Fanfic - All The Nights Are Woven | Part 2 of 2
Title: All The Nights Are Woven
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Type: AU/an Angsty-Romance type thing
Rated: NC-17 (for strong language/sexy times/the usual)
PART I
Part II
Adam stood at the windows and looked out over the small hills of Los Angeles. The smattering of lights from the south and the streaks of yellow-whites headlights and reds from taillights of cars on the freeways danced before his eyes. His condo was awash in lights pinks and purples from the late summer sunset.
And just three blocks away, Kris was home. And not calling him.
They barely spoke at the bar that night. Adam slid over his business card with his personal cell number, hoping that Kris would call. Adam wouldn’t push. It had been 42 days, not that he had been counting.
Adam finished his drink and leaned against the window, feeling the coolness against his temple.
“Let’s go over to Viceroy,” Tommy said, breaking the quiet. “Jack and Monte have been wondering when you were ever going to show up again.”
“Sure,” Adam responded. “How’s Mike doing?”
Tommy stood up from the sectional where he had been lounging and playing with his phone. “Kids are driving him nuts, but that’s what he gets for going to Disneyworld.”
Adam laughed, “Should have gone to Hawaii like we told him to.”
“Come on,” Tommy said grabbing his keys. “No more bodyguards. No more protestors. The board of directors is happy. The parental units are pleased. You’ve been working like a dog. Time to relax.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re moping and you’re depressed. Let’s go. You can get trashed tonight. I’m driving.”
“I’m not moping or depressed,” Adam argued. “Just tired from work.” Adam pushed himself away from the window and headed to the kitchen. “Give me a minute.”
Tommy groaned and flopped back onto the couch, “If I get sucked into Angry Birds and we don’t get out of here in five minutes…”
“I’m just going to grab my boots, sheesh.”
“He’ll call, you know.”
Adam stopped in the doorway to his bedroom. He smiled sadly at Tommy, thankful for his best friend. “He won’t, but thanks for trying to cheer me up.”
**
“Congrats on the merger, buddy!” Jack slapped Adam’s shoulder as they made their way into the Cameo Bar. He engulfed Adam in a huge hug. “Read about it online. Google alerts is kind of fantastic. I knew once your pretty face met your brain, you’d be a force to be reckoned with and get shit done.”
“Fuck off, Jack,” Adam laughed. “Wait, you have me on Google alerts? You’re a sick freak, you know that?” Adam shook his head at the drink offered to him, “Can I get cranberry juice or something instead?”
Jack stepped back and looked affronted, “Whoa. Get a VP title and now you’re not drinking?”
Tommy snickered, “He’s on some weird diet and cleanse thing this week.”
“How’s he supposed to get hammered on fruit juice?”
“I’m not,” Adam said coolly. “And,” he shot Tommy a dirty look, “I’m not on a cleanse or anything, I have a meeting in the morning, can’t be hung over.”
“Damn,” Jack whistled. “Responsible, too.” He turned to Tommy, bent down and whispered loudly, “Where’s the real Adam Lambert? Who the fuck is this guy?”
“Shut up, assholes,” Adam snorted. He left them behind to grab a chair.
“Uh, oh, hey,” Tommy said running up to him. “Sit here.”
Adam paused next to the chair and gave him a strange look, “Why?”
Tommy lifted a brow, “I thought you didn’t like looking at Scott.”
Jack laughed, “You did say he hurt your visually sensibilities with that hair of his.”
Adam glowered at both of them, “You’re such fuckheads.”
Tommy and Jack passed a look between them. Adam’s brow lifted, “Do I want to know?”
“Eh, we’re conspiring to figure out how to get you drunk tonight,” Jack shot back easily. “Sit, and let me get you some, um, orange juice I guess. Jeez, Lambert, you’re disappointing me tonight.”
Tommy settled into the high-backed leather chair in front of Adam, giving Adam no choice but to take the seat with his back to the piano.
**
“Uh, hey Kris…”
Kris stopped talking to Scott as Jack approached. “Yeah, what’s up?”
“So, can you play, like, non-mopey songs tonight?”
“Um, ‘non-mopey’?”
Jack nodded and glanced nervously over to his friends, “Yeah, more upbeat stuff. My buddy’s kind of feeling shitty, and I think some emo-type shit might drive him over the edge.”
“Uh, okay. Any examples?”
“You’re the musician, dude. Figure it out. Just nothing about heartbreak or unfulfilled love and shit, okay?
Kris exchanged a confused look with Scott, who just nodded. “Sure. I’ll see what I can do.”
Kris held his ground as the hard pat on the back came as expected, “Thanks buddy.”
Kris watched Jack head back to his corner with drinks in his hands.
“What’s that about?” Kris murmured.
“Jack’s friend probably had a bad break-up or something,” Scott responded sagely. “So, I guess that nixes at least four songs tonight, huh?”
Kris continued to stare at the men in the corner. Two high-back chairs blocked his view of whoever was sitting there, but Jack and another small man with blond hair were laughing about something. He mentally kicked away the unsettling feeling in his stomach and focused on what new songs to play to replace the ones he had originally planned.
**
Adam was trying to figure out what Jack and Tommy were arguing about when the music started. The strums of the guitar floated through the room. The voice sounded familiar, but…Adam laughed out loud as soon as he realized what song was being played…
“Oh baby, baby…
How was I supposed to know…
That something wasn’t right…
“Oh my god,” Adam laughed. “This is genius.” He reached over and slapped Jack on the knee, “Where’d you and Monte find this guy? Who is he?”
Jack gulped down his soda and laughed nervously. Tommy stopped moving and played with the coaster. “I, uh, well, Monte heard him play at JP’s one night, and I guess grabbed him? He’s been playing here for a few months now.”
Adam nodded and tapped his feet, “This is cool. He doesn’t look like Scott, does he? Is that another reason you have me sitting this way?”
Tommy banged his leg on the table as he stood up, “I’m going to get another round.”
Adam pulled him down, “It’s okay. I’ll go this time.” Adam stood, and Tommy lurched over the small table to grab him.
“No!” he shouted and looked sheepishly around the room. He held up his hand in apology to the other patrons. He shook his head, “Sorry, didn’t mean to shout.” He pushed Adam back down into the chair. “I’ll get it. The goal is for you to relax tonight. Jack and I will take care of drinks.” Tommy punched Jack’s shoulder, “Right, Jack?” Jack nodded, wide-eyed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jack stuttered. “You just sit here and enjoy the music, okay? We’ll be right back.”
Tommy and Jack tumbled over each other to get to the bar. Adam tilted his head and shook it. He had a weird feeling that he knew what they were arguing about as they walked away. Once they were out of viewing distance, Adam turned in his chair to peek at the singer. He sucked in his breath.
“Well, fuck me,” he mumbled and twisted back into his chair.
**
Adam didn’t know whether to leave or stay. Tommy was driving him nuts, trying to make sure he didn’t turn around and look over at Kris. They knew. Tommy and Jack both knew, and this was their attempt to make sure he didn’t freak out.
“How long does he usually play?” Adam asked casually.
Jack choked, “What?”
“This guy. He’s good. Just wondering how long his sets are.” Adam smiled evilly. “I might want to go say hi or tempt fate with my superficialness. See if my eyeballs really explode out of my head from looking at unattractive people.”
“Uh, sometimes two 20 minute sets,” Jack spit out. “You don’t need to say hi or anything. He usually disappears as soon as he’s done.” Jack shot up, “Hey, uh, I need to check with…er, check on something. I’ll be right back.”
Adam crossed his ankle over his knee and settled back into the chair and glared at Tommy.
“What?” Tommy asked, shifting in his seat.
“I know who it is.”
Tommy sighed, “Of course you do. You looked, you’re freaking out and you’re now fucking with us.” Tommy rubbed his face, “I didn’t know he was playing tonight. He usually plays on Wednesdays, otherwise I would have never come here. I didn’t even know it was him until Brad and Jack put two and two together a couple months back. We should have just gone to The Standard or something. I’m sorry, man.”
Adam quirked his lips, “Not your fault. How much does Jack know?”
“Enough.”
“Jack’s not going to fire him, is he?”
Tommy laughed, “No. Monte wouldn’t let him. Monte’s got a soft spot for the kid.”
“That’s good.”
“You’re not going to go up to him, are you?”
Adam’s finger plucked at the rivets and seams in the chair. “Don’t know yet.”
“Which means you are,” Tommy said resignedly.
Adam took in a deep breath as soon as he heard Kris say his thank yous and good nights to the crowd.
“Don’t try to stop me,” he said standing up.
Tommy held his hands up, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Adam made his way over to the piano and now empty stool. He panicked a little until he saw Kris bent over putting his guitar away. Scott nodded to him as he cleaned his piano in a dream-like state.
Adam shoved his hands into his jean pockets and cleared his throat, “So, where don’t you play? If you tell me, I can go to those places and have a drink and not feel like a creeper. Or make it seem like I’m stalking you.”
Kris squeaked and jumped up. Adam tried to hold in his laugh and bit his lip so he wouldn’t smile.
“Uh, hey.”
“Hi.”
Kris twisted and turned away, then turned back, “Um, I need to…”
Adam nodded in understanding, “I’ll be over there,” he motioned to the circle of chairs and Tommy pretending to be busy. “Come on by before you leave?”
Adam held his breath as he watched the emotions flicker over Kris’s face.
“Yeah, sure. Give me a few minutes to, you know…” he waved his arm over the mess of wires.
“See you in a bit then,” Adam said lightly. He breathed out as he walked back to his table.
**
“The car is a bit of a mess,” Kris said apologetically.
Adam held up a small bag and a water bottle. At Kris’s nod, Adam tossed them over the head rest into back seat and got in.
“It’s okay. My car is no different,” Adam replied and pulled on the seatbelt. “Actually, I think everyone’s car in LA shows signs of living in it part-time.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Adam was still in shock at the offer of a ride home. He sat in the passenger seat watching the buildings go by in a blur as they drove eastbound and headed downtown.
“Oh, uh. I guess I need to know what exit?”
“The corner of 7th and Hill is fine.”
“Wow.”
“What?” Adam turned to study Kris’s face.
“Just…you weren’t kidding when you said you lived a few blocks away.”
Adam grinned, “I didn’t want to freak you out if you knew just how close.”
Kris shifted in his seat, “Small fucking world, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Adam started to speak, but stopped. He didn’t want to push, but hell, Kris offered to drive him home. It was a good thing, right?
“Can I ask you something?”
Kris glanced over at Adam then faced the road, “Um, I guess.”
“Can I ask you questions about…you know, you?”
Kris pulled in the corner his lower lip and made a face, “Uh, why?”
Adam made an effort not to stare at Kris’s lips. Instead he dusted off imaginary lint on his jeans and then sat on his hands so he wouldn’t reach over and kiss him.
“I guess, after…well, I thought maybe,” Adam stopped. “Basically I want to get to know you better. I mean, we kind of did all this backwards, and I think it means something that we actually ran into each other and kind of keep running into each other. And, I like you and I really, really want to know more than your name before I kiss you again,” he rushed out.
