adam is feeling a little more than tipsy. He usually handles his alcohol well but he hadn’t eaten since afternoon and the empty stomach is helping in getting him inebriated quicker than he would have liked.
He rubs his eyes while realizing that he will probably have to hail a cab to his apartment. He groans, facing another epiphany that he will be all alone when he went back. He wants to mope with his best friends. He wants to curse the living daylights out of that blonde, Julia or Jenny or whatever. And he wants his best friends to hear his soppy tale. Unfortunately, one of his best friends is probably getting laid right this moment at his girlfriend’s house while the other is studying at his classmate’s house.

Gosh, he hates spending his weekend alone and it is only Friday. He hates not having the opportunity of getting laid on a weekend. He hates that blondie who dumped him. Suffice it to say, he hates everything right now.
“You seem hammered.” A recognizable friendly vice speaks from his left.

Adam turns and catches sight of the same attractive guy who was unintentionally stealing his drinks before. He is smiling. Adam’s drunken eyes manage to catch the slight dimple on the guy’s right cheek. Why the hell is he smiling? Adam is sure he already looks shitty in his drunken state. This guy is simply being unfair by smiling. Of course he’d be the one to hog the girls, thought Adam sullenly while looking around – but oh, wait! No girl. Gay bar. Right.
“That was the aim.” Adam manages to slur back.
“Bad day, huh?”
“More like bad night.” Adam mutters, “Dumb blondes.”

The guy chuckles, “I can hook you up with a brunette if you want. Fine number.”
Adam turns to him, taking in the brunette hair of the guy. That’s a nice hairstyle, he thought absentmindedly. The guy’s hair is neither too long nor too short, only flicks of them falling over his eyes. Most of the hair stands upright, but surprisingly Adam can see no trace of hair gel. He will probably try something similar the next time he gets a haircut.

His inebriated mind slowly take up the words of the stranger. Once the words sink in, Adam raises his eyebrows at the guy, “Dude, you’re hot and all. But I am not gay, thanks.”
The guy’s eyes widen to the point of looking comical. Then he abruptly starts laughing making Adam jump a little at the suddenness.
“I am sorry.” He says between chuckles, “I forgot that we’re in a gay bar. It’s good you’re not gay, else I may have offended you.”
“Offended me?”

“Yup. I was talking of a brunette girl. See that one over there.” The guy points to his table where a bunch of people are sitting. Adam is lucky he can still see this guy, forget noticing someone sitting faraway. But nonetheless, he nods to the guy. The guy continues, “She has been pretty suggestive through the night. I’m sure she won’t mind some company.”
“You’re a great guy.” Adam slurs. “Hooking up your friend with a complete stranger. Keep it up.” With that Adam turns and orders two more shots for himself. This time tequila.

The guy cringes, “She’s not really my friend. More like a friend of a friend.”
“Then it seems like you want her off your hands.”
“Desperately.” The guy immediately replies.

Adam laughs drunkenly but quickly sobers up, “God, first I get dumped and then I become a guy’s charity case. This night’s getting too long.”
“Jeez, you’re miserable.” The guy mutters, smiling.
“I got dumped. For the first time in a very, very long time. Sue me for being miserable. Like,” Adam turns, fully facing the stranger now, “how does one even dump this?” he pointed to his face, making the other guy chuckle.
“Are you cranky because she dumped you or because you’re getting no sex tonight?” the guy asks incredulously, “Because if it’s the latter, then the night is still young.”
“Both, actually.” Adam slurs back after a moment. “And,” he waves at himself, the other guy minutely leaning back to avoid being hit by the drunken hand, “I’m not really in the state to go out and look for some action elsewhere now. And I really appreciate the sentiment, but no, I don’t want your leftovers.”

The guy laughs. “A promiscuous guy with a pride. You’re certainly not enough drunk.”
Adam hums, his eyes falling back at the guy’s dimpled cheek. Why the fuck does he has a dimple? “I am never enough drunk.” Adam slurs back, “I handle my alcohol so fucking well, I can drown this whole bar down in one go and go to a war.”
Ten minutes later Adam is heaving over the toilet seat, his head spinning as he tries to make sense of his surroundings. Once done puking for all he is worth, he is picked up and dragged towards the sink where he blearily cleans his face and mouth.
“Drink this.” The dimpled guy says, thrusting a water bottle in Adam’s direction.

