Playing with Fire: Chapter 9
Title: PLAYING WITH FIRE
Ship: Adam/Kris from American Idol
Plot: Kris goes too far in teasing Adam while on tour. (No Drake or Katy exist in this story.)
Style: Humor/Dialogue
Note: Written upon request for ontd_ai kink meme #50. You may not archive or post elsewhere without express permission.
Previous entries:
Playing with Fire: Chapters 1-4
Playing with Fire: Chapter 5
Playing with Fire: Chapter 6 Playing with Fire: Chapter 7
Playing with Fire: Chapter 8
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Chapter 9: On fire. FIANLLY
Adam then used his index finger to wipe across the top of his own cock. Lifting his hand up to Kris’ lips, he slid his finger inside Kris’ willing mouth. “Or rather, get used to my taste.”
Kris felt his already weakened knees begin to tremble and looking down, he saw Adam’s cock pointing at him. What the hell, he decided, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought about doing it a million times and it wasn’t as if his knees weren’t buckling. He began to sink down while staring at Adam’s cock, leaking pre-come. “I’d... like to get used to your taste...”
“Not yet,” Adam said, but found himself unable to move as Kris’ gaze on his cock seemed to hold him in place, his feet rooted to the floor while his cock seemed to point directly at what it wanted. He clenched his fists, fighting for control, fighting the urge to push Kris to his knees and begin to take his mouth, that damn mouth of his.... Damn, if Kris’ contemplating sucking him made him this hot... No, Adam, he told himself, you learned how to avoid thinking about Kris’ damn mouth months ago. Control....
Starting to slide down the door, Kris reached out without a second’s hesitation and circling Adam’s hard cock in his hands. He had thought about this moment so many times, it seemed almost surreal, but the heat and weight in his hands was real, so real... Finally. “I want to suck you, Adam-“
“I said, not yet.” Adam pulled Kris up by the elbows and to Kris’ surprise, picked him up easily. With two long strides, Adam tossed Kris onto the bed, grabbed the tube of lube and tossed it onto a pillow and in the same arch of movement, fell on top of him.
His breath leaving him in a sudden burst as Adam’s weight pressed him into the softness of the bed, Kris gasped in a combination of excitement and frustration.“I want...” he complained as he tried to move his hands from his sides to rub Adam’s back only to be stymied when Adam snatched up both hands and shoved them over his head, one hand wrapped around both of Kris’ wrists. “Your hands are big...” Kris noted unnecessarily as he flexed his forearms and got nowhere within the tight circle of steel of Adam’s fingers.
“The better to hold you down with...” Adam growled in a deep voice. He had those leather straps...
“Are you the big bad wolf?” Kris shivered at the tone of Adam’s voice and the feel of - FINALLY - their naked bodies rubbing against each other. God, Adam was big and long and... Adam flexed his hips and... oh yeahhhhh, he was big and long there too...
“I already ate you up, didn’t I? But I’m still hungry.” Adam licked his way into Kris’ mouth, licking his bottom lip slowly and voluptuously, as if they had all the time in the world, sliding inside, then retreating to trace the edge of his upper lip, then slanting his head to stroke the slight roughness of the flatness of his tongue across Kris’ lips again and again until Kris tilted his head, opened his mouth, and hungrily sucked Adam’s tongue inside.
Kris writhed under Adam, barely aware that he had moved his legs to the side to cradle Adam, a willing prisoner, who wanted more, more, more, he thought as Adam finally released his hands and Kris once again stroked through the thick, smooth strands of Adam’s hair, then down at his shoulders. He groaned in frustration as Adam’s mouth left his, then groaned again as Adam bit his bottom lip, before bending his head and nipping at Kris’ collarbone. Kris took deep dragging breaths as Adam’s legs slid along his, the new feeling of long muscles and hair-roughened skin tickling his own and distracting him until he felt the bite of sharp teeth on his nipple. Kris stared down at Adam’s face, the long lashes fanning over his cheekbones as he licked the reddened nipple into hardness.
Slowly, too damn slowly, Kris thought and wrapped his hands around Adam’s biceps and tried to pull him back up. Not enough, he thought, not enough. He knew Adam was holding back, being careful with him. Ridiculous. He dug his fingers into the muscles and tugged harder, scraping his nails along the skin. When Adam gave a soft moan, Kris parted his lips in shock and did it again, then moved his hands to Adam’s chest and tried again.
