Light My Fire Chapter 37.1 First half of chapter
LIGHT MY FIRE
Ship: Adam/Kris from American Idol
Plot: Adam teasing Kris during the AI show and tour.
Notes: No Drake or Katy exist in this story. Danny is somewhat of a douche. Written upon request as a turnabout from my last story, Playing with Fire, in which Kris teased Adam.
Style: Humor/Dialogue generally.
Rating: NC-17
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NOTE: LJ said this chapter was too long, so I had to cut it. Here's the first half since it's all done:
Chapter 37: Burning up the lines
"So. Fingernail polish?" Daniel asked as he elbowed Kris. "So you'd have a part of him with you?"
"Yeah." Kris smiled as he remembered painting his nail and Adam removing the polish from his. It had been a spur of the moment idea, but seeing the soft look in Adam's eyes and knowing he had pleased Adam's romantic side made him want to think of other ways to get that look in his eyes again.
"You are soooooooooooo in love with him, aren't you?" Daniel grinned. "You look all schmoopy. He's the one."
Kris looked away from his hand and around the room. No freaking way was he talking to his brother about his love life again; that conversation during his week long trip to StupidTown had been bad enough. He gestured toward the tv. "It's weird to think of you sitting here watching me on tv."
"It's weirder to be here watching you on tv." Daniel paused, then nodded toward Kris' hand. "So."
"So, isn't it time to head to the airport?"
"I was right." Daniel laughed gleefully.
"Here we go." Kris let out a deep sigh and collapsed back against the couch cushions and waited.
"Didn't I tell you when you were freaking out about being aggressive -- which was so damn stupid, like what guy wouldn't want their partner to want them that bad -- that you were in love with him?"
"Yeah, yeah, points to you. You were right." Kris glared sullenly at his brother. Why had he wanted to come home again? Too many questions, too much talk about, 'That gay guy -- is he really your friend?' and the only thing keeping him from screaming was knowing that it would be over soon. Why the the hell was it anyone's business, anyway?
"Points to me? I was right? That was too easy." Daniel frowned in disappointment. "Well, you just sucked all the fun out of that--"
"Funny how Adam never says that," Kris said quickly.
Daniel blinked, then hooted with laughter. "So it didn't occur to you before Adam that you might be gay?"
"I--Aw, geez."
"It didn't. You are totally lacking in self-awareness."
"What the hell? Did you talk to Adam about that?" Kris accused.
"No, but I am so right, aren't I? He thinks that too? Ha! Ya know what, I think I should talk to Adam, tell him what it's really like sharing space with you long term, you slob, and find out --"
"You should mind your own beeswax."
"Hey, I am. I'm not asking about your sex life, am I?" Daniel paused, then hooted with laughter when Kris turned bright red. "Although..."
"Let's put it this way. If I had any doubt I was gay...." Kris grinned, thinking that by this time tomorrow he'd be back in Adam's arms and being made real happy to be gay.
"Not anymore. I guess what it took to penetrate your lack of self-awareness was Adam's --"
"Shut up, asshole!"
"Speaking of penetrating and assholes..."
"Seriously, Mom's in the next room!"
"She and Dad are busy having an argument about when to tell people Adam's your boyfriend, not just your friend."
"This sucks. I hate this. I hate--"
"I know," Daniels said softly, watching his brother hunch over, a surefire signal that he was upset. "But unless you're planning on staying in the closet forever, which is not gonna work given the way you look at Adam--"
"I'm not gonna be in the closet forever, I just...don't know how...And the way people talk, just pisses me off."
"I gotchya." Daniel slapped Kris hard on the back, making him straighten up. Good. He smiled and decided to divert his brother. "Anyway, I took a psych class in college, remember? Or can't you remember the details of our little lives now that you're Mr. Famous? Ouch!" Daniel exclaimed when his brother punched him harder than strictly necessary, but managed to pitch his voice low enough to avoid his mother's attention. He grinned. "Well, I got curious after seeing you talk to your old friends after the parade. Like, if you'd known you were gay in high school, who would you have wanted to date?"
Kris blinked, then grinned back and quoted, "'Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie.'"
"Huh?"