Silence. Adam was afraid to look at Kris, so instead he focused on the overhead lights of the freeway streaming by. Exits for La Cienega, then Fairfax, then La Brea passed by at 70 miles an hour.
“Oh,” Kris said quietly. “Uh…sure.”
Adam closed his eyes in thanks and relaxed a bit. He pulled his hands up from under his thighs and rubbed and stretched them to get the numbness out.
“Is it okay if I ask questions back?” Kris asked.
“Yes!” Adam clasped his hand over his mouth. “Sorry, that came out a little too loud,” he muffled through his fingers.
Kris burst out laughing, lowering the tension level in the car 10 fold. Adam felt less stressed about being in the car.
“Okay,” Kris said, still chuckling. “You ask, I’ll answer. Then I’ll ask, you answer until we get to your place.”
Adam pouted, “That’s like ten minutes!”
Kris turned his head and winked, “Better start asking then.”
“Wow, you’re a snot, aren’t you?”
“Sometimes, yes. Okay, my turn.”
“That wasn’t my question!” Adam exclaimed.
“But, it was a question,” Kris replied with a laugh. “My turn. What is it you do that you have a bodyguard? Who are you?”
“That’s two questions, so I get to ask two after I answer.”
Kris shook his head, “Fine. Now, answer.”
“I, uh, I head up client management and production for a media company. As for bodyguard, that was a preventative thing because of some shit my stepfather got into and dragged us all into it, but it’s kind of over. At least we’ve been told it is, so no more security as of yesterday.”
“Yeah, I have no idea what you just said,” Kris stated blandly. “It’s like you said words, but I have no idea what they meant.”
Adam sighed, “It’s complicated.”
“Oookay.”
“My turn,” Adam said brightly. “Where are you from? And how long have you lived in LA? What made you come out here?”
“From Arkansas, and I’ve been living here, for, uh…wow, almost three years now.” Kris snickered, “That’s three questions, you know.”
“Well, fuck, you’re actually counting?”
“Hey, you started that whole thing,” Kris retorted.
“You really are kind of a snot, aren’t you?”
“That’s four. But I won’t count that as I believe I already answered a similar question earlier.”
**
Kris turned the corner and stopped in front of the building Adam pointed out. It was a pre-war building made of heavy concrete and bricks, columns flanking the entrance. Kris had walked or driven by it a dozen times without a second thought.
The click of Adam unbuckling the seatbelt was loud and the sound weighed heavily in the car. Kris had one hand gripped tightly on the steering wheel and the other on the gearshift handle, not knowing what to do next. They had laughed and bantered back and forth with questions and answers as Kris pulled off the freeway and started driving up the one-way streets until they pulled in front of the building where Adam lived.
Kris flinched when Adam placed his hand over his.
“Kris.”
Kris let Adam peel his hand away from the handle. He got the nerve to look at Adam. The intensity of Adam’s eyes immobilizing him.
“Kris,” Adam whispered this time.
Kris followed the direction of Adam’s gaze as it stopped on his lips. Kris’s head was moving forward before he could stop himself. He closed his eyes and met Adam’s lips halfway.
He was expecting another staggering, mind-blowing assault, but instead, Adam’s kiss was light and delicate. His lips hovered over Kris’s gently, brushing softly with little to no pressure. Kris felt himself pushing in, wanting to deepen the kiss. He pressed in, kissing Adam back, until he heard Adam groan. Their heads moved, bringing their mouths closer, sealing themselves tighter to each other.
Kris’s hand released the steering wheel and tangled itself in Adam’s silky hair, pushing and pulling at him as their mouths opened and tongues licked at each other. He felt Adam’s body move, crawling over the car’s middle console and pressing Kris back against the edge of his seat.
Kris whimpered when Adam licked his lips and pulled back. He tried to bring Adam’s head back down, but the furthest he got was a forehead on his own.
“I need to go,” Adam said breathlessly. “I have to go…”
“Adam,” Kris croaked out.
Adam shook his head and cleared his throat, “I was only trying to say thanks…for the ride. I wanted to thank you.”
Kris chuckled, “You can thank me again.” Then moaned when Adam nipped at his ear, “What was that for?”
“Me saying goodnight while I can still walk,” Adam replied.
“I’ll…” Kris paused. He took in a breath, “I’ll call you.”
Adam smiled, “I’ll be waiting.” He made a quick pass over Kris’s mouth and got out of the car. He poked his head back in. “Good night, Kris.”
Kris watched as he walked into his building, nodding at the security guard at the lobby desk. Kris waited until he waved from the elevator before pulling away from the curb.
**
“Um, are you sure this is a good idea?” Kris asked, trying to mask the fear in his voice.
Monte shouted, “No, the cabana tents to the right and about five feet back!” He turned to Kris and smiled, “Yeah, we’ve been doing this for the last few years. It’s not a problem.” He pointed to a corner, “The amps and bass are set-up there, along with the receiver. The wires are set up along the perimeter and connected to the speakers and subwoofers around the rooftop. Everything’s ready for you. Just plug and play.”
Monte tripped over a cable, “Can we tape this shit down, people? Only an hour to finish this shit up! Let’s move!” He motioned for Kris to keep walking with him. “One of the best spots in the city to watch fireworks. Great music, great view, great drinks. It’s awesome. Plus, Scott didn’t have a problem last year. So, don’t worry about it.”
Kris smiled tightly, “Sounds good then.” He waited until Monte walked away and mumbled under his breath. “Scott didn’t have a problem because he can’t see shit without his glasses.”
He knew Adam and his friends would be here tonight. Hell, Kris’s friends would be here tonight, too. Fourth of July usually wasn’t a big deal for him…fireworks, picnics, big whoop. But since this was an exclusive event the Viceroy threw for its VIPs and Monte ask him-him-to play at it, Kris couldn’t say no. It was officially a big deal. Monte said he could invite a few friends, but now Kris was regretting letting them know.
Mixing his friends with Adam. Mixing Adam’s friends with him. Both sets of friends in one place with alcohol had the makings of a spectacular night, and not in a good way. Charles, Matt and Cale had started to complain about Kris being mysterious and disappearing until he invited them to tonight’s party. Though, to be fair, Kris was spending more time with Adam and his friends because of his now twice-weekly performances at the Cameo Bar. He was getting to know Mike and Tommy…even Jack and Monte up to a point, considering they still had the power to fire him.
Tommy was laid back and easy-going. He was in the commercial music department at Lambert Media. He and Adam met while finalizing a jingle for some promos. Mike, on the other hand, was harder to get to know. He was Adam’s de facto big brother and protector. Mike was brought in as Adam’s dad’s assistant and worked his way up to operations director for the company. He and Adam started work on the same day and eventually became friends.
Kris liked to think that he was warming up to Mike, considering he had gotten a couple of what seemed like smiles from the big guy.
Kris sat in one of the empty cabanas and thought about the last few weeks. After dropping Adam off that night, he made a mess of his house trying to find Adam’s business card. After overturning cushions, flipping through books and magazines and upending his jeans and jackets, he discovered it stuck to his refrigerator. Then he didn’t know what to do or what he would say.
Biting the bullet, Kris finally called two days later and asked Adam to meet him at Red Door Blue Door for a drink. Adam was chatting with Frankie when Kris made his way inside. He sat at Frankie’s booth, naturally. Frankie winked as he left the two of them alone.
They had a couple more “dates” like that. Talking and getting to know each other with Frankie nodding in approval. Each night ended with him and Adam making out heavily in the doorway until Frankie threatened to soak them in leftover dish water. Adam would laugh and give Kris a final kiss on the cheek. Then Adam would leave and Kris would make his way upstairs, frustrated and hungering for more.
Kris jumped when someone plopped down next to him and took a strawberry off the giant platter.
“Sweets,” Brad cooed. “You and Adam. About fucking time is all I have to say.”
“Uh, hey Brad,” Kris replied and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew all about Brad and Adam and how they were just good friends now, but it still felt weird.
“Oh, don’t ‘hey Brad’ me,” Brad reprimanded. “I’m just glad he’s happy. So happy he’s almost fucking giddy.”
Kris didn’t know how to respond, so he didn’t. He just took a sip of water.
Brad wiped his hand with a napkin and leaned in, “Just came in here to say this. Fucking break his heart and we will break you.” Brad stood up and smiled. “Heard you’re kind of awesome. Can’t wait to hear you play.”
Kris watched warily as Brad made his way out of the cabana.
**
“Why is it that whenever we come here, you always give me the chair where my back is to the music?” Adam complained as he sat on the cushioned cabana chair. “It’s not like I don’t know who’s playing.”
Tommy laughed, “Habit now.”
Mike and his wife took their places next to Adam. Mike patted Adam on the back, “Old dogs, new tricks, you know how it goes.”
Adam glared at them.
“Oh don’t glare, honey,” Brad said and he settled down next to them. “You’re much better looking when you smile.”
Adam rolled his eyes, “What’s the saying, with friends like you…”
“He’s adorable, you know.”
Adam shrugged and signaled the waiter for another round of drinks.
“I’m really glad you guys found each other,” Brad said seriously. “I haven’t seen you happy like this in a long time.”
“Thank you,” Adam smiled. “I am happy. Just taking things slow though.”
Brad gasped, “Damn. This is serious.”
“Don’t scare his friends away.”
Tommy shook his head, “That one,” he pointed to Brad, “Already has one of Kris’s friends, Matt, right? Wrapped around his finger. The rest of them? I’m sure they’ll love us. What’s not to love?”
Adam laughed, “Still. Things are going well. Just don’t, okay?”
Mike slapped Adam’s shoulder, “We’re just here to enjoy the good music and the fireworks.”
Brad laughed, “Definitely, the fireworks.”
Adam groaned in mock disgust. “I hate you all.”
**
Adam smiled as Kris drew up closer to him, arms around his waist in a tight hug. After leaving his car at his building, they made the short walk to Kris’s place.
“I don’t know how Mike does it,” Adam said, climbing the stairs to Kris’s apartment. “I’m exhausted and we just had the girls for a few hours.”
“He’s going to hate us,” Kris laughed. “I think they’re more hyper now from the carnival than when we picked them up this afternoon.”
“At least he got a few hours of alone time with the wifey.”
“True. I feel all gross and sweaty. What genius holds a carnival at the end of August?”
They stopped in front of Kris’s door. Adam felt the cold from where Kris’s arm was, as he searched for his key. As Kris turned the handle, Adam placed his hand over Kris’s, making him pause. Adam looked as Kris faced him. Kris’s brown eyes crinkled with a hint of a smile, then he twisted his wrist and pushed in the door. He grabbed Adam’s hand and pulled him inside.
The minute they were inside, Adam slammed Kris into the door, effectively shutting it. He leaned down and started to kiss Kris’s neck, licking and mouthing the sensitive spot right below his ear.
“Ad…” Kris tried to speak, but Adam thrust his tongue into Kris’s mouth. He tasted the combination of cinnamon and sweetness from the cotton candy and licked into his mouth even more. Adam vaguely heard the keys fall to the floor as Kris’s arms wound their way around Adam’s neck.
