Welkom bij Amsterdam ~ Part 3
Title: Welkom bij Amsterdam - Part 3
Verse: Addi Baba
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: AU: After accepting Addi’s (Adam’s) request to travel the world with him, Kris jumps headfirst in a whole new world. There first stop … a world conference in Amsterdam, Netherlands
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. Entirely a figment of my imagination. Not intended to offend any group.
Amsterdam Part 2 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/87768.html
Amsterdam Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/87448.html
Original Story in NYC - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/86596.html
~*~*~*~
Kris grimaced as the waistband of his pants was lifted up and jiggled.
“How does that feel sir?” the tailor asked.
“Fine,” jiggle, jiggle, “it’s … it’s fine … really … thank you.”
The tailor nodded and moved on to adjusting the jacket around his shoulders.
Jetlag was finally catching up to him. He and Addi spent a few glorious hours last night sipping champagne, eating strawberries and loving each other. Eventually, they wore themselves out and fell asleep. Unfortunately, they were awoken with a call from Raja that the tailor had arrived with Kris’ new suits and they needed a final fitting before heading off to the brunch reception across town.
Kris had only been fitted for a suit once in his life, a tux for his high school graduation, so he was familiar with all the poking and prodding. What he had to deal with now that he didn’t deal with then was certain … parts of the anatomy … being, um, tender after their celebration last night.
Addi was sitting across the room, facing him, one long leg draped over the other and sipping a tempting cup of steaming coffee in comfy brown pants, a light weight tan sweater that hugged every curve of the man’s chest, and loose brown vest. How could he have to look so damn hot and cool at the same time?
Kris hadn’t even had time for a caffeine fix either. He was okay not enjoying the pastries laid out beside the coffee since they were going to eat soon anyway but it was cruel and unusual punishment to be denied his morning brew.
Another cup of coffee was poured.
“I hope you’re saving at least one cup for me,” Kris commented grumpily.
“Oh Kristopher, you wanted some?” the other man asked innocently.
“Thank you for your patience sir, we are finished.”
Kris thanked the tailor then strode over to his lover and carefully snatched the cup out of his hand and took a big gulp, ignoring the burn in favor of the flavor.
“Ahhhh, ambrosia.”
“That’s coffee, not ambrosia,” Addi declared seriously. “Ambrosia is a mythical drink of the Gods.”
“Or a dessert of shredded coconut, chunks of pineapple, mandarin oranges, pecans, marshmallows, and fruit salad folded into whipped cream and served chill,” Raja added. Kris and Addi stared at the man like he had two heads. “Calvin gave me some last night … it was good,” he concluded defensively.
Addi shook his head and poured another cup of coffee while Kris finished off his.
“I know that Raja, it’s just a saying my grandma used to use when something tasted heavenly.”
The men were now alone, the tailor and his assistants gone.
“Then perhaps my nickname for you Habibi should be ‘ambrosia’.”
“Uh-uh, you already have a nickname for me. If anyone is being called ‘ambrosia’ it’s you lover.”
Raja set down his cup and stood, smoothing out his trousers.
“Sorry to interrupt this lovefest but we need to be on our way gentlemen.”
The young executive quickly finished his coffee then ran to the bedroom to change into something casual but dressy, going for the tan pants and white shirt he bought yesterday with everything else. Moments later, Addi arrived and started fussing with his hair. The sheikh swore as he tried to tame it. Eventually Addi was satisfied or gave up and the men headed out.
~*~*~*~
About 15 minutes later, they arrived at a massive complex of buildings called the Amsterdam RAI Exhibition and Convention Centre. The historic charm of the old city vanished under the metal and glass buildings that made up the facilities. Their car stopped in front of the Elicium Centre, the newest addition to the centre. Amir and Kazim where given the day off and the trio headed inside, searching for the registration tables. Once they registered, they received ID cards and were given literature on the meetings and speakers scheduled over the next couple of days. Kris went down the list and spotted a few organizations from the States and added the times and location into his phone’s scheduler.
