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"That is the most ridiculous idea I've ever heard of, Adam."
"Dude, adding exhaust pipes to your wheelchair would be so sick! C'mon, I know you're down with it." Adam wheeled him into the bedroom, pushing the chair until its large wheels hit the mattress.
Lawrence whips his head to the side to give Adam a scolding glare, "That spits out flames? Adam, where would it- how would you- Oh, you're silly. Just the silliest person I've ever met."
"Yeah, but 'cha love me." Adam leaned forward to give Lawrence a peck on the cheek.
The man-or rather boy at heart-circled the chair to Lawrence's front and kneeled in front of the other. He began their little bedtime routine of tending to Lawrence's stump, getting him dressed, and into bed. Naturally, Lawrence hated Adam's coddling at first. It wasn't like he was paralyzed from the waist down. In due time he grew fond and softer to the fact that Adam wanted to do this for him. Not out of pity but love. Pure love. A love too difficult to ever get used to. Nothing was to be expected in return. It was the first relationship the two had that wasn't transactional.
After carefully pulling the prosthetic off his leg and gently, oh so gently, unveiling the bandages Adam pulled his small box of ointments and other things of the sort. He aided Lawrence's scars; in the same fashion he had done for Adam's own. Lawrence couldn't draw his eyes away from the angel at his feet. (Or rather, foot) A beautiful sight it was; the tip of Adam's tongue poked between sculpted lips as he focused on properly applying Lawrence's bandages. Not too tight, Adam reminded himself, and not too loose. The two locked eyes with each other, Adam's brown irises circled with a forest green illuminated richly in the lamp's cozy light.
Adam began to smile, noting that sappy look in Larry's expression, "What?"
"Nothing," Lawrence murmured, his fingers curled around the wheelchair's handles.
"Yeah, sure." Adam chuckled, rising to his knees to begin undressing the man.
"I could do this part myself, you know."
"I like doing it. Don't you like me doing it for you?" Adam undid the knot to Larry's tie, yanking the strip of cloth from his thick neck.
Lawrence didn't reply. He couldn't, but Adam knew his answer, so words weren't needed.
Adam pulled and extracted Larry's suit jacket from the backseat of the chair. "You're cute when you blush."
"I'm not blushing."
The man on his knees hummed, popping the first few buttons of Lawrence's shirt. Beyond the shirt revealed a layer of chest hair that Adam couldn't stop clawing at like a cat. Despite the better of him, he gave in to temptation, slipping his hand through the shirt to card his fingers through it. Adam didn't let Lawrence's shudder go unnoticed. Retreating, Adam proceeded to undo the rest of Larry's shirt, pulling it away from his body.
"Your blue pajamas tonight?" Adam asked as he busied himself with Larry's belt.
"I was thinking of... none." Lawrence quipped, a slight hesitance to his voice.
Adam's hands paused at the open belt, slowly looking up at the man above him. "You sly dog. Jesus, you can't go around saying shit like that."
Lawrence regretted his choice of words, blushing and shriveling in on himself with embarrassment.
Adam slipped the belt from around the loop of Larry's pants. On his part, Lawrence lifted his hips to help Adam remove his pants. The two synchronized in routine, Adam wrapping his arms around Lawrence's middle as Lawrence tried his best not to be so... vegetative, as he thought he was. Harmoniously the two men stood up and rotated to face the bed. Adam gently settled him down onto the mattress.
"You're beautiful like this, I really mean it."
"Oh, stop it." Lawrence wrapped his hands around the edge of the firm mattress, not knowing where else to put them.
"Wish I could get it to your thick skull that you're still..." Adam returned to the floor on his knees, pressing kisses to the shell of his knee, "...So, so beautiful. You've always been. No matter what."
"Adam..." Lawrence reached out, caressing thick strands of brown hair. "Oh, Adam, you're too much."
"God, I'm infatuated. I'm enamored. Bewitched." His words were punctuated with kisses to Larry's leg, down to the rounded edge of his stub.