They fumbled away from the door and Kris pulled back enough to make their way to the bed. Adam stopped when the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. He continued his assault on Kris’s mouth and neck, reveling in the shivers and moans he was eliciting. With a final lick along Kris’s jaw, Adam started to unbutton Kris’s shirt.
Adam watched Kris watch him. With each button, tan, muscled skin was revealed and Adam followed his fingers with tiny nips down Kris’s chest. Adam sat on the bed and licked Kris’s belly button and trailed his tongue down the hairs to the waistband of Kris’s jeans. Kris grabbed Adam’s shoulders as he shook hard.
Adam peered up from his spot and smiled when he saw Kris’s eyes closed tight. He popped the buttons slowly, carefully, rubbing Kris’s erection deliberately with the sides of his hands as the jeans opened to him.
“Fuuuuck,” Kris groaned, fingers tightening on his shoulders.
Adam pulled Kris’s jeans and boxers off together seamlessly and immediately put his mouth on Kris’s cock as it sprung up to his stomach.
“Nnnnnngggg. Oh god.”
Adam wrapped his fingers around the base of Kris’s cock and slid his hand up and down while kissing and sucking. Adam’s head continued to move with the rhythm of his hand while his other kept Kris from falling back, away from his mouth. He made a greedy sound as he continued to suck and lick, going lower and taking Kris in deeper, the tense clutching of Kris’s hands spurning him on.
Adam gave a final tug, hallowing out his mouth and pushed Kris in further, waiting for him to let go and release. Adam felt him pushing and thrusting his cock into his mouth. Adam took it all in and massaged Kris’s ass as Kris burst into his mouth. Adam slid his mouth off Kris with a long lick and looked up with a smirk.
“I hate you,” Kris growled.
Adam laughed and fell back onto the bed, pulling Kris down with him. Adam grabbed Kris’s head and kissed him, open mouthed and dirty. “You ready for more?” Adam whispered.
**
Kris was dead. He was pretty sure of it. He had never come so quickly or so hard in his life. As he fell on top of Adam, he was boneless, but wanted nothing more than to have Adam naked…in his bed.
The scramble to get the rest of his clothes off as well as divest Adam of his would have been funny if Kris wasn’t so desperate to feel Adam’s skin.
“Let me…” Kris whispered and he started to place kisses on Adam’s shoulder and worked his way down his body. He pushed at Adam’s long legs, spreading them apart wider and placed phantom kisses from the hip to inner thigh, liking the way Adam’s legs shook. He kissed the base of Adam’s cock and licked the moisture from the tip and took long leisurely laps with his tongue back up Adam’s body.
“You’re killing me,” Adam grunted.
“Shut up,” Kris replied and kissed him, tongue plunging into Adam’s mouth. They moaned in unison as Kris pulled at Adam’s tongue and sucked on it. He moved his head to the side to seal their mouths together as he continued to drive his tongue in. He lowered his hand and gripped Adam’s cock and alternated pulling his cock and sucking on his tongue.
He felt Adam’s hand slide into his hair and his other hand rubbed Kris’s ass. Kris felt his cock harden again as Adam’s fingers slipped down between his ass and dip near his hole.
“Need…” Adam breathed as he moved his head away to breathe. “To be in you.”
Kris felt hot and the tiny pinpricks of fever just under his skin were threatening to jump out and explode. He scrambled off Adam and pulled out the lube and condoms from the side table. He jerked under Adam’s hands as Adam hauled him back. Adam sat behind him, body covering his, both of them shaking with need. Adam’s hands wrapped around him and started to tease the hairs of his lower abdomen. Kris leaned his head back against Adam’s shoulder and wrapped his hands around Adam’s knees.
Adam’s hands moved up and across his stomach then the tips of his nipples until they were hard and begging for attention. There wasn’t any part of Kris’s body that didn’t need Adam’s attention…he wanted Adam’s hands and mouth all over him.
Kris moved down onto his stomach in silence as Adam kissed the back of his neck and moved down his spine. Kris shivered as Adam’s tongue touched the skinned ridge of each vertebra until he reached Kris’s ass. Adam lifted Kris’s ass up and spread his ass cheeks with his thumb and blew a cool breath into his opening and pressed a kiss into the reddened nerve endings.
Kris grabbed a pillow, and lifted himself up higher, exposing himself more to Adam’s touches. He heard the snick of the bottle, body twitching as the cool liquid slowly dripped from the tip of his ass and down around his hole and further down his inner thigh. Adam’s slicked up fingers brushed softly over his opening and massaged his fingers around the rim, slowly, carefully.
“Breathe, baby,” Adam whispered. “I need you to breathe.”
Kris jumped at the press of Adam’s finger and tongue. The hardness of Adam’s finger with the wet, scrape of his tongue gently working him open, nearly made Kris scream. Kris’s breath hitched, and then felt himself relax as his body moved with the sensation. Adam continued to murmur in soft tones, finally working Kris open with three fingers.
Kris was never more aware of his body or of Adam. He cried at the loss of Adam’s fingers, but wanted Adam’s cock in him more. Kris heard the rip of the condom packet and waited, reaching down to hold onto his own cock, twisting and rubbing it. Kris released a breath as he felt Adam slide into him and nearly cried out from the mix of pleasure and pain. Adam was big, damn he was big, but it felt so good. The burn of Adam entering him caused tears to spring in his eyes, and he gripped himself tighter.
“I got you,” Adam murmured and covered his hand.
Adam pressed his lips to Kris’s shoulder, and together they started moving. Adam’s hips flushed in tight against Kris’s ass. Adam pushed in and out gently, shifting and repositioning until they moved together to the rhythm only they heard and felt. Hands moved fast together, gradually matching the speed and impact of each thrust, as they tried to reach climax together.
“Adam!” Kris cried as he felt his orgasm shake him. “Oh god. Adam…” It ripped through him as if tearing him from the inside out, good and painful at the same time.
“Baby…keep…oh god…Kris…nnngggg…”
Kris lied. He didn’t die earlier. He was officially died now as he came hard over their intertwined fingers and when he thrust back to feel Adam sink even deeper in him. He trembled as Adam shook and vibrated over him. Adam shuddered and they both collapsed onto the bed.
“You’ve killed me,” Kris gasped.
“I think…” Adam breathed hard, voice hoarse. “You killed me first.”
**
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Brad stood over Adam and glared down at him. “Was it that good or that bad?”
“What part of not wanting to talk about it didn’t you get?” Adam scowled.
He got up off the floor and headed to the kitchen. Brad’s bare feet padded on the floor right behind him. Adam took a breath. “No talking. More drinking,” he said, pulling out a bottle of wine.
“Oh, that’s just lovely,” Brad said sarcastically in a sing-song voice. “Get drunk. That’ll be the answer to everything.”
“It’s Saturday.”
“Yeah, and ten in the morning. And what does that have to do with anything?”
“It means,” Adam responded slowly like he was talking to a child. “That I don’t have to worry about how drunk I get. I don’t have to work tomorrow.”
“Wow, this must be good. Fine,” Brad sighed. “You’re still going to tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“No, I won’t.”
Brad moved up to Adam’s face. “Yeah, you kinda will. My good buddy Matt is upset because his best friend Kris is heartbroken because my best friend Adam fucked him and ditched him.”
Adam shoved Brad back with his hands full of wine bottle and glasses, “That’s not what happened.”
Brad moved away and grabbed a wine opener from a drawer and relieved Adam of the bottle. He placed it on the table and started to open it. “Then what happened?”
“Are you drinking with me or not?”
Brad lifted a shoulder, “Why the fuck not.” He started to pour.
Brad refilled Adam’s wine glass. The bottle was almost empty…down two. Adam should start talking in three…two…
“It was amazing, you know,” Adam slurred. “I mean…I don’t…I mean, different amazing than you…me. But, why did he do that to me? Why does he have to be him? Why did it have to be good.”
“Why are you complaining about it being good?”
Adam’s head lolled against the seat of the couch. He had slipped to the floor after the first bottle.
“It shouldn’t be like this,” Adam continued. He finished off his wine, grabbed a pillow and laid flat on the floor. “I never should have…didn’t mean to…kinda love…think want…back.”
Brad glanced over at Adam. His eyes were closed, and he was mumbling Kris, Kris. Brad pulled out his phone and sent a text…
Sweets come over 2 Adams. PH3. Doorman will let you up
Brad grabbed a blanket and placed it carefully over Adam’s prone body and walked to the bathroom, waiting for the reply.
What? Why?
Brad sighed and punched in his response quickly.
Your man is drunk. I need 2 go. Someone needs 2 watch him
Call his friends. He’s not my man
Brad growled, “Dumbshit.” He typed again Heartbroken is no reason 2 b ass. Youre closest
Fine
Brad grinned as he put the phone away and called downstairs.
**
Adam burrowed into the blankets deeper, letting the soft down comforter wrap over him like a second skin. He paused and forced opened an eye. He shut it just as quickly as the bright sun flashed and nearly blinded him. He decided to turn and face the wall, waiting before he opened his eyes and have the bright light assault him again. Instead he rolled into a warm body. Eyes popped open at this.
He tentatively reached out to make sure he wasn’t imagining this.
“Mmmmm, too early…” came the mumble. The body turned and delved into Adam’s space, arms wrapping around him and the comforter. “Go back to sleep.”
Adam drew his arm out and touched the arm that was wrapped tightly around his hip. His hand drifted up over the elbow and triceps. His fingers flitted over the sprinkling of freckles at the shoulder.
“Shit,” he whispered as he leaned up on his elbow.
He lay back down as his head pounded from the base of his neck to behind his eyes. He closed them and hoped it was a dream. A hangover-induced dream that would go away once he woke up again.
Adam shifted to his side, opened his eyes and saw Kris reading a book. Warm brown eyes met his.
“Hey,” Kris said softly.
Adam cleared his throat, “Hey,” he croaked out. Kris stretched over him and came up with a glass of water and two Tylenol.
“Thanks,” he replied, finishing the entire glass. “Uh…”
“Don’t worry; I’ll be taking off now.”
Kris grabbed the book and started to get off the bed. Adam grabbed his ankle, “Don’t.” Kris stopped and sat back down. “Please. Just…wait here.” He waited until he saw Kris’s tentative nod. “I’ll be right back.”
Adam got up gingerly, waiting for the room to stop spinning. He walked as quickly as he could to the bathroom and splashed his face. He emptied his bladder and washed his hands. As he brushed his teeth, he noticed the used hand and bath towels folded up nicely and left on top of the hamper, as well as a small toiletries case. He touched it cautiously, then took a deep breath and walked out.
He stared at the empty bed and freaked out. He heard a curse from the kitchen and ran out to the noise.
“Don’t disappear like that!”
“Shit!” Kris had apparently changed into jeans and a t-shirt and was wiping down the counter and turned. “What?”
“Sorry,” Adam mumbled. He walked over and grabbed a dishrag to help wipe the coffee grinds into the sink. “I thought you left,” he said sheepishly.