"Cher said that in --"
"You're now quoting Cher?"
"From the movie Clueless." Kris smiled again as he remembered watching that movie with Adam and Allison in the movie room.
"You're now quoting the movie Clueless?" Daniel shook his head. "Cher was in a movie called Clueless?"
"No. I'm living in a movie called Clueless. Dork."
"Ha. I'm not clueless. I always wondered about you. And girls. And boys."
"No flippin' way," Kris scoffed. "I didn't even know--"
"Now, who's clueless? Dork. Ha!"
Kris groaned and wondered what bribe he would have to pay to convince his brother not to talk to Adam.
"I think I'm going to vomit," Neil grumbled as he listened to Adam explain the significance of his unpainted fingernail.
"You just can't stand to see people happy. That and your general misanthropy is really perverted." Adam grinned as his brother stuck his tongue out at him. "Gokey should talk to you."
"That would be cruel and unusual punishment. But c'mon, be honest. A painted fingernail -- I know you, that's just a way to claim your territory," Neil argued. Yeah, he knew Adam and he knew that Adam was head over heels for Kris.
"It was his idea! Not mine. Besides, I'm not possessive," Adam began. As his family looked at each other and began to laugh, he smiled and unconsciously touched his shoulder where lay a mark Kris had given him before they left on their trip homes. "Well, compared to him, I'm not."
"Seriously, Adam. Nail polish? That's so...temporary," Neil teased. "Why not just pierce his nipple or his dick and be done with it?"
"I've thought of that," Adam admitted. "But there's the problem--"
"That you'd want something sparkly and he'd want something plain?" Eber asked drily.
Adam laughed. "Okay, I admit I had thought of that, but that's not the--"
"Enough with the piercing talk," Leila ordered with a shudder. "You talk about Kris all the time. Please tell us more about the other contestants."
"Yes," Eber agreed. Going straight to the center of his concern, he pressed, "What about that Gokey guy?"
Adam grimaced, then smoothed his face out. He didn't want to dump those difficulties on his family, who would get much more upset than he was over it. "I hope that with more exposure to diversity, he can become more accepting and--"
Neil waved his hands in the air to stop his brother from talking, which he knew was a mission impossible. He listened half-heartedly as his father frowned and his mother put her hand over Adam's and squeezed. He knew Adam believed what he was saying, but he also knew Adamspeak. Waiting until Adam wound down, Neil shook his head. "Okay, bro, enough with the positivity crap. Does this guy need a pop in the nose?"
Neil waited, Adam was normally so repellently happy and positive that when he looked sad -- as he did right now -- it was worth noting. And doing something about. He could torture his brother, but damn if anyone else would.
Adam smiled as he looked at his family's concerned faces and nodded at Neil. He and Neil tortured each other, but when push came to shove, they'd push and shove as a united front. "I took care of it."
"Did you rip him to shreds like you did Neil last Thanksgiving?" Eber asked with a smile.
"No. Although..." Adam raised an eyebrow as he looked at his brother. "Perhaps I need a review of that technique. Let's practice."
"Yeah, great. Let's review. Not." Neil shook his head. Spill."
"Adam?" Leila prodded. "What happened?"
Looking into his mother's concerned eyes, Adam exhaled and then too another deep breath. "You know, the whole experience has been fantastic. Except for him. I tried to just ignore him. Be the better person. He was routinely difficult. I understand his religious beliefs, but there's a fine line, you know? Then one day, he got... insulting. To gays and women. Equal opportunity asshole." Adam felt his ire rise once again and forced it back down.
"Women?" Eber and Neil echoed.
"What did he say about women?" Neil asked, his voice rising. His mom was a woman so--
"Don't squeak," Leila said warningly, knowing what that sound portended.
Adam reassured his brother, "Don't worry. I took care of him."
Neil smiled back at Adam. He knew that particular facial expression of Adam's -- it meant that someone had crossed the line and even Adam had enough. Which usually meant you should run like hell. He leaned forward eagerly. "How?"
"Remember how we used to settle our own differences?"
"No visible marks?"
"None."
"Good job!" Neil lifted his palm for Adam to give him a high-five.
"Having you for an obnoxious little brother finally came in handy."
