Finding Home (8 page)

Grams’ face went blank. “Adam, you’re not playing with that boy’s feelings are you? We both know you don’t tend to stick around, and he seems like he doesn’t need that.”

Adam wrinkled his nose at that. He was expecting Grams to tease him, but he wasn’t expecting to be chastised for something he didn’t do. “It’s not like that, Grams. Did you know Wednesday was his birthday, and he spent the day on a bus? So I took him out yesterday to celebrate. I just wanted to do something nice for the kid, and we ended up having pizza at my house. We watched a movie, and he fell asleep on my couch, so I just let him sleep.”

Grams’ expression softened. “You went through all of that trouble for this boy?”

Adam grinned. “Yeah, he’s really nice, and I enjoyed spending time with him. He’s had it bad, I can tell, but he won’t talk about it.”

“He doesn’t trust you yet, Adam, because he doesn’t know you. Continue to be a friend to him; I think he needs that more than anything else right now,” Grams advised, and Adam knew it was what he needed to do. He just didn’t know how to put a lid on the feelings he was quickly developing.

Well, fuck!

*****

The rest of that day flew by for both Adam and Dillon. Adam headed in to the shop for a long day of appointments, and Dillon walked up to the Target only to find out that, unfortunately, they were not hiring at their particular location. They did know of some locations around the city that were hiring, but they weren
’t close to the motel which disheartened Dillon to no end. He ended up doing a little food shopping while he was there so that he had some things to eat in his room that didn’t come from a vending machine. After he made it back to the motel, he took a nap to pass the time and then watched some television.

He’d ventured into the office to the vending machine to get something to drink at one point. Doris was happy to see him and asked several questions about his time with Adam. She seemed genuinely thrilled that he’d found a friend in Adam. He chatted with her for a while and then retired to his room.

When ten o’clock rolled around, Dillon’s heart was thundering in his chest as he reached into his pocket and pulled out Adam’s business card. He climbed up onto his bed and settled under the covers, dialed the number, and waited for Adam to answer.

“Hey, Dillon!” Adam greeted him as soon as his phone rang. He knew the number well enough to know it was coming from one of the motel’s rooms.

“Hey, how was your day?” Dillon asked.

“Long. I did like six tattoos today, but it wasn’t terrible. How did your trip to Target go? Did you get an interview or anything?” Adam had been curious about Dillon’s inquiry all day, and he was anxious to find out if Dillon would be sticking around or not.

“They weren’t hiring there, but they said there were a few locations around town that they knew were hiring. They gave me some addresses, but I don’t know where any of them are.” Dillon sighed. He was well aware of how badly he needed a job, and the day had been so discouraging.

“What locations?”

Dillon told him to hold on and found the list of locations in his wallet. He pulled it out and read them off to Adam who was mentally calculating distances for Dillon until he heard the magic location.

“Hey, the Target off 72
nd
and Dodge is only about half a mile from my house. Want to check that out tomorrow?” Adam asked, a plan already forming in his head.

“But how far away from here is it?” Dillon asked. “Isn’t your house quite a long way from the motel? How in the world would I make that work without a lengthy, expensive commute every day?”

Adam felt like he had bats beating around in his stomach and chest. He was incredibly nervous as he prepared to make Dillon an offer that Adam hoped he wouldn’t refuse. And didn’t that just scare the hell out of Adam?

Fuck it! Just ask!

Adam’s hands were shaking as he answered Dillon’s question. “You could move into my spare bedroom, and then your commute wouldn’t be bad at all. You could use the bicycle in the garage to get to and from work if I can’t drop you off.”

Dillon’s jaw dropped as the words Adam spoke registered in his brain. He was sure he’d heard him wrong. Had Adam just offered to let him move into his house? “What?” Dillon asked, needing clarification.

Adam’s nerves calmed down a bit as he grinned from ear-to-ear. “You were wondering about why I don’t live with roommates the other day; why couldn’t you be my roommate?”

“Adam…” Dillon started in a warning tone.

Adam knew exactly what Dillon was about to start in on, and he was ready to put an end to it before he got started. “Dillon, this is not charity; so don’t try that. This is me trying to help a friend out. You need a job, and where you’re staying out there, you don’t have a good shot at getting one. I want you to stick around. I have an empty bedroom, and we already know we get along, so why not at least give it a shot?”

Dillon’s resolve was dissolving quickly. He couldn’t think of an argument for Adam’s logic, and he was at a loss of how to turn down the opportunity to spend more time with Adam. But he had one condition. “I’m paying you rent if you want me to live there.”

Adam knew better than to fight him on this. “Okay, fifty dollars a week and you can help buy groceries. That’s the only offer I’m willing to accept,” Adam informed Dillon who couldn’t believe his luck.

“That’s a very… generous offer.” Dillon couldn’t begin to express how grateful he was to Adam for his kindness and willingness to help him. “Okay…” Dillon agreed. “If I get the job, then I’ll move into your guest room.”