Kris washed his hands, “I thought about it.”
“I…I’m glad you didn’t.”
“I thought all coffee makers had the same basic principle,” Kris said. “But apparently yours is some crazy contraption with a ton of buttons.”
“Yeah, um…here,” Adam grabbed the coffee and water and started to punch the buttons. “There. We’ll have coffee in, like, two minutes.”
“Nice place you have here,” Kris said wiping his hands on a paper towel. Adam watched as he padded over barefoot to the windows that surrounded the living room. “I think you can fit my entire studio in your bedroom. I mean, I figured your place would be amazing, and it is. And, the view. Wow.”
“Kris…”
“So, yeah. Um, Brad said you were drunk and needed someone to watch over you. I came over since apparently I’m a loser and have nothing better to do. You’re obviously fine now, so I think I should get going.” Kris’s hand fisted the paper towel, and he started to walk over to the door where his flip-flops were.
“Kris…please.”
Kris stopped and his shoulders drooped, “Please what, Adam?” He shoved the towel into his pocket then ran his hands through his hair, making the strands stick up even more. “Coffee should help, and drink a lot of water all day. I thought I saw some juice…”
“I’m sorry.”
Kris straightened himself out, still not looking back and covered the short distance to the door, “Yeah, me too.”
Adam didn’t know he could move that fast. He grabbed Kris’s arm and yanked him around. He held Kris’s head in his hands. Adam’s eyes studied Kris’s face. It was gaunt and he had dark circles under his eyes.
“Don’t go…” Adam pleaded. His thumbs moved gently along Kris’s cheekbones and he watched as Kris closed his eyes.
“I…” Kris started to say. He shivered and pulled away from Adam’s grasp. “Yeah,” he said shaking his head. “I can’t do this.”
Adam moved up into Kris’s space again. Kept moving forward each time Kris moved back, until Kris couldn’t move. Adam clicked the two deadbolts into place and waited. Kris shook his head and wouldn’t look at him.
Adam braced one hand next to Kris’s head and the other at his waist, trapping him.
“Hear me out, please,” Adam whispered. “I’m sorry. I fucked up.”
Kris turned his head, but Adam saw the unshed tears. “I shouldn’t have come over,” he said. “I don’t know…don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. Definitely shouldn’t have crashed.”
“I’m glad you stayed,” Adam insisted. He moved his hand and touched Kris at the waist. His hand moved under the shirt to feel Kris’s sleek skin on his. “I want you to stay.” Adam paused and rubbed his fingers over the soft skin. “I need you to stay.”
Adam’s other hand prickled with the need to touch Kris. Touch him more and all over. Instead he unlocked his elbow and ran his hand through Kris’s soft hair. Adam closed his eyes at the sensation and tried to stifle a moan. His fingers massaged and scraped Kris’s scalp. He bit back a smile when he felt Kris shudder under him. He bent slightly to kiss the raging pulse he saw in Kris’s neck. He kissed it then licked at it sloppily, making it wet and licked it back dry. Adam fought back the urge to mark him. Mark him and make sure he never left.
“Adam…” Kris’s voice hitched. “Don’t…I can’t…”
“Go. Tell me to stop, and I’ll let you leave.” Adam said, kissing a path down Kris’s throat to the edge of his shirt. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good,” Adam continued. “I’m an asshole, and I don’t think I can stop. You’ll have to tell me to stop.” Adam licked his way back up the same path. He gripped Kris’s head and pulled his head back to expose more of this throat. “I fucked up.”
“I need…you need to…”
Kris moaned as Adam continued to drop light kisses along his throat. Adam’s other hand reached around Kris’s back and slid up and around to rub his nipples. Kris’s hands grabbed both of Adam’s and yanked them off him.
“Don’t,” he said. His breath came out harsh and deep. “You don’t get to do that to me,” he panted. “You…” he wiped at his eyes. “You don’t get to touch me…not like that. Not anymore.”
Adam stepped back, “You’re right. I’m sorry.” But then Adam closed the gap, grabbed Kris’s face. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so fucking sorry. I never should have left like that.” He made Kris look at him, hoping Kris would see the anguish he felt. “I should have called you back, but you freaked me out. That night freaked me out. I wasn’t supposed to feel like that.”
“Feel…feel like what?”
Adam loosened his grip, but didn’t let go. “Feel like…feel like I would die without you. Feel like everything I’ve ever known meant nothing without you in my life.” Adam touched his forehead to Kris’s and closed his eyes. “Feel like I had something I wasn’t allowed to have. Feel like you were and would be my world.”
Adam felt Kris’s breath leave his body as if he were punched in the gut. He felt Kris close his eyes. “It…you freaked me out, Kris. I didn’t know how to deal with it.”
“Adam.”
Adam shut everything out. He was standing with Kris, inhaling Kris’s scent and he waited. Waited for Kris to jerk out of his hold and walk out the door.
“I’m sorry, Kris.”
“You’re…” Kris’s voice caught. Adam felt Kris’s warm, calloused hands reach up and cover his. He felt Kris’s hand wipe the tears off his cheek. “You’re such an asshole,” he whispered.
Adam lifted his head and saw the tears on Kris’s face. Kris pulled Adam’s hand off his face and leaned in to kiss the tears that hung off his jaw. Adam’s body heaved with a giant sob, “Please…don’t go.”
“I won’t.”
Adam heaved Kris into his body wrapped his arms around him. He shook in relief as Kris’s arms closed over his. They stood together, surrounded in each other’s arms.
**
“It’s Brad’s birthday party, everyone is kind of kissing each other. No big deal,” Matt stated matter-of-factly.
Kris lifted both eyebrows, “Wow. I should have gotten Brad a better present. A few months with him and you’re kissing men on the lips. Who knew?”
Matt smacked the back of his head, “Plebian. Thought you, of all people, would be more open-minded about this kind of thing.”
Kris couldn’t contain his laughter, “Wow. If I find you making out in a dark corner with a dude, I will not be holding Charles and Cale back from the mocking. I might actually join them.”
Matt blew out an exasperated breath and walked away mumbling about expanding one’s experiences. Kris looked around for Adam. He had disappeared almost immediately, being dragged away by Brad. Brad’s party was ridiculous, but he expected no less. It was a combination birthday and Halloween party, so everyone was dressed in crazy outfits, but no masks. Tons of make-up, yes…masks, no. Brad wanted to make sure he saw everyone’s pretty faces.
Brad flounced up to Kris and grabbed his arm, “Sweets! You made it.” He stopped and eyed Kris and forced him to spin, “And you dressed up! Prep school never looked so hot!”
Kris blushed, “Uh, thanks?” Kris looked down at himself-plaid shorts, a collared shirt, tie and blazer-his outfit didn’t seem like a big deal. He re-adjusted his glasses, a concession to the nerd/prep-school shorts for Adam. If Adam was going to make him wear the white gym socks with loafers, then he’d wear his glasses and get Adam hot and bothered all night.
Kris had discovered how much Adam loved the glasses the afternoon of “hangover day” a month ago. After crying and wiping his eyes so much, Kris’s contact ripped. Adam had insisted on walking back to Kris’s place. Kris’s eye was such a mess he couldn’t put a new one in, so he took the other out and pulled out his glasses. They had dinner in that night and had lunch delivered the next day.
The last month had been a whirlwind of craziness. The sex was…different. More intimate, more raw. The relationship itself? It was everything Kris had never thought he needed, but realized he wanted. Didn’t realize he could have…and with Adam.
And that Charles and Cale liked Adam? It was a bonus. The fact that their varying friends with their personalities could get along, and actually seemed to like each other made Kris feel warm and fuzzy. Now he watched as Brad tried to add more feathers to Cale’s Indian headdress and Charles explaining the rules of football to a group of Brad’s more artistically inclined friends.
Kris caught a flash of Adam’s red sequined Santa hat and stumbled his way towards him. Adam thought the costume would be both ironic and funny. Kris was just glad the red made him stand out, and because he was able to catch sight of him so quickly. He watched as a man in a mime costume kissed Adam on the mouth and walked away. Kris shot imaginary laser beams into the back of the man’s head. Adam continued his way through the party, drink in hand.
Another man, this time in a glittery cowboy outfit pulled on Adam’s arm and greeted him hello with a kiss, and not a brief one. Kris squinted his eyes thinking he saw tongue.
“Oh hell no,” Kris muttered. He pushed his way through the crowd and felt like he was getting no closer to Adam. His new friendship with Brad also meant more people stopping him to say hello.
Kris watched as a third man, this time in a Dracula costume, teeth and cape included, stopped Adam and nuzzled his neck as Adam laughed.
Kris finally made it outside and he searched for Adam. Adam was alone, sitting on a bench, arms outstretched on either side of him, face lifted to the sky. He looked so sexy with his red and white fur-trimmed coat open and the sparkly black belt on his matching pants. The black Doc Martens were unlaced, showing off the hint of glittery striped socks.
“Is Santa taking requests tonight? Even though it’s only October?” Kris asked shyly.
Adam grinned lasciviously and patted his thigh, “Never too early, my dear boy.”
Instead of sitting on Adam’s knee, Kris placed Adam’s legs together and straddled him. Adam, taken off guard, quickly reached his arms around Kris’s back and kept him from falling backward.
Kris smiled wickedly, “I think I like sitting like this better.”
Adam choked, “I’m not complaining.” Adam shifted on the bench, “So, what can I do for you?”
“I’m a little confused and angry, I guess.”
Adam’s eyes became concerned, “Oh?”
Kris tilted his head, “I know I’m not supposed to, but…”
“But what?” Adam asked quietly.
Kris kissed him hard, funneling his anger and jealousy into his lips. He used his lips to pull at Adam’s, wanting them to turn red and swell up quickly. Make them look devoured and debauched. He drove his tongue into Adam’s mouth as Adam’s hands no longer held his waist, but gripped his back, holding him down. As Kris pulled away, he bit Adam’s lower lip.
“What was that for?” Adam struggled to get out.
Kris cupped Adam’s face until they were eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose. “Just staking my claim. This,” he said kissing him softly this time, “for as long as we’re together, is mine.” Kris rubbed his thumb softly over Adam’s lips, smiling as he saw how red they were. He stroked his other hand over Adam’s face and down his body, welcoming the shivers his touch was causing. He stopped at Adam’s hips and fitted his hand between them. “And this,” he said cupping Adam’s erection, “is also mine, and mine alone.”
Kris palmed his cock through the Santa pants and kissed his throat. “I.” he punctuated between a kiss. “Don’t.” He licked the corner of Adam’s mouth. “Share.” He touched his nose to Adam’s and ground his hips into his body. “Understood?”
**
Adam’s hands moved from Kris’s back and waist to grip Kris’s thighs tightly. He felt his body thrust up, without restraint, to meet Kris’s downward movement. He threw his head back as Kris palmed him.
I. Don’t. Share.
If Kris physically and verbally staking his claim on Adam in public wasn’t the hottest thing Adam ever heard, those three words nearly undid him.
“I…” Adam squeaked. He cleared his throat. “I think I can live with that.”