“Fuck.” Adam rasps out as he grabs the bottle. “Fuck, you’re kind.” He mumbles more to himself than his companion, “Good looking and kind. Fuck, don’t hog the girls.”
“It’s a gay bar.” His friend for tonight replies, amusement flickering in his crinkling eyes. And that dimple. Fuck, he is smiling again.
“Gay bar. Yup. Right.” Adam grumbles. “I need to brush.”

Through a series of events that Adam fails to remember, the dimpled guy is next dragging him out of the cab. Adam manages to wobbly walk up to his apartment, with a lot of support from the dimpled guy of course, who is smiling and chuckling once in a while as if the situation cannot be more amusing to him.

Once inside the apartment, Adam makes a bee line to his bathroom, while bumping into several things on the way. Cursing and forcing his eyes to focus clearly, he finally manages to reach the bathroom sink. His co-ordination not at par, the dimpled guy comes to his rescue again as he prepares his toothbrush for him and then leaves Adam alone in the bathroom.

Once convinced with the hygiene of his mouth, Adam removes his t-shirt and pops open the button of his denims. He feels slightly, slightly better with the cold against his bare skin. Appreciating the comfortableness, he walks back to his room to find that fucking gorgeous man standing next to his bed.

“The fuck you still doing here?” he asks.
The guy rolls his eyes, “You’re welcome, buddy.” He quips and throws the water bottle he was holding in Adam’s direction.
Though Adam is feeling a little less intoxicated than just moments before, he is still not enough sober to catch the bottle. It ends up hitting his chest making him curse out loud.
“Jesus,” the dimpled guy exclaims. He walks and picks up the bottle as Adam rubs the sore spot on his chest, “Did it hit too hard?” he asks, absentmindedly placing his other hand on the spot where Adam is rubbing. Adam drops his hand, leaning back and enjoying the soothing hand now rubbing at his chest.

“Your hand feels like that of a girl.” Adam comments offhandedly.
The dimpled guy chuckles and playfully punches Adam’s chest. Adam curses again. “Feels like that of a girl now?” the beautiful guy asks.
“Oh no.” Adam says, faintly smiling and leaning even back to avoid more attacks, “It’s very manly.”

The dimpled guy silently hands over the bottle to Adam who takes it in equal silence. He drinks water while eyeing his companion again. The guy is looking right back at him. Slightly sober, Adam is able to better observe the guy. They are of roughly the same height. Now that they are standing so close, without the distraction of the bar around them, Adam finds himself noticing the minuscule things. Like how the guy’s skin looks absolutely flawless; he is not tanned, unlike Adam, and the pale skin looks oddly appealing. The guy has high cheekbones, though they are definitely not as sharp as Adam’s, Adam realizes smugly. Though it is the eyes that seem the most attractive and it takes several moments for Adam to grasp what is so special about them.

Because they are of plain brown color but as time passes by Adam realize that his eyes, even displaying a pretty plain color, look absolutely revitalized; so full of life, expressing diluvian amounts of amusement in a single glance. Adam has never seen such expressive eyes on anyone before. And of course then there is that slight depression on the right cheek of the guy; that fucking dimple that just screams – come and see, I am adorable!
“Are we going to have sex?”

Adam chokes on the water he is drinking. The amusement doubles in the dimpled cheek’s eyes. He steps forward, thumping Adam’s back so as to curb his coughing fits.
“What?” Adam wheezes.
“…You’ve never been with a man.” Dimpled cheeks comments, looking shocked for the first time through the night.
“I am not gay.” Adam rasps out, calming his lungs.
“Okay?”

“You’re not gay.” Adam accuses after a moment.
“I am not.” The guy concedes.
“Then why would you ask if we’re going to have sex?”
The guy smiles or smirks more like it, his dimple coming to life, “I don’t need to be gay to enjoy sex.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“Says the one who has been checking me out all night.”

Adam sputters, but he has no reply to that one. He didn’t anticipate that his ‘observing’ may end up being assumed as ‘ogling’.
Suddenly Adam is solidly aware that he is standing shirtless in front of this guy. But the dimpled guy’s eyes are not wavering anywhere away from his face even once. That, kind of, intrigued Adam.
“You’ve been with guys.” Adam states.
Dimpled cheeks nods, “Only the good looking ones.”
Adam won’t lie. That comment is quite flattering to his egoistical heart.

“So, what now?” the guy asks, stepping back, giving Adam some room. “Yes or no? I don’t do anal, if that comforts you.”
Adam frowns, “I thought gay sex meant anal sex.” Honestly, he hadn’t even thought of anal sex. He is too busy getting over his confoundedness over having this guy suggest sex to him. It is the first time ever he is being hit on by a guy, he really hasn’t gotten enough time to ponder over the technicalities.