Oh no. Adam pulled back, resisting Kris’ grasp and knew that the only way to resist Kris’ hands was to use his own. Pushing Kris' hands aside over and over, he stroked Kris’ body from neck to calves, pressing firmly, impressing the feel of his hands on Kris’ body as they touched shoulders, neck, chest, abdomen, pausing to skim lightly over the scar, then touching firmly over the hips, skirting the cock that was weeping for attention, squeezing the thigh muscles he’d longed to stroke for so long, then down over Kris’ calves.
What a view, Adam thought, as he knelt between Kris’ feet and pushed them back until they were flat against the bed, his knees bent. Circling Kris’ ankles with his large hands, Adam shoved them further back with a sharp jerk. “Does this hurt?”
“No. You're just..firm.” Kris smiled at Adam, knowing he might get rough and the flames between them might threaten to burn dangerously. But the core of sweetness inside Adam, would only lead to melting together into one. “Hurry up, Lambert. You don’t need to coddle me. You have no idea how ready I am now.”
Adam grinned and stroked his hands up Kris’ legs, pausing to squeeze the muscles in the top of Kris’ thighs, before both hands converged slowly but firmly, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, before fanning the flames to greater heights when he grasped Kris’ cock in one hand and cupped his balls in another. “Newsflash, Kris. One great advantage of being with a guy is that you know exactly how ready he is.”
“Well, then, move it!” Kris demanded, bending forward to reach for Adam’s cock. “Move this. Into me...” He tentatively wrapped his fingers around it and when Adam nodded, grasped it firmly and began to move up and down, gently pulling Adam toward him. Adam raised an eyebrow, then suddenly threw himself down on top of Kris once again, bucking his cock against Kris, using his hands to move Kris, showing him the rhythm he wanted. Kris closed his eyes to concentrate on the sensation of all that skin and weight and oh, the heat. He had always been cold and then Adam had come along and he knew what heat source he’d been seeking his whole life. He sighed happily even as his body rocked against Adam’s eagerly. “Oh... I do love the way you move. Move into me, already...”
Staring at Kris’ face, Adam bit his lip. If Kris had any idea what his total inability to hide his need did to him... He whispered, “Open your eyes for me.”
Kris laboriously lifted his lids and stared into the deep beautiful blue of Adam’s eyes. “I could drown in your eyes...” Kris whispered back. He should write that in a song. Someone probably already had, he thought idly as he slid his right hand to Adam’s eyebrow, then lightly brushed the eyeshadow and liner before touching Adam’s eyelashes and Adam’s eyes automatically closed. And it was probably sappy and... But who cared about some other song, whoever might have written that hadn’t been talking about Adam. Without conscious thought, Kris demanded, “Adam, open your eyes for me.”
“Kris, open your legs for me...” Adam countered, blinking rapidly, before shifting his thighs, hitting against Kris’ knees, pushing them further apart.
A few seconds later, Kris opened his mouth, taking deep uneven breaths as Adam’s hands and then oh god, that mouth of his moved over his skin, every inch, he swore as he seemed to catch on fire everywhere. Kris squeezed Adam’s shoulders, then tried to bend forward, wanting, needing to touch, to kiss those freckles there, that he knew Adam hated but he loved, they were like, kisses from God, he swore, because how could anyone be so beautiful except that God had made him so? He fell back, trying to breathe as he felt perspiration break out all over his body, smoothing Adam’s way. He licked dry lips, watching Adam’s lips with that damn freckle move over his chest, nibble at his nipple, then suck, then glide over his rib cage, down to his hip, where they parted as Adam bit, then soothed the hurt with his tongue, then over his thighs where... ohyessss... Kris lifted his leg to Adam’s mouth, he could do that with his tongue along his muscle, oh yesss... And then. “Oh, no, don’t stop-“
“Believing? I believe you need to turn over.” Adam stood up, picked up his backpack and brought it over to the bed. Standing there, he frowned down at Kris who was still staring up at him, with a look of longing so heated that Adam felt a flush cover his chest. He felt almost...beautiful, which was -
“No. I’m gonna touch you now. You’re beautiful.” Kris reached out for Adam, desperate to touch that skin and-- “Your freckles...oh god, those freckles... Let me taste them...”
