“Imagine wrapping your lips around my dick again. That had felt so good I almost came on the spot.” Emil’s breaths quickened, and so did the movements of his hand over his cock. He shifted closer to smell Adam but refused to break eye contact, making sure Adam knew how much Emil desired him.
Adam’s nostrils flared, and while Emil couldn’t see him jerking off at that angle, the soft sound of flesh rubbing against flesh filled his head with images that fuelled his imagination as much as the sight of Adam’s handsome face did. “It tasted so good too. Like I was about to drink your essence.”
Emil’s whole being screamed that Adam should do it again then, but if Adam was afraid, then Emil wouldn’t push him. He eventually looked down, shivering with lust when Adam’s hand moved up and down his dick. Unlike Adam, it held back no secrets. It was eager, long, erect, and Emil was sure Adam would have loved having it sucked.
Emil let out a strangled moan and jerked off faster, already knowing he’d make sure to come on Adam’s skin, and his reluctant lover followed his lead, until the quiet clearing filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and gasps. They were barely touching, but Emil could sense the heat of Adam’s body as he imagined that warm mouth sucking him in, that blond head working back and forth in front of his hips, the warm palms caressing his balls.
“I can’t resist you,” Adam said as his hips started bucking with the excitement of approaching orgasm.
Emil would have leaned in for a kiss even if it meant he’d get his lips seared by infernal fire. Pleasure trampled over him like a herd of bison, but he didn’t look down at his spunk painting Adam’s skin like he’d planned, too focused on the soft lips that took away his breath.
For a moment, he could hear the distant sound of drums and flutes triumphantly providing a soundtrack to this moment of perfect connection.
Adam moaned, pushing into the kiss as he shook and shot his cum between their bodies, eager to roll into Emil and entwine their legs. His face expressed absolute ecstasy, not tainted by fear and falsehood like the first time the two of them had had sex. Tonight, his joy was unadulterated and so pure Emil wanted to drink it up and use it to forever chase away his own loneliness.
“Emil…”
“You’re so lovely,” Emil said with a smile, still catching his breath.
He was happy, even if he knew this would only last five months. He would spend the summer of his life with Adam and refused to look forward. He wouldn’t waste a single day, wouldn’t leave Dybukowo unless it was in Adam’s company.
Everything else could wait.
Chapter 15 - Adam
Clouds took the strangest forms above Adam’s head, yet somehow all of them reminded him of bodies twisted together for pleasure.
He exhaled, weightless on the surface of the lake, which kept him drifting in the cool water while the sky constantly changed. A shiver ran down his body when the gentle breeze licked his damp cock, yet another reminder that he’d once again let Emil talk him into something he shouldn’t do.
A priest should not swim naked in public. Nobody should unless they were certain there was no one about. It was early in the morning, and the lake was a fifteen minute walk away from the village, but it was still vacation season, and someone might get the brilliant idea of making use of the beautiful day. Especially as August was coming to an end.
He had no idea how he went from adamantly refusing to participate in the skinny dipping to following Emil’s lead, but it seemed like the perfect metaphor for his recent life.
He’d come to Dybukowo to avoid the temptation of male flesh, only to meet a man who tempted him like no other. He’d hoped celibacy would keep him away from sleeping with men, and he ended up losing his virginity under the influence of an infernal force—that fortunately seemed gone from his life. And still, despite his conviction to never let himself go like that again, he’d been having sexual relations with Emil for the past two months.
Each time he returned to his narrow bed at the parsonage, he begged God for forgiveness and ruminated about the implications of living in sin without the resolve to clean up his act any time soon. But every morning he got up already thinking of Emil, starved for his attention like a needy puppy.
Emil was an addiction he couldn’t make himself kick. He knew that the persistent sin made the soul rot, knew they were putting themselves in danger of being discovered every time they were together, but Adam still couldn’t resist Emil’s touch and his wide, handsome smiles. Most men in his position would have at least had the decency of promising themselves every time was this one last time, but he’d made his decision back in the ravine, and he wouldn’t go back on it even if it left him in the horrible limbo of joy and guilt.
He only had three more months left with Emil, and he intended to get his fill while this summer of the heart lasted, so he could think back to it with fondness in the lonely years to come. Once he left Dybukowo, he’d never experience the harrowing need for someone’s presence, never long for them so strongly it made his throat ache. A piece of him would stay behind with Emil, leaving him incomplete and unable to love ever again.
He choked up when he thought of leaving Emil behind. He could already see it. The last, discreet touch as the bus arrived, and then watching him disappear in the distance, alone in a village that had no place for someone like him.
A bitter end to a summer of love that should have never been.
Tears were close to welling up when something pulled on Adam’s leg and dragged him under the surface. The stupidest thought he’d ever come up with hit him first—that a drowner was pulling him all the way down. And the one that came next was even sillier—there could be no drowners in the water because he’d blessed the lake, as if legendary creatures were real in the first place.
The strong hand dragged him down, and he barely managed to catch a gulp of air before he was plunged into the water.
Emil. Of course.
The story of Adam’s life made literal. Emil kept pulling him deeper and deeper into murky waters he should avoid. But as he opened his eyes and saw Emil smile in the greenish depths, his long dark hair floating around them like tentacles, giving in was the only option. He stroked Emil’s side and pressed their lips together before playfully pushing him away and emerging to the surface.
“What are you doing? I’m too young to die!”
“I wouldn’t let you drown,” Emil said as soon as he appeared and pulled Adam in for a hug that was perilously close to getting sexual.
Adam met his gaze, his hands settling on his lover’s hips, but he remained undecided and splashed his face before swimming off on his back. “You say that now.”
Emil laughed and grabbed his ankle. “Come back here!”
Maybe that was why his mother really didn’t want him to come here? This sense of isolation that made sin come so easily, because it felt that nobody would ever found out. She and Dad got talked into participating in a pagan celebration, and maybe she knew temptation wouldn’t spare her son either? Whatever happened in Dybukowo, would stay here forever—hidden away in the valley.
Water splashed Adam’s face, and he burst into laughter, letting Emil pull him closer as the clouds obscured some of the sky. With most of their bodies underwater, the physical closeness in public was easier to excuse, and he looked up, biting his lip as Emil pushed back the hair that stuck to his face.