"I don't want to know..." Leila muttered. Looking into her older son's face and determining that he wasn't harboring any distress over the incident, she nodded. "Okay, then. Maybe we will talk about Kris. He's a nice boy."
"I bet he comes in handy," Neil quipped. He looked at his brother and they both laughed while their parents rolled their eyes.
Leila sighed and decided to change the subject. Again. "And I like his mom a lot. I've enjoyed talking to her."
"Why have you been talking to Kris' mom?" Adam asked.
Neil answered, "They're picking out napkins."
"No, we're not!" Leila laughed.
"Ha! I think the color will be purple," Neil continued.
"As if Adam would allow me to pick out anything." Leila rolled her eyes.
Adam offered, "You can go shopping with me one day soon and give me advice."
"That you'll ignore," Leila said from long experience.
"Not if you pick something sparkly. Speaking of which, on occasion I wish Kris would let me pick out his clothes," Adam confided. "I mean. Seriously, that boy should be ticketed by the fashion police some days."
"What's wrong with how he dresses?" Leila asked.
"His jeans are too loose. And..." Adam sighed as he thought about Kris' ass and thighs, which really... Neil cleared his throat and Adam looked up. Oh, he'd gotten distracted. Adam shuddered dramatically and said, "The plaid."
"You have that nice turquoise and white plaid shirt," Leila reminded him.
"It's turquoise."
"Brings out your eyes, I think." Leila smiled. "So does Kris notice that?"
"Kris..." Adam blushed and looked down at his bare fingernail. "He thinks I look beautiful in anything, everything."
"Ugh. I really will vomit," Neil complained, hiding his grin as his brother punched his arm. Although, ow! Really, did Adam have to wear all those rings? Hope he had worn them when he'd punched Gokey.
"It's good to be back home, where it's normal," Danny said, stretching his arms out and looking out at Lake Michigan. He was in the Top Three and on track to win this thing, but it was good to be home with people just like him. More comfortable and if there was one thing he'd learned, when something made you uncomfortable it was just wrong.
"How's it going in Hollyweird?" Danny's friend asked.
Gokey sighed and said, "It's difficult to be an effective witness for Christ there. So much temptation. Even those with the strongest foundation can be led astray."
"You're talking about that Kris guy? Did he really..."
"I'm not supposed to talk about the other contestants' private lives. But let's say that I'm hopeful that being home with his family -- who appear to be good Christians --might set Kris back on the right path."
"Where's Adam? Is he here yet?" Kris looked around the foyer and peered into the music room.
Maggie laughed at Kris' eagerness. He had arrived here from the airport ten seconds ago and was already fixating on Adam's whereabouts. She hoped no one ever accused Adam of being predatory with Kris, since Kris was the one who, at least in public, was always going after Adam. "He's in the kitchen with--"
"'Kay, thanks!" Kris called back over his shoulder as he picked up the pace and hustled straight toward the kitchen.
"At least you know your way in time to move out!" Maggie yelled after him, then slapped her hand over her mouth.
"Not supposed to show favoritism, Mags," Doug said with a grin as he walked toward her, Blackberry in hand. "And talking about Kris getting to move out of here and into a hotel as one of the two finalists who get to move to a hotel is definitely showing favoritism."
Maggie shrugged. "I shouldn't have said that but I can't help it if I want those guys to make it to the finals," she commented in a low voice.
Doug nodded. "They have what it takes to get there. And frankly, I think their relationship actually helps them both."
"Thank god! I'm home," Kris cried out as he flung himself at Adam and burrowed into him, breathing deeply to take in Adam's scent. He wiggled deeper into Adam's embrace to feel his solid warmth, glad anew that Adam was a big guy.
Closing his arms around Kris, Adam rubbed his cheek against Kris' hair, bent to kiss his ear then blinked in surprise when Kris turned his head and gave him a kiss on the lips instead. Happy, he whispered, "Oooh, sneaky little--"
"I don't need to watch this," Danny grumbled. Apparently being in Arkansas amongst good Christian people had done nothing to overcome Kris' lapse into sin, given the way he'd just attacked Adam as if he were starving and Adam were a piece of cake. There had to be a way to make the cake less sweet.
