ADAM’S HANDS’ LESS THAN EPIC ADVENTURES

2. “So, have you practiced?”

“So,” Blaine smiles smugly as he welcomes Adam in his house a few days later, “Have you practiced?”

“Funny,” Adam makes a face, walking in and throwing his backpack to the ground, “Very funny. Sorry for not laughing, must be a paralysis.”

Blaine laughs, closing the door and walking back to the sitting room, where he finds Adam already sitting on the couch. “I was serious, though,” he says, “I said you needed practice, I wasn’t lying about it. You jerk off as if you didn’t do that often.”

“Yeah,” Adam snorts, looking away, “That may be ‘cause I actually don’t.”

“Yes, I got that you don’t like to touch Leo’s cock, Adam,” Blaine sighs, “No need to repeat it.”

“No, I mean, generally speaking,” Adam insists, turning to look at him, “I don’t jerk off on my own that much either.”

“Good grief!” Blaine cries out, a hand on his heart, “But that’s terrible, my dear. Why would God give you a cock, for you to just ignore it?”

“I’m not saying I hate to do it,” Adam glares at him, “I’m just not a sex addict like you lot, is that a crime?”

“Jerking off should be a daily activity, like brushing your teeth and eating your vegetables,” Blaine shrugs, “Helps you relax, get to know your body better, not to mention the unspeakable bliss that having an orgasm is. I don’t know how you survive without having one at least once a day.”

“As I said, I’m not an addict,” Adam snorts, “That’s pretty much my secret.”

“Alright, alright,” Blaine laughs, amused, “Good to know there are yet more issues with yourself we need to resolve.”

“I don’t—”

“Jerk off, now.”

“What?” Adam almost chokes on his own breath.

“Jerk off,” Blaine repeats in a small laughter, “Are you deaf?”

“…just dumbstruck.”

“Oh, please,” Blaine laughs again, slapping Adam’s thigh, “Nobody’s been using that word since 1935.”

“Still,” Adam swallows, “Why d’you want me to—”

“You told me you don’t let Leo touch you,” Blaine explains with half a smile, looking at him, “You said it’s because you don’t want to touch him, and so you think it’s unfair to expect him to touch you. What I think is that every single word you said is bullshit.”

“Excuse me?” Adam frowns.

Blaine’s smile just widens. “You heard me,” he says, “What I think is that you never really processed and interiorized your attraction towards not only Leo, but the male human body to begin with. You’re an artist, you’re used to see things as subjects to portrait, not treats to desire. That’s how Leo sees you, though. You’re a treat. You’re like a candy he saw in a shop, and that he wants to suck at hard until it consummates.”

“I’m not a candy,” Adam protests, blushing wildly at Blaine’s choice of words, “I’m his—”

“Boyfriend,” Blaine smiles, “I know. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to suck at you like you’re candy. You can bet I would, if you were my boyfriend.”

“Luckily, I’m not,” Adam says, making a face.

“That’s beyond the point,” Blaine laughs, “What I’m saying is, you can’t keep looking at him as if he was some Renaissance painting in a museum. He’s a guy, with needs and kinks, just like I’m sure you are. You still have to find out yours, he already knows his own, but that’s irrelevant, because what matters is that now you have to share as much of them as possible, because you’re together. And being together means to share everything.”

“Jeez…” Adam sighs, looking away. He’s still blushing, and that’s somewhat cute. “Are you my therapist, now? Should I rethink this whole thing and bring money, next time?”

“Or,” Blaine laughs, amused, “You could stop wasting both our time and start masturbating. Put your hands on yourself, Adam!” he says, encouragingly, “It’s your body! You must know it, what it likes, how it reacts to different things! In my experience, it’s literally impossible to have satisfying sex with someone else until one hasn’t had satisfying sex with oneself.”

“Well,” Adam pouts, “Nobody ever complained, before Leo.”

“That’s because none of them were Leo,” Blaine shrugs, “Leo’s hot. He’s had sex with half the campus and me. All the people you’ve been with, Adam, they were amateurs.”

“And Leo’s a professional?” Adam asks, arching an eyebrow.

“In a way,” Blaine chuckles, “What I mean is that he’s experienced. All the others were just thankful enough to have you between their thighs. You’re hot, you’re popular, you’re the quarterback of the college’s football team, nobody cares for how you fuck, they’re grateful when you decide to fuck them already. But Leo’s different. You’ve got to skill up for him.”

“Can’t be just sex, it has to be quality sex,” Adam tells himself, thinking about it, and then he sighs. “You know, I always believed sex wasn’t really important, in a relationship. You know, that love always comes first and so on.”

“And who said it doesn’t?” Blaine arches both eyebrows, looking at him, “Of course love comes first. Love had you waiting for years before you finally had him. Love made you overcome all the uncountable pains of being boyfriend with a guy like Leo. Love brought you here,” he smiles, “It made you ask for help to the person you hate most in the world, just to keep your relationship with Leo safe. That was love, and it’s what matters more. But it’s not all that matters.”

