Adam braced his hands against the headboard, but he couldn't even hold that for long. His entire body felt liquid. The white-hot pleasure shot through him, turning his muscles to useless mush and his brain into a haze in which the only clear thing was John.
John. John. John.Instead of all the noise that used to constantly torment him, Adam's mind was clear. Right then, all that existed was John. John's powerful body. His rock-hard dick slinging into him over and over. Those sexy-as-hell grunts and moans as he moved faster and faster and faster.
Then John suddenly stopped, dropping Adam's hips back onto the bed. John bent over him, gasping for breath, reaching up to lace their fingers together while he traced fleeting, open-mouthed kisses all over Adam's chest.
A moan tore out of Adam's throat. “Daddy,” he gasped.
John lifted his head so that their noses almost touched, his gaze intense as he stared right into Adam's eyes. “I love you so much.”
Adam blinked rapidly, feeling the sudden urge to cry. “I love you, too.”
A grin slowly spread over John's face. The man tightened his grip on Adam's hands, then slowly rocked his hips back before slamming forward again.
“Oh fuck,” Adam gasped. He felt riveted by John's gaze, pinned beneath his body. With John bent over him like that, wrapped around him so close, Adam felt trapped and cocooned and utterly, blissfully safe. “Daddy,” he barely managed to get out before he sucked in a breath in surprise. “Oh my god. Right there. Right there!”
John's grin turned almost feral as the man pegged the same spot over and over, but the grin slowly slipped as a look of pure, animal pleasure took over his face. “Baby,” he gasped.
Within another few thrusts, Adam screamed.
And John followed him a moment later, grunting in Adam's ear as his cock pulsed inside Adam's body. He collapsed on top of Adam, his head on Adam's chest.
Adam felt tears sting his eyes again. He yanked his hands free of John's hold so he could hug the man instead, needing him closer, needing as much pressure against his naked torso as he could get.
John gently rubbed his cheek against him. “I can feel your heartbeat,” he murmured.
Adam grinned as tears slipped silently down his temples.
“Adam?” John asked, tipping his head back, looking up at him with worry.
“I'm okay,” Adam said with a sniff. “I'm just so fucking happy.”
John grinned. “Me, too, baby,” he whispered. He gave Adam a quick, soft kiss before resting his head right back down over Adam's heart. “Me, too.”
By the time they got disentangled from one another and cleaned up, John's coffee machine kicked on in the kitchen. Adam let John drag him out of bed, then shrugged on one of John's t-shirts, loving the way the oversized garment hung on him, teasing his skin, making him feel like a part of John was touching him everywhere.
“Fuck,” John gasped, pausing in the middle of pulling on some lounge shorts. “I will never get tired of seeing you in my clothes.”
Adam laughed. “Sure you don't wanna throw me back in bed?” he asked, turning around and lifting the hem of the shirt just enough to show off his bare ass.
John growled. “Later,” he promised. “Give Daddy a few minutes to recover, at least.”
Adam chuckled, giving his hips a little extra wiggle as he walked out of the room ahead of him.
They lingered over coffee and breakfast, then wound up back in bed when the storm suddenly raged harder outside. Eventually, the rain let up, and even though the sky was still completely dark with clouds, they decided to take the chance while they had it and head out to the vineyard.
There was one last thing they had to do to close the book on their grief and guilt for good.
John drove them across town in his brand-new pickup truck. Adam sat silently in the passenger seat, smiling softly to himself as he held his dad's urn in his lap. They left the city proper and headed down the country road that led to the vineyard, seeing hardly any traffic, thanks to the weather and it being a weekend.
They pulled into the vineyard, heading silently along, not even playing any music, as they circled the property until they reached the riesling fields.
John shut off the truck, took off his seatbelt, and turned to look at Adam. “You ready?”
Adam nodded without hesitation.
They got out and paused to survey the view. The charred vines had all been ripped out and taken away, leaving the land bare, the soil churned up and desolate. The majestic oak trees looked lonely with nothing to stand guard over, nothing to surround them but dirt and mud.
Adam glanced at John. There was a bittersweet smile on the man's face, but he didn't look broken by the sight before them. If anything, John looked contemplative. Even hopeful.
