Money Can Buy You Love. And Glitter. Chapter 60.2
Rating: This chapter is NC-17.
Ship:: Adam/Kris
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Chapter 60.2: C'era una volta
"These chairs are too dainty." Adam grimaced as he gingerly pulled on the scarves. Kris had brought the two padded gilt chairs from the small table over to either side of the bed and tied the ends of the scarves to them. "I could get overly excited and pull on the scarves and break the chairs. It's dangerous. You should untie me."
Kris grinned and ignored Adam's last statement as he crawled onto the bed and straddled Adam's hips. "See? My orange mushroom chair is totally perfect. It's a multitasking marvel. You can sit in it and read or play the guitar or straddle your boyfriend's lap and take his big hard cock up your ass --" He wiggled backwards, grinning as his ass brushed Adam's hard cock as they both remembered many occasions on which they'd done exactly that.
"Well, you can. I'd break the thing..." Adam paused, then held up a finger. "Wait. There's an idea..."
"Oh, stop." Kris leaned forward and pressed a soft and what he hoped was a loving kiss on Adam's lips. He knew Adam's insecurities had been reanimated with what he'd thought he'd found on Kris' phone on New Year's. Time to start a new year all over again. "I know the truth."
Looking up into the warmth in Kris' brown eyes, Adam smiled and asked, "What truth?"
"Dani told me that you took care of my chair for me."
"She..." Adam shook his head. "That was supposed to be a secret."
"Why?"
"That chair was some sort of... talisman for you. Like magic or something. If magic could be ugly, that is," Adam teased. Sobering, he looked at the faint smile lines around Kris' mouth. "I couldn't bear the thought of you realizing it was getting too old and worn, that you might have to throw it out. So I was trying to make sure you could keep it forever, so you could have the magic or the talisman -- or whatever it is to you -- forever."
"I appreciate it, but it's just a thing, not a person. I'd get over it."
"I know. But you'd be sad."
"I'll be more sad if you don't be quiet and let me do what I wanna do."
"Which is?" Adam yawned and snuggled back into the pillows. He closed his eyes and yawned again. "I could fall asleep right now. So if your version of bondage teasing or whatever you're doing is to make me sleepy... so sleepy..." He waited, then carefully slitted one eye open to find Kris bending over him, his nose almost touching Adam's. "Hey!" Adam squawked. "You startled me."
"That's nuthin', boy. I'm about to rock your world."
"Knock yourself out. Wake me up when you're ready." Adam yawned again.
Kris narrowed his eyes. Adam was gonna regret that last yawn. He smiled and slowly slid down Adam's body until he was straddling his thighs.
"So. When I was just a fan..." Kris drawled slowly, watching the inevitable gulp and shiver Adam made whenever Kris brought that fact up and using it to his advantage as he trailed just his fingertips up the long length of Adam's thigh. "The first time I saw you -- on Idol -- I thought you were so beautiful." Kris ran his fingertip down Adam's nose, then outlined the curve of his lips. "Beautiful. I had no idea how well you could sing or what your personality was like. I thought you were fuckin' hot."
"Oh." Adam held his breath and listened.
"Then you wore those zipper pants to sing Ring of Fire and...between your thighs... Heee. Between your thighs..." Kris drew his finger down over Adam's chin, down the center of his neck and chest, then over the center of Adam's hard cock. "Right there, your package and then the camera swung around you and seriously? Love that cameraman. He swung around and I saw your ass and then around again. The thighs... So long and taut... Those pants were so damn tight and that zipper and that wail?" Kris laughed as he circled the head with his fingertip, then abruptly bent down and gave a fast lick. "I had to excuse myself to my parents and run to my room to jerk off."
Adam felt his mouth drop open in shock. "You never told me that before!"
"You've always freaked out about me bein' a fan." Kris shrugged. He shifted to slide his knees inbetween Adam's thighs and shoved them outward, smiling as Adam gave him a cautious look. "What's that look?"