Adam sighs, trying to relax against the back of the couch. “It’s still awkward,” he says. “Even though I know it was my idea to come here, and even though I still think you’re the right person to help me… it still—”

“Stop thinking about me,” Blaine interrupts him. He stands up from the couch and walks behind it, kneeling on the floor. “Close your eyes and listen.”

“What the hell are you doing there?” Adam asks, turning around and trying to peek at him, but Blaine bends over, hiding behind the back of the couch with a giggle.

“Forget about me,” he says, and Adam sighs, annoyed, sitting down and leaning his head against the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling. “Just listen to my voice.”

“This is stupid.”

“I’ve got to meet a friend for lunch, can you just stop whining and do as I say?” Blaine asks, and there’s kindness in his voice, despite the mocking clear in his laughter.

“Okay, okay…” Adam snorts, closing his eyes and breathing in, trying to relax. “So what?”

“It’s six PM,” Blaine says, his voice sounding incredibly close to Adam’s ear. Maybe too close, close enough to make Adam feel the featherlike touch of his breath on his skin.

“No, it’s not,” he whines, biting his bottom lip and trying not to pull away, “It’s almost noon.”

“Shut up,” Blaine chuckles, “Be a good boy and go with the tale. It’s six PM and your classes just ended. You walked out of the house this morning, grabbed a bite of something on the way and you haven’t seen the sunlight for the next ten hours, busy as you’ve been with lessons and practicing.”

“Are you trying to wear me out?” Adam sighs, fighting the urge to open his eyes to check on how close Blaine really is.

“I’m trying to make you concentrate,” Blaine says, his voice soft, too close for comfort. “You haven’t seen Leo once, today. You walked out while he was still asleep. You’ve been craving him for hours, now.”

Adam moistens his lips and then tortures them with his teeth, closing his hands in fists around the cover of the couch. “…yes,” he whispers. He feels Blaine’s smile against his neck, despite being fairly sure the man’s not even touching him right now.

“You come home, and you expect Leo to be out. He always is, isn’t he? Out with Annie, out with Matt, out with Whatshisname and Whatsherface,” Blaine smiles, thinking about all the times he wanted to surprise Leo and he went to find him, only to discover he was out shopping or grabbing a coffee at Starbucks with some friends. He can tell it’s the same for Adam, by the way he frowns when he hears him talking about it. “But not this time,” he goes on, and Adam’s features relax, “He’s home, and the moment he lifts his eyes on you, you know he’s been craving you just the same.”

The picture Blaine’s voice is drawing comes alive in Adam’s mind. There Leo is, on the couch. He’s curled up in the corner as he often does, barefoot, his knees to his chest, lazily reading some comics. He turns to look at Adam and Adam feels the sudden rush of urgency that Leo’s eyes always give him when they look at him that way.

He brings both his hands to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. He lifts his hips from the couch to take them off, but Blaine’s hands press on his shoulders, keeping him still. “He doesn’t leave you the time to undress,” he says, and Adam sees Leo run towards him, press his body against his own, kiss him all over as he always does. In the fantasy, he even lets himself kiss him all over too, despite the fact that he usually doesn’t. “He’s hard as hell, and you are too. He notices, when you touch, and the next thing you know is he slipped a hand down your pants, and he’s stroking you. Slowly.”

Adam lets out a small whining noise. He knows what Blaine’s asking him to do, and he finds it irritating. It’s torture, and he doesn’t like the idea that he could stain his pants if Blaine doesn’t let him take them off.

On the other hand, Blaine practically ordered him to keep them on. Somehow, having to comply makes it hot.

He slips a hand down his pants and underpants, touching himself gently, following the rhythm Blaine’s voice is imposing on him. “He closes his fingers around you,” Blaine says, and Adam does the same, “And he moves his fist up and down around you. His skin is hot and barely sweaty. You slip through his fingers easily, there’s almost no friction, and you love it.”

Adam arches his back, moving his hand a little faster. He tugs at the cover of the couch, his head thrown back. Blaine’s breathing against his skin, and there are wild shivers running up and down his spine. “Yes,” he whispers, panting a bit, “More.”

It’s too easy, Blaine smiles at himself, getting a little closer to Adam so to be able to speak in an even lower voice but still be sure he’s going to hear him alright. “At some point he starts to fidget,” he says, watching Adam as he swallows loudly, his eyes stubbornly closed and his hand moving quickly all around himself, despite his pants and underpants making his movements clumsier, “You know how he does, don’t you? When he gets impatient.”

“Yeah,” Adam exhales, licking his lips as he sticks his free hand underneath his own t-shirt, rubbing his fingertips against his stomach. Blaine can’t help but look down. He can see nothing, but somehow not being able to see makes him horny. He’s going to have to meet his hand privately too, once Adam’s gone.

