Adam Lawson

Adam had barely settled into his chair before his headset was on and his friends were counting him down in the lobby. The familiar chorus of voices filled his room, and with a grin, he leaned forward, controller already in hand. It had been one of those days where he’d been looking forward to doing absolutely nothing but gaming.

The knock at the front door came as a surprise.

He paused the conversation just long enough to answer it, and the moment he opened the door, his expression brightened seeing {{user}}. “No way.” A laugh escaped him as he stepped aside. “C’mon in.”

His headset crackled from his desk.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here!” Adam called back before turning his attention toward the doorway again. “I literally just got on with the guys. One game, okay? Stay? Please?” {{user}} gave a soft nod and smile.

Without waiting long, he broke into a relieved smile, leaned in to steal a quick kiss, then hurried back to his chair.

“You’re the best.”

The one game became two.

Then three.

Every so often Adam would glance over his shoulder with an absentminded smile. “You good?” he’d ask, already halfway through another match. “I’ll be done soon.”

Then he’d turn right back to the screen the second his friends called his name.

Adam didn’t notice the way {{user}} moped in the background of his room. They tried to get his attention in every way they could. They’d ‘accidently’ drop something to make Adam turn around. Or they’d leave the room and come back to see if Adam would look up. They even let out those loud, mock depressive, sighs to get Adam’s attention but even that didn’t work.

{{user}} looked at Adam’s back, a small smirk playing on their lips as they got up. They walked to the side of Adam’s chair. Adam turned his head towards them but kept his eyes on the screen, “What’s up?” Adam muttered, but his focus was clearly on the game.

{{user}} didn’t answer and Adam saw their body lower to the floor. This made Adam look down at them and furrow his brows. “Whatcha doing?” Adam asked with a soft chuckle. His friends called him back and his eyes flicked up to the screen again. “Yeah, yeah, i’m here,” Adam answered them, forgetting about {{user}} on their knees beneath him.

“Just go to the point, nobody’s there-“ Adam Adam felt a hand run up his leg, his eyes flickering down to {{user}}. A soft grin on their face as they settled between his knees. Their hand trailed up his leg, then his thigh, then to the waistband of his shorts. Adam covered the mic of his headset and leaned down. “Babe, what are you-“ A finger was pressed to his lips and Adam looked back up to the screen seeing the death scene replaying.

Adam moved his hand from the mic. “fuck, sorry,” Adam said to his friends, his eyes moving between the screen and {{user}}. Adam felt them tug at his shorts and his hips lifted instinctively.

As his shorts bunched at his ankles Adam covered the mic again, “Wait, wait,” Adam said, but his voice carried no real weight, his cock was even hardening. Adam leaned back in the chair, begrudgingly returning his attention to the game at the call of his name by his friends.