"My, what big words," Lawrence gibed, petting Adam's head. His hand led to the nape of his neck, he began to prod at the collar of Adam's flannel.
Adam's mind was putty-far in a trance to conjure up one of his typical comebacks. He'd let this one side.
"Come to bed, darling," Lawrence whispered, tugging ever so gently at Adam's collar.
Like the obedient dog he was, he obeyed Larry's orders. He quickly slithered out of his clothes, leaving them to rest idly on the floor. Adam crawled up onto the mattress and into Lawrence's lap. In a loving embrace, the two used their hands in advance to explore the planes and valleys of their bodies. Soft gasps and shivers were exchanged in the small space between them. Lawrence propped his head against Adam's shoulder as Adam's hands began their adventure down the soft flesh of his back. He pinched and groped the pouches of fat that resided in his torso. Despite what he believed, Adam loved his form. Adam adored how comfortable he was, in both physical and mental factors. How he treasured Lawrence's large stomach, appreciating how it pinned him down in bed. Vulnerable; is the word that comes to mind. Larry had admitted to him one night that he deemed Adam deserved better; a fit man and of his age group. The foolish man supposed that Adam should find someone who could be better service, rather than a "useless fat old man" in a wheelchair. Yet no one else could make him feel so fulfilled. Adam immediately shut that thought down, as anyone should, and showed him how much he loved him. He found immense joy in caring for him. Adam had never felt so needed. Fate had changed one another, and nothing could be done to sever the passion entwined between them.
Declarations of love were bartered in velvety voices, filtered by an unbridled lust. Adam guided Lawrence to lie amidst the silky sheets and pillows before returning to his rightful spot in his lap. He began to create such an obscene presentation of a lapdance, devoting his able body to the man below him. With a hand resting upon his doughy chest, Adam painted firm and agonizing slow strokes of his hips against Larry's restrained dick. In their dance of give and take, Lawrence buckled the hips of his own into Adam's, provoking a sharp gasp out of the man. Adam kneaded and molded Larry's belly, watching the ripples stir in his flesh. Goosebumps aroused on Lawrence's skin with every caress. Lawrence's body was blotched with hues of pink and wore a thin layer of blonde fuzz.
The two joined lips, unfolding kisses that bloomed to tongues. Adam held his breath- for Lawrence's was the only ventilation he needed. Warm bodies coated in a light sheen of sweat lulled and danced together like waves in a harmonious throe of passion.
"I love you," Adam inched his legs towards the foot of the bed, never straying his eyes from Larry's, "Love you, love you, love you . . ."
Something blossomed within Lawrence, petals unbearably ripping him apart. A sentence that once meant nothing to him was now everything. "I love you too, Adam. Oh, how I love you so . . ."
Adam then proceeded to give Larry's crotch open-mouth kisses, feeling him grow taut. He pulled the waistband of Lawrence's boxers without haste, watching it slowly sprout from behind the hem. Adam worked at a steady pace; witnessing pearls of pre-cum dribble from the tip. The view was beautiful, from the hill that is Lawrence's stomach twitching with every jerk, to the horizon line that is his plump pecs. Adam stooped down, slipping his tongue out to taste him. Lawrence reacted immediately, hissing and grabbing tufts of Adam's hair.
"Thank you, Sweetheart," Lawrence panted heavily, "Oh, thank you."
"I just started," Adam smirked, tapping Larry's dick against his cheek before swiftly drooping down until his nose hit the beginning pouch of his belly.
Adam continued his unforgiving ministrations, ascending his head until his pursed lips reached the beginning of Lawrence's cock before swiftly going back down. The rolls of Adam's neck caused a chain reaction, making Lawrence cry out in pleasure. Tears bubbled in both their eyes, equally produced by an overwhelming surge of love.
"Enough, enough, dear." Lawrence pleaded, grasping for air. "God, you're so much."