The guy smiles, his dimple becoming more prominent, “There are a lot of ways in which men can be together, mate.”
A suggestive smile. That’s his suggestive smile, Adam concludes as he watches the corner of the guy’s lip curl infinitesimally upwards, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Yeah?” the word comes out far more suggestive than Adam was intending. Not completely sober, he is not sure where his own thoughts are scrambling. He can only concentrate on how the guy looks back with amusement, his eyes and lips promising fun that Adam could never have dreamt of experiencing.

Dimpled cheeks steps forward, his eyes not leaving Adam’s. “Yeah.” He answers, his voice barely above a whisper. Almost cautiously, dimpled cheeks places his hand over Adam’s bare abdomen. Adam’s muscles, which were nonchalant just a few seconds before, now become hyper aware and clench on their own accord at the guy’s touch. Without breaking their eye contact, dimpled cheeks grasp the bottle from Adam’s hands and places it at the desk on which Adam is leaning. At this proximity, Adam can smell the guy and the incessant rumbling in his abdomen indicates he rather likes what he is inhaling. God damn, the guy even smells good. Was there anything not good about this guy?

“Are you going to kiss me?” Adam asks, his voice quiet but curious. He genuinely wants a straight answer to his question. Because for the past long moments all the guy has been doing is staring unfalteringly, his fingers ghosting over the taut skin of Adam’s stomach, his breath only a couple of inches away. The apprehension is making Adam nervous.
“Do you want me to?” is the equally quiet but amused reply.

Adam tilts his head sideways in curiosity, observing the guy’s eyes which have now started dropping to Adam’s lips. “I have never kissed a guy.” Adam hates the vulnerability in his voice.

Dimpled cheeks faintly smiles, making Adam’s eyes fall to that forsaken dimple of his. He steps forward, his hands becoming firm around Adam’s waist. With barely a few centimeters between them now, Adam finds himself going rigid with anticipation, his hands tightening at the desk behind him. He can feel the butterflies roaming about in his stomach as the guy’s minty breath hit his own. For the life of his, he could not, dared not, break the eye contact. But when the guy’s lips faintly touch his, Adam couldn’t help the fluttering his eyes undergo, his abdominal muscles tightening with the sensation of a warm body so close to his.

“You can punch me back if you don’t like it.” Dimpled cheeks whispers before letting go of his inhibitions.
Firm lips land on Adam’s soft ones with confidence. Once, twice, before the lips deepen their pressure. Adam exhales heavily through nose, his eyes closing as the body comes flush against his, hands curling around his naked waist, lips molding with his own. Dimpled cheeks traps Adam’s lower lip in between his, suckling lightly before pushing himself even closer. Adam, feeling inexplicably and uncharacteristically inexperienced in the art of kissing, let the man take the lead. Only when dimpled cheeks starts a rhythmic movement of his lips does Adam finds himself responding as well.

The lips dance together, suckling, pressuring, simply basking in the pleasure of another heated lips in contact. Adam’s heartbeat notches up drastically, his lungs protesting for breath. He breaks the kiss, taking in a much deserved breath. But dimpled cheeks has other plans. He is back on those lips in an instant, his panting breath and gasps oddly causing Adam to lose his train of thought. Dimpled cheeks moves his hands as his mouth covers Adam’s. The hands rove about Adam’s abs, up to his pecks, gliding directly to hatch around Adam’s neck. Adam let out a groan as dimpled cheeks pulled him closer by neck, deepening the kiss.

When Adam feels the wetness of dimpled cheek’s tongue on his lips, that is when he loses it. His arms uncurl from behind him and grasp onto the guy’s t-shirt firmly, pulling him in as if their already heightened proximity is not enough, not satiable. Mouths open, tongues lash and Adam finds himself groaning again as the guy’s tongue curls around his, wetting his lips, the smacking sounds of their lip lock causing Adam’s mind to turn to mush.

Adam responds fervently, his head changing directions, seeking more pleasure. He let his tongue travel into the cavern of the guy’s mouth, seeking his own. The guy in turn latches onto Adam’s tongue and sucks passionately.
“Mmphh!” Adam groans loudly into the guy’s mouth, his hands explicatively grasping onto the guy’s frame.

Both of them break free to gasp in gulps of air, their breaths mingling with one another’s as they don’t let the other go.
“Fuck.” Adam whispers, his eyes glued to the dimpled cheek’s wet parted lips.