Adam grimaced. He hated those damn freckles. Had spent what seemed like his entire adult life trying to overcome the cuteness of freckles with fierceness. Speaking of which. Adam shoved Kris onto his stomach and reached for his open backpack.
“I said-“ Kris began to turn back over.
Thwack
Sting Kris gasped as the tips of a few whip strands touched his hip. He turned his head in shock to see Adam standing there with a smug grin on his face and something scary in his hand. “You did not just use that whip on me!”
“I did. You said you liked it when I corrected you.” Adam twirled the whip around.
Kris felt his breath catch in his throat. Oh, the fantasies he’d had watching Adam with a whip on stage... “But...”
“Oh, I see. You want me use it on your butt?” Adam lifted the whip again. “You do need to be punished, don’t you? For not doing what I just told you, for not telling me, for months-“
Thwack!!!
Adam smacked the whip down, harder this time, on the bed and once again the tips of the leather flicked Kris’ hip.
“No!“ Kris cried out and quickly rolled onto his back and began to edge backwards. Why not? Adam would do something else. Something no doubt mind-blowing in response. He almost wanted to laugh, almost, from the sheer joy of knowing he could do anything, say anything, be anything with Adam. “No, don’t...Not the whip...”
“Really. Are you certain?” Adam leaned over Kris and slowly began to trail the whip along Kris’ left thigh,. “Because your cock says otherwise.”
“Wha...” Kris gaped in shock at himself. Yup, his mind was getting blown. He looked away from the whip and toward his groin. He watched in amazement as the cool leather strands teased his over-heated skin, then brushed back and forth, back and forth over his cock, which seemed to be rising harder and harder to the occasion. “Whoa. No kidding. I didn’t...” He bit his lip, trying for control. If Adam kept doing that... In a panic, he grabbed Adam’s wrist and held it in the circle of his fingers.
“Nervous?” Adam twisted his hand inward and then down, breaking the strength of Kris’ hold, while still saying within the circle of his fingers. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he spun the whip around so that the handle was now pointing up and began to rub the hard, woven blunt end of the whip along the inner muscle of Kris’ thigh. He nodded as Kris’ muscles tensed, then pressed harder. “I asked. Are you nervous?”
“Yes, no. Yes... “ Kris changed his mind as Adam brought the whip closer to his balls, then retreated, then advanced again. What was he doing... Feeling the line where the whip handle was stroking like a line of heat that was nudging its’ way towards his cock and balls, Kris understood. Adam was seducing him with that damn whip. He was. “Nervous about you with that whip? Not...too much,” Kris admitted. He relaxed his hand and moved it up and down Adam’s forearm in a caress. “I trust you.”
“You should.” Adam pressed the handle into Kris’ thigh and watched as Kris automatically bent his knee and splayed his leg open. He had been made for this. Damn. So much time wasted because Kris was a damn tease. He rubbed the handle against Kris’ thigh, along the long muscle, over and over, each time drawing nearer to Kris’ center, each time feeling Kris’ body hitch, then release, the whip gliding smoother each time as perspiration began to dampen Kris’ skin. Sliding the woven handle up and up, Adam watched Kris’ eyes darken with heat, then blink in shock as he brushed it along Kris’ balls and then teased lower, sliding over the still-wet lube. Kris jerked and bit his lip.
“Adam, I’m not sure about...” Kris told him even as he lifted his hips up.
In a deep voice, Adam said, “Don’t worry. I’m not using that whip handle to open you up.” Adam paused to see Kris’ eyes widen. Not enough. “Or at least not tonight.”
Kris put his hand over his heart, hoping the action would contain it so that it didn’t beat right out of his chest. “I’m gonna die. Happy. But you’re gonna kill me.”
With his free hand, Adam grabbed Kris’ hand from his chest and shoved it over his head. Leaning down so that his body loomed over Kris, he brushed his cock along Kris’ thigh. “I said I would. You owe me, boy.”
“Really. And just how are you going to make me pay?” Kris pushed back against Adam’s hand, knowing he didn’t have a chance against the bigger man’s greater size and determination tonight, but eager to see what resistance would give him as a reward. “Huh? Tell me-“
THWACK
Kris grinned as the whip hit the bed. Adam was in control. What could he do to set him off? Talking, teasing seemed to work. Stick with what worked, Allen. “Are you really still angry about the fact that I’ve known for a long time that I fantasized about you, wanted you?”