From registration, they got back in the car and were driven to Beatrix Park and the Strand Zuid (South Beach) restaurant located between the RAI and a beach. It was an airy space for a beautiful day. Tables and chairs lined the deck under large canvas umbrellas, loungers were spread around on the sand and a huge brunch buffet was set up in the main restaurant. A bar area was loaded with every conceivable variety of cold drinks, juices, hot beverages, ciders, beer, wine and cocktails. The buffet itself was a delight full of finger foods, sandwiches, cereals, fruit, vegetables, salads, cold plates, hot plates, and a multitude of breads and pastries along with an omelet station, a crepe station and a waffle station.
Kris was starved and loaded up his plate, filling it up about one quarter of the way down the table, vowing to come back for seconds … and thirds … and maybe fourths. Just before he headed over to the table where Addi and Raja were sitting, he reached over to get a spoonful of strawberry jam when he accidentally bumped someone else’s hand and got peanut butter on it.
“Oh geez, I’m so sorry,” Kris muttered, setting down his plate and grabbing some napkins to wipe the once pristine shirt cuff, “I should have been more careful ….”
“It’s alright, don’t worry about it,” the man replied kindly with an American accent.
“I’ll pay for your dry cleaning … seriously.”
“No need, I’ve got lots of shirts back at my hotel.”
“Still ….”
The man took the napkins from Kris and smiled genuinely at him.
“Don’t worry about it son, really. I hope you enjoy the convention … and your jam.”
The man walked away in one direction and Kris headed in the other. He sat down and muttered to himself while spreading his hard won jam onto his toast.
“Kristopher, are you alright?”
He looked at Addi’s concerned face and managed a crooked smile.
“Yeah, just made a fool of myself is all.”
“What happened?” Raja asked around a mouthful of muffin.
“Oh nothing really, I just peanut buttered Al Gore.”
A moment lapsed then three knives clattered on the floor.
~*~*~*~
The afternoon was spent exploring the exhibits set up around the themes of water conservation and the newest technologies to bring water to those without. By the time dinner rolled around, Kris’ feet were killing him. The banquet would be held the last night of the convention in the RAI’s ballroom but each night, this restaurant was serving the delegates exclusively. Addi must have noticed the slight limp Kris was trying to hide and suggested they head out.
Kris was soooo down with that.
Their car maneuvered through the streets then stopped. The door opened and Addi got out. Kris looked around. Naturally, he didn’t recognize anything but also didn’t see anything in particular that would cause the other man to get out. He looked to Raja with no help.
“Go on Kristopher … shoo!”
“But ….”
“The only ‘but’ here is yours stepping out. Off with you.”
Kris feet throbbed as he froze, not sure what to do. Addi stuck his head in the door and offered a hand.
“Kristopher?”
“I … I thought we were going back to the hotel, back for dinner.”
“We are.”
“But we aren’t anywhere near the hotel!”
Raja apparently had enough and literally pushed him out while Addi pulled. Before the young man knew it, he was standing on the sidewalk and the car - with Raja in it - was driving away. Kris looked around quickly. On one side was a row of old buildings and on the other was a canal. He looked at a nearby sign that read Amstel River.
“What the he….”
Addi turned him around til he was facing the canal and pointed down. A short staircase led down to a dock where a charming wooden boat awaited them. It looked like a vessel from the early 1900s with a white hull and rich wooden cabin full of windows offering magnificent views. It was a good size, probably big enough for ten to sit comfortably but the only other person Kris saw was a man he assumed to be the captain.
“This boat belongs to our hotel. We are returning to the Amstel but we’re going by water. I hope you don’t get sea sick.”
Kris gazed at him with a furrowed brow, “I don’t think so. I took a boat tour around Manhattan once and I was okay.”
“Wonderful!”