“I don’t think,” dimpled cheeks begins, panting, his minty breath hitting Adam’s face and oddly turning him on, “you disliked it. And I am not saying it because of the lack of a punch.”
Adam takes a moment to understand what Dimpled cheeks is insinuating. But a little hip movement and Adam realize what he means.

He is hard.
And though there are two solid denim fabrics between their nether regions, Adam can very well feel that the kiss has been equally effective on Dimpled cheek’s cock. Adam can’t remember the time he was so easily turned on by a mere lip lock. Fuck, the guy is a great kisser but it is also the thrill, the deed of doing something he never thought he’d do that is causing the raging hard on in the confines of his jeans. His senses are ridiculously heightened in this particular event. He can feel every small thing, from the firm hands cupping his neck, the breath hitting his face, the fabric of the guy’s shirt in between his fingers, down right to the bulge against his own below.

It is exhilarating.

And with that revelation, Adam finds himself diving in for the dimpled cheek’s lips again. This time moving directly on their open mouthed kiss, tongues raging, tasting his each other, gasping and suckling.
“Ungh,” Adam gasps as Dimpled cheek’s one hand moves down and rubs the bulge over his denims. Adam’s eyes close, his nose nuzzling that of the guy, he found himself moaning loudly as the guy continued his ministrations below the belt. Dimpled cheeks takes the opportunity and uses his free lips to land open mouthed kisses on Adam’s cheeks, leaving a wet trail behind as he continues onto Adam’s ear.

As the button of Adam’s denims was already open, dimpled cheeks faces little problem in pulling the zipper down and fondling Adam through the flimsy fabric of his briefs.
“God.” Adam breathily moans, landing his own tiny suckles on the neck of dimpled cheeks. He is beyond turned on by this point. It doesn’t matter that it is a guy he is holding onto. It especially doesn’t matter when dimpled cheeks let his hand pull down Adam’s briefs, enough so to grasp his cock in his bare hand.

Adam gasps, his hips involuntarily jerking at the warm hand wrapped around him. Dimpled cheeks runs his tongue along the shell of Adam’s ear, enjoying the noises he is making right by his own ear.
“Gosh, you’re fucking hot.” Dimpled cheeks mutters huskily before sensually biting Adam’s ear. That turns on Adam even more as he pulls himself back enough to crash his lips with the guy.
Both the guys moan loudly as their wet smooching sounds echo around them. Dimpled cheeks tightens his hold around Adam’s cock and give it a firm backstroke and up again, gliding his thumb over a smooth cock head. Wetness leaks out of the slit causing Adam’s legs to tremble with pleasure. Catching himself before he can collapse, Adam breaks the kiss, “Bed.” He gasps.

He is rewarded with a toe curling kiss for his request. Whilst kissing, dimpled cheeks starts dragging Adam towards the bed, which is thankfully nearby. The process required him to let go Adam’s cock. But not for long. As they reach the side of the bed, dimpled cheeks gently but firmly pushes Adam onto it. Adam falls back. He takes the support of his elbows as he pants. He is a sight alright. Rumpled hair, flushed face, wet parted lips, slightly panting. Lower down the sight is much more pleasurable with a shirtless chest which rose and fell quickly, the muscles tight across his abdomens. His denims are low on his hips, the zip down and his cock, an angry pink head over an engorged veiny white cock, stood at attention, bursting out of his navy colored briefs, beckoning dimpled cheeks. The guy licks his lips, causing Adam’s cock to twitch.

Dimpled cheeks removes his shirt in one go and without giving much chance to admire the view, he is on top of Adam instantly, either of his hands and knees on either side of Adam’s body. Adam wastes no time and his lips are against the guy’s once more. One thing Adam is absolutely sure of. Kissing dimpled cheeks is proving to be a better aphrodisiac than anything he has ever tried.

Unsure, but curious hands begin to explore the frame of dimpled cheek’s body. There are no curves, a thing that quickly registers in Adam’s mind. But when dimpled cheeks lowers his groin over Adam’s, the lack of curves is quickly forgotten. Not leaving each other’s mouth, dimpled cheeks starts to rotate his hips over that of Adam’s, making both of them groan loudly.
“Off.” Adam rasps, breaking away from the kiss, “Jeans off.” He pants. He is desperate to feel bare skin on his heat.

Trembling hands work on the button of dimpled cheek’s jeans. Adam takes the opportunity to latch his lips onto the guy’s throat. He kisses, sucks and ultimately bites the small areas moving from the collar bone right up to behind dimpled cheek’s ear. Adam is certain he is leaving hickeys in his wake, but he doesn’t care. Not when dimpled cheeks smells so great that it’s turning him on even more.

