The Things You Do For Love (Part Two)

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Part one over there - http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/7712.html
Other than that, keep on keepin' on.


Kris barely restrained himself from accepting the latter option. Him and Katy had discussed his relationship with Adam before, but they’d never come to a final decision. The closest they got lingered somewhere around all three of them. His cock jumped at the idea. “How the hell am I supposed to just start talking like she’s here or something?”

Adam cocked his head to the side. “Okay, pretend I’m her.”

Kris couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe it was the alcohol, but trying to imagine Katy as Adam or Adam as Katy was beyond hilarious in his mind.

Realizing his words, Adam joined in the laughter, falling against Kris. He gasped when Kris sobered up and turned his head into Adam’s neck, mouth gliding against his skin as he tried to catch his breath. “Yeah, yeah,” Adam breathed out shakily. He cleared his throat. “Fine, just tell me what you’d do to her.”

Kris opened his mouth, then shut it. There was not enough alcohol in the world for this. He jumped when he felt a hand on his thigh, fingers kneading warm circles into the denim. He fought the urge to shut his eyes and lay his head back. “I can’t.”

Adam smirked at Kris’s reaction, shifting closer and running his hand further along Kris’s inner thigh, not oblivious to Kris’s growing bulge. “I think you can. She’s told me some of the things you two have done, some of your…kinks.” Adam didn’t try to fight his arousal, remembering his and Katy’s conversation a few days ago. He bent his head into Kris’s neck and nuzzled the skin there, laying a kiss when Kris’s head lolled to the side. “If I’d known you like getting fingered…”

Kris blushed brightly when Adam pulled away, trying ignore the burn from Adam’s mouth at his neck. “Katy told you that?” He winced at how high his voice rose.

Adam laughed, blue eyes liquid with sudden desire. “I taught her that, Kristopher.”

Kris’s jaw dropped open, cheeks still burning. He thought if he spoke he’d choke on his tongue.

“On me, of course. And I have to say, she’s a quick study.” Adam continued with a wink, noting Kris’s flustered expression.

It was too much for Kris. He felt his sanity unravel, the images of Katy’s fingers deep in Adam’s ass, slick with lube and Adam groaning beneath her, cock hard and…Kris couldn’t even bring himself to be annoyed, or angry, or whatever he should have been. Kris shifted his upper body to face Adam completely, hissing when his hardening cock brushed the inside of his jeans.

Adam chose to ignore Kris’s expression for a few moments longer, remembering the task at hand. “Dirty talk, Kristopher. Now.” When Kris shook his head, licking his lips, Adam continued. “Do you need me to show you?” Kris nodded, eyes drifting down to the crotch of Adam’s jeans.

“Eyes up here,” Adam clucked his tongue and reached a hand out to cup Kris’s jaw and force his gaze up. He smiled at Kris’s arousal; Adam’s control wasn’t going to last much longer.

“How should I do this,” he ghosted the pad of his thumb over Kris’s lower lip, shiny and wet and smooth against his skin. “Do I pretend Katy’s here?” Adam watched the brighter colors in Kris’s eyes fade, almost losing himself in his lust. “Or do I just tell you what I’d do to you?” His own breathing hitched when Kris nodded, flitting his tongue down to curl it around Adam’s thumb and pull it into his mouth.

Adam was quickly losing his train of thought with the way Kris sucked at his thumb, dragging his teeth to let it go, then lapping it back up like he fucking liked it or something. Feeling vibrations against his thumb, Adam snapped his head up to meet Kris’s eyes. They were drunken, full of want, and he’d just fucking moaned against Adam’s thumb. He did like it. “Tell me what you want, Kris.”

Kris was having trouble hearing anything over the blood rushing in his ears, intensely focused on how good Adam’s thumb felt against his tongue. The smoothness of his nail, then the soft pad of his skin, and oh God the taste.

“Tell me what you…ohhh…want, Kris.” Adam was having trouble speaking, he didn’t plan on being so aroused this early. Keeping his hand on Kris’s jaw, thumb still in the wet, heat of Kris’s mouth, Adam leaned forward slightly to ghost a whisper in Kris’s ear. “Do you want me to tell you exactly how I could turn you inside out? Fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to stand straight for weeks? Reduce you to a moaning, incoherent mess with just my words? I wouldn’t even have to touch you, Kristopher. I could make you come in your pants with nothing but my mouth against your ear. Just. Like.This.”