Addi ran down the stairs with Kris painfully in tow and the captain welcomed them aboard. The cabin was divided into two sections, one for captain and another for them. Going inside, Kris spotted cushions, a light basket, a CD player, flameless candles and a picnic basket.
Kris spread the blanket out on the wooden seat while Addi took out the items in the basket and placed them on the blanket. Kris’ mouth watered as each tasty treat was set out. Out of an insulated bag, two massive hamburgers with the works were set down on their plates, accompanied by frites (French fries) and for dipping, satay sauce and mayo. At first, Kris was a little taken aback by having mayo to dip his fries in but he gave it a try and really liked it, reminding him of a warm potato salad. Containers with Dutch cheese and a selection of raw vegetables appeared along with a 6 pack of cold beer from somewhere. If there was room, Dutch chocolate was waiting for dessert.
The men enjoyed a leisurely ride home. When they weren’t gazing at each other, the view was nearly as stunning. The boat passed under multiple low bridges, each one a different style with an array of passerby’s waving as them passed beneath. Just as he’d seen on land, the canal was lined with trees and smaller canals branched off one either side. Other boats passed by and they all exchanged waves and smiles. A large tourist boat filled with people left a wake that jostled their chocolates. When they’d first arrived in Amsterdam, Kris had wanted to take one of those organized tours but this was much better, nibbling on cheese fed to him by a sexy man. The sun was setting and the street lights and the lights from the windows on shore shimmered in the water.
Just after the sun disappeared below the horizon and the remaining brilliant colors faded into darkness, their private trip came to an end with their arrival at the Amstel Hotel. After thanking the captain, the two men lazily made their way up to the suite, arm in arm.
Once inside their golden cocoon, Addi drew Kris into his body and kissed the life out of him.
“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” the older man sighed eventually, peppering the other’s face with butterfly kisses.
“You still have all night to keep it up,” Kris whispered, slipping his hands up Addi’s chest under his vest and slid it off.
Addi kissed him again, moving backward and leading both into the bedroom.
“I could use a shower … care to join me?” Kris asked coyly.
“May I bathe you?”
“What do you think?”
“Wellllll,” Addi started unbuttoning Kris’ white shirt, “I think ….”
A phone started ringing and Addi cursed in Arabic. Kris still didn’t know what his man was saying but a cursing tone was universal. They reluctantly moved apart and Addi picked up his phone. He said a few sentences then turned to Kris, apologizing he had to take this and explaining he may be a while. Kris said he’d go have his shower while Addi talked, promising the sheikh could come up with another way to make him feel relaxed when they were both free.
By the time Kris came back into the bedroom, Addi was off the phone and had changed into his black silk sleep pants and robe and was curled up on the bed browsing through a newspaper. Kris had put on the fluffy white robe the hotel supplied and gingerly walked out and sat on the bed with a big, long sigh.
A hand brushed his neck, “Habibi, are you alright?”
Kris scooched back against the headboard and stretched his legs out.
“Aside from my aching feet, I feel great,” he replied, grimacing and wiggling his toes.
Addi set his paper aside and maneuvered to the bottom of the bed. Rubbing his hands together, he picked up one foot and made love to it with his fingers. Kris groaned first in pain then in pleasure as the magic digits worked him over. Eyes closed, he slid down until he was on his back and his robe had ridden up to hips. When he finished with one foot, Addi moved onto the next. Kris could just imagine what he must look like and he didn’t care, his feet were on cloud nine and the tingling pleasure was starting to move up his calf … and behind his knee … and up his inner thigh. Lazily, Kris opened his eyes just in time to see Addi undo the tie on Kris robe and open the two sides of the robe as if revealing a present.
Sitting back on his heels and smiling gently, Addi said, “El kamar helou wa inta ahhla.”
Kris raised an eyebrow and Addi translated as he stretched out beside him.
“The moon is beautiful but you are lovelier.”