"You should've told me that. I think." Hmm, maybe Kris having been a fan wasn't entirely horrible, Adam decided.
"Why?"
"Well, I would've worn those zipper pants more often..." Adam lost his train of thought as Kris bent his head again and slowly licked just the cock head while his hand encircled the base of Adam's cock. He reached to push Kris' head down and grimaced when he remembered his hands were tied up.
Kris frowned and pretended to nip at Adam's cock with his teeth, laughing huskily when Adam hissed a warning, then groaned when Kris licked him again. "Damn, I should've made you listen. Where are they?" He used his other hand to push Adam's thigh away, then curled it around his balls, his middle finger teasing.
"Umm... My balls are in your hand."
"Not them!" Kris laughed. "The pants?"
"Well, not he--eeere." Adam blushed as his voice squeaked, but damn, Kris' hand knew just how to touch him. And his mouth... his lips were already reddened, which always was so enticing, he just wanted to kiss him and... his hands were tied. Kris was so going to pay for this.
"Maybe we can get a pair." Kris nodded. They'd visit that tailor Adam had sent him to; those leather pants he'd made for Kris without a single fitting had been perfect. "Anyway, we're not here to have a fashion discussion." He ran his fingers in small circles around the head of Adam's cock, smearing the pre-come over the head. "Because you look best when you're naked." He reached up with both hands and caressed Adam's skin from the hips up, moving slowly, wanting to make sure he touched every inch, skimming his fingers across arrays of freckles, then pressing firmly over Adam's stomach, curling his hands around Adam's upraised arms, before bending his head and repeating his path with his mouth. God, the man was beautiful. "Yes, naked is your best suit."
"No, I look better with my clothes on."
"As far as I'm concerned, the point to you wearing clothes is to tease me into wanting to take them off. As an example, that Rolling Stone poster..." Kris grabbed the scarves in either hand and tugged on the scarves. "With your hands over your head, lying there like you were just waiting for someone to fuck? That poster was my very closest friend with benefits for a long time. Because you were. So. Damn. Hot."
"Oh no, not the poster..." Adam winced. That poster that had been on Kris' closet door and there was probably some symbolism in that, but really it just freaked him out, especially the way Kim Allen would occasionally try and joke about it and -- "Hey!" Adam yelped when Kris bit his inner thigh.
"You're thinking too hard. Pay attention."
"Make me."
"I jerked off a whole lotta nights to that poster." Kris smiled when Adam's eyes popped.
Adam closed his eyes. "Oh god."
"Yeah, I said that plenty of times." Kris grinned. And waited for Adam to open his eyes, slowly and carefully, then deepened his smile and laughed.
"Again with the evil smile. And cackle." Relaxing, Adam smiled back, then tensed up again a second later, when Kris -- that bitch -- continued.
"I imagined peeling that shirt back..." Kris teasingly stroked his fingertips from the center of Adam's chest outward. "And licking your nipples. I imagined unbuckling that belt and how you'd be naked underneath. I'd sliiiiiide..." His hand slid slowly down Adam's stomach and wiggled onto his pelvis as if Kris were sliding his hand inside tight jeans. "Just like that. I imagined sliding my hand inside your jeans and of course, you'd be naked under them."
"Of...course." Adam gulped, unsure whether his eyes should be on Kris' face or his hand. Then again, Kris' cock was interesting too, given how hard it was. Kris was actually totally turned on right now. Wow. And he wasn't doing anything, just... lying here letting Kris have his way. "Then what?"
Ha. Kris knew he had Adam now. "And then you'd pull off your jeans and I'd kneel in between your legs..." Running his hands up and down Adam's legs in firm, smooth strokes, Kris watched Adam's eyes. They weren't cautious any more, they were alight with curiosity and excitement. "And I'd touch your cock... and wonder if it was going to fit inside my mouth or my ass because it's so fucking big..." Kris smiled, curled his fingers around the base of Adam's cock and then licked a circle around the head.
"It would fit," Adam said quickly. "Anywhere you wanted."