Adam felt Kris’s jaw go slack next to him and he removed his thumb, mesmerized by the way his black nail polish contrasted with Kris’s pink lower lip. Pulling back, he caught Kris’s gaze and barely had time to acknowledge the animalistic look in Kris’s eyes before Kris was crushing himself to Adam, seeking lips with his own.

With great effort, Adam turned his cheek slightly, the tongue trying to lick its way into his mouth from his cheek making him dizzy with need. He took a deep breath and pushed Kris away, the flicker of rejection in his eyes heartbreaking. Adam shook his head, quirking a smile, “You still haven’t answered me. Tell. Me. What. You. Want.”

Kris growled, deep in his chest, cock straining so hard in his pants it was painful. He felt drunk with desire, he’d never felt like this with Katy, never needed something so much in his life. “I want you.” His voice was sultry, low, Katy had never brought this kind of reaction out of him either.

“No, Kristopher.” Adam bent his head towards Kris’s ear again. “Tell me.” he reached out to cup Kris through his jeans, earning a guttural groan and he returned it with a moan of his own, right against Kris’s ear.

Kris’s head hit the back of the couch with a thud, the hand at his cock pressing, rubbing, not nearly the friction he needed. He bucked up into the hand without thinking about it, his ear brushing Adam’s lip in the process, wet and hot and holy shit.

Adam took a second to sort his thoughts out, distracted at how he wanted to pull Kris’s lobe into his ear and suck. Hard. “If you aren’t going to talk,” Adam rose on his knees completely, brushing a kiss across Kris’s temple as he stretched a leg over Kris’s opposite thigh and straddled him. “Then I will.”

He paused for a second, assessing Kris’s expression. Adam didn’t think it was possible for Kris’s eyes to get any darker - apparently they could. They were slightly wide with Adam’s sudden movement, but penetrating as well, drinking Adam in like he’d never get enough. The thought sent a shock of ecstasy through Adam.

“If you do not tell me what you want right now, I am going to get up and walk out of this room. Something,” Adam palmed at Kris’s cock roughly, eliciting a low hiss, “tells me you wouldn’t want that. Am I right?”

Kris inhaled sharply through his nose to clear his head. Bad idea. Adam smelled like heaven. Familiar and warm and exactly as he always did, but Kris could almost taste the sex exuding from Adam, like it was some extra scent that accompanied him at times like these. He grit his teeth to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head at how right Adam felt in his lap. “Teach me.”

Adam bit back a moan of relief, immediately crushing the lower half of his body against Kris’s and gripping the back of the couch with both hands on either side of Kris’s head. He bent his head down towards Kris’s ear, “Teach you what, Kristopher? There are many things I could teach you. Like using that pretty mouth of yours properly.” He dragged his lips across Kris’s cheek to his lips, mouthing the next few words against them, “I bet you’d give great head, lips like these were made for sucking cock.”

He nipped at Kris’s lower lip lightly, pulling away when Kris tried to deepen the gesture. “But then again,” Adam mused with a small smile, “you’ve thought about that haven’t you. Fantasized about those full lips of yours, wrapped around some guys cock, licking and sucking.” He bent down to Kris’s ear again, flicking a tongue against his lobe, “It’s amazing. Nothing like it.”

Kris was near panting, the warmth of Adam’s skin against his intoxicating and his hands snaked out of their own accord to rest on Adam’s ass, cupping tightly. “Only yours.” He smirked at Adam’s slightly shocked expression and dug his fingers in harder, massaging. His cock was screaming for more attention, but he couldn’t open his mouth to ask for it, Adam’s voice was addictive and the things he was saying…Kris just wanted more.

Adam didn’t need to ask what Kris meant, throwing his head back with a low moan when Kris began kneading his ass. He wasn’t sure if Kris had meant to move his fingers that close to his - “ohhh.” His head snapped forward to meet Kris’s lazy grin, cocky and inviting. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, Kristopher.”

