When I First Believed in Angels, Part 7
Pairing: Adam/David A.
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The character are made up with fictitious personalities. I am not compensated for these stories.
Warning: Sexual encounter. Adult Language. Kris will return in the next chapter. All previous chapters can be found on my journal page.
I hear him rush out the words, “I want to touch you.”
My body responds to the words even though my mind knows that this would be no master class performance. I ask him, “Why me?”
He hangs his head, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…. I’m making you think things that aren’t true.”
“What am I thinking?”
He looks up and out into the room, “That I’ll want you to be with me all the time and it isn’t like that.”
As I get up I reach out my hand, looking over at him, “Come on Angel, let’s go “not talk”in the bedroom.
He is wearing his apprehension like a bright body suit, serious thoughts written in the lines he has squeezed between his brows. I watch him tighten his hands into fists as he wills what fierceness he has to show itself.
He startles me a little as he jolts himself up and in my direction. Brushing past me he dismisses my hand, his voice is flat and removed “Come on.”
As a bandage to my ego I snicker to myself, Yeah, we’ll see how long this fierceness last when I start taking my clothes off.
He continues to give me the back of his head as he goes to the far side of the bed to remove his clothes in defiant yanks.
My ego still stinging, I think to stand there and bore my eyes into him, to make him feel uncomfortable as payment for a transgression I refused to name.
As I was attending my fragile ego he finished undressing, turning to face me with his head down. I watch his chest rise up as he pulls in a deep breath, raising his head slowly to stare into my eyes. And despite all his willed defiance against the world, it was plain to see that he had a slippery hold on his fierceness.
I yield to his faded fierceness, looking at my belt buckle as I begin to undress. I hear him pull back the bedding and look over to see him climb under the covers. As I am about to pull off my shirt I glance over to him. He has himself tucked safely under the covers, lying on his side, fierce once again as he watches me undress, his expression blank.
I finished undressing like the band-aid has been ripped off, flinging my clothes carelessly onto the floor. All tenderness and understanding taken hostage I pull back the covers and lower myself into bed, an unfair distance from him. I cover myself from the waist down, lying flat on my back with my hands tucked under my head in my egos final display of indignation.
I feel his eyes studying me as I draw in a breath of annoyance, and let it out again.
The bed moves as his hand slides up to my chest. I hear him say,
“It was the only way I could do it.”
Scrubbing my eyes with my hand, “I’m fine, whatever you need.”
He rolls toward me, pushing his forehead into my shoulder,then raising his head back up, “It isn’t fine.” I feel his lips press a kiss into my shoulder, “You’re right, I can’t treat friends that way.”
I run my hand down the back of his head, stopping to press little circles into his neck with my fingertips. “Just let it go, o.k.? There is enough pressure in this cooker already.”
He isn’t satisfied as he looks into me, stroking a rhythm into my chest with his fingertips. I bring my other hand out from under my head and lay it over his.
He nods up slightly, as he puffs out a smile, pushing himself closer to me.
His touch is rhythmic and soothing as his hand runs over my body, caressing me in all my safe places, over and over again. He murmurs, “You feel good”
“Umm, your hand feels good to me, so soothing. Umm, how are you at backrubs?”
“Uh, I don’t know. I have only rubbed my Mom’s shoulders.”
“How bout I roll over and you give it a try.”
“All right. Roll over then.”
He rubs my back for a while with his one free hand, risking a dip under the covers every so often to trail his hand across the top of my ass.
Rising up on my arms I look back at him, “Hey, I don’t want to be bossy or anything but you would really be able to dig in with both hands if you sat on me.”
“Are you sure, I don’t want to squish you.”
I look back at him, smirking a little, “I think I can handle your weight, now come on Angel, and don’t let me fall asleep.”
“What am I supposed to do if you fall asleep?”
“Use your imagination. I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
The room is quiet as he figures out the logistics of sitting on me. Finally I feel the bed move, his legs bumping into me as he straddles me before sitting on my lower back. He seems frozen there for a bit before I feel his hands slide up my back to my shoulders. Each time he reaches for my neck and shoulders his need pressing into my back, keeping me awake.
“Just so you know, you give an amazing back rub. You are a very good angel.”
“I like doing it.”
“Good, cause I like getting it.”
I feel him sit up just before he runs his hands from the small of my back, across my shoulders and down my arms as he lays his body down on mine. He lays still, the only movement the little sighs that leave his chest, landing on the back of my neck.
Minutes later I feel him raise himself up to trail kisses across my shoulder blades, his lips catching and dragging across my skin. I feel his wet tongue touch my skin, sending desire straight through me.
“I’m awake” I moan as I roll under him, righting him back on top of me. He doesn’t land just right so I pull him up my body to kiss him. His kisses are more insistent, heavy with desire and need. I part my lips, touching his bottom lip softly with my tongue, feeling him exhale a little. His lips part for me as I slowly slide my tongue into his mouth. He touches his tongue to mine, moaning softly into my mouth. He begins to kiss me deeper, pushing his tongue into my mouth. Suddenly he is pulling away from my mouth with a hiss of breath.