~The End~
The song…
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Type: AU/an Angsty-Romance type thing
Rated: NC-17 (for strong language/sexy times/the usual)
PART I
Part II
Adam stood at the windows and looked out over the small hills of Los Angeles. The smattering of lights from the south and the streaks of yellow-whites headlights and reds from taillights of cars on the freeways danced before his eyes. His condo was awash in lights pinks and purples from the late summer sunset.
And just three blocks away, Kris was home. And not calling him.
They barely spoke at the bar that night. Adam slid over his business card with his personal cell number, hoping that Kris would call. Adam wouldn’t push. It had been 42 days, not that he had been counting.
Adam finished his drink and leaned against the window, feeling the coolness against his temple.
“Let’s go over to Viceroy,” Tommy said, breaking the quiet. “Jack and Monte have been wondering when you were ever going to show up again.”
“Sure,” Adam responded. “How’s Mike doing?”
Tommy stood up from the sectional where he had been lounging and playing with his phone. “Kids are driving him nuts, but that’s what he gets for going to Disneyworld.”
Adam laughed, “Should have gone to Hawaii like we told him to.”
“Come on,” Tommy said grabbing his keys. “No more bodyguards. No more protestors. The board of directors is happy. The parental units are pleased. You’ve been working like a dog. Time to relax.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re moping and you’re depressed. Let’s go. You can get trashed tonight. I’m driving.”
“I’m not moping or depressed,” Adam argued. “Just tired from work.” Adam pushed himself away from the window and headed to the kitchen. “Give me a minute.”
Tommy groaned and flopped back onto the couch, “If I get sucked into Angry Birds and we don’t get out of here in five minutes…”
“I’m just going to grab my boots, sheesh.”
“He’ll call, you know.”
Adam stopped in the doorway to his bedroom. He smiled sadly at Tommy, thankful for his best friend. “He won’t, but thanks for trying to cheer me up.”
**
“Congrats on the merger, buddy!” Jack slapped Adam’s shoulder as they made their way into the Cameo Bar. He engulfed Adam in a huge hug. “Read about it online. Google alerts is kind of fantastic. I knew once your pretty face met your brain, you’d be a force to be reckoned with and get shit done.”
“Fuck off, Jack,” Adam laughed. “Wait, you have me on Google alerts? You’re a sick freak, you know that?” Adam shook his head at the drink offered to him, “Can I get cranberry juice or something instead?”
Jack stepped back and looked affronted, “Whoa. Get a VP title and now you’re not drinking?”
Tommy snickered, “He’s on some weird diet and cleanse thing this week.”
“How’s he supposed to get hammered on fruit juice?”
“I’m not,” Adam said coolly. “And,” he shot Tommy a dirty look, “I’m not on a cleanse or anything, I have a meeting in the morning, can’t be hung over.”
“Damn,” Jack whistled. “Responsible, too.” He turned to Tommy, bent down and whispered loudly, “Where’s the real Adam Lambert? Who the fuck is this guy?”
“Shut up, assholes,” Adam snorted. He left them behind to grab a chair.
“Uh, oh, hey,” Tommy said running up to him. “Sit here.”
Adam paused next to the chair and gave him a strange look, “Why?”
Tommy lifted a brow, “I thought you didn’t like looking at Scott.”
Jack laughed, “You did say he hurt your visually sensibilities with that hair of his.”
Adam glowered at both of them, “You’re such fuckheads.”
Tommy and Jack passed a look between them. Adam’s brow lifted, “Do I want to know?”
“Eh, we’re conspiring to figure out how to get you drunk tonight,” Jack shot back easily. “Sit, and let me get you some, um, orange juice I guess. Jeez, Lambert, you’re disappointing me tonight.”
Tommy settled into the high-backed leather chair in front of Adam, giving Adam no choice but to take the seat with his back to the piano.
**
“Uh, hey Kris…”
Kris stopped talking to Scott as Jack approached. “Yeah, what’s up?”
“So, can you play, like, non-mopey songs tonight?”
“Um, ‘non-mopey’?”
Jack nodded and glanced nervously over to his friends, “Yeah, more upbeat stuff. My buddy’s kind of feeling shitty, and I think some emo-type shit might drive him over the edge.”
“Uh, okay. Any examples?”
“You’re the musician, dude. Figure it out. Just nothing about heartbreak or unfulfilled love and shit, okay?
Kris exchanged a confused look with Scott, who just nodded. “Sure. I’ll see what I can do.”
Kris held his ground as the hard pat on the back came as expected, “Thanks buddy.”
Kris watched Jack head back to his corner with drinks in his hands.
“What’s that about?” Kris murmured.
“Jack’s friend probably had a bad break-up or something,” Scott responded sagely. “So, I guess that nixes at least four songs tonight, huh?”
Kris continued to stare at the men in the corner. Two high-back chairs blocked his view of whoever was sitting there, but Jack and another small man with blond hair were laughing about something. He mentally kicked away the unsettling feeling in his stomach and focused on what new songs to play to replace the ones he had originally planned.
**
Adam was trying to figure out what Jack and Tommy were arguing about when the music started. The strums of the guitar floated through the room. The voice sounded familiar, but…Adam laughed out loud as soon as he realized what song was being played…
“Oh baby, baby…
How was I supposed to know…
That something wasn’t right…
“Oh my god,” Adam laughed. “This is genius.” He reached over and slapped Jack on the knee, “Where’d you and Monte find this guy? Who is he?”
Jack gulped down his soda and laughed nervously. Tommy stopped moving and played with the coaster. “I, uh, well, Monte heard him play at JP’s one night, and I guess grabbed him? He’s been playing here for a few months now.”
Adam nodded and tapped his feet, “This is cool. He doesn’t look like Scott, does he? Is that another reason you have me sitting this way?”
Tommy banged his leg on the table as he stood up, “I’m going to get another round.”
Adam pulled him down, “It’s okay. I’ll go this time.” Adam stood, and Tommy lurched over the small table to grab him.
“No!” he shouted and looked sheepishly around the room. He held up his hand in apology to the other patrons. He shook his head, “Sorry, didn’t mean to shout.” He pushed Adam back down into the chair. “I’ll get it. The goal is for you to relax tonight. Jack and I will take care of drinks.” Tommy punched Jack’s shoulder, “Right, Jack?” Jack nodded, wide-eyed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jack stuttered. “You just sit here and enjoy the music, okay? We’ll be right back.”
Tommy and Jack tumbled over each other to get to the bar. Adam tilted his head and shook it. He had a weird feeling that he knew what they were arguing about as they walked away. Once they were out of viewing distance, Adam turned in his chair to peek at the singer. He sucked in his breath.
“Well, fuck me,” he mumbled and twisted back into his chair.
**
Adam didn’t know whether to leave or stay. Tommy was driving him nuts, trying to make sure he didn’t turn around and look over at Kris. They knew. Tommy and Jack both knew, and this was their attempt to make sure he didn’t freak out.
“How long does he usually play?” Adam asked casually.
Jack choked, “What?”
“This guy. He’s good. Just wondering how long his sets are.” Adam smiled evilly. “I might want to go say hi or tempt fate with my superficialness. See if my eyeballs really explode out of my head from looking at unattractive people.”
“Uh, sometimes two 20 minute sets,” Jack spit out. “You don’t need to say hi or anything. He usually disappears as soon as he’s done.” Jack shot up, “Hey, uh, I need to check with…er, check on something. I’ll be right back.”
Adam crossed his ankle over his knee and settled back into the chair and glared at Tommy.
“What?” Tommy asked, shifting in his seat.
“I know who it is.”
Tommy sighed, “Of course you do. You looked, you’re freaking out and you’re now fucking with us.” Tommy rubbed his face, “I didn’t know he was playing tonight. He usually plays on Wednesdays, otherwise I would have never come here. I didn’t even know it was him until Brad and Jack put two and two together a couple months back. We should have just gone to The Standard or something. I’m sorry, man.”
Adam quirked his lips, “Not your fault. How much does Jack know?”
“Enough.”
“Jack’s not going to fire him, is he?”
Tommy laughed, “No. Monte wouldn’t let him. Monte’s got a soft spot for the kid.”
“That’s good.”
“You’re not going to go up to him, are you?”
Adam’s finger plucked at the rivets and seams in the chair. “Don’t know yet.”
“Which means you are,” Tommy said resignedly.
Adam took in a deep breath as soon as he heard Kris say his thank yous and good nights to the crowd.
“Don’t try to stop me,” he said standing up.
Tommy held his hands up, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Adam made his way over to the piano and now empty stool. He panicked a little until he saw Kris bent over putting his guitar away. Scott nodded to him as he cleaned his piano in a dream-like state.
Adam shoved his hands into his jean pockets and cleared his throat, “So, where don’t you play? If you tell me, I can go to those places and have a drink and not feel like a creeper. Or make it seem like I’m stalking you.”
Kris squeaked and jumped up. Adam tried to hold in his laugh and bit his lip so he wouldn’t smile.
“Uh, hey.”
“Hi.”
Kris twisted and turned away, then turned back, “Um, I need to…”
Adam nodded in understanding, “I’ll be over there,” he motioned to the circle of chairs and Tommy pretending to be busy. “Come on by before you leave?”
Adam held his breath as he watched the emotions flicker over Kris’s face.
“Yeah, sure. Give me a few minutes to, you know…” he waved his arm over the mess of wires.
“See you in a bit then,” Adam said lightly. He breathed out as he walked back to his table.
**
“The car is a bit of a mess,” Kris said apologetically.
Adam held up a small bag and a water bottle. At Kris’s nod, Adam tossed them over the head rest into back seat and got in.
“It’s okay. My car is no different,” Adam replied and pulled on the seatbelt. “Actually, I think everyone’s car in LA shows signs of living in it part-time.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Adam was still in shock at the offer of a ride home. He sat in the passenger seat watching the buildings go by in a blur as they drove eastbound and headed downtown.
“Oh, uh. I guess I need to know what exit?”
“The corner of 7th and Hill is fine.”
“Wow.”
“What?” Adam turned to study Kris’s face.
“Just…you weren’t kidding when you said you lived a few blocks away.”
Adam grinned, “I didn’t want to freak you out if you knew just how close.”
Kris shifted in his seat, “Small fucking world, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Adam started to speak, but stopped. He didn’t want to push, but hell, Kris offered to drive him home. It was a good thing, right?
“Can I ask you something?”
Kris glanced over at Adam then faced the road, “Um, I guess.”
“Can I ask you questions about…you know, you?”
Kris pulled in the corner his lower lip and made a face, “Uh, why?”
Adam made an effort not to stare at Kris’s lips. Instead he dusted off imaginary lint on his jeans and then sat on his hands so he wouldn’t reach over and kiss him.
“I guess, after…well, I thought maybe,” Adam stopped. “Basically I want to get to know you better. I mean, we kind of did all this backwards, and I think it means something that we actually ran into each other and kind of keep running into each other. And, I like you and I really, really want to know more than your name before I kiss you again,” he rushed out.