“Yes, you do,” he smiles a bit, “He starts rubbing himself against you, his hands are everywhere. And he kisses you, and how good is he at kissing? Don’t his kisses make you want to grab him and turn him around and take him right against the wall, just where you are?”

“Yes!” Adam almost yells, his back arching beautifully as he moves his hand up towards his own chest, his other hand tightly closed around his erection, stroking it fast.

“And you do it,” Blaine whispers, “You grab him by his shoulders and you push him against the wall. He arches his back and pushes his ass out towards you. He’s asking for it, he’s begging for it, and you can’t make him wait anymore. So you push his sweatpants down, just barely, just enough to uncover him, and then you push yourself against him, and in a second you’re inside him, and he’s so hot, he’s shaking, he’s screaming your name, and the next thing you know—”

“I’m coming!” Adam screams, his whole body shaking wildly for a moment, his legs stretched and rigid and then suddenly limp and weary as he lets himself fall back on the couch, breathing heavily and still trembling with each and every wave of his orgasm that runs through his body.

“Yes,” Blaine chuckles, standing up and stretching his legs, tired from kneeling, “Exactly.”

“Whoa,” Adam pants helplessly, barely opening his eyes to watch as Blaine sits back besides him, crossing his legs, “That was… whoa. Is it always like this, when you jerk off?”

“Yes,” Blaine chuckles, “I try to keep it interesting. You know, I’ve been doing it since I was, like, thirteen. It’s either keeping it interesting or get bored with it. And, as you saw, it’d be a pity to be bored with it.”

“Yeah, but it’s never like this when I jerk off!” Adam insists, recovering quickly and turning to look at him, “It’s, I mean, it’s good enough, but it’s not… this was mind-blowing, Blaine, seriously!”

“Then you should do it more often, don’t you think?” Blaine just says in a small, amused laughter.

Adam nods to himself and stays quiet for a very long time, as if he was incredibly busy processing in details what just happened to him. Knowing how slowly and rigidly his brain works, Blaine doesn’t doubt it to be true.

Then Adam looks up at him, and his eyes are clear, though somehow a little worried. “You remember him well, don’t you?” he asks.

“Who?” Blaine says, trying to act casual, but when Adam frowns, angry, he sighs, “Well, yes, I do,” he concedes, “He was my boyfriend for three years, after all, wasn’t he?”

“Three years and a half,” Adam corrects him.

“What, have you been keeping count of the days?” Blaine mocks him, annoyed with where this conversation seems to be heading.

“Yes,” Adam answers, simply.

Blaine turns to look at him and sighs again. “You don’t have to worry about me,” he says, “I’m not a threat to you and Leo anymore. I’m out of the picture, remember? I’m only here because you want me to, but when we’re done you won’t see me ever again. Does this make you feel better?”

Adam doesn’t answer to this. He keeps looking at him, his brown eyes deep and concentrated on him. “Do you still love him?” he asks.

“Love him?” Blaine frowns, backing away a little. He doesn’t want to discuss this. Why would Adam want to know, even if it was so? What does he care? He’s the boyfriend, now, isn’t he? Blaine’s nobody anymore. “What makes you think so?”

“I don’t know,” Adam shrugs, looking down, “Just… the way you talked about him, before, I guess. As if you could see him or something.”

“I was trying to make you see him,” Blaine points out, “It was for you, not for me.”

Adam looks back at him. “You still haven’t answered the question, though,” he says.

Blaine swallows and looks away. He’d like to tell him to fuck off, that it’s none of his business, anyway. His voice just doesn’t come out.

“It’s okay,” Adam says, and when Blaine looks up at him again, he’s smiling, “You don’t have to answer and it was rude of me to ask. Sorry.”

Blaine shrugs, standing up. “Don’t worry,” he sighs, “I’m used to deal with you kids, always saying the wrong thing. It’s already a lot that you apologized.”

Adam chuckles, standing up too. “Listen,” he asks, “Can I take a shower, and maybe borrow something yours? I’m all sticky, it’s disgusting.”

“My clothes will never fit you,” Blaine answers in an amused laughter, “You’re too tall.”

“I’ll squeeze in it,” Adam answers, shrugging, “I fit into Leo’s, when I have to, I’ll fit into yours as well.”

“Maybe,” Blaine chuckles, “But how are you going to explain him about wearing different clothes that aren’t even yours?”

Adam smirks smugly, his hands on his hips. “I’ll have to come up with something,” he says, “After all, aren’t you helping me to improve my imagination?”

“Ah, look at you,” Blaine laughs, “Am I turning you into some lying bastard?”

Adam laughs, shaking his head. “That can’t be,” he says, “I’m not you.”

The sound of his voice is funny and light, and it’s nothing but a joke. Blaine knows it, and he doesn’t get angry at him.

Somehow it still hurts, though.

to be continued