Ignorance In Pieces (9/?)
Title: Ignorance In Pieces (9/?)
Author: adamissexable
Pairing: Kradam and Kradison friendship
Rating: NC 17 sex, alcohol, swearing
Summary: During Tour. Kris is trying to get over his failure of a marriage and sort out his newfound 'feelings' for his best friend. Adam catches Kris in a compromising position - angst, sexytimes, and laughter ensue.
Disclaimer: Real in the confinements of my insane mind.
Notes: Drake never existed as Adam's boyfriend. Uhhh....next chapters are going to be a definite NC 17 due to several different reasons, so those of you with triggers of any sort might want to stop reading now.
Sorry, sorry, sorry. Re-edited. Thanks for the heads up - this is in fact Chapter 9!
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This time Adam was prepared though, he jutted his hips forward into Drake’s hand, as he flicked his tongue out to trace the shape of his ear as he whispered, “Say we find somewhere more…private?”
Drake didn’t answer, instead grabbing Adam by the arm and leading him up towards the private rooms in the back. Adam glanced quickly at the table Allison was at, grateful that her and the guy were just conversing, albeit really close together - but he let it slide, not wanting to flake out on what was sure to be great sex with a hot man.
As him and Drake passed their table he winked and waved his fingers, laughing heartily when he heard Megan yell, “Safe sex is the best sex!” He was still laughing by the time they’d reached the private rooms, but didn’t find much funny when he began hearing the faint moans and groans from behind other closed curtains.
Adam was pulled into the nearest empty room and pushed up against the wall, barely getting the chance to close the curtain. His mouth was covered with Drake’s almost immediately and Adam eagerly returned the kiss licking into his mouth, exploring, tasting the first thing that touched his tongue. Drake tasted like weed and tequila and Adam tugged at the hair at the nape of Drake’s neck when he felt strong hands cupping his ass through his jeans.
Adam gasped when the fingers began messaging and curling and he was distracted only momentarily, before attacking Drake’s swollen lips with a newfound lust. Drake groaned into Adam’s mouth when Adam ghosted his fingers across Drake’s chest, pressing harder - his nails dragging across fabric and denim - as he traveled further south.
Adam tilted his head further to the side, hips still moving wildly again Drake’s - this time deepening the kiss even further, lips so frantic against each other he thought his might be bruised later.
The kisses were wet and hurried and oh god Drake was so fucking good with his tongue. He shivered when he thought about where else Drake could use his tongue, dick so hard now it was painful.
Clear what he wanted, Adam dove his tongue into Drake’s mouth swirling it around his tongue, then closing his lips on it as he sucked it slowly. Drake whimpered and thrust his cock into Adam’s, and Adam was forced to pull away when a guttural moan escaped his lips.
Adam’s hips jerked to rub against the other man’s when Drake started licking and sucking down Adam’s neck. Letting his head loll to the side for better access, Adam wrapped his index fingers around the other man’s belt loops and pulled him tighter, rubbing. He needed more friction, and he needed it now.
He let go of the jeans and tried to make quick work of his own, but growled in frustration when he couldn’t get them to slide down. They were sticking to his legs, and every time they lowered the slightest bit, the crotch of the jeans scraped across Adam’s dick and caused him to lose focus.
Drake, sensing Adam was having a problem, nudged his knee into Adam’s crotch, sliding it back and forth when Adam growled approvingly.
Adam took the hint and wrapped his legs around the shorter man’s thighs, his head falling back when Drake thrust into him. Adam bent over to capture Drake’s lips again, kissing him hot and dirty, tongues fighting for dominance as Drake moved them to the couch directly across from the curtains.
Adam was set down first and then Drake was falling into his lap, hips rolling, tongues tangling, and Adam just needed more. Adam felt Drake’s hand on his dick and he pushed his hips into it, reveling in the feel, but it still wasn’t enough.
And then Drake’s hand was gone and he was sliding down Adam’s body, settling himself in between his knees. Adam’s breath hitched as he thought about what was to come, his own hand immediately jumping to his dick, rubbing it thoroughly through the denim.
Drake moaned at the sight of Adam touching himself before nudging Adam’s legs and gesturing for him to lift his hips. Adam swore loudly when the inside of the zipper scratched down his dick before they were pulled off and thrown across the room.