“Hell, yeah.” Adam frowned. What was this penchant Kris had for endless conversation during sex? He released Kris’ wrists, then ran a firm hand down Kris still upraised arm, lingering over the bulge of his bicep. He leaned over Kris and slowly lowered his head, feeling Kris watching him as he pressed his arm into the soft mattress. When Kris began to push back, Adam leaned into him, using gravity and his greater size to hold him down and with a look, bent his head again and gave Kris a sharp nip, then scraped his teeth along the curve, feeling Kris’ arm tremble. Good. He bit it again, hard. At least Kris was quiet. They could talk any time, did talk any time. Right now was about having sex. Who knew when or if-
“C’mon, we can share now. You must have had some awesome fantasies. I know I did.” Kris smiled and ran his fingertips up and Adam’s arm. “Did I mention I love your arms? Let’s start there. Every night I stand there, holding my breath like every woman in every arena, dying for you to take off the jacket. And I know what they were thinking, because I was thinking the same thing, that we’ll start with the arms and... Wait. Did you have fantasies about my arms or starting with my arms?”
“Your arms are amazing, but...” Adam’s head snapped up as he clenched his jaw and felt his fingers tighten around the whip handle. He instantly opened his hand and dropped the whip.
“Well, then. So you started with my arms and then what? Spill it, Lambert!”
Adam jerked Kris’ hand off him and once again shoved it over his head, while sliding his body on top of Kris. Turning his head, he licked his way across Kris’ chest, over the muscles there, teasing a nipple until he hardened under his tongue, then when Kris was arching into his mouth, leaving immediately to take a sharp bite out of Kris’ bicep. Kris moaned and pushed his arm against Adam’s mouth and Adam bit again. Nudging Kris’ legs open, he knelt between them and began to rub his cock along the edge of Kris’ thigh where it met his pelvis. Up and down, over and over, until he felt his own pre-come mixing with Kris’ perspiration to make a slick friction. “There, I’m starting to spill it. Is that what you wanted?”
“I wanted...” Kris felt his body roll against Adam’s and tried to turn, needing to feel Adam’s cock against his. Just the way he.. Oh yeah, damn Lambert had asked a question. It was... what was it again? He had never imagined just how his brain would melt when he and Adam finally did it, had never imagined... Oh yeah. “ I wanted you to tell me one of your fantasies, a real story...”
“Full-fledged fantasies? No,” Adam blurted out as he looked down and watched their bodies together. “I... never allowed myself to think about you that... completely when I jerked off.”
“Whaaaat?! It’s only a.. Who has that much control?” Kris shook his head as his sluggish brain struggled to make sense of Adam’s words. Adam was being honest and given the ...Wait. What was that look in his eyes? Suddenly Kris knew and bit his lip. Vulnerability. No. Adam should never feel that way around him, he decided and flung his arm around Adam’s back and pulled him close, rubbing his cheek against Adam’s hair as Adam licked Kris’ neck. “You. I know. You. You have that much control. Which was, in case you haven’t guessed it before, totally unnecessary.”
“Yeah. I’m going to kill you,” Adam growled against Kris’ neck, his lips traveling downward to part, then his teeth bit at Kris’ collarbone before moving lower, feeling and hearing and he thought, being surrounded by the hard pounding of Kris’ heart.
“So you keep saying. But...Where?” Kris grinned suddenly as a slew of ideas came to him. “In the shower? All wet?” he asked before turning his head and licking the length of Adam’s bicep. “Wet is good.”
“Yeah. It is.” Adam sat up, ran his fingers through the wetness on his cock and lifted his fingers to Kris’ lips. Rubbing Kris’ lower lip, he pressed down, and ordered, “Suck them clean. And then I’ll give you more.”
Kris eagerly opened his lips and sucked Adam’s fingers inside, hearing the slurp of his mouth and Adam’s wet fingers.
Adam nodded. Finally, the boy had stopped talking. He licked the fingers on his right hand, before reaching for the lube and quickly spreading the liquid on his fingertips. He smiled at the glazed look on Kris’ face. “Wet is good, right? Then you’ll love this...” He spoke softly, his voice deep and throaty as he slid his fingers over Kris’ tightening balls, then lower, circling, circling, then tapping the center, before sliding inside. Damn, Kris was hot, Adam thought and then thought the same again, in a different way as Kris moaned around the fingers in his mouth and pressed against the finger below. “You want more wetness?”