“Oh, ah, yeah.” Adam moans loudly once dimpled cheek’s jeans, along with his boxers, are pushed low enough for his naked cock to snug warmly against Adam’s. His mind too clouded with lust, it doesn’t matter that it was a cock’s touch it was enjoying. He just wants something warm and cozy against him; and he has it.

Dimpled cheeks braces himself on his hands and gives a slow rotating motion to his hips, his hands trembling at the jolts of pleasure that shoot at the movement. Adam doesn’t get a look at his cock but from what he could feel, dimpled cheek’s cock is as big and as smooth as his own, with no trace of pubic hair. He tilts his head down on a moan when dimpled cheeks rotates his hips again. He can see the two cock heads, one being pinkish-red, the other a little darker, dancing together, the shafts caressing each other roughly as dimpled cheeks increases his speed.

“Uh, yes!” Adam moans breathlessly, his own body starting to move on its own accord. It took a few moments, but soon both the boys find one common rhythm, their bodies moving in a mess of tangled limbs and tongues, their cocks rutting against each other, their grunts echoing in the room. The bed starts emitting faint squeaky noises as their momentum increases, adding to their horniness than anything else.

Adam’s hands are soon moving, blindly seeking their prize and when they curl on around the naked ass bubbles of dimpled cheek’s, the latter gives a low groan, dropping his upper body to smack a wet kiss on Adam’s lips. Adam gropes the globes of ass in his hands in respond, noticing the smooth but firm muscles of his ass. He pushes the ass inward, making their cocks practically snuggle while wildly bucking upwards towards dimpled cheeks.

“Oh, shit.” Dimpled cheek grumbles, beads of sweat forming on his skin, glistening as they dance on the bed. They go on for long, changing positions so they lay sideways, Adam leaning on the top a bit. Their legs are tangled. Adam’s one hand secured around dimpled cheek’s thigh to hold his leg around Adam’s hip as the latter rutted against him, moaning into the wet, sloppy kisses they share in between. Adam would run his hand, moving it from the naked thigh up to a very naked ass, fondling the ass globes then moving up, feeling the mid line depression of the dimpled cheek’s spine, reaching up to the guy’s sweat-wet shoulders and then back down to the thigh again. That was as far as it went because below the thighs lay their denims that both the boys hadn’t managed to take off. It heightened their sexuality, as if they are too horny, too desperate to give up their frottage for removing clothes. They continue, rutting against heated skin, kissing, touching, and making the bed squeal.

It is when dimpled cheeks put his hands between their bodies that Adam couldn’t control it anymore. Dimpled cheeks grasp their cocks together in his hold and gives one wild rub on their already wet skin of the cocks.
“Fuck, I’m..i’m cum-” Adam only manages an incoherent stuttering as his body fractures, his legs stilling, his hands tightening around dimpled cheeks, clinging to him even more as threads of cum come flying out of his cock in between them. Watching Adam reach his peak, his whole body flushing, his eyes closed, his mouth open on a silent moan, dimpled cheeks groans loudly as he lets himself go, making ropes of cum shoot out and mingle with that of Adam’s.

Shivering in the aftermath of their orgasms, Adam grunts and lets his head fall on dimpled cheek’s chest. Their position is highly uncomfortable now that the energy is drained out of them.
“Fuck.” Adam says, feeling too lazy to move from his spot.
“Yup.” Dimpled cheeks adds.
Adam tilts his head and squints at his companion. “What?”

Dimpled cheeks in turn rolls them over so he is on top of Adam again, their upper body flushing together, their wet cum squishing between them. Rather than worrying about the mess they are making, all Adam can focus on is how raw dimpled cheek’s lips were looking, so red. A little higher and the smoldering eyes of his companion seem enough to cause a little jump in his still half hard cock.
“Fuck.” Dimpled cheek answers, “We’re gonna fuck. We’re just getting started right.”

With the way the guy’s cock starts rubbing over Adam’s wet cock again, causing it to flush with blood once again, Adam has little resistance to offer. All he can think of is, how none of the girls ever encouraged Adam’s cock to stand up again after a sex session, making him unaware of his ability to harden so quickly afterwards. Outwardly though, he only has an encouraging, mirroring smoldering look for dimpled cheeks. He sneaks his hands around dimpled cheeks again, reaching his ass and fondling the globes again.
“Yes,” he replies, his hand squeezing the ass cheeks in his hand, “We’re just getting started.”