"I decided that all on my own," Kris admitted with a smile, interspersing his words with licks of Adam's cock. Really, he could do this all day. He loved this cock. "Because what kind of stupid fantasy would it be if your cock didn't fit inside me?"
"Pretty stupid?" Adam asked eagerly, tilting his hips up to try and shove more of his cock into Kris' mouth. He pulled on the scarves in frustration when Kris lifted his head and began talking again. What was up with the damn talking?
"I couldn't decide what I wanted more. To suck that gorgeous cock of yours... ya know, like this?" Kris asked, then opened his mouth and eagerly sucked Adam's cock deep inside, swallowing and sucking until Adam was writing under him and swearing in some Adamesque language whose entire dictionary was about sex and genitalia and what he was going to do to Kris later. He could relate; if his mouth wasn't full, he'd probably be babbling too right now with the desire that was engulfing him with every thrust of Adam's hips, driving his cock deeper into Kris'm mouth.
"OhfuckyeahharderthassitsucksuckmeswallowaroundmeyeahohgodKrisyouregoodloveyousohot..." Adam mumbled, thrusting his hips up, unable to look away from the avid hunger on Kris' face as he kept sucking and licking Adam's cock as if he'd waited years for the opportunity.
Pulling back with a wet popping sound, Kris laughed as Adam groaned in frustration. This tying up business was damn fun. "Yes, I did used to think about what I wanted from you. To suck your cock or to have it stuffed inside me. Luckily..." Kris grinned. "Since I'm in control now, I can do both."
"You..." Adam began, then gasped and kneed Kris in the hip, trying to urge him back to his cock. "Get back to it."
"Hmm...mebbee..." Kris smiled as Adam glared at him, then bent his head and gave a long slow lick, laughing when Adam wiggled around trying to shove his cock in Kris' mouth. "So impatient! And I"m not done with my story. So." Kris sat up and wrapped one hand around his cock and the other went to his nipple ring, both moving slowly as he spoke. "So I used to lie there, looking at the poster, playing with myself, imagining my hands were your hands."
"They could be if you'd untie me!" Adam growled in frustration, even as his eyes stayed glued to Kris' hands. Damn that nipple ring... It should be in his mouth. Or that hard cock of his. Anything!
"Not yet. Patience." Kris shook his head and sped up pumping his cock and pulling his ring. "Although I have to admit that those fantasies about you in the poster usually got me off pretty damn fast."
"Gurgfuckkilldamn..." Adam growled, tugging on the scarves, then gasping as Kris shoved his hips forward and brushed his cock against Adam's, the slick wetness making the heated flesh slide.
"So I'd sit there on the bed, usually, imagining that I was straddling you and that I had to jerk myself off first before having you so I didn't embarrass myself too badly by coming instantly when you were inside me..." Kris straightened up and moved forward, rubbing Adam's wet cock head back over his balls and against his hole. He grinned when Adam immediately thrust upward, twisting his hips as he sought to get inside.
"Spread your legs--"
"Oooh, that was my line in my fantasies, every once in a while," Kris admitted as he rocked his hips back and forth, teasing Adam's cock. He pumped his own cock, watching Adam twist and turn against his bonds, the long muscles in his arms and torso tightening and his lips parted, his eyes focused on Kris. The tension between them rose along with the heat and Kris looked down at Adam. "Damn, you're so hot and you're mine. Mine! That was what I always wanted. Your hotness belonging to me." He arched his back and cried out as he came, the wet heat spilling over his fingers. Shuddering, he kept his eyes on Adam's face, his eyes wide and glittering with desire. "Damn, you're so fine." Sliding his fingers away from his over-sensitized cock, he scooped them through his own fluid on Adam's body and then spread his leg, grinning as Adam gaped at him. "You don't have to do anything to be sexy, you get it? You just are."
"I... Okay. And...Are you seriously going to open yourself with your own cum?" Adam asked, licking his lips and hoping that he didn't sound desperate.