His voice was low, menacing, even to his own ears, but he was serious. He could only take so much. Adam leaned in closer to Kris, just a breath away from his lips. “I am going to make you come so hard you won’t be able to do more than moan my fucking name afterwards.”

Kris’s eyes grew wide at first, shocked at the sudden change in Adam’s demeanor. He continued rubbing Adam’s ass, despite it though. Running fingers along the crack, wanting more than anything to experiment, to dig his fingers deep into Adam, to feel Adam clench around him. It couldn’t be much more different than Katy, could it?

Adam could read every flicker of a thought in Kris’s eyes. “It’s tighter. Much tighter. So tight it hurts at first, even when you’ve been fucked too many times to count. But when you’re inside, god, when you’re inside - when your cock is fucking surrounded by heat and that clench when he’s coming apart underneath you…” Adam trailed off with a shiver, imagining his own hard cock buried in Kris’s ass, fucking him right there into the couch.

“What about when you’re getting fucked?” Kris hadn’t realized he’d spoken until after the fact, when he saw Adam’s expression perk momentarily before bending down to suck a spot into Kris’s neck, warm and wet and with just the right amount of teeth to rip a moan from him. Adam was right, Kris was close to coming in his pants from just talking about it.

Adam pulled away, dragging his tongue along the spot for good measure. “Shit, Kris. I’d fuck you so good, buried so deep in your ass you wouldn’t be able to tell me your own name. I’d open you with my fingers first, slick them up with lube and press them into you, fuck you wide until you could handle at least three fingers, maybe four.” He drew his hand out and watched Kris’s eyes flit to his fingers, widening in awe.

Kris’s breathing hitched, imagining what Adam would do to him. He didn’t know what it would feel like, but the way Adam spoke, like it was fucking bliss made him want it. He wanted to feel Adam’s cock, to see exactly why he needed to be opened so wide. Kris reached his hand out to cup Adam through his jeans and he moaned at the feel of another man’s cock in his palm. He’d wanted this for so long, wanted to feel Adam’s length since he first met him.

Adam bit his lip hard enough to bruise to keep from moaning, Kris was doing things to his dick, things that he’d only fantasized about. His head dropped against Kris’s shoulder, pressing lazy wet, openmouthed kisses into the fabric of his shirt and he let Kris stroke him, let Kris palm him through the thick denim.

Kris couldn’t control his breathing any longer, he was panting, just at the feel of Adam’s cock in his hand, the feel of his hot breath against his shoulder. Knowing that he did this to Adam, that he caused it, might have turned him on more than anything. He used his free hand to dig the heel of his palm into his own hard cock roughly, throwing his head back and letting out a long, low moan.

Adam pulled his head up from Kris’s shoulder and watched Kris stroke both of them awkwardly through their jeans. “Out.” Kris met Adam’s eyes with a dazed confusion, “Cock, out. Now.”

Kris wasted no time in undoing the button of his jeans and unzipping himself, only slightly deterred by his shaking hands. Warmth flooded him when he remembered Adam was watching, but when he lifted his eyes to Adam’s he noticed his gaze was transfixed on Kris’s dick, hard and wet against his stomach.

“You will not come until I say so. You will not touch me until I say so.” Adam adjusted his position slightly, scooting his ass down Kris’s legs, to where his crotch almost touched Kris’s cock. He cupped Kris’s jaw lightly, stroking the skin with his thumb. “Is that understood?”

Kris nodded, familiar warmth coiling just below his navel. He was ready to come just from the tone of Adam’s voice. His eyes flitted down to Adam’s dick, still straining his tight jeans, and licked his lips. Kris wanted Adam’s cock in his mouth, heavy on his tongue, he wanted to taste Adam.

Kris’s gaze didn’t go unnoticed. Adam prodded his chin back up and looked deep into his eyes, seeing nothing but desire and want and need. “Another time,” he murmured lightly, dropping his gaze down to Kris’s hard cock and returning to his earlier attitude. “Stroke yourself for me, baby.” He was crooning the words in Kris’s ear, cocking his head to watch Kris jerk himself off. If he didn’t hurry this up Adam was going to come in his pants without anyone touching him.