Kris pulled his mouth away from Adam’s fingers to moan. “Yesssss.”
“Good. Because for you....The supply will be inexhaustible.” Adam moved his left hand down to his cock, stroking it while Kris watched and wiggled against his hand, then wiped his fingertips to catch the pre-come, bringing it back to Kris’ mouth. Adam felt his cock harden even more as Kris lifted his head and opened his mouth and sucked Adam’s fingers inside as if he were starving.
Adam tasted so good, Kris thought and then... oh yeah... Adam felt so good, that cock of his, rubbing now against his own and... No! Adam was moving his finger out. NO. Kris bit down on Adam’s fingers in protest, then gasped around them when Adam slid back in, but with two fingers. Gently, but firmly, he pressed inside two fingers inside and Kris’ head fell back, and he sucked voraciously on Adam’s fingers even as his body clenched on Adam’s and - He tore his mouth free and cried out, “Adam, I want you to -“
“You wanted me to tell you about jerking off in the shower?” Adam asked, watching Kris’ eyes nearly cross in frustration.
“Damn it, Lambert!” Kris’s grasping hands circled Adam’s arms, tugging at him, needing him to be closer as his body rocked involuntarily against the invading fingers that were insistently taking him places, touching him in places that... “Oh yesssssssssss!”
Gently pressing his fingers wider and wider, Adam was shocked at Kris’ insistent and rhythmic clenching. He had never even dared to hope that Kris’s body would be so ready, so receptive, so... He indulged himself with a long look down Kris’ body, damp and glistening in the soft light of one lamp. He could do this all night, look at Kris, watch him come undone, feel the heat rise and envelop him, them both. All night and yet it would never be enough. This insatiable need was why he’d never allowed himself to imagine what lay in his arms right now. “Not yet. I think I need time to come up with my fantasies-“
“Yeah. Because...” Kris gulped, rolling his head from side to side on the pillow. His hands slipped from Adam’s arms and he was unsure if it was due to his own sweaty palms or the glistening moisture of Adam’s own perspiration, the hint of it mixing with Adam’s cologne. God, he loved the scent. It was enough... Hmm. Maybe he could push Adam along...
“One time...” Kris bit his lip as Adam reached out, those long arms of his able to reach for the nightstand and a small makeup case from which he pulled out a condom. Kris groaned in relief, then forced himself to go on, while running his hands up Adam’s chest, hands splayed over his muscles, then brushing, then tweaking Adam’s nipples. “One time I uncapped your cologne and brought it into the shower with me while I jerked off. Do you know that the scent of it alone gives me a hard on when I remember what I thought about in that shower?” He waited and smiled triumphantly when he felt the wave of heat roll up Adam’s chest and his heartbeat quicken under his palm. “Because I did think about you. Full-length, full-fledged. Do you want to know my fantasies? I’ve had them for months.”
“I am going to kill you.” Adam slowly withdrew his fingers, then carefully inserted three back into Kris’s body. His hand, he knew, was damp and sliding and oh god, his cock had a mind of its own as he thrust against Kris, their mingled pre-come making them slick and...oh...so....good. Condom. Condom. Now. Where- Oh yeah, his hand.
Lifting himself up for Adam’s hand, pushing his cock against Adam’s, Kris panted, then determinedly asked, “How ‘bout we take a shower and I can show you some of the fantasies I came up with in there? Over the course of months?”
Adam pressed his finger against Kris’ sweet spot and watched his eyes roll back. “I am seriously going to kill you. Shut up.”
“No...” Kris groaned and gripped Adam's skin as he felt the bed fall away into the vortex Adam was creating. He struggled for breath, for a hold on his own control because, damn it, he didn’t want to come yet, not without Adam this time. He wiggled away - or tried to - from Adam’s clever, knowing fingers. “NO!” he shouted.
Slap
Beyond the point of indulging Kris’ need to blather all freaking night long, Adam slapped Kris’ thigh, then handed Kris the condom packet. “Make yourself useful, boy.”
