Because maybe he had. A slow nod.The shorter one exhaled. Gay sex Wasn’t just strong. Fuck, he was. Saw the way he was gripping the wood of the bench now, like he needed to hold himself in place. Their towels were barely covering them now, their own cocks straining, hard from nothing but the weight of this conversation, the knowing between them of exactly what they had at home.The shorter man wiped sweat from his jaw, his grin gone lazy now, slow.“So what are you gonna do now?”Adam’s jaw clenched. You let it go too often, you get weak. And they are.”A slow smirk.”They don’t know what happens when they come home.”Adam’s stomach flipped. The towel at his waist barely hung on, barely concealed what was obvious to all of them now. Rolled his shoulders back. And instead of teasing him, instead of smirking and leaving it at that, they kept talking. The shorter man, the thick, broad one, ran a hand through his damp curls, watching Adam’s chest rise and fall, watching the way he was gripping his own thigh, like he needed to keep himself grounded.He smirked.