“Fuck, Kris.” Adam turned his head for a few seconds to suck hard against Kris’s neck, needing his tongue to feel something, to distract him from what he really wanted his lips around. “You have no clue how bad I want to taste you right now.” Adam was panting, losing control of his actions and what he was saying, threading one hand through Kris’s hair and tugging.

Kris continued to stroke himself, pacing himself with Adam’s breathing, a twist of his wrist on the upstroke. He was now leaking so much his knuckles were wet, and he probably should have had the decency to be embarrassed, but couldn’t do more than moan. Adam watching him jerk off, Adam getting turned on watching him jerk off, was just far too much for Kris to handle.

Adam felt himself slipping, blinded with lust and needing to taste Kris. He wrapped his hand around Kris’s, effectively stopping the movement. Ignoring Kris’s whimpers he brought the younger man’s knuckles to his mouth, lapping at the come that had leaked onto them. He pulled away briefly to catch his breath, loving the way Kris tasted. “Use…your other…hand.”

Kris quickly curled his left hand around his cock, stumbling a few times to get the rhythm and moaning when Adam continued to lick at his opposite hand. He was close, close enough that if Adam just touched him he would come, but he wouldn’t let himself. Watching Adam lap at his hand was mesmerizing, he was thorough and focused and messy and Kris wanted Adam’s lips around his cock, now.

“Adam,” it came out as a breathy moan and Adam cocked his head up from Kris’s palm, meeting the lust-filled dark ones in front of him. “I need,” Kris cut himself off with a grunt when he shifted slightly, causing Adam’s denim-clad crotch to brush against his dick lightly.

Adam moaned too when Kris moved, he was literally seconds from his release. “What do you want, baby?” His tone was raw, like it sounded after he gave head. He watched Kris’s eyes roll back into his head briefly and he breath out another moan. “Want…touch…you.”

Kris jerked his head forward when Adam dropped his hand, watching him work at his jeans faster than he could ever imagine trying. He could make out his own come on the side of Adam’s hand and he didn’t even realize Adam’s cock was out until the older man moaned, deep and throaty.

“Touch me, baby.” Adam breathed out, stroking his cock lazily a few times, seeing Kris’s eyes plastered to his hand. He noticed Kris’s breathing hitched when he brought his hand off, and following Kris’s gaze, he let out a soft moan. Adam knew what Kris wanted. He lifted his hand and trailed the side that dripped from both his and Kris’s come combined along Kris’s mouth.

The second Kris felt the moisture on his lips he parted them, tongue attacking Adam’s hand hungrily. He’d never wanted to taste someone so bad in his life, he’d always been partial to Katy, but Adam…Adam tasted amazing. He couldn’t even bring himself to identify the familiarity of it, lost in something so relatively small he could barely breathe. More. Desire coursed through him again and he continued to lap at Adam’s hand, eliciting small groans and sighs that went straight to Kris’s cock, leaking and heavy against his stomach.

“Enough, Kris.” Adam grunted out, internally glad that Kris ignored him and continued sucking at his hand, even when it was only slick with his own spit. He watched Kris’s mouth for a few seconds longer, dangerously close to his release, but unable to rip his eyes away. Kris was just so fucking…pretty. The way he used his tongue, it was like an art, lapping around his knuckles, dragging his teeth occasionally.

There was a strangled hitch in Kris’s breathing, and Adam watched Kris’s eyes roll back into his head briefly, before Adam swiftly replaced his hand with his mouth, tasting both of them on Kris’s lips. They weren’t kissing, at least Adam didn’t think they were, just tasting, taking turns swiping at each other’s lips. “You need to come, baby?” Adam breathed against Kris’s mouth, hearing pants and moans that weren’t all his.

Kris nodded furiously, resisting the urge to crush his lips against Adam’s. He couldn’t be positive, but there was something about not kissing Adam, saving it until the right moment. Kris wouldn’t be the first to make the move, that choice was Adam’s.

“I want you to come, Kristopher. I want to wrap my lips around that pretty cock of yours and swallow every drop. Want to fuck you deep with my fingers while your come hits the back of my throat.” Adam didn’t object when Kris wrapped a hand around his own cock, fisting it roughly underneath them, panting and moaning against Adam’s lips. “Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself for me.”