“Yes, sir.” Kris grabbed the condom packet, then cursed as his trembling hands took longer than he wanted before, finally...
rripp
The small packet opened and Kris fished out the condom. Adam grabbed it from him and in a flick of his fingers, sheathed his cock inside it. “That was fast!” Kris exclaimed as his hands grabbed for Adam’s hips and pulled him forward. “Thank god you know what you’re doing, because I can’t wait, I can’t---” Kris bit down hard on his lip as Adam’s cock brushed over his balls then began to rock against his opening. “I feel like I’m burning up, Adam, please-“
“How would you like me to take you the first time?” Adam asked, brushing Kris’ lips with his own, before diving inside and taking his mouth as if it belonged to him. Which it should. He pulled back reluctantly as he felt Kris’ cock thrusting against his lower abdomen in short sharp movements. Kris was too close already and he was not going to come until Adam was deep inside his heat. He circled the base of Kris’ cock with his fingers and squeezed. The hand, an ever-available cock ring. “You must have had your fantasies about it, right? And you wanted to talk about them, right? So here I am, at your service. So...talk.”
Kris groaned and spluttered as the need, frustration, and his laughter swirling in him spilled out. “How can you...make me so crazy in every possible fucking way?”
“And we will explore every possible fucking way, but for right now tell me your best fantasy about the first time you give it up to me.”
“Any way you want. You know best. Besides, don’t you have one?” Kris countered, running his hands curved around Adam’s ass. Finally. That ass. In his hands. That’s what he wanted. Wanting... He had so many ideas. But... Adam must have more. “Oh, that’s right you don’t. Poor poor baby... HEY!” He called as Adam shoved against his opening, then pulled back. He squeezed Adam’s ass hard, almost hoping he left a bruise, then forced himself to speak. One last time, damn it. One last try to push Adam over the edge. “It’s not my fault you had too much self control.”
“Okay. That’s not going to be a problem tonight.” Adam shoved back on his knees in a sharp move that dislodged Kriss hands, shoved his own hands under Kris’ thighs and pulled them over his shoulders. Kris’ mouth opened in a startled “O” and Adam chuckled. “Enough damn talking.”
“But Adaaaaaaaammmmmmmm...” Kris whined, moving his hands into Adam’s hair, stroking the soft, silky strands . “You love to analyze- Ohhhhhhhhhh!” Kris shrieked in excitement as Adam’s cock pushed against his opening. So long and oh yes, so..... He gulped and gasped for breath as the head of Adam’s cock pushed slowly and inexorably inward and then suddenly popped inside... So long and hard and... “You’re in...”
“Not yet...” Adam said in a low tone. “Not all the way and that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Kris stared into Adam’s eyes and every muscle in his body - save one, he thought, almost giddily - heated and then, that melty-sensation he’d first feared, then surrendered to enjoying, came over him, the result of the fire lit by the intense focus only Adam had. Now, then, now Adam made him feel as if he was the only person in the world. Did Adam know - “I-“
“Tell me. Tell me how much you want my cock inside you. Without words.”
Kris stroked his hands along Adam’s scalp, massaging it, as he licked his lower lip and staring into Adam’s eyes, rocked forward gently and then, feeling Adam’s cock pushing in just a little more, then a little more, then pulling out, then feeling the pull and tug and burn, dove into the flames Adam was setting and shoved his body forward, taking Adam inside in one long arch of his body.
“Finally!” They both exclaimed, their eyes wide as they took deep breaths and stared into each other.
Adam brought his head down and in a movement Kris would later think of as being overtaken by a fire he wanted to consume him, took Kris’ mouth in a deeply-possessive slide of lips and tongue. Kris held onto Adam, his hands still in Adam’s hair as his legs slid around Adam’s hips and pulled him closer and closer. God, he couldn’t get close enough, he couldn’t move fast enough, he thought, and wiggled on the soft mattress, sliding further under Adam, pulling him down on top of him, wanting to feel Adam’s body against his own cock, wanting to feel the weight pinning him.
Tearing his lips away from Kris’ needy mouth, Adam pushed back on one hand to watch their bodies move and meld together, their damp skin sliding, the pre-come leaking between their bodies. He slid one hand between them, once again circling Kris’ cock in his hand, stroking it in hard slides, watching Kris melt under him, barely aware of the need igniting his own thrusts, so consumed was he in watching Kris melt under him.
His eyes were wide, his mouth was open, and then he groaned, tilted his head back and moaned, his lips parted, his eyes now fixed on Adam as if the world was held in his gaze. And, Kris thought, sliding his legs down so he could circle Adam’s shoulders with his arm and pull him close as his hips moved slowly and urgently urging Adam deeper again and again, it was. Everything he needed in the world was here, in his arms... inside his body, inside him.
“The look on your face...” Adam said, unaware of his own words as he bent his head, rubbed his nose along Kris’, then began to cover Kris’ face with warm kisses, giving Kris another moment to accustom himself to the invasion, however loving, of his body. He slowly began rocking forward, feeling Kris’ legs tremble before they suddenly tightened and his butt muscles clenched around Adam’s cock, holding him in and then, reluctantly letting him go as they caught fire together and set up a hard and fast rhythm that Adam felt, no, knew, was better than any song in the Led Zeppelin catalog. If he could write a song about this... And then he forgot about any music other than the sound of the moans and soft nonsensical words Kris was making as he flamed to life around him.
Adam felt the heat begin in his core begin to consume him, his thrusts grew long and deep and fast and his hand on Kris’ cock matched the movements. “Now...Do it, baby, come for me. I want to see you.”
“Adam!” Kris yelled as he stared into the heat of Adam’s eyes, his spinning world anchored only by what he saw there. He had never seen such passion, never felt such passion, such heat as the torturous pleasure that was vanquishing his ability to resist, that made him feel hard and needy and vulnerable all at once. So much heat, so much... feeling and oooh yesss, so much Adam. And as he began to spill into Adam’s hand, he felt that he had been steel that had melted in the inferno of their bodies and... He took a shaky breath and arched upwards as he felt Adam’s cock harden, impossibly, even more inside him and oh god, that look on his face, the need, the... was there anything ever as sexy as seeing Adam like this? No. “Yesssss....” he cried out as Adam’s head went back and exposed his neck. Kris launched himself upward and fastened his lips to Adam’s neck and bit it, hard, then gasped as the bite seemed to ignite another set of thrusts from Adam and...
“Krisssss....” Adam moaned as he began to fall on top of Kris, then turned his body at the last minute to fall to the side. He sighed shakily, barely able to feel the kisses Kris was pressing against his neck as the aftershocks reverberated through his body, somehow making his cock twitch again. Well. If that was going to happen, again... He groaned and reluctantly pulled himself out of Kris’ body.
“No, don’t...” Kris implored, pulling at Adam with still-shaky hands. “Come back to me. I’m cold without you.”
“I need to clean up. Be right back,” Adam promised, standing up and taking a long breath as he stood by the bed and looked down at Kris, still splayed out on the bed. So enticing. He shook his head, feeling his hair flop on his forehead and went to push it out of the way, then stopped to look at his hand. Kris made him forget the most basic, he made it feel new. He shook his head in disbelief at the turn his life had taken and began to walk toward the bathroom.
“Adam...” Kris whispered, afraid he wouldn’t be heard, yet unable to draw enough breath to speak louder. Adam immediately stopped, turned his head and Kris smiled, as always. Adam always made him smile. Always. How could you not smile at that face? “I...”
“Yes?” Adam waited, hoping -
“So...” Kris rolled onto his stomach, gratified when Adam’s gaze immediately went to his ass. “I think I know what you were singing about. Now. But I do have a question, just want to make sure---”
“I must have done this wrong if you can still talk.” Adam took a step forward and ran his left hand in a slow stroke over Kris’ butt cheek.
“Is this what that Ring of Fire is?” Kris asked as he grabbed Adam’s hand and moved it to the cleft of his ass.
Adam burst out laughing. He bent his head and rested it on Kris’ shoulder. “Truth time. I have honestly never in my life talked or laughed so much during sex.”
Kris turned over and swung his feet over to stand next to Adam. He smiled as Adam wrapped his arm around his waist, and his lips slid along Kris’ shoulder, kissing his skin. Once again, he raised his hands into Adam’s hair. “Possibly because you’ve never had sex with your best friend - me - before?”
Adam nodded, keeping his face hidden in the curve of Kris’ neck, before saying softly, “Possibly.”
Kris reached for Adam’s right hand and then, feeling the wetness, on it, stopped. “Your hand...” He whispered in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Because... Mmmmm. You taste so good...” Adam whispered back before lifting his hand to his mouth. Keeping Kris’ gaze, he slowly licked his palm clean.
“Oh...my... Adam...” Kris moaned, His head began to spin again and he felt his knees begin to buckle. “This time, I’m really... I can’t...”
“Gotcha.” Adam smiled as he caught Kris in the circle of his arms.
Story concludes HERE----> Playing with Fire: Chapter 10