Ian's Heart - 15. Chapter 15 - Adam

“You ready Adam,” Ian smiled adjusting the flowers I’d sent him at school today.

“Yep,” I turned to Pat, “Sure you don’t want a ride to meet Sasha?”

“Nah! I’m good, thanks for the offer. Ollie’s picking me up and we are going out to dinner then the movies with him and Kat,” Paddy smiled, “Now you kids be home by midnight, no running around the streets wild and making a nuisance of yourselves.”

“See ya later Brat! Make sure your home by midnight, okay,” Ian started walking down the hallway with me in tow, smirking at Pat. I like that kid, he’s cool and funny, never carries on nor is he ever rude.

Once we were out the door, I took Ian’s hand and led him down to my car. He stopped me before I opened the car door for him. He leaned against my car and pulled me to him. Ian’s eyes searching mine for a moment and he stretched upward and put his lips to mine. The kiss was soft, slow, and sensual almost erotic. He pulled back slowly, “Happy Valentines Day,” his tongue licking his bottom lip.

A smile crept over my face, “Happy Valentines Day to you too, Babe,” I let my body sink into his against the car, making sure he could feel my arousal.

“If you keep that up, we’re going to be giving the neighbours a show from the back seat of your car,” Ian chortled but reached up again kissing me. Cheeky bastard.

After a little making out, and some heckling from Ollie and Pat in the parking lot of Ian’s apartment building, I opened the door to my car letting Ian get settled while I walked around to the driver’s side. Once we were at the restaurant, the hostess seated us. It was bookings only with allotted times and set menus because of Valentine’s Day. The restaurant was dimly lit by candles on all the tables, with a single rose in a holder, the place humming quietly with couples murmuring or staring into each other's eyes. It was a romantic setting and not really our thing at all. I kind of wish we’d gone back to the bar where we had our first date.

“I hope you don’t mind they had a set menu we had to pick from. For a starter, I chose the Bruschetta, for the mains I ordered a chicken parm and pasta with seafood marinara. I thought we could share and have some of both,” I told Ian hoping he’d be happy with that.

Ian’s smile lit up his face, “Sounds good,” he murmured reaching across the table for my hand, I slid mine closer for him to take. “Thank you for organizing dinner for us,” Ian’s face filled pink with a blush as he spoke, he’s so damn sexy. I love to make him blush, it usually gives me a little thrill, in this romantic setting, it stirs movement in my pants. I tried to attend to my growing problem as inconspicuously as possible. Unfortunately, the man at the table across from us caught me and smirked, only because I busted him doing the same thing. It took everything I had not to bust out laughing right there in the restaurant. I’ll have to tell Ian that later. Ian gave me a quizzical look, I waved him off for now. He nodded, and we continued talking about everything and anything, but mostly the conversation kept coming back to us.

“When do you leave for your folks?” Ian asked.

“Friday night, you?”

“Saturday morning, we’d get to the airport to late otherwise,” He smiled, “My Mom won’t let me hire a car “it’s a waste of money” when they could just pick us up,”

“I’d go Saturday if I could but I have Benny’s birfday party,” I chuckled, “As he calls it, on Saturday. He has called me three times to make sure I’m coming,” I said wistfully.

“How old is he?”

“He’s going to be four, but he thinks he’s forty,” I laughed.

“Sounds cute,” Ian smiled.

“He’s adorable, he even has a little girlfriend, my old Captain’s daughter. They’re like a little old married couple.”

Our starters came, then our mains arrived directly after, the timing was swift, but with a good flow, we didn’t feel rushed. By the time we’d finished our mains, we were too full for dessert and asked for it to go. We got up from the table and as I passed the guy who’d caught me adjusting he winked, and I couldn’t help but smirk back at him. I took Ian by the hand, and high tailed it out of there.

“Did you know that guy?” Ian asked, and I gave him a questioning look, “the one that just winked at you?” he sounded a little jealous. I chuckled as I turned the key in the ignition.