"Yes. I'm going to lube myself up with my own cum," Kris repeated, watching Adam's eyes grow darker and more intense as his fingers disappeared inside his own body. "Not like I really need to, since I'm still a little wet from the last time you fucked me." He paused, knowing how that always set Adam off and grinned when Adam groaned and once again shifted his hips trying to get inside. "Because I can't wait for you to be inside me again. Why is that?"
"Because you're my cock slut, aren't you?" Adam asked in a low tone, smiling in satisfaction when Kris colored and then shivered, his nipples once again tightening. "You like my cock hot and hard inside you, don't you?"
"Nothing's better than your cock. I knew it from the time I first saw that poster," Kris added, removing his fingers and settling himself over Adam's cock. "Now show me what I knew you could do. Take me."
"Finally." Adam bent his knees and shoved Kris' ass as he thrust his hips up, his cock and Kris' body meeting with the ease of long practice and the need of newness, just as they did every time. He groaned when Kris' body opened and took him inside and Kris moaned and wiggled and his cock started to rise again. He watched Kris arch his back and then grind down, trying to get Adam deeper inside him, like he couldn't get enough.
"More." Kris stretched along Adam's long body, curling his hands around Adam's biceps, pulling back, then pushing down just as Adam thrust up. Damn, he could do this all day. Then again, they basically had done this all day yesterday. Well, if it was good the first time, it was even better the second time.
"This is your favorite position, isn't it?" Adam asked, gritting his teeth to keep from coming instantly.
"Well, it's convenient given how often I'm sitting on your lap or lying on top of you, plus..." Kris smiled and gave Adam a soft kiss, just as he ground himself down on Adam's cock. He loved that feeling of being opened by that big cock. Damn, it was an effort to keep focused, but he was a man on a mission. "But it's also my favorite position when I top. Wanna know why?"
"Because your legs are too short to do it easily from behind without giving me a crick in my back?"
"You're gonna pay for that..." Kris sits up and runs his own hands up his torso, then began playing with his nipples, his hand teasing and pulling on the nipple ring as he listened to Adam moan and groan and wiggle under him. Sex was powerful indeed. And so were fears. But he believed with everything in him that love had the power to drive out fear.
Seeing the determined look on Kris' face, Adam stilled, sensing that Kris was trying to tell him something important, that all of this... he looked down at Kris' hands now on Adam's skin again, pressing and stroking with not just love in every touch, but need and desire too. "So, why do you like to do it that way?" he prompted.
"To see your face." Kris tipped forward and took Adam's mouth in a deeply possessive kiss, tilting his head and opening his lips, his tongue stroking and licking until Adam was once again panting under him. He paused, scraping his teeth over Adam's bottom lip, hearing Adam's nearly silent intake of breath that was waiting, just as Adam was waiting, his body tense with need and his face taut with desire. "Your beautiful face."
Adam felt his heart melt at the sincerity in Kris' face, the love in his eyes, all in combination with the way Kris was making love to him. The heat flushed through him, making the top of his head tingle just as his balls pulled up, unable to resist for one more second the need to release inside of Kris. He moaned, pulling at his bonds again, the surrendered and called out. "Kris, so gooood, love you..."
Minutes later, Kris reluctantly pulled off and went into the bathroom, returning with a cloth to clean them up. Finished, he put it into the sink and returned to the bed, climbing up next to Adam and stroking him from his wrists down to his ankles. "Beautiful, you know that? I can't believe it. Sometimes, all the time. That you belong to me."
"You're the beautiful one," Adam said softly, staring up at Kris. "But you make me feel..."
"Beautiful. Say it," Kris demanded, once again leaning over Adam, moving his mouth back down Adam's body, licking at his damp skin, laving his tongue over Adam's nipples under Adam swore, grinning as he flicked his tongue over Adam's belly button and felt the incipient laughter that faded to tightened muscles as he kept sliding down, skirting around that nice big cock and licked his balls. "Or I'll stop. And you don't want me to stop, do you?" Kris asked, looking up, his tongue licking the air in front of Adam's cock. "Say it. Say, I am beautiful."