Adam laughed, sparing him from his skilled mouth. "Don't wanna come yet?"
Lawrence nodded, dropping his head back into the pillows, throwing an arm over his eyes. He felt beaten already.
"You want the main course?" Adam snaked back up to straddle Lawrence's hips.
Lawrence nodded again.
"Yeah?"
"Yes." Came a breathly, jaded voice.
"You're too cute." Adam patted his heated cheek, wiggling out of his underwear.
Keeping ahold of Lawrence's shoulder, Adam reached back-pressing their lust-soaked groins together. Both parties basked in the small moment of ecstasy as Adam sunk to the hilt. Lawrence clutched tightly to Adam's bony hips, lifting him up and down with all his strength. They breathed in a soothing silence, exceptionally pierced by moans and gasps.
"You're so good to me, Adam." Lawrence bounced Adam to and fro, "My sweet boy, how could I ever deserve you?"
The hair on Adam's skin aroused to prickle in reaction to Lawrence's words, his thrusts now powered with fervor. Closing his eyes and holding tightly to Lawrence, Adam strained his haunches before falling back down. The action caused the lewd clap of skin against skin to ricochet across the room. Adam repeated this over and over until nothing else could be heard above the slapping evidence of their lovemaking.
"Such a good, good boy." Lawrence continued, knowing what special power he held above Adam. "You're so sweet to me, baby. I'm so proud of you."
"Jesus-" Adam winced, cheeks blazing pink as ever. "Jesus Christ, I get it."
"Look at you . . ." Lawrence cooed, caressing Adam's firm sides. "So pretty for me."
Adam looked through the watery film that veiled his eyes, nodding in agreement. "All-All for you."
"That's right." Lawrence reached down to the depths between Adam's thighs, finding his clit.
Using two fingers, Lawrence gave Adam tender yet enthusiastic strokes to the erected pearl, hidden under a fold of skin. Delving further, into the layers of heady wetness, the pads of Lawrence's fingers continued their service. He was beautiful; haloed and keening beneath the lamp's golden glow. Their efforts grew vigorous, a telltale sign they were reaching their awaited orgasms.
Lawrence huffed, thrusting his hips with more force, bringing his hand down to Adam's ass and spreading it apart. He pressed his face to Adam's neck, taking in his potent scent. The other arm snaked around his middle, bringing Adam ever closer to him.
"God, Jesus-" Adam panted, his near climax flowering within him, "I'm gonna come-"
"Come for me, baby. You've earned it." Lawrence recited in an equally breathless voice, pressing two fingers hard to his clit and swiping side to side.
Adam saw a kaleidoscope of colors as he experienced a little slice of death by Lawrence's hands. Adam's muscles contracted and held Lawrence snugly around him, leading to his height of pleasure.
"Come in me, Lawrence. I want you to . . ." Adam guided Lawrence's hand to his chest, glancing up at him with round, pleading eyes.
He knew not to refuse, clutching to Adam like he was a lavish, tender vice. Larry's thumbs drew circles around Adam's nipples, to the etched scars beneath them. His seed spilled deep within Adam, fertilizing the love between them. They remained seated like that for some time, bracing eye contact. Breaths began to balance, and patches of flushed skin returned to their normal state. The heat left to a comfortable warmth. That is until Adam began to rise.
"Oh, fuck," Adam coiled to a shudder, witnessing Lawrence's spend drip from his folds-slow and thick like honey. The scene could solicit Lawrence to another round.
Adam collided against Lawrence's equally sticky skin, huffing in his neck. He began to mouth at Larry's double chin, which Lawrence made attempts to defy. With every pursuit of sex they shared, the intimacy between them grew ever stronger. The kind of adoration that created a strong chemical reaction, bubbling heat deep in their cores.
Lawrence held Adam as he turned off the lamp, embalming them in darkness. Adam listened to the reassuring pitter-patter of Lawrence's heartbeat before ultimately drifting into a restful night of sleep.