He didn’t know what to say to Kris just grabbed the lapels of Addi’s robe and hauled him on top of his naked body before licking his neck and jaw. Addi’s hand slid down and grasped the throbbing cock begging for attention. They let their lips and hands do the talking until Addi’s hand moved further south to Kris’ entrance and his movements ceased.
Addi had discovered his surprise.
“Kristopher, did you …?”
“Yup … we wasted enough time with your phone call.”
With that part taken care off, Addi quickly disrobed and took out the lube and condom. Kris rolled the condom on his lover and slicked him with lube while Adam put some on his fingers and added more to the open star Kris had already prepared. When all was right, Addi lifted Kris’ right leg over his shoulder and entered him slowly. The burn was delicious and the fullness overwhelming. Slow movements sped up with each thrust until all rhythm was gone and they just slammed over and over and over until their bodies seized and spilled.
Later, they stretched out on their stomach’s facing each other, hands linked.
“So, who was that on the phone?” Kris asked lazily, a finger trailing down Addi’s spine.
“Business,” he abruptly replied.
“Oh.” Kris withdrew his wandering hand. “You didn’t sound happy. Is there a problem?”
“Nothing for you to worry about.”
“Right. Well, I ….”
“Good night Kristopher.”
Addi rolled on his back and flicked off the light, blanketing them in darkness.
Kris was momentarily stunned. Silently, he rolled over and started to turn away. A strong arm encircled his waist and pulled him close. Addi nuzzled his neck and sighed.
“I apologize Habibi … I didn’t want to ruin this moment. Tomorrow … I tell you tomorrow.”
Kris nodded once and settled into the spoon, his mind uneasy.
~*~*~*~
Elicium Centre, RAI Convention Centre ~ http://www.f1consultancy.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/Amsterdam-RAI-Exhibition-and-Convention-Centre.jpg
Amstel Hotel’s canal boat - http://www.rondvaarten-amsterdam.nl/images/salonboten-home.jpg
Snippet of a canal cruise - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdMHtuykogs
Verse: Addi Baba
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: AU: After accepting Addi’s (Adam’s) request to travel the world with him, Kris jumps headfirst in a whole new world. There first stop … a world conference in Amsterdam, Netherlands
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. Entirely a figment of my imagination. Not intended to offend any group.
Amsterdam Part 2 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/87768.html
Amsterdam Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/87448.html
Original Story in NYC - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/86596.html
~*~*~*~
Kris grimaced as the waistband of his pants was lifted up and jiggled.
“How does that feel sir?” the tailor asked.
“Fine,” jiggle, jiggle, “it’s … it’s fine … really … thank you.”
The tailor nodded and moved on to adjusting the jacket around his shoulders.
Jetlag was finally catching up to him. He and Addi spent a few glorious hours last night sipping champagne, eating strawberries and loving each other. Eventually, they wore themselves out and fell asleep. Unfortunately, they were awoken with a call from Raja that the tailor had arrived with Kris’ new suits and they needed a final fitting before heading off to the brunch reception across town.
Kris had only been fitted for a suit once in his life, a tux for his high school graduation, so he was familiar with all the poking and prodding. What he had to deal with now that he didn’t deal with then was certain … parts of the anatomy … being, um, tender after their celebration last night.
Addi was sitting across the room, facing him, one long leg draped over the other and sipping a tempting cup of steaming coffee in comfy brown pants, a light weight tan sweater that hugged every curve of the man’s chest, and loose brown vest. How could he have to look so damn hot and cool at the same time?
Kris hadn’t even had time for a caffeine fix either. He was okay not enjoying the pastries laid out beside the coffee since they were going to eat soon anyway but it was cruel and unusual punishment to be denied his morning brew.
Another cup of coffee was poured.
“I hope you’re saving at least one cup for me,” Kris commented grumpily.
“Oh Kristopher, you wanted some?” the other man asked innocently.