Silence. Adam was afraid to look at Kris, so instead he focused on the overhead lights of the freeway streaming by. Exits for La Cienega, then Fairfax, then La Brea passed by at 70 miles an hour.
“Oh,” Kris said quietly. “Uh…sure.”
Adam closed his eyes in thanks and relaxed a bit. He pulled his hands up from under his thighs and rubbed and stretched them to get the numbness out.
“Is it okay if I ask questions back?” Kris asked.
“Yes!” Adam clasped his hand over his mouth. “Sorry, that came out a little too loud,” he muffled through his fingers.
Kris burst out laughing, lowering the tension level in the car 10 fold. Adam felt less stressed about being in the car.
“Okay,” Kris said, still chuckling. “You ask, I’ll answer. Then I’ll ask, you answer until we get to your place.”
Adam pouted, “That’s like ten minutes!”
Kris turned his head and winked, “Better start asking then.”
“Wow, you’re a snot, aren’t you?”
“Sometimes, yes. Okay, my turn.”
“That wasn’t my question!” Adam exclaimed.
“But, it was a question,” Kris replied with a laugh. “My turn. What is it you do that you have a bodyguard? Who are you?”
“That’s two questions, so I get to ask two after I answer.”
Kris shook his head, “Fine. Now, answer.”
“I, uh, I head up client management and production for a media company. As for bodyguard, that was a preventative thing because of some shit my stepfather got into and dragged us all into it, but it’s kind of over. At least we’ve been told it is, so no more security as of yesterday.”
“Yeah, I have no idea what you just said,” Kris stated blandly. “It’s like you said words, but I have no idea what they meant.”
Adam sighed, “It’s complicated.”
“Oookay.”
“My turn,” Adam said brightly. “Where are you from? And how long have you lived in LA? What made you come out here?”
“From Arkansas, and I’ve been living here, for, uh…wow, almost three years now.” Kris snickered, “That’s three questions, you know.”
“Well, fuck, you’re actually counting?”
“Hey, you started that whole thing,” Kris retorted.
“You really are kind of a snot, aren’t you?”
“That’s four. But I won’t count that as I believe I already answered a similar question earlier.”
**
Kris turned the corner and stopped in front of the building Adam pointed out. It was a pre-war building made of heavy concrete and bricks, columns flanking the entrance. Kris had walked or driven by it a dozen times without a second thought.
The click of Adam unbuckling the seatbelt was loud and the sound weighed heavily in the car. Kris had one hand gripped tightly on the steering wheel and the other on the gearshift handle, not knowing what to do next. They had laughed and bantered back and forth with questions and answers as Kris pulled off the freeway and started driving up the one-way streets until they pulled in front of the building where Adam lived.
Kris flinched when Adam placed his hand over his.
“Kris.”
Kris let Adam peel his hand away from the handle. He got the nerve to look at Adam. The intensity of Adam’s eyes immobilizing him.
“Kris,” Adam whispered this time.
Kris followed the direction of Adam’s gaze as it stopped on his lips. Kris’s head was moving forward before he could stop himself. He closed his eyes and met Adam’s lips halfway.
He was expecting another staggering, mind-blowing assault, but instead, Adam’s kiss was light and delicate. His lips hovered over Kris’s gently, brushing softly with little to no pressure. Kris felt himself pushing in, wanting to deepen the kiss. He pressed in, kissing Adam back, until he heard Adam groan. Their heads moved, bringing their mouths closer, sealing themselves tighter to each other.
Kris’s hand released the steering wheel and tangled itself in Adam’s silky hair, pushing and pulling at him as their mouths opened and tongues licked at each other. He felt Adam’s body move, crawling over the car’s middle console and pressing Kris back against the edge of his seat.
Kris whimpered when Adam licked his lips and pulled back. He tried to bring Adam’s head back down, but the furthest he got was a forehead on his own.
“I need to go,” Adam said breathlessly. “I have to go…”
“Adam,” Kris croaked out.
Adam shook his head and cleared his throat, “I was only trying to say thanks…for the ride. I wanted to thank you.”
Kris chuckled, “You can thank me again.” Then moaned when Adam nipped at his ear, “What was that for?”
“Me saying goodnight while I can still walk,” Adam replied.
“I’ll…” Kris paused. He took in a breath, “I’ll call you.”
Adam smiled, “I’ll be waiting.” He made a quick pass over Kris’s mouth and got out of the car. He poked his head back in. “Good night, Kris.”
Kris watched as he walked into his building, nodding at the security guard at the lobby desk. Kris waited until he waved from the elevator before pulling away from the curb.
**
“Um, are you sure this is a good idea?” Kris asked, trying to mask the fear in his voice.
Monte shouted, “No, the cabana tents to the right and about five feet back!” He turned to Kris and smiled, “Yeah, we’ve been doing this for the last few years. It’s not a problem.” He pointed to a corner, “The amps and bass are set-up there, along with the receiver. The wires are set up along the perimeter and connected to the speakers and subwoofers around the rooftop. Everything’s ready for you. Just plug and play.”
Monte tripped over a cable, “Can we tape this shit down, people? Only an hour to finish this shit up! Let’s move!” He motioned for Kris to keep walking with him. “One of the best spots in the city to watch fireworks. Great music, great view, great drinks. It’s awesome. Plus, Scott didn’t have a problem last year. So, don’t worry about it.”
Kris smiled tightly, “Sounds good then.” He waited until Monte walked away and mumbled under his breath. “Scott didn’t have a problem because he can’t see shit without his glasses.”
He knew Adam and his friends would be here tonight. Hell, Kris’s friends would be here tonight, too. Fourth of July usually wasn’t a big deal for him…fireworks, picnics, big whoop. But since this was an exclusive event the Viceroy threw for its VIPs and Monte ask him-him-to play at it, Kris couldn’t say no. It was officially a big deal. Monte said he could invite a few friends, but now Kris was regretting letting them know.
Mixing his friends with Adam. Mixing Adam’s friends with him. Both sets of friends in one place with alcohol had the makings of a spectacular night, and not in a good way. Charles, Matt and Cale had started to complain about Kris being mysterious and disappearing until he invited them to tonight’s party. Though, to be fair, Kris was spending more time with Adam and his friends because of his now twice-weekly performances at the Cameo Bar. He was getting to know Mike and Tommy…even Jack and Monte up to a point, considering they still had the power to fire him.
Tommy was laid back and easy-going. He was in the commercial music department at Lambert Media. He and Adam met while finalizing a jingle for some promos. Mike, on the other hand, was harder to get to know. He was Adam’s de facto big brother and protector. Mike was brought in as Adam’s dad’s assistant and worked his way up to operations director for the company. He and Adam started work on the same day and eventually became friends.
Kris liked to think that he was warming up to Mike, considering he had gotten a couple of what seemed like smiles from the big guy.
Kris sat in one of the empty cabanas and thought about the last few weeks. After dropping Adam off that night, he made a mess of his house trying to find Adam’s business card. After overturning cushions, flipping through books and magazines and upending his jeans and jackets, he discovered it stuck to his refrigerator. Then he didn’t know what to do or what he would say.
Biting the bullet, Kris finally called two days later and asked Adam to meet him at Red Door Blue Door for a drink. Adam was chatting with Frankie when Kris made his way inside. He sat at Frankie’s booth, naturally. Frankie winked as he left the two of them alone.
They had a couple more “dates” like that. Talking and getting to know each other with Frankie nodding in approval. Each night ended with him and Adam making out heavily in the doorway until Frankie threatened to soak them in leftover dish water. Adam would laugh and give Kris a final kiss on the cheek. Then Adam would leave and Kris would make his way upstairs, frustrated and hungering for more.
Kris jumped when someone plopped down next to him and took a strawberry off the giant platter.
“Sweets,” Brad cooed. “You and Adam. About fucking time is all I have to say.”
“Uh, hey Brad,” Kris replied and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew all about Brad and Adam and how they were just good friends now, but it still felt weird.
“Oh, don’t ‘hey Brad’ me,” Brad reprimanded. “I’m just glad he’s happy. So happy he’s almost fucking giddy.”
Kris didn’t know how to respond, so he didn’t. He just took a sip of water.
Brad wiped his hand with a napkin and leaned in, “Just came in here to say this. Fucking break his heart and we will break you.” Brad stood up and smiled. “Heard you’re kind of awesome. Can’t wait to hear you play.”
Kris watched warily as Brad made his way out of the cabana.
**
“Why is it that whenever we come here, you always give me the chair where my back is to the music?” Adam complained as he sat on the cushioned cabana chair. “It’s not like I don’t know who’s playing.”
Tommy laughed, “Habit now.”
Mike and his wife took their places next to Adam. Mike patted Adam on the back, “Old dogs, new tricks, you know how it goes.”
Adam glared at them.
“Oh don’t glare, honey,” Brad said and he settled down next to them. “You’re much better looking when you smile.”
Adam rolled his eyes, “What’s the saying, with friends like you…”
“He’s adorable, you know.”
Adam shrugged and signaled the waiter for another round of drinks.
“I’m really glad you guys found each other,” Brad said seriously. “I haven’t seen you happy like this in a long time.”
“Thank you,” Adam smiled. “I am happy. Just taking things slow though.”
Brad gasped, “Damn. This is serious.”
“Don’t scare his friends away.”
Tommy shook his head, “That one,” he pointed to Brad, “Already has one of Kris’s friends, Matt, right? Wrapped around his finger. The rest of them? I’m sure they’ll love us. What’s not to love?”
Adam laughed, “Still. Things are going well. Just don’t, okay?”
Mike slapped Adam’s shoulder, “We’re just here to enjoy the good music and the fireworks.”
Brad laughed, “Definitely, the fireworks.”
Adam groaned in mock disgust. “I hate you all.”
**
Adam smiled as Kris drew up closer to him, arms around his waist in a tight hug. After leaving his car at his building, they made the short walk to Kris’s place.
“I don’t know how Mike does it,” Adam said, climbing the stairs to Kris’s apartment. “I’m exhausted and we just had the girls for a few hours.”
“He’s going to hate us,” Kris laughed. “I think they’re more hyper now from the carnival than when we picked them up this afternoon.”
“At least he got a few hours of alone time with the wifey.”
“True. I feel all gross and sweaty. What genius holds a carnival at the end of August?”
They stopped in front of Kris’s door. Adam felt the cold from where Kris’s arm was, as he searched for his key. As Kris turned the handle, Adam placed his hand over Kris’s, making him pause. Adam looked as Kris faced him. Kris’s brown eyes crinkled with a hint of a smile, then he twisted his wrist and pushed in the door. He grabbed Adam’s hand and pulled him inside.
The minute they were inside, Adam slammed Kris into the door, effectively shutting it. He leaned down and started to kiss Kris’s neck, licking and mouthing the sensitive spot right below his ear.
“Ad…” Kris tried to speak, but Adam thrust his tongue into Kris’s mouth. He tasted the combination of cinnamon and sweetness from the cotton candy and licked into his mouth even more. Adam vaguely heard the keys fall to the floor as Kris’s arms wound their way around Adam’s neck.