"Boo, you whore," Adam said. He grinned when Danny stopped to stare at him quizzically. "I meant, see ya later."
"Loser," Kris mumbled while playing with the sparkly belt on Adam's jeans. New. He thought. How quickly could that belt hit the floor? Was that kitchen island the right height? Was there any Coke in the fridge? Forget it, he had a cock almost in his hand. "Hey, what movie was that line from?"
"Mean Girls." Adam felt his cock harden as Kris' hands brushed over his belt. "You whined about watching it with Alli, Megan and me, but you liked it."
"Yeah, I felt I could relate to the fish out of water storyline," Kris admitted, leaning forward and taking a deep breath of Adam's scent. Yet something else he had missed. "Like I told my family, I felt so out of place here and you showed me the ropes. I appreciate it." He brushed his hands across Adam's hips, sliding them around to rest on the top curve of Adam's ass. Mine.
"Oh, believe me, the pleasure of showing you the ropes -- even if that was only figurative... as yet -- was mine..." Adam whispered, bending his head to brush his lips against Kris' mouth, reveling in how Kris' lips clung to his as if they'd never let him go. What a wonderful idea. He hoped...
Doug stared in the general direction of the kitchen. "Almost forgot. My wife wanted me to ask you if you thought their relationship will survive direct competition."
"I don't think they see it that way," Maggie said instantly. "I--ahahah..."
"What?" Doug turned around and watched Danny stalk by them with an enraged face. "Oh. A welcome home kiss must have sullied the kitchen. He'll probably be calling an exorcist."
"This is California. He'd have to call in a smudger. As long as he doesn't call Perez."
"That would be a dick move. Which--"
"Doesn't mean he won't do it." Maggie frowned. "I think I'll go have a talk with him."
"Have fun storming the castle." Doug grinned as Maggie sent him a look of death before following Danny. Although he didn't know why he was grinning given that it was going to be his turn next time. He really hoped Danny was going home next.
"Let's get out of here before he comes back," Adam urged as he unwound Kris from around him and gave him a slap on his ass, urging him out the door.
"If there is a god, he's going home this week," Kris grumbled as he glared in the direction Danny had taken.
"If the gods exist, you'd be naked, underneath me, screaming my name right now."
"Well, I'd hate to make you an atheist," Kris retorted, sliding his hand around Adam's tattooed wrist and pulling him toward the stairs.
"Maggie and Doug want to see us later," Adam said absently as he watched Kris' ass move in front of him.
"Yeah, I know. Sure, later, whatever..." Kris answered absently as Adam's hand squeezed his ass and his thumb pressed on the inseam of his jeans and... "Can you move it?"
"How was home?" Adam asked, his voice calm and pleasant as he dropped his hand from Kris.
"Huh?" Kris glanced back and saw Adam looking to the side. "Oh. Hey, Bill."
"Hey, boys. Good to have you back. Best of luck this week!" Bill the security guard said with a grin, noting how quickly the two guys were moving toward their room. Speaking into his walkie-talkie, he noted, "Bob, Rocky and Bullwinkle are headed toward their room."
"Did he just call us--" Adam began. He so did not want to be called Moose.
"Who cares?" Kris retorted as he hurried down the stairs, then stopped at the bottom to admit, "Okay, I may have mentioned those names to Bob one time and--"
"You're the one with no filter." Adam gave Kris a push to keep him going. "What did you say to your family while you were out there?"
"Who cares? Missed you." Kris sighed with relief when they reached their room. As Adam reached around him to open the door, Kris ran his fingers up Adam's bare forearm.
"How. Was. The. Trip?" Adam asked, forcing himself to concentrate to keep from banging Kris against the damn door, the feel of Kris' calloused fingertips against his bare skin like the taste of food against the tongue after he'd fasted himself on one of those stupid diets he used to try.
Speaking of tongues needing a taste, Adam thought as he grabbed Kris shoulders and pulled him up, angling his head to take Kris' lips in a needy swoop of his mouth, his heart pounding as Kris immediately parted his lips and licked at him until his tongue stroked inside Kris' wet heat until Kris moaned and his knees started to buckle. Damn... Adam's hands pulled Kris tighter up against him, bending him back as he went deeper still, seeking... oh yessss, there it was... that little hitch of breath, that tight clasp of Kris' hands around his arms and the spreading of legs, urging him closer still.