“Thank you for your patience sir, we are finished.”
Kris thanked the tailor then strode over to his lover and carefully snatched the cup out of his hand and took a big gulp, ignoring the burn in favor of the flavor.
“Ahhhh, ambrosia.”
“That’s coffee, not ambrosia,” Addi declared seriously. “Ambrosia is a mythical drink of the Gods.”
“Or a dessert of shredded coconut, chunks of pineapple, mandarin oranges, pecans, marshmallows, and fruit salad folded into whipped cream and served chill,” Raja added. Kris and Addi stared at the man like he had two heads. “Calvin gave me some last night … it was good,” he concluded defensively.
Addi shook his head and poured another cup of coffee while Kris finished off his.
“I know that Raja, it’s just a saying my grandma used to use when something tasted heavenly.”
The men were now alone, the tailor and his assistants gone.
“Then perhaps my nickname for you Habibi should be ‘ambrosia’.”
“Uh-uh, you already have a nickname for me. If anyone is being called ‘ambrosia’ it’s you lover.”
Raja set down his cup and stood, smoothing out his trousers.
“Sorry to interrupt this lovefest but we need to be on our way gentlemen.”
The young executive quickly finished his coffee then ran to the bedroom to change into something casual but dressy, going for the tan pants and white shirt he bought yesterday with everything else. Moments later, Addi arrived and started fussing with his hair. The sheikh swore as he tried to tame it. Eventually Addi was satisfied or gave up and the men headed out.
~*~*~*~
About 15 minutes later, they arrived at a massive complex of buildings called the Amsterdam RAI Exhibition and Convention Centre. The historic charm of the old city vanished under the metal and glass buildings that made up the facilities. Their car stopped in front of the Elicium Centre, the newest addition to the centre. Amir and Kazim where given the day off and the trio headed inside, searching for the registration tables. Once they registered, they received ID cards and were given literature on the meetings and speakers scheduled over the next couple of days. Kris went down the list and spotted a few organizations from the States and added the times and location into his phone’s scheduler.
From registration, they got back in the car and were driven to Beatrix Park and the Strand Zuid (South Beach) restaurant located between the RAI and a beach. It was an airy space for a beautiful day. Tables and chairs lined the deck under large canvas umbrellas, loungers were spread around on the sand and a huge brunch buffet was set up in the main restaurant. A bar area was loaded with every conceivable variety of cold drinks, juices, hot beverages, ciders, beer, wine and cocktails. The buffet itself was a delight full of finger foods, sandwiches, cereals, fruit, vegetables, salads, cold plates, hot plates, and a multitude of breads and pastries along with an omelet station, a crepe station and a waffle station.
Kris was starved and loaded up his plate, filling it up about one quarter of the way down the table, vowing to come back for seconds … and thirds … and maybe fourths. Just before he headed over to the table where Addi and Raja were sitting, he reached over to get a spoonful of strawberry jam when he accidentally bumped someone else’s hand and got peanut butter on it.
“Oh geez, I’m so sorry,” Kris muttered, setting down his plate and grabbing some napkins to wipe the once pristine shirt cuff, “I should have been more careful ….”
“It’s alright, don’t worry about it,” the man replied kindly with an American accent.
“I’ll pay for your dry cleaning … seriously.”
“No need, I’ve got lots of shirts back at my hotel.”
“Still ….”
The man took the napkins from Kris and smiled genuinely at him.
“Don’t worry about it son, really. I hope you enjoy the convention … and your jam.”
The man walked away in one direction and Kris headed in the other. He sat down and muttered to himself while spreading his hard won jam onto his toast.
“Kristopher, are you alright?”
He looked at Addi’s concerned face and managed a crooked smile.
“Yeah, just made a fool of myself is all.”
“What happened?” Raja asked around a mouthful of muffin.
“Oh nothing really, I just peanut buttered Al Gore.”
A moment lapsed then three knives clattered on the floor.