They fumbled away from the door and Kris pulled back enough to make their way to the bed. Adam stopped when the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. He continued his assault on Kris’s mouth and neck, reveling in the shivers and moans he was eliciting. With a final lick along Kris’s jaw, Adam started to unbutton Kris’s shirt.
Adam watched Kris watch him. With each button, tan, muscled skin was revealed and Adam followed his fingers with tiny nips down Kris’s chest. Adam sat on the bed and licked Kris’s belly button and trailed his tongue down the hairs to the waistband of Kris’s jeans. Kris grabbed Adam’s shoulders as he shook hard.
Adam peered up from his spot and smiled when he saw Kris’s eyes closed tight. He popped the buttons slowly, carefully, rubbing Kris’s erection deliberately with the sides of his hands as the jeans opened to him.
“Fuuuuck,” Kris groaned, fingers tightening on his shoulders.
Adam pulled Kris’s jeans and boxers off together seamlessly and immediately put his mouth on Kris’s cock as it sprung up to his stomach.
“Nnnnnngggg. Oh god.”
Adam wrapped his fingers around the base of Kris’s cock and slid his hand up and down while kissing and sucking. Adam’s head continued to move with the rhythm of his hand while his other kept Kris from falling back, away from his mouth. He made a greedy sound as he continued to suck and lick, going lower and taking Kris in deeper, the tense clutching of Kris’s hands spurning him on.
Adam gave a final tug, hallowing out his mouth and pushed Kris in further, waiting for him to let go and release. Adam felt him pushing and thrusting his cock into his mouth. Adam took it all in and massaged Kris’s ass as Kris burst into his mouth. Adam slid his mouth off Kris with a long lick and looked up with a smirk.
“I hate you,” Kris growled.
Adam laughed and fell back onto the bed, pulling Kris down with him. Adam grabbed Kris’s head and kissed him, open mouthed and dirty. “You ready for more?” Adam whispered.
**
Kris was dead. He was pretty sure of it. He had never come so quickly or so hard in his life. As he fell on top of Adam, he was boneless, but wanted nothing more than to have Adam naked…in his bed.
The scramble to get the rest of his clothes off as well as divest Adam of his would have been funny if Kris wasn’t so desperate to feel Adam’s skin.
“Let me…” Kris whispered and he started to place kisses on Adam’s shoulder and worked his way down his body. He pushed at Adam’s long legs, spreading them apart wider and placed phantom kisses from the hip to inner thigh, liking the way Adam’s legs shook. He kissed the base of Adam’s cock and licked the moisture from the tip and took long leisurely laps with his tongue back up Adam’s body.
“You’re killing me,” Adam grunted.
“Shut up,” Kris replied and kissed him, tongue plunging into Adam’s mouth. They moaned in unison as Kris pulled at Adam’s tongue and sucked on it. He moved his head to the side to seal their mouths together as he continued to drive his tongue in. He lowered his hand and gripped Adam’s cock and alternated pulling his cock and sucking on his tongue.
He felt Adam’s hand slide into his hair and his other hand rubbed Kris’s ass. Kris felt his cock harden again as Adam’s fingers slipped down between his ass and dip near his hole.
“Need…” Adam breathed as he moved his head away to breathe. “To be in you.”
Kris felt hot and the tiny pinpricks of fever just under his skin were threatening to jump out and explode. He scrambled off Adam and pulled out the lube and condoms from the side table. He jerked under Adam’s hands as Adam hauled him back. Adam sat behind him, body covering his, both of them shaking with need. Adam’s hands wrapped around him and started to tease the hairs of his lower abdomen. Kris leaned his head back against Adam’s shoulder and wrapped his hands around Adam’s knees.
Adam’s hands moved up and across his stomach then the tips of his nipples until they were hard and begging for attention. There wasn’t any part of Kris’s body that didn’t need Adam’s attention…he wanted Adam’s hands and mouth all over him.
Kris moved down onto his stomach in silence as Adam kissed the back of his neck and moved down his spine. Kris shivered as Adam’s tongue touched the skinned ridge of each vertebra until he reached Kris’s ass. Adam lifted Kris’s ass up and spread his ass cheeks with his thumb and blew a cool breath into his opening and pressed a kiss into the reddened nerve endings.
Kris grabbed a pillow, and lifted himself up higher, exposing himself more to Adam’s touches. He heard the snick of the bottle, body twitching as the cool liquid slowly dripped from the tip of his ass and down around his hole and further down his inner thigh. Adam’s slicked up fingers brushed softly over his opening and massaged his fingers around the rim, slowly, carefully.
“Breathe, baby,” Adam whispered. “I need you to breathe.”
Kris jumped at the press of Adam’s finger and tongue. The hardness of Adam’s finger with the wet, scrape of his tongue gently working him open, nearly made Kris scream. Kris’s breath hitched, and then felt himself relax as his body moved with the sensation. Adam continued to murmur in soft tones, finally working Kris open with three fingers.
Kris was never more aware of his body or of Adam. He cried at the loss of Adam’s fingers, but wanted Adam’s cock in him more. Kris heard the rip of the condom packet and waited, reaching down to hold onto his own cock, twisting and rubbing it. Kris released a breath as he felt Adam slide into him and nearly cried out from the mix of pleasure and pain. Adam was big, damn he was big, but it felt so good. The burn of Adam entering him caused tears to spring in his eyes, and he gripped himself tighter.
“I got you,” Adam murmured and covered his hand.
Adam pressed his lips to Kris’s shoulder, and together they started moving. Adam’s hips flushed in tight against Kris’s ass. Adam pushed in and out gently, shifting and repositioning until they moved together to the rhythm only they heard and felt. Hands moved fast together, gradually matching the speed and impact of each thrust, as they tried to reach climax together.
“Adam!” Kris cried as he felt his orgasm shake him. “Oh god. Adam…” It ripped through him as if tearing him from the inside out, good and painful at the same time.
“Baby…keep…oh god…Kris…nnngggg…”
Kris lied. He didn’t die earlier. He was officially died now as he came hard over their intertwined fingers and when he thrust back to feel Adam sink even deeper in him. He trembled as Adam shook and vibrated over him. Adam shuddered and they both collapsed onto the bed.
“You’ve killed me,” Kris gasped.
“I think…” Adam breathed hard, voice hoarse. “You killed me first.”
**
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Brad stood over Adam and glared down at him. “Was it that good or that bad?”
“What part of not wanting to talk about it didn’t you get?” Adam scowled.
He got up off the floor and headed to the kitchen. Brad’s bare feet padded on the floor right behind him. Adam took a breath. “No talking. More drinking,” he said, pulling out a bottle of wine.
“Oh, that’s just lovely,” Brad said sarcastically in a sing-song voice. “Get drunk. That’ll be the answer to everything.”
“It’s Saturday.”
“Yeah, and ten in the morning. And what does that have to do with anything?”
“It means,” Adam responded slowly like he was talking to a child. “That I don’t have to worry about how drunk I get. I don’t have to work tomorrow.”
“Wow, this must be good. Fine,” Brad sighed. “You’re still going to tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“No, I won’t.”
Brad moved up to Adam’s face. “Yeah, you kinda will. My good buddy Matt is upset because his best friend Kris is heartbroken because my best friend Adam fucked him and ditched him.”
Adam shoved Brad back with his hands full of wine bottle and glasses, “That’s not what happened.”
Brad moved away and grabbed a wine opener from a drawer and relieved Adam of the bottle. He placed it on the table and started to open it. “Then what happened?”
“Are you drinking with me or not?”
Brad lifted a shoulder, “Why the fuck not.” He started to pour.
Brad refilled Adam’s wine glass. The bottle was almost empty…down two. Adam should start talking in three…two…
“It was amazing, you know,” Adam slurred. “I mean…I don’t…I mean, different amazing than you…me. But, why did he do that to me? Why does he have to be him? Why did it have to be good.”
“Why are you complaining about it being good?”
Adam’s head lolled against the seat of the couch. He had slipped to the floor after the first bottle.
“It shouldn’t be like this,” Adam continued. He finished off his wine, grabbed a pillow and laid flat on the floor. “I never should have…didn’t mean to…kinda love…think want…back.”
Brad glanced over at Adam. His eyes were closed, and he was mumbling Kris, Kris. Brad pulled out his phone and sent a text…
Sweets come over 2 Adams. PH3. Doorman will let you up
Brad grabbed a blanket and placed it carefully over Adam’s prone body and walked to the bathroom, waiting for the reply.
What? Why?
Brad sighed and punched in his response quickly.
Your man is drunk. I need 2 go. Someone needs 2 watch him
Call his friends. He’s not my man
Brad growled, “Dumbshit.” He typed again Heartbroken is no reason 2 b ass. Youre closest
Fine
Brad grinned as he put the phone away and called downstairs.
**
Adam burrowed into the blankets deeper, letting the soft down comforter wrap over him like a second skin. He paused and forced opened an eye. He shut it just as quickly as the bright sun flashed and nearly blinded him. He decided to turn and face the wall, waiting before he opened his eyes and have the bright light assault him again. Instead he rolled into a warm body. Eyes popped open at this.
He tentatively reached out to make sure he wasn’t imagining this.
“Mmmmm, too early…” came the mumble. The body turned and delved into Adam’s space, arms wrapping around him and the comforter. “Go back to sleep.”
Adam drew his arm out and touched the arm that was wrapped tightly around his hip. His hand drifted up over the elbow and triceps. His fingers flitted over the sprinkling of freckles at the shoulder.
“Shit,” he whispered as he leaned up on his elbow.
He lay back down as his head pounded from the base of his neck to behind his eyes. He closed them and hoped it was a dream. A hangover-induced dream that would go away once he woke up again.
Adam shifted to his side, opened his eyes and saw Kris reading a book. Warm brown eyes met his.
“Hey,” Kris said softly.
Adam cleared his throat, “Hey,” he croaked out. Kris stretched over him and came up with a glass of water and two Tylenol.
“Thanks,” he replied, finishing the entire glass. “Uh…”
“Don’t worry; I’ll be taking off now.”
Kris grabbed the book and started to get off the bed. Adam grabbed his ankle, “Don’t.” Kris stopped and sat back down. “Please. Just…wait here.” He waited until he saw Kris’s tentative nod. “I’ll be right back.”
Adam got up gingerly, waiting for the room to stop spinning. He walked as quickly as he could to the bathroom and splashed his face. He emptied his bladder and washed his hands. As he brushed his teeth, he noticed the used hand and bath towels folded up nicely and left on top of the hamper, as well as a small toiletries case. He touched it cautiously, then took a deep breath and walked out.
He stared at the empty bed and freaked out. He heard a curse from the kitchen and ran out to the noise.
“Don’t disappear like that!”
“Shit!” Kris had apparently changed into jeans and a t-shirt and was wiping down the counter and turned. “What?”
“Sorry,” Adam mumbled. He walked over and grabbed a dishrag to help wipe the coffee grinds into the sink. “I thought you left,” he said sheepishly.
Kris washed his hands, “I thought about it.”