Drawing in a deep breath, Adam held it as he stared at Kris' mouth. His lips were meant for giving head. He let out a long hiss as Kris suddenly sucked his own finger into his mouth, got it wet and then began trailing down over his balls. He arched up, his eyes locked on Kris', who was not only determined but patient. Deadly combination. Kris was this unique combination of easygoing and stubbornness. "You shouldn't..."
"I should do what I want. Isn't that what you're always telling me? That I can have you, take you, anyway I want? Well, I want to show you how beautiful you are, everywhere. How I can't have enough of you not just because I love you, but because you're beautiful. Say it." When Adam still hesitated, Kris frowned, then nodded. "Do it for me. Say it for me. Say, I'm beautiful."
"I'm..." Adam took a deep breath and saw himself reflected in Kris' eyes and relaxed. "I'm beautiful."
Kris closed his eyes and said a swift prayer of thanks that Adam had taken that step. He slid upward and pressed his mouth against Adam's in a slow, long slide of lips connecting as their hearts melded. "You are. So beautiful I can't get enough. Even way back when, I knew I'd never get enough of you, that I had to have you in every way possible. So I also imagined me having you. Legs spread..." Kris slid inbetween Adam's legs and he pushed his knees against Adam's thighs. "Spread 'em," Kris ordered, shoving Adam's thighs apart. "Because I'm not done yet."
"You're amazing," Adam whispered.
"What's amazing is how much I want you. Always have. Always will. Get it?" Kris asked, his hands tight on Adam's hips, hoping he left marks there. He couldn't wait to get his ring on Adam's finger. "See, when I was imagining this, I wasn't thinking about conversatin' with you or listenin' to you sing or how sweet you are. Nope." Kris smiled. And sometime, love should use sex to drive out the fear and insecurities. "I was thinkin' that you were fucking hot and I wanted you to fuck me and sometimes, that I wanted to fuck you."
"So... I was a sex object." Adam grinned. Awesome! Why had he forbidden Kris from talking about he'd been a fan before? Idiotic move on his part. "I was a sex object to you."
"Yes."
"That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."
"I know, right?" Kris smiled down at Adam, thrilled to see the happiness and amusement in his eyes. "Now that we're finished splashing around in the shallow end of the pool, it's time to get deep."
"Sounds-- Oh!" Adam yelped and jumped as Kris' finger touched his hole. "Uh-oh."
"Sounds like you need to relax." Once again opening his mouth over Adam's cock, Kris gave long, wet open-mouthed kisses to Adam's cock, then sucked him inside, using every trick he'd learned over the years to make Adam moan and shudder and shake, then wetting his fingers and slowly inserting them inside while Adam took a deep breath. He reached for the lube under the pillow and waited until Adam nodded, then in a flurry of eager motions, readied Adam and slid inside him, both of them gasping in a fast slide of legs and hips and lips as they pressed against each other, twisting and writhing to get closer and closer until they were closer still, their bodies reaching, finding, then falling back into stillness.
"You are beautiful to me. Outside and inside. Don't you get it, Adam?" Kris asked, his mouth pressing soft kisses to Adam's cheek, waking Adam from a doze. "We were blessed to find each other and you were blessed...." He smiled.
"What's so funny?" Adam asked, feeling Kris' lips curl upward against his skin, his eyes closed as his freed hands gently stroked down Kris' bare back, then skimmed over the curves of his ass. Mine, mine, mine. He opened his eyes and looked down into Kris' sweetly earnest face as he kept talking about how Adam was gorgeous. And... Adam thought, maybe... Well, sometimes. Everyone had bad hair days, after all. But the truth was, he needed better priorities, better focus. He'd been blessed the day Kris had walked into his life or more to the point, the day Geoffrey had decided to be some sort of fairy godfather and send Cinderfella to the coffeehouse because if he were being honest, he wouldn't have ever agreed to meet Kris if Geoffrey had been honest about it and that would have been the biggest mistake he'd ever made. So... maybe it had been meant to be, just in a different way than he'd thought. Another detour in life that led to the desired destination.