Adam could smell Kris’s arousal, intoxicating and enticing and he had just enough restrain from bending down and swallowing his cock to the hilt. “You smell fucking amazing, Kris.” Kris moaned, ripping his lips from Adam’s and tilting his head back.

He immediately attacked Kris’s neck, letting his cock brush against Kris’s hand in the process. Adam’s hips jerked up of their own accord and he let out a throaty noise when he felt Kris’s hand wrap around both of their cocks, slick and warm against each other. He was quickly coming undone, feeling, hearing, smelling, tasting too much.

Kris let out a strangled noise from his chest and picked up his pace, using his other hand to grab Adam’s ass for leverage. He felt heat everywhere, it was traveling from his toes to the top of his head and he was beyond coherency. He needed to come.

Adam caught the final hitch in Kris’s breathing, grabbing his jaw and speaking against his mouth again, “Come with me, Kristopher.” He crushed his lips to Kris’s, finally, swallowing his moans and grunts, feeling Kris’s come graze his stomach and even his neck. Sucking Kris’s full bottom lip into his mouth, Adam groaned from deep in his chest, fighting his release.

Kris kissed Adam back relentlessly, orgasm hitting him so hard he wasn’t sure whose tongue was whose. His hand was covered in both his and Adam’s come and he continued stroking the both of them lazily until he went limp. Hearing Adam whimper against his mouth when Kris removed his hand from both of their cocks, he pulled back and quickly sunk his teeth into the flesh of Adam’s neck, licking away the come there. “’S the matter, Adam? You need to come?”

Adam’s eyes rolled into the back of his head when Kris sucked at his jawbone, bringing his hand to fist his own cock roughly. “Shit, Kris. You’re gonna leave a mark. I need….need to…”

Kris threaded both of his hands into Adam’s thick, dark hair and tugged, sitting up a bit so he could draw a heady kiss from Adam. “Come for me, Adam.” Dragging his lips away from Adam’s, Kris watched him come undone, crying out in one long, low sound that was his name. Thick strands of warmth hit Kris’s cheek and he probably should have at least flinched, instead letting out a soft moan himself at the feel.

“Kris.” He cocked his head up when Adam spoke, his eyes were drunken and lazy, hooded. Adam was looking at him like Katy did after they made love. The thought send a guilty pang through his chest.

Adam was positive he’d never come so hard in his life and looking at Kris, he could make the same assumption for him. The man looked gorgeous, fucked out and breathless, hair mussed and eyes hooded. He bent forward to lap at the come dripping down the side of Kris’s face before dragging his lips towards Kris’s and kissing him deeply. Slower than earlier, taking the time to explore each other’s mouth, licking lazily, small wet noises filling the silence around them.

Kris pulled away from the kiss smiling, feeling like he might just fall asleep right there. Pulling his shirt off he used it to clean both of them up as best as possibly, leaning forward to drag a swift, chaste kiss from Adam before tucking them both back into their pants.  Kris nudged Adam off of him with his thighs, ignoring his panicked look, then curled into Adam’s side with a sleepy sigh.

When Kris got comfortable, Adam smiled and turned his head, brushing a kiss to his sweaty temple and nuzzling his hair. He wasn’t sure he could speak, wasn’t sure what to say. Joking didn’t feel like the right thing to do because he wasn’t sure what Kris was thinking right now. Adam craned his neck to look down at Kris, watching his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, sleepy smile on his slightly swollen lips. He sighed. “The things you do for love.”

“Love you too, Adam.” Kris mumbled into Adam’s chest, half coherent. Adam took no notice, it wasn’t the first time Kris had said something like that. They were friends, close ones, Adam wasn’t going to get his hopes up. He settled himself in, suddenly feeling drowsy, they could solve things when they woke.

Adam was quickly drifting off to sleep when he was jerked awake at hearing the front door open. It was Katy.

“So, I’m guessing it worked?” She was smiling wide, blonde curls bouncing with her excitement.