Adam wanted to jump up and do cartwheels or backflips or something to physically express the joy he was feeling, but he tried to act cool instead. “Awesome, man. I have to be at the shop early tomorrow afternoon, but I can come out in the morning and pick you up so we can see about getting you a job. Sound good?”

“Yeah.” Dillon’s face was about to break he was smiling so hard. “Sounds great.” Dillon audibly yawned at that point, and Adam could hear the sleepiness creeping into his voice.

“Why don’t you get some sleep, and I’ll be out in the morning, okay?” Adam’s instincts to make sure Dillon was taken care of were flaring up big time, and he still wasn’t sure why he felt so protective of his new friend.

Dillon was exhausted and knew he was about to fall asleep. The tension he’d been feeling about jobs and permanent places to stay was slowly melting away, and that felt amazing. Adam’s voice was soothing and coaxing him toward unconsciousness as well. He didn’t want the moment to end, but he also didn’t want to be rude and fall asleep while talking to Adam. “Thank you, Adam… so much,” Dillon whispered gratefully. He knew words could never fully express how much he appreciated what Adam was doing, but he wanted Adam to know regardless.

“Anything for a friend, man,” Adam replied honestly. “Good night, Dillon.”

“Night,” he mumbled before ungracefully plopping the phone back in its spot and snuggling under the blankets, falling into a deep sleep.

Adam was pleased with how well that had gone when an angry bark from the back yard reminded him that he had almost forgotten to bring Parker inside for the night. So he pulled himself out of bed and went to the back yard to bring in the dog. He offered Parker a bacon flavored doggy treat as an apology, which he accepted greedily, and they both headed off to bed.

*****

Dillon didn’t normally dream. Or at least if he did, he didn’t often remember them, but that night he was having the most delicious dream about Adam. He’d been insanely curious as to whether Adam’s tattoos stopped on his arms or if he had them all over his body. In this dream of his, Adam slowly strip-teased in front of Dillon. With each article of clothing he removed, he revealed more brightly colored skin. Dillon wanted to take his time, wanted to study each individual tattoo, and he intended to trace every single line with his tongue. It was like he was possessed, and the only way to expel the demon was to devour Adam’s skin with his mouth, tasting every single inch, color by color.

Dillon was hard as a fucking rock and moaning as he savored Adam, teasing him with feather-light flicks of his tongue in all of his most ticklish spots.

Adam arrived at the motel bright and early. He didn’t want to wait to see Dillon again, but, as he approached the door to room ten, he heard groaning, and it sounded like Dillon was in pain. Adam didn’t think as he hurriedly removed his wallet and pulled out the master key that he had for all of the rooms. Grams had given it to him since he helped with repairs, and she trusted that he would never take advantage of it in ways that were immoral, but he couldn’t bear the thought of Dillon hurting in any way. He quickly unlocked the door and rushed to the bed.

“Dillon!” he practically shouted, trying to wake him up without scaring him. Adam placed his hand on Dillon’s lower back through the sheet. The comforter had been kicked off, and Dillon was on his stomach, bucking wildly into the sheet. “Adam,” he cried in a strangled moan.

“Dillon. Wake. Up!” Adam commanded loudly, punctuating each word with force. His head was racing with thoughts of what could be wrong. Dillon’s head snapped to the side, and his eyes went wide when Adam’s face popped into view within inches. Dillon reached out with one of his hands and pulled Adam to his lips, kissing him firmly and slipping his tongue into Adam’s mouth. He came hard into his sheets, groaning loudly against Adam’s lips when Adam’s tongue responded to him, licking deep into Dillon’s mouth. Adam couldn’t believe what was happening. Dillon definitely didn’t seem like the aggressive type, but he damn sure wasn’t arguing. Dillon sighed happily, mumbling to himself, “Best dream ever,” before rolling over and closing his eyes again.

“Dillon?” Adam shook him gently but firmly. “Dillon, wake up.”

Dillon’s eyes open slightly, and he was confused. This voice sounded so much different than the one in his dream, clearer and much closer. “C’mon, Dillon, time to get up sleepyhead.” Adam brushed a piece of hair off of Dillon’s forehead, and that’s when Dillon realized that Adam was in his room, sitting on his bed. He rolled to face Adam when he felt the wetness in his sleep pants.

His face froze in apparent shock and embarrassment. “Adam? What are you doing here? How did you get in my room?” It was coming back to him quickly. He knew that final kiss felt different from the other kisses in his dream, way too realistic, and that’s what had pushed him over the proverbial edge in dreamland.

“I’m sorry, Dillon; I used the master key to get in. You sounded like you were in pain, and I had to get in here,” Adam explained, his eyes begging Dillon not to be upset.

Dillon wasn’t upset; he was fucking mortified. “Did I just…” He gestured toward his crotch with a sweeping hand motion. “…fucking molest you in my sleep?”