~*~*~*~
The afternoon was spent exploring the exhibits set up around the themes of water conservation and the newest technologies to bring water to those without. By the time dinner rolled around, Kris’ feet were killing him. The banquet would be held the last night of the convention in the RAI’s ballroom but each night, this restaurant was serving the delegates exclusively. Addi must have noticed the slight limp Kris was trying to hide and suggested they head out.
Kris was soooo down with that.
Their car maneuvered through the streets then stopped. The door opened and Addi got out. Kris looked around. Naturally, he didn’t recognize anything but also didn’t see anything in particular that would cause the other man to get out. He looked to Raja with no help.
“Go on Kristopher … shoo!”
“But ….”
“The only ‘but’ here is yours stepping out. Off with you.”
Kris feet throbbed as he froze, not sure what to do. Addi stuck his head in the door and offered a hand.
“Kristopher?”
“I … I thought we were going back to the hotel, back for dinner.”
“We are.”
“But we aren’t anywhere near the hotel!”
Raja apparently had enough and literally pushed him out while Addi pulled. Before the young man knew it, he was standing on the sidewalk and the car - with Raja in it - was driving away. Kris looked around quickly. On one side was a row of old buildings and on the other was a canal. He looked at a nearby sign that read Amstel River.
“What the he….”
Addi turned him around til he was facing the canal and pointed down. A short staircase led down to a dock where a charming wooden boat awaited them. It looked like a vessel from the early 1900s with a white hull and rich wooden cabin full of windows offering magnificent views. It was a good size, probably big enough for ten to sit comfortably but the only other person Kris saw was a man he assumed to be the captain.
“This boat belongs to our hotel. We are returning to the Amstel but we’re going by water. I hope you don’t get sea sick.”
Kris gazed at him with a furrowed brow, “I don’t think so. I took a boat tour around Manhattan once and I was okay.”
“Wonderful!”
Addi ran down the stairs with Kris painfully in tow and the captain welcomed them aboard. The cabin was divided into two sections, one for captain and another for them. Going inside, Kris spotted cushions, a light basket, a CD player, flameless candles and a picnic basket.
Kris spread the blanket out on the wooden seat while Addi took out the items in the basket and placed them on the blanket. Kris’ mouth watered as each tasty treat was set out. Out of an insulated bag, two massive hamburgers with the works were set down on their plates, accompanied by frites (French fries) and for dipping, satay sauce and mayo. At first, Kris was a little taken aback by having mayo to dip his fries in but he gave it a try and really liked it, reminding him of a warm potato salad. Containers with Dutch cheese and a selection of raw vegetables appeared along with a 6 pack of cold beer from somewhere. If there was room, Dutch chocolate was waiting for dessert.
The men enjoyed a leisurely ride home. When they weren’t gazing at each other, the view was nearly as stunning. The boat passed under multiple low bridges, each one a different style with an array of passerby’s waving as them passed beneath. Just as he’d seen on land, the canal was lined with trees and smaller canals branched off one either side. Other boats passed by and they all exchanged waves and smiles. A large tourist boat filled with people left a wake that jostled their chocolates. When they’d first arrived in Amsterdam, Kris had wanted to take one of those organized tours but this was much better, nibbling on cheese fed to him by a sexy man. The sun was setting and the street lights and the lights from the windows on shore shimmered in the water.
Just after the sun disappeared below the horizon and the remaining brilliant colors faded into darkness, their private trip came to an end with their arrival at the Amstel Hotel. After thanking the captain, the two men lazily made their way up to the suite, arm in arm.
Once inside their golden cocoon, Addi drew Kris into his body and kissed the life out of him.
“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” the older man sighed eventually, peppering the other’s face with butterfly kisses.
“You still have all night to keep it up,” Kris whispered, slipping his hands up Addi’s chest under his vest and slid it off.
Addi kissed him again, moving backward and leading both into the bedroom.