"I was thinking about what I thought the first time I met you in person. That song--"
"That cheesy song?" Adam smiled and pressed a kiss onto the top of Kris' head. "That Jay said was about birds?"
"Yeah. But it popped into my head. Because you have been blessed, by God, or the gods or the fates, or whatever higher power works for you. Or like the song said, angels." Kris began to sing softly, against Adam's pulse, wishing the sentiment in the song would beat into Adam's blood and find a home in his heart. "On the day that you were born, the angels got together and they decided to create a dream come true. So they sprinkled gold dust in your hair and golden starlight in your eyes of blue..." Kris traced the arch of Adam's eyebrows, then the edges of his lashes. "You don't even need glitter. You sparkle all on your own."
"Wes saw some princesses already, Daddies!" Emmaline cried out, launching herself across the dizzying pattern of the mosaic-tiled floor of the hotel lobby to throw her arms around Adam's legs, then Kris'. "Grammy Weiwa told me there would be princesses here, just walking around--"
"I told her that people would be in costumes like princesses, walking around like a big outdoor party," Leila explained.
"Well, it does look unreal, like being on a movie set, only it's real," Kim agreed with a smoothing pat to her granddaughter's head. "I can't believe I'm here."
"I know!" Kris gave his mother a hug, still shocked that she'd made a last minute decision to join everyone else even if it had meant an argument with Neil Allen. "It's hard to believe that us small town people are here in Venice, isn't it?"
"It's hard to believe that you have enough hair to wear that hat, dude." Cale grinned and slapped Kris on the back, gratified to see that Kris looked relaxed and happy.
"It fits perfectly, I'll have you know." Kris sniffed and tugged the hat down on his head. "I think it's kick...awesome," he amended quickly when Emmaline tugged on his leg.
"But I think my dresses are the prettiest!"
"Well, of course they are!" Adam told his daughter. "We designed them together. And no one's better at picking out your clothes than me! Everyone--"
"Everyone here!" Emmaline flung her arms wide and gesturing to the group gathered in the hotel lobby. "Lookit!"
"Everyone is here!" Kris agreed, picking Emmaline up and hugging her close. He nodded as Adam indicated he was going to the front desk to get everyone's keys.
Emmaline giggled. "Dadakiss, your hat tickles!" She giggled again when Kris bobbed his head and made his feather dance. "Did your wish come true?" Emmaline asked, playing with the feather on Kris' hat. Before he could answer, she laughed and held out her hand. "It did. I sees the orange glitter."
Smiling as he looked down at his daughter, Kris bopped her on the head with the brim of his hat and whispered, "Yes, my wish did come true. Or almost all of it. I still have a little work to do on it. Because sometimes you have to work to make your wishes come true." Because he still had to give Adam that ring of silver and gold.
"I dunno 'bout that." Emmaline shook her head. "Maybe you just need a fairy godmother."
"You know fairy godmothers are just make believe, pumpkin." Kim reminded Emmaline.
"I not a pumpkin." Emmaline shook her head. "Because that means I'd have a scary face on Halloween... Wait. That's good. Our family likes Halloween. Dadam has the best masks. But if it were Cinderella land..."
"Disneyland?" Eber asked.
"Yes. If I were a pumpkin, I'd turn into a carriage and that's not too much fun. So I'll be a scary pumpkin." Emmaline made a grimace and curled her fingers into claws.
"Excellent choice!" Teresa agreed. "Are you excited about being in Venice, sweetheart?"
"Idongetit, Auntie Teresa!" Emmaline said in a rush. "Why it take so long to get to the beach?"
"It's a different Venice. This is the first Venice. It's much older than the one close to us in California. The one in California is named after this one. We have to go across an ocean to get there, remember?"
