Tell Me You Don't Love Me : Part 3

Adam Herondale woke with a start, suddenly confused as to where he was. When he glanced around him, he noted that he was lying on the hard, wooden floor of an apartment building that appeared vaguely familiar. It wasn't until his emerald green eyes fell upon the body of a naked, sleeping man beside him did the memory of last night's events finally return to him.

He was in Tristian Smith's apartment, where he had willing been taken by the older man to be fucked anally for the very first time.

Sighing deeply,Adam allowed his head to fall back heavily against the wooden floor as he turned slightly in order to gaze comfortably as Tristian's body. In the dim light of the sun that came through the apartment windows, he found that Tristian was more handsome than he had first realized. His facial features were sharped, which allowed him to possess his own, unique handsomeness. His black hair still clung to his face with dried sweat from the night before and the paleness of his thin body seemed to gleam slightly as the sunlight reflected off a thin layer of dried sweat and cum. The expression he held was nearly peaceful as Adam examined him silently.

He'd done it. He'd fucked a complete stranger, willingly.
But, as Tristian had told him the night before, he had also sinned, according to the Bible.

Shaking his head slightly, Adam's eyes glanced down at Tristian's morning hardon and he smiled to himself. As quietly as he could manage, he pushed himself downward on the floor, until Tristian's beautiful cock stood proudly before him. Without hesitation, he grasped the base of the growing monster firmly with his right hand, causing and involuntary groan to escape Tristian's mouth, despite his unconscious state. Stroking the piece of meat slowly, Adam greedily licked the head, where precum was already leaking out.

At the taste of Tristian's manhood, Adam's own cock began to grow as he fully devoured the man's cock and began to resume the circular tongue motions on the head that he had performed last night whilst stroking the shaft slowly with a firm grip. With his eyes closed and in the state of pleasure he was in, Adam hardly noticed that he had woken Tristian, as the older man had begun to knot his hands in Adam's thick hair.

Increasing his pace, Adam began to bob his head with a faster speed and increased his stroking rate as well, which caused the older man to moan heavily as he felt his balls begin to tighten in an orgasm, but as soon as he was about to release his loud inside Adam's warm mouth, he moved forward and pushed the younger boy off of his swollen cock. Startled by Tristian's sudden movements, Adam fell backwards, being pushed onto the hard floor by nearly the entire body weight of the older man. His gasp of surprise was swallowed by Tristian's mouth as he kissed his deeply, invading his lips with his tongues and regaining the control he had allowed the younger boy to have the night before, during their second sexual encounter.

Feeling slightly more comfortable on the bottom, Adam melted against Tristian's warm body, groaning softly into his mouth when Tristian grasped his cock and began to slowly jack him off. Adam's body arched up against Tristian, begging for more friction between them as his cock began to grow slowly.

Tristian smiled slightly at the pleasure filled expression upon the once-virgin's face.
“Fuck me, again,” Adam moaned heavily, kissing Tristian deeply.

The older man actually thought for a moment, studying the body beneath him, but releasing Adam's swollen cock and pushing himself off the younger boy into a standing position. Abandoned on the floor, Adam's emerald eyes glanced up at him curiously as Tristian stared down at him.

“No,” he said shortly, shrugging and moving the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of water, seeming perfectly comfortable about moving around completely naked in front the windows of his large apartments.
Too shaken to stand, Adam positioned himself into a slightly propped up position with his eyes following the sex god who had taken his anal virginity only hours before and now refused to give him what he wanted most once more. “Why?”
Not turning to him, Tristian shrugged indifferently. “I told you my rules, Adam Herondale.”
“What rules?”

“I don't do second dates. Last night didn't count because I only blew you in the alley and didn't exactly fuck you, but I won't do it again. I fucked you once, now move on with your life and get the hell out of mine,” Tristian told him confidently, drinking several large gulps of bottled water before turning to the naked boy on his floor with thin raised eyebrows.
“You're joking,” Adam stated.

Tristian merely shook his head. “On the contrary, darling, I'm actually quite serious.”
“But—after what we did last night,” he began persistently. “You can't possibly not want that again.”
“You're not my first fuck, Adam Herondale,” Tristian began as though he was quoting a book, “you are not my last, and you certainly weren't my best.”

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Oliver Freeman was waiting for Adam on the front steps of Adam's apartment building. Clothed in a pair of clean, black jeans as well as a light gray t-shirt that was masked by the dark blue sweater that he wore, he sat in a tensed stance with his head resting in the palms of his hands. There were deep shadows under his eyes, revealing his restlessness of spending the entire night worried about his dear friend, as he couldn't reach him. His hair was disheveled due to him running his hand repeatedly through it. When he witnessed Adam parking his truck in the parking lot, he jumped to his feet in excitement, which quickly faded when Adam granted him a cold look.

“What do you want?” Adam growled, shifting awkwardly to conceal his still raging hard on that Tristian had refused to relieve.
“Where the hell were you?” Oliver questioned irritated as Adam fumbled with his keys. “I called.”
Adam laughed humorlessly. “Really? I figured you'd be far too busy screwing Will to even care.”
Oliver sighed heavily. “Why do you continuously do that?”
“Do what?”

“Purposely insult him because you know how much I like him,” Oliver said in a low voice. “It isn't fair Adam. Will's a great guy and I don't understand why you're being such an ass about it, it's not like him taking him away from you.”
Yeah, but he's taking you away from me, Adam thought mentally to himself as he glared at his friend.

“Maybe if you weren't so childishly blind, Oliver, you'd realize how much that man is going to play with you. He knows you like him and he's stringing you along like you're a fucking puppet, not a human being. I am so sick you of you acting like he's a god, because hes just another boneless ass,” Adam muttered, his thoughts returning to Tristian's cold attitude towards him this morning, anger at the man fueling his words towards William.
“You don't know anything about him,” Oliver argued.
“Do you?”
It fell silent between them as Adam finally found the right key and quickly opened the door, slamming it behind him before Oliver could react and possibly follow him upstairs to his vacant apartment.

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Leaving Adam's apartment building in a rage, Oliver quickly retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the familiar number of his trainer.
“Oliver?” William's masculine, deep voice sounded from the other end.
“Hey, can I come over?”Oliver asked hastily.
“Of course,” Will replied, his tone holding an expression of naked confusion. “Is there any particular reason why you want to?”
Oliver nodded to himself. “Yeah. I have to show you something.