Pink Matter

Tré catches his breath - which Adam happily supplements with quiet, sensual intimacy.

Pleasure, over matter

Slowly, Tré drew a breath. In, out.

His eyes betrayed him as they flitted to the figure on the couch. In...

"You okay?"

The tone carried conversation, but a look to the couch revealed his expression held anything but. Concern, layered with intention, greeted him as the other man gently patted the cushion behind him. Like clockwork, Tré prepped himself to lie atop the couch's other inhabitant, letting himself fall into the larger one's arms as the couch creaked with the new weight.

Out...

Adam's embrace was warm. Familiar, as they let the seconds be. Snuggling in closer, Tré let his mind wander - to the days they left behind, and the days they had ahead. His dependence on the man below for comfort shifted as he remembered the uncertainty, a shiver down his spine pulling him upright. Wordlessly, Adam brought his hand higher to Tré's waist, bringing him back down with a firm but gentle hold.

"Stay," he said, the third word of their entire interaction so far. And they were all Adam, the very man he'd remembered being ecstatic to come home to. So why did this...?

In...

"You sure you're okay?"

Out. "Yeah" came out rougher than he'd wanted it to. Another breath, then. "Yeah."

There was tension in his words. Wordlessly, Adam extended his other hand to Tré's cheek, outlining it with a thumb as the hum of the A/C filled the otherwise silent living area. The exploratory digit breezed over his upper lip, then brushed across his lower one as he studied their shape with his feel. Tré found his heartbeat hasten ever so slightly as the other man let his attention to detail take its toll. A trail down to his Adam's apple, the A/C worked overtime to ensure it was the only thing heard in those quiet moments.

Finally, a trace of his collarbones broke him out of his trance. "Adam," he said, but it came out weaker than he would've wanted.

"Hmm," he hummed, thumb settling on rubbing back and forth in between Tré's collarbones.

In... "Adam!"

The motion stopped, but not as abruptly as Tré would've thought. "Sorry," came a mumble, preceded by a pressure to his back Tré could only distinguish as Adam's face. His features softened as his partner remained buried there.

"Got carried away," his voice came, almost as soft as the name Tré first called out with the precise pressure of his touch. Out...

"It's alright," he said, and for once he felt it. He'd be alright. Quietly, Tré provided a gentle push to Adam - detaching the significant other from his back and back onto the couch. He followed suit with his descent, allowing the other man to better hold him. The venturing hand went from his collarbone to locking with the other one - a two-armed hug that rooted Tré to Adam.

"Let's slow down," he said, remembering his breathing. "Okay?"

In...

"Okay."

Out...