Brendan and Adam sat next to each other on the couch watching the wrap-up of the game they had just played on ESPN. They each held a beer and their hair was still damp from the shower they had taken after making love when they had returned to Adam’s hotel room. Brendan had once again used his master spy skills to get into the room without detection.
Their lovemaking had been spectacular. It seemed as if Brendan was trying with every fiber of his being to communicate his love for Adam. It seemed all for Adam’s pleasure. Adam was the victor, and apparently the spoils of that victory were Brendan’s complete intention to pleasure the conquering hero in every way he could.
Adam, using the condom Brendan had remembered to supply, had topped him, and the intense expression of love on the man’