Adam sighed out a sleepy chuckle. “What does it look like to you?” He tried to control his envy, remembering that Kris wasn’t his anymore than that little incident was going to happen again.

Katy pranced forward, setting her purse down on the coffee table in front of them. “He always falls asleep right after.” She brushed the length of his jaw with her hand and Adam restrained the urge to bite it off. “Must have been good, he’s out cold.”

Adam willed the stupid smile at Katy’s slightly envious tone to stay away. “I thought it was good.” He flashed her a cheeky grin, receiving a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m sure you did. He’s amazing, isn’t he?” She stepped over both of their legs and fell on the couch, curling into Adam’s other side. “Is it wrong for me to think you smell amazing right now?”

“Thank your husband.” Adam let out a low chuckle, envy fading away when he remembered how much he loved Katy, how comfortable they were with each other. “He smells even better.”

Katy sighed contently. “I know.”

They both sat in comfortable silence, listening to Kris’s breathing, Adam feeling Kris’s heartbeat against his own. “How’s your day been so far?” He turned towards Katy and nuzzled her blonde locks.

She giggled. “Well, let’s see. Kris’s morning wood, breakfast, you came over to seduce my husband while I roamed aimlessly around LA. Boring, really.” Adam cocked an eyebrow at her suggestively. “And no Kris’s morning wood was not the only thing I had for breakfast.”

Adam laughed, only feeling slightly envious. “You could have stayed and watched. I don’t think he would have minded.”

Katy sighed, wry smile on her lips. “No, Kris and I have talked about this before…He’s more comfortable around you. The first time he brought it up was during the show, actually.” She chuckled. “I had the best phone sex of my life thanks to your Ring of Fire.” She made a dramatic hand gesture, flinging her arms in the air wildly. Adam couldn’t figure out if she was poorly imitating him or seizing.

“Huh. I remember thinking he went to bed awful early that night. Now I wished I’d went and checked on him.” Adam mused, hiding his shock with a grin of mirth.

Katy grinned. “Yeah, you should have. I’ve never used another man’s name so much in my life.” She turned her head and kissed Adam’s chest through his shirt.

“You talked about me?” Adam quirked an eyebrow, trying to keep the mental image at bay.

She laughed. “Didn’t think you would mind. Our phone sex is usually pretty one-sided due to the fact that Kris won’t talk dirty to save his life. How’d that go by the way?”

Adam squeezed his eyes shut, willing his cock to stay soft. He opened them and met Katy’s amused eyes. “I don’t mind. And I think it went well. Might take him awhile to get really into it, but definitely gave him a bit of an ego boost.”

Katy recognized the resentment in his eyes. “You didn’t have to do it, Adam. I didn’t mean to make things worse for you.”

“No, I volunteered. I knew what I was getting myself into.” The lie fell from his lips easily, it was a well practiced façade.

She sighed, quirking a slight smile. “I was thinking…would you be interested in, well joining us sometime?”

Adam looked down at her when she pulled away, reading truth in her eyes. He sustained a wide grin. “You’re kidding right?”

“Nope,” Katy shook her head. “Kris wants you, Adam. I love him and I don’t want to lose him, so I thought maybe if I could give him you…maybe he’ll be happy enough to stay with me.”

Adam allowed himself a small smile, reaching a hand out to cup her cheek. “He won’t leave you, I know him and can promise you that. As for me, well, I love him Katy - you know that, but I don’t want to make things complicated.”

She turned her head to kiss his palm. “It doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, Adam. If…everything goes well, maybe it could happen again? I love you as much as I love him, Adam. I don’t like seeing you unhappy.”

Adam was near speechless, turning his head to look at Kris’s sleeping form. It answered all of his questions for him and he realized how deep his love for Katy was. Not like his love for Kris, but softer, just enough to imagine actual sex with her to be somewhat enjoyable. Maybe even without Kris involved.

He turned back to Katy and crooked a wide grin. “Of course, Katy. I’d love to.” She flashed him a bright smile in return, leaning up to peck him on the lips. Adam curled a hand around her neck, keeping her against his mouth and kissing her deeper. He heard Kris’s steady breathing over the sounds of their lips brushing and smiled against Katy’s mouth. The things he did for love.

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