Adam didn’t know what to do or how much to reveal. “You… uh… just kissed me…”

Dillon closed his eyes and pulled the pillow over his face. He groaned loudly, deep from within his chest. He was going to die of embarrassment right in that fucking motel bed. His first fucking kiss and he wasn’t conscious for it, let alone aware of whether it was consensual or not.

“Adam… I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry…” Dillon stuttered though half an apology.

Adam put his finger up to Dillon’s lips to quiet him. Then he gently cupped Dillon’s face with both hands and forced him to look directly into Adam’s eyes. “Hey, it’s perfectly natural. Nothing to be embarrassed about, okay?”

Dillon closed his eyes again. He couldn’t look at Adam when he admitted it. “I forced you to kiss me and came in my pants like a pre-pubescent teen. I’m fucking humiliated.” He rolled away from Adam and buried himself under the sheet, trying unsuccessfully to hide from his friend.

“Dillon, that kiss was hot and watching you like that was a total turn on.” Adam wasn’t lying. He was so hard from watching Dillon come that he felt like he could burst at any minute. Dillon peaked out from under the sheet. “Really?” he asked in disbelief.

Adam grabbed Dillon’s hand and put it directly on his jean covered hard-on. “Is this proof enough for you?” Adam smirked as he squeezed Dillon’s fingers gently which put delicious pressure on his cock. He hissed as the sparks ignited in his blood, sending shock waves throughout his veins. “That’s pretty impressive,” Dillon whispered. He couldn’t believe that he was being so bold, but Adam’s hand kept him there and that was indication enough of what Adam wanted. Dillon didn’t want to disappoint him. He began firmly stroking Adam through his jeans which led to some amazing sounds pouring from Adam’s mouth. “Oh, fuck, Dillon, that feels so damn good,” he praised as he leaned back on both elbows. “It won’t take much.”

Dillon slowly crawled closer, knowing from experience how uncomfortable it was to come in your pants, so he unbuttoned Adam’s khaki shorts and slipped his cock out from its confines. He stroked several times rapidly, and then, from absolutely out of nowhere, he leaned down and sucked the tip of Adam’s cock into his mouth. The unexpected heat and wetness, combined with the fact that Adam knew,
knew,
it was Dillon’s mouth on his cock had him shooting his load deep into Dillon’s throat with a shout. It was thick and salty and the first cum Dillon had ever tasted that wasn’t his. He was immediately addicted and wanted more of Adam.

Adam’s t-shirt had ridden up on his stomach revealing several nautical star tattoos, and Dillon could feel his spent cock begin to stir. It was so hot. Adam’s hand on his face brought him back to reality. “That was amazing, Dillon.” His lazy smile and relaxed demeanor was so sexy that Dillon forgot to be embarrassed for a few moments as they stared into each other’s eyes… at least until the cum in his pants started to dry.

“I… um… I better go shower.” He darted off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. He started the shower, and then peeled off his dirty sleep pants, trying carefully not to pull too hard on the hairs and hurt himself.

Dillon hurried through a shower, making sure to clean himself thoroughly, as Adam sat at the table in the main room and chastised himself for allowing that to happen. He suspected that he’d just taken advantage of Dillon, and that made him feel like a total asshole. The way Dillon had jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom was a great indication of how much he’d screwed up.

He remembered Grams’ advice and vowed not to make that mistake again. He didn’t want to ostracize his friendship before it really had a chance to get started. Dillon finished up his shower and dried off before he realized that in his rush, he hadn’t grabbed any clean clothing. He reluctantly wrapped the towel around his waist and exited the bathroom.

Seeing Dillon in nothing but a skimpy motel towel was not the way for Adam to test his new resolve of not molesting his friend. Dillon’s body was slender and defined. You could see the outline of muscle everywhere and not an inch of fat anywhere except his ass, which was perfect, from what Adam could tell. He kept his groan of frustration under wraps and tried to look away as Dillon dug for clothes in his bag.

Dillon noticed Adam trying not to look at him and realized that he’d pushed things too far and made his friend uncomfortable. He hated himself for that, but promised that he was going to be sure to behave from now on. He wasn’t going to ruin the best friendship of his life.

When Dillon exited the bathroom, with clothes on this time, Adam broke the silence. “You ready to go get yourself a job?” His smile seemed to be forced though, Dillon thought.

“Yeah, let’s do this.” Dillon grabbed his hoodie, wallet, and room key off of the dresser and followed Adam out of the room.

*****

The ride to Target was filled with uncomfortable silence, and both of them were unsure of how to break it. Once they arrived, Adam walked around the store, just browsing, while Dillon talked to the manager on duty, Marissa, at the customer service counter. She had him fill out an application and was impressed by his work history at his old job, so she interviewed him right away and hired him on the spot.

Dillon was elated. He couldn’t believe that things had finally turned around for him and that his life seemed to be heading in a positive direction. He thanked Marissa profusely and made an appointment for the next afternoon to start training and filling out his new hire paperwork. Then he quickly worked his way through the store until he found Adam looking at sheets.