“No, but you got me a little hot and bothered, and I had to adjust myself, that guy busted me. But he was doing the same thing.”

Ian just about busted a gut laughing – Jackass.

“Hey chuckles, it’s eight-thirty, do you want to go and see a movie?” I asked pulling out of the restaurant parking lot onto the road.

“Do you want to come back to my place and watch a movie instead, Pat probably won’t be home until his curfew?” Ian asked me.

“Are you sure?”

“Adam, we’ve barely spent a night apart in nearly two weeks. I like you being with me - unless you would rather go to your place, I understand if you need space,” Ian put his hand on my knee.

I shook my head, “No, I’m okay, I like being with you too, I always want you with me,” I put my hand over his and squeezed. I headed for Ian’s place, Paddy wouldn’t be home for hours. It’s shaping up to be a good night. Probably not as romantic as I planned, but nothing has ever gone smoothly for us since we started dating, and that doesn’t bother me one bit. How boring it would be if things happened as you expected them to. I like us, it’s exciting, carefree, passionate and never ever how I think it’s going to be.

We finally reached Ian’s apartment, he let us in and suggested I find a movie, “Oh, I went to the market and got you your winnings from the Superbowl,” he pointed to the fridge and went into his bedroom. I found something on Netflix for us to watch, then went to the refrigerator. Inside was a paper bag with the market logo on it. I pulled it out and looked inside, there are two large punnets of strawberries and a can of whipped cream. The image of Ian, covered in whipped cream and strawberries got my heart rate up. I let out a low growl, there was a note on the top punnet of strawberries – “Champagne in the fridge, flutes on the bench.”

He planned this, man, I’m the luckiest guy on the planet. I grabbed the champagne flutes, the bottle, and the paper bag and went into Ian’s room. There was my man laying on the bed naked, hard and one-hundred and fifty percent gorgeous. My cock twitched, and a surge of arousal went right through my body compelling enough to make me flinch. I felt everything slipping through my fingers, I juggled to try and catch them but knocked it all forward as it all spewed onto the bed away from my reach. The punnets of strawberries flew open and went everywhere over the bed. Ian didn’t laugh but smirked, while he picked up one of the plump red berries and brought it to his lips, sucking on it seductively. I couldn’t get my clothes off of quick enough.

Now naked, I picked up the glasses and put them on the nightstand, swept the berries as best I could to the top end of the bed, and launched myself on top of Ian. I sat back on my knees over his thighs, so I was sitting up straight. He is so freakin’ sexy, his body lean yet slightly defined, his skin smooth and unblemished, and that happy trail, my God, that happy trail. My mouth was salivating, I reached for the bottle of champagne and pointed it away from Ian so the cork wouldn’t hit him. I knew it would blow because it had been shaken when I dropped everything. You know what they say about good intentions – right! Well, I concentrated on the bottle, as the cork was about to pop, Ian, leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth. I flinched at the unexpected sensation and changed direction, the cork popped, hit the wall above the bed with such force, it flew back at me just missing my ear and then wedging itself into the closet door. I jumped, Ian nearly choked, and we both fell off of the bed landing on the floor tangled with the bottle still in my hand, raised in the air and spewing champagne all over us.

I quickly lifted myself to my elbow and looked at Ian to make sure he was okay. He looked a little dazed, “D…did…wha…” He then hefted himself on his elbow, looked over at the closet, looked at the bottle, then back at the closet door. He took the bottle from me and gulped a few inches then gave the bottle back to me. He laid back down on the floor calmly then proceeded to laugh so hard I thought he was going to wet himself. I laughed intermittently with Ian, resting the champagne bottle on the floor out of the way so we wouldn’t knock it over. Ian was laughing and squirming, I bent over him and lapped up the champagne from his body, licking and sucking the tingly fluid. My actions only made him squirm and laugh harder at the same time complaining it tickled. I eventually gave up after the third flying elbow to my head, we were both laughing so loud I’m surprised the neighbors weren’t banging on the walls or front door.