“I could use a shower … care to join me?” Kris asked coyly.
“May I bathe you?”
“What do you think?”
“Wellllll,” Addi started unbuttoning Kris’ white shirt, “I think ….”
A phone started ringing and Addi cursed in Arabic. Kris still didn’t know what his man was saying but a cursing tone was universal. They reluctantly moved apart and Addi picked up his phone. He said a few sentences then turned to Kris, apologizing he had to take this and explaining he may be a while. Kris said he’d go have his shower while Addi talked, promising the sheikh could come up with another way to make him feel relaxed when they were both free.
By the time Kris came back into the bedroom, Addi was off the phone and had changed into his black silk sleep pants and robe and was curled up on the bed browsing through a newspaper. Kris had put on the fluffy white robe the hotel supplied and gingerly walked out and sat on the bed with a big, long sigh.
A hand brushed his neck, “Habibi, are you alright?”
Kris scooched back against the headboard and stretched his legs out.
“Aside from my aching feet, I feel great,” he replied, grimacing and wiggling his toes.
Addi set his paper aside and maneuvered to the bottom of the bed. Rubbing his hands together, he picked up one foot and made love to it with his fingers. Kris groaned first in pain then in pleasure as the magic digits worked him over. Eyes closed, he slid down until he was on his back and his robe had ridden up to hips. When he finished with one foot, Addi moved onto the next. Kris could just imagine what he must look like and he didn’t care, his feet were on cloud nine and the tingling pleasure was starting to move up his calf … and behind his knee … and up his inner thigh. Lazily, Kris opened his eyes just in time to see Addi undo the tie on Kris robe and open the two sides of the robe as if revealing a present.
Sitting back on his heels and smiling gently, Addi said, “El kamar helou wa inta ahhla.”
Kris raised an eyebrow and Addi translated as he stretched out beside him.
“The moon is beautiful but you are lovelier.”
He didn’t know what to say to Kris just grabbed the lapels of Addi’s robe and hauled him on top of his naked body before licking his neck and jaw. Addi’s hand slid down and grasped the throbbing cock begging for attention. They let their lips and hands do the talking until Addi’s hand moved further south to Kris’ entrance and his movements ceased.
Addi had discovered his surprise.
“Kristopher, did you …?”
“Yup … we wasted enough time with your phone call.”
With that part taken care off, Addi quickly disrobed and took out the lube and condom. Kris rolled the condom on his lover and slicked him with lube while Adam put some on his fingers and added more to the open star Kris had already prepared. When all was right, Addi lifted Kris’ right leg over his shoulder and entered him slowly. The burn was delicious and the fullness overwhelming. Slow movements sped up with each thrust until all rhythm was gone and they just slammed over and over and over until their bodies seized and spilled.
Later, they stretched out on their stomach’s facing each other, hands linked.
“So, who was that on the phone?” Kris asked lazily, a finger trailing down Addi’s spine.
“Business,” he abruptly replied.
“Oh.” Kris withdrew his wandering hand. “You didn’t sound happy. Is there a problem?”
“Nothing for you to worry about.”
“Right. Well, I ….”
“Good night Kristopher.”
Addi rolled on his back and flicked off the light, blanketing them in darkness.
Kris was momentarily stunned. Silently, he rolled over and started to turn away. A strong arm encircled his waist and pulled him close. Addi nuzzled his neck and sighed.
“I apologize Habibi … I didn’t want to ruin this moment. Tomorrow … I tell you tomorrow.”
Kris nodded once and settled into the spoon, his mind uneasy.
~*~*~*~
Elicium Centre, RAI Convention Centre ~ http://www.f1consultancy.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/Amsterdam-RAI-Exhibition-and-Convention-Centre.jpg
Amstel Hotel’s canal boat - http://www.rondvaarten-amsterdam.nl/images/salonboten-home.jpg
Snippet of a canal cruise - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdMHtuykogs