James Lowell

“Now what kind of massage did you think this was? Or maybe you are just a young pervert.” He smirked, though looks alone it would appear of some sort of age difference, but it wasn’t  all that big. “Mmm, it’s always a rough week.” The man chuckled, brow cocked. “What gave it away?” He teased, eyes shutting as he eased back. Those hands were nice, soothing, easing away the tension that the past few weeks have brought. 

“Hey, don’t turn this around on me, you’re the one telling me to to be careful with your sensitive crotch,” he let his fingers clasp threateningly around Chris’ nipples, but didn’t pinch or twist enough to make any sort of discomfort. “The second I see any sort of movement under that towel, it’s over,” he teased. The younger healer could only roll his eyes, “Ah, the life of a Founding Father. Everyone wants or needs something from you, and nobody’s willing to help.” Gradually he let his hands slide further down Chris’ torso, to his abdomen, “What gave it away? Oh I don’t know, the fact that every muscle and joint is hard and as stiff as a rock. You should really think about investing some time in yoga.”

“Some of the best aren’t always licensed, natural talent perhaps?” He smiled, glancing back over at the other male. Like those hands on him, they were fairly nice, oddly so he wasn’t meant for this but still had a nice touch. “You see, that feels nice.” He pointed out, lips parting to release a small laugh. “Just easy around that area.” It was after all his most sensitive, his biggest weakness, and his biggest soft spot. 

“Hey who said this was going to be that kind of a massage?” he grinned down at him, letting his fingers dig into the older man’s muscles, rubbing away whatever tension he could find. “You’re a dirty old man, Chris,” he winked down at him, though he wasn’t afraid to let his hands wander lower, though just low enough to find his chest. He palmed the man’s muscular pecs, letting that healing power radiation from his hands into the man’s muscles.  “Gods you’re tense. Rough week?”

   Lately he’s been tense more so than normal, and it just so happened he decided it was time to relax and take a breather. Which is how he ended up here, white towel placed over his crotch as he laid back, hands moving along his body in all the right places. A massage was the easiest way to make him unwind, joint tight, muscles tense and body aching. 

With his towel wrapped loosely around his waist, James sauntered in close behind the other founding father with a light chuckle. “Fancy meeting you here, Chris,” his tone was low, he could tell the larger man was about as tense and stressed as he was, and sometimes you needed a quieter environments. “I know I’m a doctor and all, but you know I’m not exactly licensed for this,” he teased, letting his fingers knead at the muscles in the man’s shoulders, already knowing where exactly to apply the pressure, and where Chris was storing the most stress. It was his shoulders, it was always his shoulders.

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“Definitely a lot more likely, Logs. As if I could say no to you for long. I don’t think even Adam could blame me for that.”

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“Gangbang? Let’s not get carried away.”

“Not to sound like a thirsty bitch or anything, but have you seen the men in our city? What do you think?”

Chris just laughed, looking over towards James with a smile. “No one is going to want to mate with some old man who already has two kids and lost his previous almost mate.” He sounded more like a hassle or train wreck than anything else. “So don’t you worry about me, focus on you and your mate.” He smiled once their drinks were ready, sipping at his almost as soon as it was in his hands. “Yeah, home, maybe nap, or shower.” He shrugged, taking another sip. “Where are you headed?” 

“I don’t know about that. You’d be surprised what people around here are willing to overlook,” he chuckled. “Besides, you’re a catch, and you know it. You own your own business, you’re beautiful to look at, you’re kind, a family man...” he chuckled, “Feel free to stop me when I’ve said to much,” he bumped his shoulder against Chris’ affectionately. “You’re my friend, Chris. Of course I worry about you. I want you to be happy to. I honestly didn’t know you were this lonely until now.” He shrugged when the question was of his plans had been posed. “I was going to head back to my place to do some paper work. But if you want some company for the afternoon, I’ll walk with you back to your place, or give you a ride.”

Adam was not a jealous man. He was mature enough to know there were very few things he could do to stop someone from straying, if they really wanted to. But possessive… now that was a trait James could bring out from him without doing much of anything. He wanted to mark James as his. To rub off his scent, his pheromones and to leave the signs of how hungry James left him. In return, he didn’t really mind when James was as equally possessive back.

“Fuck,” Adam cursed under his breath at the way James’s hand felt around his shaft. He was probably going to quip something smart back, if this was another situation, but given how needy James was making him, Adam just gave in. Reaching behind his back, he grabbed his fiance’s ankles and pushed them open with one strong move. He straddled his fiance, never breaking eye contact for even a moment, and pushed down his briefs to bring out his hardened length. He ran a gentle thumb on that plump, pink and delicious lower lip of his fiance, and then cupped his chin. “Open up for me, babe,” he whispered, eyes misty with lust, and then very slowly spread a single pearly drop of pre-cum over James’s lips, directly from the head of his cock.

That quip felt like an invitation for another bite and Adam did just that; this time making sure to sink his teeth even deeper and hoping to leave a mark. He could feel himself bulging up further and further the more pressure James applied with his legs. It took exactly one second for his attention to slip and James freed up a hand. That was exactly what Adam loved so much about their lovemaking - they always seemed to second-guess their moves and always kept each other at their toes.

Adam let James take his moment of freedom before catching his hand again. “Looking for this?” he purred and guided his fiance’s hand to the insides of his underwear, brushing his now thick and solid member with James’s fingers. 

“Ah! Fuck...” he whimpered the second he Adam’s teeth sank into his peck, around his nipple. “Chris... baby,” he let out a breathy chuckle, not sure if he was glad for or regretting goading his lover. He knew by the end of this, he’d have multiple marks up and down his body, and at this point he didn’t care. He wasn’t ashamed to belong to Adam, and whoever noticed the bite marks and hickeys on his chest and neck, he’d be more than happy to tell them what they meant. 

Adam kept pushing James’s hands, rebelling in the reaction and noises he was fishing out. He could feel his fiance stiffening under him and that alone made him want to continue kissing more vigorously; to push down his body even harder so his muscular buddy rubbed and felt that of his lover. “Mhm?” Adam asked, more teasing than curious, as he gently loved a crown’s mark with his teeth, all over James’s nipples. “Have something to say, love?” he teased as he started to grind his hardening bulge against the stiff cock under it.