“I…I’m glad you didn’t.”
“I thought all coffee makers had the same basic principle,” Kris said. “But apparently yours is some crazy contraption with a ton of buttons.”
“Yeah, um…here,” Adam grabbed the coffee and water and started to punch the buttons. “There. We’ll have coffee in, like, two minutes.”
“Nice place you have here,” Kris said wiping his hands on a paper towel. Adam watched as he padded over barefoot to the windows that surrounded the living room. “I think you can fit my entire studio in your bedroom. I mean, I figured your place would be amazing, and it is. And, the view. Wow.”
“Kris…”
“So, yeah. Um, Brad said you were drunk and needed someone to watch over you. I came over since apparently I’m a loser and have nothing better to do. You’re obviously fine now, so I think I should get going.” Kris’s hand fisted the paper towel, and he started to walk over to the door where his flip-flops were.
“Kris…please.”
Kris stopped and his shoulders drooped, “Please what, Adam?” He shoved the towel into his pocket then ran his hands through his hair, making the strands stick up even more. “Coffee should help, and drink a lot of water all day. I thought I saw some juice…”
“I’m sorry.”
Kris straightened himself out, still not looking back and covered the short distance to the door, “Yeah, me too.”
Adam didn’t know he could move that fast. He grabbed Kris’s arm and yanked him around. He held Kris’s head in his hands. Adam’s eyes studied Kris’s face. It was gaunt and he had dark circles under his eyes.
“Don’t go…” Adam pleaded. His thumbs moved gently along Kris’s cheekbones and he watched as Kris closed his eyes.
“I…” Kris started to say. He shivered and pulled away from Adam’s grasp. “Yeah,” he said shaking his head. “I can’t do this.”
Adam moved up into Kris’s space again. Kept moving forward each time Kris moved back, until Kris couldn’t move. Adam clicked the two deadbolts into place and waited. Kris shook his head and wouldn’t look at him.
Adam braced one hand next to Kris’s head and the other at his waist, trapping him.
“Hear me out, please,” Adam whispered. “I’m sorry. I fucked up.”
Kris turned his head, but Adam saw the unshed tears. “I shouldn’t have come over,” he said. “I don’t know…don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. Definitely shouldn’t have crashed.”
“I’m glad you stayed,” Adam insisted. He moved his hand and touched Kris at the waist. His hand moved under the shirt to feel Kris’s sleek skin on his. “I want you to stay.” Adam paused and rubbed his fingers over the soft skin. “I need you to stay.”
Adam’s other hand prickled with the need to touch Kris. Touch him more and all over. Instead he unlocked his elbow and ran his hand through Kris’s soft hair. Adam closed his eyes at the sensation and tried to stifle a moan. His fingers massaged and scraped Kris’s scalp. He bit back a smile when he felt Kris shudder under him. He bent slightly to kiss the raging pulse he saw in Kris’s neck. He kissed it then licked at it sloppily, making it wet and licked it back dry. Adam fought back the urge to mark him. Mark him and make sure he never left.
“Adam…” Kris’s voice hitched. “Don’t…I can’t…”
“Go. Tell me to stop, and I’ll let you leave.” Adam said, kissing a path down Kris’s throat to the edge of his shirt. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good,” Adam continued. “I’m an asshole, and I don’t think I can stop. You’ll have to tell me to stop.” Adam licked his way back up the same path. He gripped Kris’s head and pulled his head back to expose more of this throat. “I fucked up.”
“I need…you need to…”
Kris moaned as Adam continued to drop light kisses along his throat. Adam’s other hand reached around Kris’s back and slid up and around to rub his nipples. Kris’s hands grabbed both of Adam’s and yanked them off him.
“Don’t,” he said. His breath came out harsh and deep. “You don’t get to do that to me,” he panted. “You…” he wiped at his eyes. “You don’t get to touch me…not like that. Not anymore.”
Adam stepped back, “You’re right. I’m sorry.” But then Adam closed the gap, grabbed Kris’s face. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so fucking sorry. I never should have left like that.” He made Kris look at him, hoping Kris would see the anguish he felt. “I should have called you back, but you freaked me out. That night freaked me out. I wasn’t supposed to feel like that.”
“Feel…feel like what?”
Adam loosened his grip, but didn’t let go. “Feel like…feel like I would die without you. Feel like everything I’ve ever known meant nothing without you in my life.” Adam touched his forehead to Kris’s and closed his eyes. “Feel like I had something I wasn’t allowed to have. Feel like you were and would be my world.”
Adam felt Kris’s breath leave his body as if he were punched in the gut. He felt Kris close his eyes. “It…you freaked me out, Kris. I didn’t know how to deal with it.”
“Adam.”
Adam shut everything out. He was standing with Kris, inhaling Kris’s scent and he waited. Waited for Kris to jerk out of his hold and walk out the door.
“I’m sorry, Kris.”
“You’re…” Kris’s voice caught. Adam felt Kris’s warm, calloused hands reach up and cover his. He felt Kris’s hand wipe the tears off his cheek. “You’re such an asshole,” he whispered.
Adam lifted his head and saw the tears on Kris’s face. Kris pulled Adam’s hand off his face and leaned in to kiss the tears that hung off his jaw. Adam’s body heaved with a giant sob, “Please…don’t go.”
“I won’t.”
Adam heaved Kris into his body wrapped his arms around him. He shook in relief as Kris’s arms closed over his. They stood together, surrounded in each other’s arms.
**
“It’s Brad’s birthday party, everyone is kind of kissing each other. No big deal,” Matt stated matter-of-factly.
Kris lifted both eyebrows, “Wow. I should have gotten Brad a better present. A few months with him and you’re kissing men on the lips. Who knew?”
Matt smacked the back of his head, “Plebian. Thought you, of all people, would be more open-minded about this kind of thing.”
Kris couldn’t contain his laughter, “Wow. If I find you making out in a dark corner with a dude, I will not be holding Charles and Cale back from the mocking. I might actually join them.”
Matt blew out an exasperated breath and walked away mumbling about expanding one’s experiences. Kris looked around for Adam. He had disappeared almost immediately, being dragged away by Brad. Brad’s party was ridiculous, but he expected no less. It was a combination birthday and Halloween party, so everyone was dressed in crazy outfits, but no masks. Tons of make-up, yes…masks, no. Brad wanted to make sure he saw everyone’s pretty faces.
Brad flounced up to Kris and grabbed his arm, “Sweets! You made it.” He stopped and eyed Kris and forced him to spin, “And you dressed up! Prep school never looked so hot!”
Kris blushed, “Uh, thanks?” Kris looked down at himself-plaid shorts, a collared shirt, tie and blazer-his outfit didn’t seem like a big deal. He re-adjusted his glasses, a concession to the nerd/prep-school shorts for Adam. If Adam was going to make him wear the white gym socks with loafers, then he’d wear his glasses and get Adam hot and bothered all night.
Kris had discovered how much Adam loved the glasses the afternoon of “hangover day” a month ago. After crying and wiping his eyes so much, Kris’s contact ripped. Adam had insisted on walking back to Kris’s place. Kris’s eye was such a mess he couldn’t put a new one in, so he took the other out and pulled out his glasses. They had dinner in that night and had lunch delivered the next day.
The last month had been a whirlwind of craziness. The sex was…different. More intimate, more raw. The relationship itself? It was everything Kris had never thought he needed, but realized he wanted. Didn’t realize he could have…and with Adam.
And that Charles and Cale liked Adam? It was a bonus. The fact that their varying friends with their personalities could get along, and actually seemed to like each other made Kris feel warm and fuzzy. Now he watched as Brad tried to add more feathers to Cale’s Indian headdress and Charles explaining the rules of football to a group of Brad’s more artistically inclined friends.
Kris caught a flash of Adam’s red sequined Santa hat and stumbled his way towards him. Adam thought the costume would be both ironic and funny. Kris was just glad the red made him stand out, and because he was able to catch sight of him so quickly. He watched as a man in a mime costume kissed Adam on the mouth and walked away. Kris shot imaginary laser beams into the back of the man’s head. Adam continued his way through the party, drink in hand.
Another man, this time in a glittery cowboy outfit pulled on Adam’s arm and greeted him hello with a kiss, and not a brief one. Kris squinted his eyes thinking he saw tongue.
“Oh hell no,” Kris muttered. He pushed his way through the crowd and felt like he was getting no closer to Adam. His new friendship with Brad also meant more people stopping him to say hello.
Kris watched as a third man, this time in a Dracula costume, teeth and cape included, stopped Adam and nuzzled his neck as Adam laughed.
Kris finally made it outside and he searched for Adam. Adam was alone, sitting on a bench, arms outstretched on either side of him, face lifted to the sky. He looked so sexy with his red and white fur-trimmed coat open and the sparkly black belt on his matching pants. The black Doc Martens were unlaced, showing off the hint of glittery striped socks.
“Is Santa taking requests tonight? Even though it’s only October?” Kris asked shyly.
Adam grinned lasciviously and patted his thigh, “Never too early, my dear boy.”
Instead of sitting on Adam’s knee, Kris placed Adam’s legs together and straddled him. Adam, taken off guard, quickly reached his arms around Kris’s back and kept him from falling backward.
Kris smiled wickedly, “I think I like sitting like this better.”
Adam choked, “I’m not complaining.” Adam shifted on the bench, “So, what can I do for you?”
“I’m a little confused and angry, I guess.”
Adam’s eyes became concerned, “Oh?”
Kris tilted his head, “I know I’m not supposed to, but…”
“But what?” Adam asked quietly.
Kris kissed him hard, funneling his anger and jealousy into his lips. He used his lips to pull at Adam’s, wanting them to turn red and swell up quickly. Make them look devoured and debauched. He drove his tongue into Adam’s mouth as Adam’s hands no longer held his waist, but gripped his back, holding him down. As Kris pulled away, he bit Adam’s lower lip.
“What was that for?” Adam struggled to get out.
Kris cupped Adam’s face until they were eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose. “Just staking my claim. This,” he said kissing him softly this time, “for as long as we’re together, is mine.” Kris rubbed his thumb softly over Adam’s lips, smiling as he saw how red they were. He stroked his other hand over Adam’s face and down his body, welcoming the shivers his touch was causing. He stopped at Adam’s hips and fitted his hand between them. “And this,” he said cupping Adam’s erection, “is also mine, and mine alone.”
Kris palmed his cock through the Santa pants and kissed his throat. “I.” he punctuated between a kiss. “Don’t.” He licked the corner of Adam’s mouth. “Share.” He touched his nose to Adam’s and ground his hips into his body. “Understood?”
**
Adam’s hands moved from Kris’s back and waist to grip Kris’s thighs tightly. He felt his body thrust up, without restraint, to meet Kris’s downward movement. He threw his head back as Kris palmed him.
I. Don’t. Share.
If Kris physically and verbally staking his claim on Adam in public wasn’t the hottest thing Adam ever heard, those three words nearly undid him.
“I…” Adam squeaked. He cleared his throat. “I think I can live with that.”
~The End~
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