Drake rose up to kiss Adam again, this time softer, sweeter. But Adam was too fucking aroused to settle for anything less than quick and dirty. He took Drake’s full bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled and sucked and licked and he was so hot he was thrusting wildly into his own palm now. Drake’s hand topped his and began moving it quicker and the pressure was harder as pleasure coursed throughout Adam’s entire body.
“Oh, fuck.” Adam swore, his thrusts becoming more frantic and hurried and messy, but it wasn’t enough. He said so and hissed when cool air hit his cock, before it was being stroked roughly. He threw his head back in sheer bliss - It felt so good, and he hadn’t done this in so long.
“Adam,” it was a question, and when Adam lifted his head he saw Drake staring at his dripping cock, licking his kiss bitten lips. Kris…head thrown back, stroking his own cock, lower lip swollen and bright red, caught between his teeth.
There was an uncomfortable pang in Adam’s chest, and it made him suck in a surprised breath. Drake misinterpreted it for approval and suddenly Adam’s dick was being enveloped in warm, wet heat. His toes curled, and his eyes rolled back into his head and he was repeating something in his mind, trying to prolong his orgasm. Kris, Kris, Kris, Kris, Kris, Kris, Kris, Kris, Kris, Kris. It was a silent mantra, and Adam’s eyes flew open at the realization of what he was doing, and at the sudden complication in his already ragged breathing. But you’re so god damn close.
If he could just concentrate, on the feel of a tongue swirling around the head of his cock, the hollowing of cheeks before a tongue is gliding on the underside of his shaft upwards, swallowing his dick. It almost worked, he was so fucking close his whole body was shaking and he searched hard for that string. That piece that would allow him to come undone, but he couldn’t find it.
He was trying so hard - but when he began picturing Kris’s mouth around his dick, Kris’s tongue flat against the underside of Adam’s cock, dragging it upwards before swirling around the head, and Kris swallowing all of Adam as he shook above him spilling his seed right into Kris’s throat - he let out a strangled cry that held no pleasure at all.
Drake must not have noticed the tone of the noise as he continued to suck and lick and swallow so Adam grit his teeth and spoke - his voice husky from arousal and undeniably furious, “Drake. I need you to go. I’m sorry, but I need you to leave. Now.”
Drake just stared at him, still on his knees, contemplating on whether or not it was a joke. He decided it wasn’t when he saw that Adam’s blue eyes, broken, yet enraged - glared into his own.
He got up off of his knees, slipped his hand into his back pocket, and grabbed Adam’s hand prodding a piece of paper into it. “I saw the way you were looking at that guy at your table, if things don’t work out between you and him, call me,” Adam was surprised to find no scorn or taunting in Drake’s voice. He was being sincere, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything without losing his grip completely. Drake nodded at him once, before turning around and exiting the room.
Adam took a second to calm down. He was such a fucking idiot. He had just turned down from what he knew to be a really nice guy in the middle of sex. What. The. Fuck. There should be some kind of law against that. Or not. Because not everyone does the stupid shit you do. His erection was already going away and he stood up to grab his pants and slip them on over his boxers. Adam didn’t open the paper that was in his hand, slipping it into his back pocket - he planned on ignoring it until he got home. He was about to run a hand through his hair, and tug at the locks when he remembered Drake hadn’t touched his hair and as far as he knew it looked fine.
Adam felt his heart rate slow and the panging in his chest seize, as his actual surroundings started to slip back into focus. He could hear moans, and cries, and voices. The voices were whispering, and one of them was oddly familiar. Throaty, yet somehow feminine - and now the voice was giggling?
He slipped out of the room, not bothering to close the curtain and looked to his left. There was an emergency exit - no people along the hallway. He had half a mind to slip out the door and call a cab, but he decided against it remembering he was looking for the source of the familiar laughter.
He then looked to his right and what he saw there stunned him - he felt his jaw pop open, a numb, uncomfortable, tingling feeling spread through his body like wildfire. He gripped onto the curtain reflexively - almost tearing it down in the process - as the sight he saw ahead of him caused his knees to buckle. Willing the tiny bubbles of air in his throat to form something coherent, he choked the word out and felt more than heard it rip through his entire body.
“Alli.”
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