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When Blake met Adam he didn't want to fall in love, but it happened in a powerful way.
Blake was happily engaged to Miranda and he'd always thought he was straight; kissing Adam for the first time changed his mind. Forever.
Adam kept telling him that what they had couldn’t be shared with the world, that they could lose everything, and even if he loved Adam more, he still cared about Miranda and married her.
When Adam met Behati and started dating her, Blake felt like someone had shot him in the face, but when Adam rode him hard, swearing his undying love and kissed the country singer until his lips hurt Blake felt loved and cared for and let it be.
Adam's marriage was somehow worse, and even if he felt like an hypocrite, from that day on Blake refused to make love to Adam or to kiss him if the rock singer was wearing his wedding ring. Even if for the law and the world Adam was Behati's husband, Blake was sure to own the black haired man’s heart and soul at every chance he got, in every way he could.
But after almost four years Blake felt like he was suffocating in his own marriage and he loved Miranda too much not to let her be free to find her one true love. Blake had already found it after all; he had Adam, or at least he thought he did.
When Blake and Miranda decided to divorce, Blake called Adam and they met at his house in Los Angeles.
Like every single time they met after more than a few days apart, they couldn't kept their hand off each other. Adam pressed Blake to the wall as soon as they closed the door behind their backs.
They kissed frantically, Blake felt lightheaded just sucking Adam's tongue into his own mouth.
“Missed you, darling.”
“Me too, cowboy. Hurry up, I need you.”
Adam was trying to open Blake's belt buckle and to unzip him, already babbling, “Need to feel you, baby, need to have you inside me,” his hard on pressed tightly against Blake's leg.
They fought to undress and when they were finally naked, Adam dropped to his knees and licked Blake's erection hungrily, keeping his dark eyes on Blake, taking the impressive cock into his mouth to start sucking greedily.
Blake's moaned, grabbed Adam's hair and started fucking his lover's mouth; he loved the man and loved his body, every inch of it.
“If you want to be fucked, pretty boy, you better stop,” Blake warned Adam, who got up slowly and literally dragged him to his bedroom, taking Blake’s hand in his.
He couldn't help to pinch Adam's perfect little butt on their way there, making him yelp and glare.
Blake didn't know how but he found himself buried balls deep in Adam's tight heat; he was sure he’d taken care of the younger man, preparing him with fingers and plenty of lube, but everything was in a blur, cause in that moment, that very moment when he thrust into Adam's hole, was heaven to Blake.
He was connected in the most intimate way with Adam, he was happy, he was complete.
The southern man started thrusting into Adam's twitching asshole with slow deep movements, savoring the tight channel gripping his cock like a warm velvety glove. Adam was almost incoherent beneath him; his legs spread wide open, his eyes closed, moaning and gripping Blak's neck.
“Love you, Adam,” Blake shouted spilling his load inside Adam's willing body, and jerking the rocker roughly.
“Me too,” Adam moaned, hoarse for the yelling he did while being so well fucked.
They usually teased each other or just cuddled in silence after sex, but this time Blake wanted to talk.
“I'm getting a divorce,” he said while stroking Adam's hair, their limbs still tangled.
Adam sat up abruptly, “What? Why?”
“Because I don't love Miranda in the way she deserves to be loved. I don't love her like I love you, Adam.”
Blake was baring his soul to Adam, praying that the younger man would understand what the country singer craved; a life together.
Blake didn't ask, but his question was clear as day.
Adam got up, still naked, and lighted up a cigarette.
“Why did you do that, Blake? Why? Everything was working, everything was perfect!”
“Perfect? I'm married to the wrong person and so are you!” Blake was getting angry, he tried to control his tone, but Adam's behavior was unexpected and it hurt.
“Don't bring Bee into this,” Adam spit out.
“Don't bring…” Blake was astonished, “She’s already in this, Adam, does she know that her husband is getting fucked since before he’d met her?”
“Don't you dare!” Adam was furious.
“What? Don't you dare what? If I wanted to tell her don't you think I would’ve already? But you should, Adam!" Blake was shouting.
Adam looked at him open mouthed, “I don't think I should tell her anything, she’s my wife, I don't want to hurt her, I love her!”
Blake's heart broke in that very moment, he dressed slowly without watching Adam and leaving the room said, “It’s over.”
He waited to be in his truck to cry.