"Even older than Grammy Kim or Grammy Weiwa or Brushbrush?" Emmaline asked.
"Much much older..." Teresa bit her lip and avoided looking to the side. "People didn't come to this Venice for the beach. They were running away from war, if I remember correctly."
"People were chasing them," Kris offered, remembering that much from the guidebook he'd read in the stupid Lambert St. Louis Airport.
"Like the paps?" Emmaline asked.
"Yes, like the paps," Lane agreed. "So they fled to the ocean and began building homes."
"Like when we went to that boring place? With the houses on the stilts?"
"Bora Bora?" Lane nodded. "Something like that. And they built very big and very wide stilts and put the houses right on the water, so it's like they're floating."
"And then they were happy?"
"And then they were happy. Because they were safe. And every spring they have what they call a Carnevale -- but no rides," Dani said quickly. "But lots and lots of costumes and masks. Some pretty and some scary."
Emmaline thought, then decided. "I want a scary mask."
"I'm sure we'll find you a scary mask when we go to the mask store or any sort of mask you want," Kim promised.
"Masks are good. I bet Dadam has a scary mask. He likes being scary at Halloween."
"But you know that's just make believe," Kim reminded her. "Because your Dadam is a big sweetheart."
Kris stared at his mother in surprise. She'd always liked Adam but never really said anything like that before.
"What?" Kim asked. "The man made dump cake for you. That says everything you need to know right there, doesn't it?"
"Well, that and taking care of my chair," Kris said softly.
"The mushie chair." Emmaline sighed. Dadakiss and that chair. He treated it like it was the rose in the glass jar in Beauty and the Beast. "So... My daddies went to Venice to get away from the paps and they're safe. And they're happy! And sos am I because everyone's here now and if I'm Cinderella, then someone here can be the fairy godmother 'cause family takes care of each other."
"Everyone is here!" Adam said as he came back and perused the group with a smile. With everything going on and being so focused on Kris, he'd almost forgotten that much of their immediate family was coming to Carnevale too. Even Kim. They should've just gotten married here. Oh well, a wedding was a great excuse for another blow-out party. "Awesome. The more the merrier..." he said as he went around and distributed keys with a hug and kiss while the bellman pulled in all of their luggage. "Do we have enough hotel rooms and --" He broke off as he saw the basilisk stare Lane was giving him. "Of course, we do."
"Of course, we do. I took care of it months ago when the idea was first broached. Because planning is essential if you want hotel rooms -- or anything else -- in Venice during Carnevale."
"Yes, it is," Adam agreed while noting that Lane looked wired. And tired. "I'd like to know who arranged for that watertaxi pick up for Kris."
Yawning, Lane shrugged. "I'll put on my Sydney Bristow wig later. Right now I need to sleep and focus on getting my gown for the ball steamed and pressed. The hotel has that service, does it not? Because I really have to look perfect."
"Yes, this little old guy is a valet and does a fantastic job." Adam paused, then knowing that as picky as Lane was, she normally wasn't a perfectionist, he realized she knew. He leaned forward to ask, "What do you know?"
"Who, me?" Lane put her hand on her chest and tried to look innocent. "I know nothing."
"Ha!" Adam scoffed. He whispered, "Who screwed up? Cale or Kris?"
Lane bent forward and whispered back, "Neither. I may accidentally have overheard something and I may have snooped."
"Laaaaane." Adam shook his head. He wasn't surprised because Lane did not like surprises. She liked everything planned. No wonder she and Geoffrey got along so well; peas in a pod.
"Hush. I want to look perfect when the moment happens. And the moment doesn't just happen..." Lane bit her lip, remembering too late that Kris and Adam hadn't just happened either.
"It's okay, Laney," Adam soothed as he reached out to take Emmaline from Kris. "I'm over it. It doesn't matter how we met, just that we met."