I sat up, taking the corner of the sheet, tugging on it till it came loose. Then gently pulling it toward me, so the berries and can of whip cream didn’t fly at us off of the bed. Wrapping it like a bundle moving it down to the floor, letting it fall open so I could reach our givings. The first item in my hand was a strawberry, I quickly de-stemmed it and held it between my teeth moving to Ian, who was finally slowly calming down. I pushed it against his lips, he opened for me, and bit into it, juice gently oozed against our lips and dripped down the side of his cheek. I used my tongue to catch it and clean him up. He smiled as he chewed the remnants of the berry. I leaned in kissing him seductively while my hand reached for the can of whipped cream. I shook it while holding Ian’s attention with my mouth, then moved it to the other hand. I pushed the nozzle and cream piled onto his nipple. He started laughing again.

“Oh geez, that’s so cold,” his body shook while he laughed. I smirked and moved my mouth down to his nipple scooping up the cream, then biting the pink nub before licking and soothing the pain. Ian threw his head back, his hands cupped the side of my head, “Ah…fu...Adam!” Fuck, I love the sounds he makes. I growled and moved to the other nipple repeating my actions, the smile on my face couldn’t get any bigger while I watched his face. I made a whipped cream line running from the nape of his neck down over his groin, then decorated it here and there with strawberries. Ian lifted his head to see, he commented laughing, “What are you doing?”

I smiled cheekily, “Making an Ian Sundae,” his head dropped back to the floor. I saw his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. Chuckling I moved over the top of him and started on my Ian Sundae. He laughed, wiggling under me, and helped me eat the strawberries. Every time I hit a berry, I moved to his mouth and shared it with him. Once all the cream and strawberries were gone, he was writhing and moaning all worked up, sticky from champagne and the fruit. I moved to his ear and whispered, “I want you inside me,” the thought of it made my entire body tingle in anticipation. Sure I’m a little worried it will hurt, but when Ian get’s that look on his face when I penetrate him… I want to know what that feels like. I want to be connected with him in every way.

After a moment to let it sink in he sat up quickly knocking our heads together, we were both laughing and holding our heads, “Are you sure? You don’t have to, it won’t matter to me if you never bottom.” Ian said concerned rubbing his forehead.

I nodded, “I want to,” I said smiling, he ran his finger over my dimple, “I want to know what puts that look on your face, I can’t seem to ever get close enough to you. I need to feel you, have you in every way,”

Ian cleared his throat nervously, “Hop back on the bed, I don’t want your first time to be on the floor.” I stood up and held my hand out for Ian, he grabbed it and lifted himself up. While got on the bed, Ian grabbed the lube and a condom.

“No cover Babe, we got tested for a reason. I only want you, as long as your comfortable with it,”

Ian smirked and flicked the foiled packet over his shoulder making me laugh. He got on the bed and climbed over me, his head dropped down, and his lips met mine in a chaste kiss, “Thank you for tonight, only you could make sex this much fun,” he rubbed his forehead chuckling, “and I think you gave me a googy egg. Not sure how I’m going to explain that.”

I burst out laughing, “What’s a googy egg?”

He pointed, “The lump on my head,” he laughed.

I shook my head laughing again, cupping his face with my hands, pulling him to me for a kiss. I pulled back and looked into his eyes, without even thinking I blurted, “I love you,”

“I know, I love you too,” Ian grinned, he leaned down again and kissed me passionately. He kept kissing me too while he prepared me until he hit that magical place hidden within.

“Holychristonacracker! Do that again,” I yelled breathlessly and my hips chased his fingers. He crooked his finger again hitting that magic place, “Now… inside me… Now!” My eyes rolling back in my head. Holy crap! Ian pulled his fingers from inside me. Noooooo! Put them back! He indicated for me to turn onto my stomach, then pulled me, so I was on my knees. My head buried in a pillow anxiously waiting for him to continue. I gasped when he entered me, he ran his hand down my spine. I could feel my arousal dropping away.

“Bear down, like we talked about,” Ian said calmly, his hand soothing my nerves.