“I have to stop.”
My hands on his hips I move him a little over me, “Umm, you don’t have to baby, but we will if you want to.”
With a start he rolls off me onto his side and I roll onto mine facing him.
He lowers his face, “You feel too good.”
“mmm, thank you and how can anything feel too good?”
“You know what I mean.”
I leave our bodies slightly parted as I run my hands over him, repeating his earlier declaration, “Umm, you feel too good” as I run kisses up his neck.
He grips me tight, struggling with his need and I want to release it for him, I want to give him a memory that will flush his body every time he remembers.”
“I want to make you feel really good. Will you let me?”
As he pushes his head back he whispers, “Yes.”
I give him a nudge, rolling him onto his back. I kiss him on the mouth before trailing kisses down his chest. When I reach his stomach his muscles tighten as I kiss along them. I hear him suck in a breath as I take him into my mouth with purpose, knowing this will be a short dance. I feel his body arch back as he moans his release.
I kiss my way back up to his chest, leaving several on his neck as I pull him back onto his side, pulling him into me.
He kisses my neck, murmuring, “Thank you, that was so…I’ve never felt that good.”
“It was my pleasure baby, and I do mean a pleasure. You are gorgeous.”
He tucks his head into my neck again, shy in my compliment. “You are always so nice to me.”
I pull back from him, looking into his face, “Don’t give me too much credit Sweetie, it’s easy to be nice to you. And I’m not just being nice, you are hot.”
Blushing, he reaches down touching me close to where I need to be touched, his shyness keeping him from getting close enough. I take his hand in mine and place it where I need it, showing him my way. I remove my hand and let him touch until I can’t take anymore. He is touching me like a ballad and I need a little rock n’ roll. I put my hand back over his, pulling his lips to mine. “Now kiss me like to mean it baby.”
With the practical taken care of we settle back into bed, alarm set for 0’dark thirty to get me up and out before the neighbors wake and his Assistant arrives.
With our bodies comfortably entwined we snuggle in facing each other. I hear him humming a tune I don’t recognize. I laugh a little, “What lyrics are running through that pretty little head of yours now?”
“I’m just humming you to sleep.”
“Come on, sing them to me, sing me to sleep.”
He takes a breath, then sings softly into my neck,
You wanted somebody, just anybody
To lay their hands on your soul tonight,
You want a reason, to keep believin
That someday you’re gonna see the light
“That’s beautiful, who is it?”
“It’s a song of mine.”
“I love it”
Taking his hand, I rub his fingers open with my thumb, placing his palm on my chest. I lean in and place a soft kiss by his ear before I whisper, “I thought you just wanted to touch my body.”
He tucks his face back into my neck as we relax into sleep.
I wake to the blare of an alarm clock that is meant to shock you straight out of bed. I groan, pulling the pillow over my head, falling back to sleep.
I feel someone rubbing my shoulder as I wake again. I look up to a smile that does not reach the eyes. I smile into him, “Good morning early bird.”
He thrusts a cup towards me, “I went and got you some coffee.”
“Thank you. That was sweet of you.”
As I sit up, taking the cup of coffee, I look over at the alarm clock, “Shit, that went off thirty minutes ago. Why didn’t you wake me, I better get up and out of here.”
He doesn’t say anything as he walks around the bed, heading out of the room.
I speak in his direction, “Hey, you o.k.?”
He turns slightly toward me, “Yeah, just got a lot on my mind. My mom called last night and left a message about a bunch of things we have to get done for a charity we are doing for our church and stuff is just coming at me. I’ll wait in the kitchen for you.”
When I walk into the kitchen his back is to me, he makes no move to turn around and face me. I walk up to him and touch him on the shoulder to turn him around. As he turns he brings his arm up and blocks my hand away from him, stepping back.
“Hey, easy. We’re friends now, all right?”
“I’m sorry. I am being a jerk again. I’m sorry.”
“I know, its o.k. Listen, it is my policy not to give advice unless it is asked for, but I’m going against that policy today. You have a lot coming at you David, a lot. I wish you would consider getting professional counseling to help you through it. I hope you’ll consider it.”
He studies the kitchen tiles without responding so I finish what I have to say,
“I want you to promise me that if you ever need someone, to talk or to just be there for you, you will call me? I don’t care if it is tomorrow, next week, next month or next year. Promise me.”
I wait for him to look up, to answer me, “David, look at me, I’m not fucking around. Promise me, look at me and say it.”
His expression is dark, serious, “O.K. You don’t have to cuss at me. I promise.”
“I got your attention didn’t I?” I reach in and give him a social hug, “Bye baby” before heading for the door. As I reach for the door knob I hear him,
“Adam”
I turn around to see him coming to me. He takes me into a tight hug, squeezing me, “Thank you.”
I pull back, running my fingers under his chin, “It was my pleasure. And I mean that.”