"Missed you!" Kris gasped for breath as Adam released his mouth. He rocked against Adam's leg, feeling his hard cock press against his jeans, but unable to stop the movement. "Need you--" He grabbed for Adam's shirt, tugging on it. "I swear to God, if you don't take this off I'll rip it and I know you like this shirt, so..."
"Have I mentioned before how much I like it when you get all grabby?" Adam smiled as he tossed the shirt over his shoulder.
"My brother did..." Kris said absently as his hands finally touched bare skin. Bare. Skin. Bare. Skin. More. Freckles. More. Unzip Adam's jeans, push them down. Oh yeah. Bare... What was Adam doing? Talking? Bare. Skin.... Big. Cock. Bare. Skin and --
"Your brother? Well. Tell me about the trip. Because it sounds interesting." Adam asked again, reaching for the button on the top of Kris' jeans and flicking it open while Kris toed off his sneakers. "Tell me."
"Ate a lot, talked a lot, heard about you a lot...Missed you a lot!" Without taking his eyes away from Adam's face and those eyes that were devouring him, Kris tried to unbutton his shirt, then gave up in frustration, his fingers too clumsy in their haste to handle the simple action. He tried to pull the shirt and tee-shirt off together and somehow, no doubt because Danny had cursed him, the shirts got tangled around his neck. Hearing Adam's laughter, he swore, then struggled harder when Adam's hands slid inside his jeans, feeling a sense of triumph when he finally got free.
Adam leaned over, his mouth licking and sucking the skin as he went along Kris' skin while he pushed off Kris' jeans and underwear and sank to his knees. Licking over Kris' ribs then down the trail in the center, Adam bit at Kris' belly button, then lowered his head to suck at the skin underneath. "Gonna leave a mark..."
"Don't care, like it anyway..." Kris licked dry lips and threaded his fingers into Adam's soft hair. Remembering suddenly, he told Adam, "Daniel told me that any guy would like a guy wanting him the way I wanted you the night I left those marks."
"Apparently he has all the brains in the family." Adam looked up and grinned.
"Hey!" Kris looked down and grinned back. At the love and heat in Adam's eyes, he felt his heart...well, thump, which was a cliche, but true. God, he was so happy to be back with Adam. He didn't care what anyone said, this was where he belonged. And oh yeah, he thought as Adam fisted his cock, this was where his cock belonged. All of him, any of him that Adam wanted.
"That's okay. You don't need to be smart, after all. You're pretty and you have a ..." Adam and licked the length of Kris' cock, feeling it harden and then jump against his tongue. "A very pretty cock."
"How the hell can a..." Kris shook his head. "Forget about it. You're right. I think your cock is gorgeous."
Adam pushed Kris' cock up and slowly licked his balls as a reward for that comment. Every time he thought Kris could not startle him again, he'd say something amazing like that, some combination of hot and sweet that it made him so close to losing control that... "What else did you talk about with your brother? Because I'm hoping my cock was not a topic of conversation."
"Seriously, dude, we are not talking about our trip right now--" Kris stopped talking as he realized belatedly that his last comment had made Adam's skin flush rosy pink and peering down he could see Adam's nipples hardening. To say nothing of licking his balls, which was something Adam did when he was really hot to trot. But why the talking... Oh. That was Adam's little kink of the day. Talking. He could play along and... he almost lost his train of thought as Adam's hands firmly slid up his thighs and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to that mouth. "God, your mouth. I thought about your mouth."
"Tell me about your trip. Best part, worst part, most ridiculous part." Adam slowly licked the underside of Kris' cock, knowing they should probably hurry, but wanting to savor the return of his man to him.
"Best part was seeing my family and knowing I made them proud of me." Kris felt a swell of tenderness amongst the waves of need buffeting him when Adam looked up and nodded his understanding and Kris kept running his hands through Adam's hair. "And you?"
"Best part was a toss up between singing the national anthem at the base and proving my father wrong," Adam grinned as his thumb stroked Kris' balls, feeling Kris' legs tremble against his shoulders. "He thought I shouldn't have quit Wicked to try this out. And I think this has turned out really well." Adam slid his mouth over the tip of Kris' cock and sucked his tongue up on the underside and began humming. As Kris shuddered and his hands slid into Adam's hair, Adam added, "Speaking of turning out well...." He elbowed Kris' knee slightly and Kris opened his legs further automatically.
"Are we really still talking... Oh holy hell..." Kris moaned as Adam sucked his own finger into his mouth, then elbowed his legs farther apart. He knew what was coming, he knew what was coming and oooh... hell. Adam was talking again.
"Multitask," Adam ordered. His wet finger slid over damp skin, then began a fast circle.
"I'm a guy. I can't multita-aaaask!" Kris' voice rose as Adam's mouth sucked him hard and his index finger slid up his ass and began probing for his prostate.
"I'll stop if you stop talking." Adam began to pull his finger out.
"I can learn to multitask. AH!!" Kris groaned as Adam's finger once again hit that spot and Kris lost his balance.
Thud
Kris' head fell back against the door. "Adam, you can't be serious--"
"Keep talking. I want to hear your voice."
"Most ridiculous part was the parade. I mean...Oh!" Kris cried out as Adam engulfed his cock in the wet heat of his mouth in one gulp. "How...do you...do that?"
"The parade?" Adam pulled his jeans to him and fished out a condom wrapper.
"It was freakin' ridiculous. I already said--" Kris broke off and bit his lip as Adam seemed to take fucking forever to put the condom on. "C'mon..."
"But why? You didn't like being the hometown hero?"
"You know I'm not a fan of being the center of attention."
"Get real. Everyone in the entertainment business is an attention whore to some extent..." Adam slid his hands up Kris' legs from ankle, over knee, to thigh, then over Kris' hips to his chest, watching Kris push his body into Adam's hands, feeling Kris' own hands on his shoulder, urging him closer. "But maybe all you want right now is my attention."
"Ya think?!" Kris forced himself to avoid yelling in his need. God, he was such a slut for Adam and Adam loved to torture him. Although... Yeah. His hands. He put them around the back of Adam's neck and pulled him forward, then moved one of his hands to hold up his cock and aim for that freckle on Adam's lower lip and hot damn...
Flicking his tongue over the slit, Adam urged, "My mouth is busy. Keep talking."
"You're just trying to see how long I can keep talking while you suck meeeee!" Kris heard his words turn into a keen as Adam did that...twisty thing with this mouth that felt so good it was probably illegal somewhere. Like Arkansas. Which meant he'd never move back there, because... No way was he ever giving up the way Adam made him feel. In his cock or his heart. "You're mine..." he whispered. "Mine. Forever."
"Really?" Adam asked without thinking, then opened his mouth wider and took Kris inside, feeling his cock tighten and surge upward quickly, very quickly, while his finger probed easily. Which... "Did you follow my orders?"
"Yessss...." Kris felt his whole body shake, then wait, every muscle, every nerve, every damn everything shake with need as he waited for Adam's hand to... "Oh yessss!" He gasped as Adam's hand closed around his cock and his mouth moved in time with it. Reward, enticement and... "Not moving fast enough!" Almost...punishment or torture or... "Well, I didn't touch my cock. You didn't tell me I couldn't touch other things."
Adam hissed in a breath as images immediately popped into his brain and his cock popped up against his abdomen. He pulled his mouth free to ask, "Finding loopholes?"
"Finding a hole anyway." Kris laughed as Adam's eyes opened comically wide.
"You ho!" Unable to keep away from Kris' skin, Adam bent forward and began a sucking path starting from Kris' hip inward s along his thigh.
"I wanted to keep myself open for you." As the words left his mouth, Kris felt heat prickle along his spine and then radiate out, making his skin tingle as he remembered what he had done and saw the answering fire in Adam's eyes as he imagined what Kris had done. He fell to his knees, then turned around, backing his ass toward Adam, looking over his shoulder as he whispered, "Open for you..."
"Good, then there's no reason to wait for this..." Adam pulled Kris closer to him, they both scrabbled for his jeans searching for lube, laughing as the tube slipped out of their eager hands, then stopped laughing as Adam slicked the lube over Kris hole. They both held their breaths as Adam brushed his cock over Kris' hole and rocked back and forth.
"Now!" They said in unison, both gasping as Adam shoved his cock into Kris' heat. Kris slid forward, then pushed back, again and again, faster, needing it harder and yes, thank god, Adam was giving it to him.
"Good boy...." Adam groaned out as Kris asked for and gave back in equal measure. He held onto Kris' hips, sliding his right hand down to stroke Kris' cock in time with his own thrusting.
"I hope you're not planning on a marathon session," Kris gasped as Adam's cock slid into him to the hilt and he pressed back, wanting more and more. "Because I'm not gonna make it, not gonna...."
"You'll make it when I tell you to make it." Adam curled his hand around Kris' cock and began stroking. "How about... now?"
"What's taking them so long?" Doug asked, tapping his pen on the desk impatiently.
Rolling her eyes, Maggie laughed. "We screwed up. We didn't give Adam the time to show up here, just Kris. You know how Adam is OCD about being on time for meetings, but Kris has a tendency to run late. And a tendency to be a little OCD about Adam. They're together and--"
"Doing what? They were separated for a few days, but can't they catch up later?" Doug looked down at the floor, then groaned. "I mean... Oh crap."
"God, I missed you...." Kris whispered, running his hands through Adam's hair, then pulled him down for another kiss. God, he could spend all day here on the floor just kissing that mouth, licking that freckle, which was also so damn hot it was probably illegal in Arkansas too.
"Missed me or my mouth?" Adam asked, seeing the focus of Kris' gaze.
"Welllll.... both. All day. Damn, it'd start when I'd wake up with morning wood--"
"Pinocchio."
"Oh no..." Kris smiled. "Wait. Although I don't grow my wood when I lie, but when I lie down with you. Or stand up with you. Or bend over for you. So, if I'm Pinocchio, who are you? One of the other asses? The blue fairy?"
"You little shit!" Adam burst out laughing and pulled Kris to him, then over his hips to straddle him. He hadn't touched Kris enough yet, he thought, his hands stroking all of that beautiful skin as Kris talked about his trip, talked about the questions, sly or overt people had asked about his relationship with Adam, talked about the food he'd eaten and complained again about the parade.
"All the time, I was wishing you were there with me, sharing it. It would have been so much more fun, so much more..." Kris stopped as he saw the look on Adam's face, the... wonder, he guessed it was. "What is it?"
Gently kissing Kris' lips, Adam whispered, "It's just nice to know... you love me."
"Well, d'uh. Wasn't the first text I sent on my new phone to you, saying just that? Boy, you're not too bright, are you?" Kris rubbed his cheek against Adam's, then stopped as a thought occurred. "You weren't worried that when I went home--"
"I wasn't worried. But I know you might have a lot of pressure on you at home, not from your parents, but in general..."
"Well, someone once told me that if doing the right thing were easy, it'd be called the easy thing, but it's not. It's called the right thing. And the right thing is most definitely being with you. I know that inside. And the still small voice confirmed it." Kris touched Adam's face, seeing the love in the clear blue gaze looking up at him. "Plus a certain someone showed me how to have faith in us. Good thing, because I have a feeling that Maggie and Doug-- Uh-oh!"
"Kris. Focus."
"Uh-oh. I'm supposed to be in a meeting to talk about how I should come out." Kris sighed and slid his body along the length of Adam's, before reluctantly standing up. Holding his hand out to Adam, he asked, "Come with me?"
"Already did." Adam smirked as he jumped to his feet. "Talk you into coming with me, but if you want we can do it on that little couch in Maggie's office, in front of them and..." He laughed as Kris' flushed and his cock started to rise again. "Such a perv."
Laughing, Kris backed away. "Don't pull that shit in the meeting!" He laughed again as Adam caught him, not that he'd really been trying to get away.
"That is not what I want." Kris stared at a spot on the floor and rubbed the back of his neck. He was tired of the talking. He could feel Maggie and Doug looking at Adam, desperate for him to intercede and--
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