“Hmm…” I hummed through gritted teeth, the burning sensation from stretching me didn’t last long, when I felt comfortable, I gave him the okay and did as he told me. Once he was all the way in he waited before moving. My need for him and arousal was back in full force, “Babe if you don’t move, I will clench and rip that thing off you,”

He pulled back a few inches and slid in again, a moan leaked from the back of my throat. Ian pulled back further each time until he was all the way to the tip and would then he would slide back into me. I never knew how many nerves were down there. The sensations made my head spin, I pushed back against him trying to tell him to go harder, my mouth wasn’t working. He got the message adjusting his position, holding onto my hips he pulled back and slammed his hips hard against me hitting that button on the way sending me out of this world. I moaned, groaned and grumbled incoherently until I felt the sensation of my orgasm heightening. That tingling in my spine, my balls pulling up, my gut warm with anticipation of release.

“Aw, I’m gonna… I’m going to cum,” I mumbled, “I’m…I won’t last much…”

“Do it, cum for me,” Ian panted, his hand reached around to stroke my cock as he spoke, his movements were quick and sharp. I swear stars burst in my eyes as everything erupted at once, I called out his name, Ian went right after me, he moaned, and I felt him release inside me. Oh, my God, that was… that was… I don’t even know how to put it into words. Ian released his hand and slowly pulled out of me then slumped onto my back. My entire body was like jelly, and I collapsed onto the bed. Oh crap! I just landed in the wet spot. I moved to my side away from the spot so I could face Ian. He smirked knowing why I’d moved. We were both breathless, panting, sweaty and sticky. Flinging my arm across his waist, I pulled him to me, so he was now laying on it, and our sweaty, sticky selves were touching.

Ian tried to breathe and laugh, “You asshole,” he lightly slapped my chest.

“I know,” I panted and smiled, my free hand pushed his wet sticky hair out of his face. I swallowed, my throat and mouth were dry. I leaned forward and kissed his lips quickly. We lay in silence, with the occasional chuckle, trying to calm our high. “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed or had this much fun with sex before,”

“I know I haven’t,” he chortled, “It just get’s better every time.”

“Hmm, it does,” I mumbled, then yawned.

“Oh, no you don’t, we need a shower and to change these sheets. I don’t even want to think about what it looks like down there,” Ian pointed to the floor laughing.

“Yeah,” I kissed his forehead smiling, still trying to calm down, “I don’t think I’ll forget tonight in a hurry.”

“I don’t either, we should make it a Valentines Day tradition.”

<>-<>-<>

I didn’t get to see Ian much for the rest of the week, except for dinner Thursday night, but we spoke on the phone and text. My hours were all over the place, the FBI was in town. I stayed at my place mostly, not that I was there much either. It felt like one stake-out after another. The case was hotting up, it probably won’t be long before something big goes down.

My weekend at my parents went to plan, to start off with, I flew down Friday and they picked me up from the airport. I sent Ian a text so he wouldn’t worry.

Adam: I’m with my folks, safe and sound. Miss you. xx

Ian: Good, have a good time and call a lot, miss you. xx

“Morning, Ma,” I greeted my Mom, walking into her kitchen.

“Sit, sit, I’ve made breakfast,” she said setting a plate down on the table and pushing me into the seat. Mom turned and grabbed two more dishes from the bench and came back to sit at the table. Dad ambled in a moment later.

“Oooh, yum, my favorite,” he said, “Mmm…scrapple,” he poked his fork at his plate smiling.

“You got the toddlers party today?” Mom asked.

I smiled, “Yeah! Benny, he’s so great. Cutest kid ever, he’s half adult, half innocent little boy.”

The table went silent after that, I knew Mom wanted to say something about Anna and my baby to come, but thankfully she didn’t say anything. Every time I think about missing something in my baby’s life my heart almost breaks. I was so looking forward to becoming a Dad, I have to find Anna and my baby some way. My thoughts drifted to Ian and Patrick, they have such a great relationship. Then I remembered Thursday evening and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. My Mom looked at me, and Dad kind of chuckle grinned in my direction.