Kris bit his lip as he overheard Adam's comment. Kris knew he himself felt that way, that the process wasn't important as long as the end result was the same, but Adam was different. He had that deep romantic streak, he wanted to believe in magic and the universe and fate and all that crap. Kris rubbed the back of his neck and looked up, seeing guilty sympathy on Geoffrey's face. They grimaced at each other and then Kris growled when Neil elbowed him hard in the ribs. "Hey, you--"
"Hey, runt. Get over the guilt," Neil whispered, turning away from talking to Eber, something about the plan to keep Venice from sinking. "Adam's a big boy. And he has the love of his life back. He's calling it a win. And didn't you two do that do over by bumping into each other in that old time coffee shop? That was pretty damn perfect, wasn't it?"
Frowning as he realized he hadn't told Adam that the old dude had sent him to Florians because they'd been too preoccupied in fucking each other's brains out, Kris looked up and then grinned at the face Neil was pulling.
"Oh c'mooooooon," Neil groaned. "Enough with the blissed out fucked look already."
"Neil!" Leila exclaimed, slapping his arm and nodding in Emmaline's direction.
Neil shrugged, then winced when his mother slapped his arm again. "She's busy yapping with Adam and Lane right now about Adam's ridiculous hat which -- I admit -- is actually sedate in comparison with that monstrosity on Kris' head. She didn't hear anything."
"Be. Have." Leila glared at her younger son before turning back to Geoffrey and Teresa.
"I agree. I thought you'd grown up," Dani added with a narrow look before turning back to Lane and Cale.
"So, how's Venice anyway?" Neil asked, deciding to try for a neutral topic before his mother killed him and he blew whatever chance he'd been hoping to have with Dani in this city everyone said was so romantic. "I stupidly thought the gondola was how everyone got around, but that watertaxi was pretty big and--"
"Hey, do you know who Charon is?" Kris asked. Neil always knew the most useless shit.
"Charon?" Neil stared at Kris in surprise. Since when did Kris make allusions to mythology? "Sure. The boatman who took the dead to the underworld in Greek mythology."
"Oh. You do know."
"I went to college. And actually graduated!" Neil gasped. "Unlike you two drop outs."
"You know, I can't wait to see you in the costumes Adam's rigged up for you." Kris grinned smugly. "Just. Can't. Wait."
"What does that mean?" Neil asked suspiciously with a groan. He should've known better than to allow Adam free rein on a costume for him.
"It's not easy being green..." Kris sang. He could not wait to see Neil in a bright green cape with matching feather.
"I think I'll change the feather out on my hat. Maybe for a white one? Or silver? Or how about gold? I have all of those colors in my feather case. Along with a bright blue one, but I think that's better for the morning hours, don't you?"
"Feather case?" Kris laughed and began unbuttoning his shirt. They'd eaten with everyone and Emmaline had conked out, along with most of the adults, so everyone had gone back to their rooms. But they weren't tired, so it was time for sex. Although Adam was under the mistaken apprehension that it was time to talk about fashion.
"What do you think?" Adam asked, setting his hat down on a table in their hotel room and giving it a critical stare. He glanced over at Kris whose shirt was hanging loose as he bent over to pull off his boots. Well, now there was a dilemma. Should he look at Kris' ass or the silver ring dangling from his nipple? What a problem.
"I think I want to do it with our hats on."
"You what?" Adam gaped, then began laughing. He stopped, then started again. "I can't even... That is so ridic...."
Pouting, Kris stepped forward and poked Adam's chest. "I think it would be fun."
"I think I won't be able to get a hard on because I'll be laughing so hard. Besides, we can't kiss with those hats on."
Pushing open his shirt, Kris flicked his finger over his nipple ring, grinning when Adam's eyes immediately went to his chest and he licked his lips. Kris reminded Adam, "I did this for you... Did I mention that it hurt? A lot? But I went through the pain for you."
"Are you going to use that to get your way all the time?"
"If it works." Kris winked. "Well..." He asked, gently tugging on the ring.
"Ohdearfuck..." Groaning, Adam picked his hat back up, put it on his head and straightened his feather.
TBC----> Chapter 60.3: C'era una volta