“What?” he said his eyes lit with amusement before he knew why.

“Oh, um, I just thought of something funny,” I chuckled nervously.

“Well, it must have been good, do tell?”

I bit my lip contemplating whether to tell or not but it was too funny not to share, “On Valentines Day, I popped the cork on a champagne bottle, and the cork stuck in the wall. When I went back to Ian’s on Thursday night, he’d glued a frame around it.” I laughed, I left the rest of the story out for obvious reasons.

“This is the new boyfriend?” Dad said making a rolling motion with his fork like he was trying to remember his name.

“Ian, yeah,” I said flatly.

Dad’s head dropped, and he went back to eating his breakfast, “Good, good, you look happy,”

“Thanks, Dad, I am,” he looked up for a quick second and smiled, Mom reached over and squeezed my forearm smiling. Well, that went a lot better than it could have, they’ve been very standoffish about the whole, Adam has a boyfriend thing.

After breakfast, I showered and changed, grabbed Benny’s gift from my bag and made my way over to Alex and Tracy’s, Benny’s Dads place. When I arrived, there were people and kids everywhere. I walked through to the backyard where the party was happening, Benny came running over to me at the full force that only a four-year-old could. He yelled, “Uncle Adam,” all the way over to me, I picked him up for a hug, and he didn’t disappoint. With his little hands on my big shoulder’s, he pulled back, “You comed to my birfday party!,”

“I told you I would,” I smiled. He nodded his little head, “I think this is for you,” I said handing him his present. He threw me another hug.

“Fanks, I go put it on the table wiv the uvers, I did get lots of presents today. Later you wanna come meet Promise, you haven’t met her yet,” the little boy said excitedly.

“I would love to meet Promise, what’s a Promise?” I chuckled.

“My horse silly,” he said seriously.

“Oh, of course, you let me know when and we’ll go meet her.”

“Yay, oops, down, Daddy is calling me,” he said and ran off with his gift as soon as his feet hit the ground, screaming “Look what Uncle Adam gived me,” Alex looked up, and over my way, I smiled and waved, he returned the semi greeting.

I spoke with my old Captain and partner, it was nice seeing them and catching up. There was also a family from Kentucky, I only talked to the one boy, a teenager, his name was Will. I’m sure Ian has mentioned Paddy has a friend named Will a couple of times, but it couldn’t surely be the same kid. I never said anything, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. He was talking to Remi, my old partner at the time, and they were discussing what Will’s friend could do to become a police officer. I gave him my card then my phone rang, and I excused myself.

“Hey, Babe, how are things up there?”

“Um… good, yeah not to bad,” his voice was wrong, I felt a chill run through me and my chest tightened.

“What’s wrong?” I asked concerned, “I can tell somethings up,”

“Don’t panic, or get upset,” Ian huffed.

“What?” I pinched the bridge of my nose, bracing myself.

“We had a little bit of an accident, everyone’s okay, nobody’s injured,” Ian said.

“What? When?” Don’t panic my ass.

“This morning,” he said warily.

“Why didn’t you call me Babe,” I felt my stomach going into revolt, I’m sure I was going to lose my breakfast and lunch. I saw Alex and Tracy come in my direction looking worried, “Are you hurt, what about Paddy?”

“No, not really, a tiny bit of whiplash, nothing to worry about, Paddy has a little bump on the head. That’s all,” Ian said calmly,

“That’s all! I can’t believe you didn’t call me, I’m coming up there – tonight,”

“No you don’t have to, stay and visit with your family, we’re okay really, don’t waste the money,”

“It’s not a waste of money, Babe, I’m coming,” I hung up the phone angry with a huff.

“Everything okay?” Tracy asked tilting his head.

“Ian and his son were in a car accident this morning, they’re up in Connecticut. Sorry, I’m going to have to go,” I must sound like an idiot.

“Of course, we understand, come into the office, and we’ll organize a flight while you calm down,” Alex instructed me to follow him. Once we were in the office, Tracy sat me down and brought me a coffee while Alex organized my travel. My leg was bouncing in anxiety the whole time, different ridiculous scenario’s running through my head about the accident. I pictured Ian and Paddy in the hospital with broken, everything.

“Okay, I managed to get you on a flight late this afternoon. I also booked a standby home TBD. Just ring them when you know when you want to fly, go to the Avis counter and there’ll be a car hopefully waiting for you,” Alex handed me a piece of paper. I reached for my wallet, and he put his hand up to stop me, “It’s on us Bud,” I slumped in the seat, and blew out a breath.

“Um… so who’s Ian?” Tracy asked quietly, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I looked at both of them frowning, “He’s my boyfriend,” I murmured, dropping my eyes. I wasn’t ashamed, but they had no idea what was going on with Anna or even knew I was seeing someone. I hadn’t done a very good job keeping up with my friends in Florida.

“What?” they said at the same time, I could hear the surprise in their voice.

“Anna left me just after I met you guys, I was embarrassed, so I didn’t say anything. Then the job came along, and I took it. I met Ian about four or five months ago, but we’ve been exclusively seeing each other for a month or so.

“I thought you were straight,” Tracy said, sitting back in the couch.

“Hmpf… so did I, you’re not the only one. To say I was shocked would be an understatement, but he’s… I don’t know… him. I can’t explain it, he’s it for me,” I said rubbing my brow.

“Yeah, love can really bite you in the ass,” Alex laughed, “Tracy is going to drop you off at home, can your parents get you to the airport?”

“Yeah, thanks. You guys have done more than enough. I promise I’ll do a better job of staying in touch,” I said as I stood, then giving my friends both a hug, “Please give Benny a big hug from me, I don’t want to interrupt his fun. He looked so happy out there,”

“We will, come on Romeo, let’s get you to your… well Romeo,” Tracy chuckled.

“Funny,” I laughed.

<>-<>-<>

It was just after midnight when I reached the airport, and about one am by the time the car was sorted. Of course, the rental place had closed, and I had to do everything by phone and deal with airport staff to get the keys. I didn’t mean to complain, I’m tired and worn out. I tried to ring Ian, but he didn’t answer, so I tried Paddy; Ian had given me his number before they left on Friday.

“Hello,”

“Hi Paddy, it’s Adam. Are you okay, how badly are you hurt?”

“It’s just a bump on the head, no biggie,” he said flippantly.

“Sorry if I woke you, I was after your Dad, but he didn’t answer.”

“Oh, Nan gave him some strong painkillers, he went down like a sack of… you know,” he chuckled.

“Oh okay, listen I need the address for your grandparent's place, I’m in Connecticut, but I’ll get a hotel tonight. I’ll be there first thing in the morning, are you sure you two are okay?” I asked worried they were lying.

“Stop busting for information cork popper, we’re fine,” Paddy answered, “It is cool that you came though, thank you, I’m sure Dad will be thrilled.” Yeah! I’m not so sure about that, “I’ll text you the address, goodnight Adam,”

“Night Paddy, I’m glad you’re okay.”

I ended the call and found a decent looking hotel for the night. The next morning I woke, had a shower and changed then drove to Ian’s parent's place. I pulled into the driveway, I couldn’t get to the door quick enough to make sure he was okay. I hadn’t even thought to be nervous about meeting his parents, my only concern is that he and Paddy are alright and safe.

I knocked on the door, Paddy answered and let me in. I walked into the living room, and Ian came through from a doorway. His face gave away that he was in pain, but it still lit up when he saw me. I moved to him swiftly and checked him out quickly from head to toe making sure he was in one piece. He chuckled softly, “Honey, I’m okay. I told you that, just a little headache from a sore neck, but otherwise, I’m fine. I’m glad you came.” I leaned down and kissed him gently so as not to hurt him.

I heard someone behind him gasp, “Adam?” a familiar shrill female voice screeched.

I looked up in shock, “ANNA!”