When I First Believed in Angels, Part 9
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: NC17 Sexual conduct, language.
Disclaimer: I don't know these people, the personalities and situations are completely fictional.
Chapters 1 - 8 on my journal page
Once safely tucked into the limo I reach over and squeeze Kris’s hand. His eyes flash an unsettled love for me that is quickly replaced by resignation before he watches the scenery out his window.
Deciding to leave it alone until we get to my place I mirror Kris, watching out my window. Dread and fear are scrambling around inside me, making my heart race and my stomach weak.
After closing the front door behind Kris I pull him into me, breathing his name into his neck. His arms tight around my waist, his voice strained he says to my chest, “This is too hard.”
Breathing into his hair I tell him, “You’re making me nervous as hell Kris, what is too hard?”
His forehead into my chest as he studies the floor he says, “Feeling like I do about you, getting all jealous and ugly over that kid.”
I gently push him away from me, looking my question into him, “Is that what this is all about Kris? That “kid”? We are just friends.”
He looks down, shaking his head no, “That isn’t all it is, at least not for him. And I’m not sure how much you like him, but I know you do.”
Pulling Kris back into me, taking his face in my hands I look into his eyes, “what I want you to be sure of Kris is how much you mean to me.” I kiss him tenderly all over his face, ending with his lips. He kisses me back distracted, still wanting to get something off his chest.
Pushing back from me and turning away, his voice grief stricken, “I know you have been with him” he turns to me with a pained expression, “don’t bother denying it. I know you wouldn’t betray him. But I know. And I hate it”.
Cringing from the pain in his voice, wanting so badly to soothe his hurt, “Kris, he doesn’t mean anything close to what you mean to me.” I reach out to him, “Stop this. You know it’s true”.
“I know it is for now, but he wants you. I can see it. And he is so much like me, he is your type”.
“Like you?!? Come on Kris, you have lost touch with reality now. How the hell is he even close to being like you?”
“We are both small, we both have laid back personalities, we both do charity work, we have brown eyes, we both play piano and guitar, we both have the habit of pulling our shirts down to cover our…, and we wear the same clothes”.
Laughing nervously, “ You lost me on “both wear the same clothes.” What the hell”?
He waves his hand up in the air in irritation, “Some crazy fans have a picture gallery of the two of us wearing like the same shirt five times or some shit. It’s scary”.
Chuckling nervously I say to him, “Well, I’m not one to argue with photographic evidence, so maybe you have worn the same shirt a couple times, but it is going to take more than a few shirts to make him anything closely resembling Kris Allen.” Putting my arms out to him I say, “now come back to me baby, I want to show you just how irreplaceable you are”.
He comes to me but he is still not done unloading. “It’s so selfish of me. I hate myself for it, for not wanting that kid to fall in love with you, for wishing you hadn’t touched him, for everything. We are such a mess, our “relationship.”
“I’m not going to argue that Kris, we are a hot mess. But right now, I just don’t care. Stay with me Baby, we’ll get your shit from the hotel tomorrow. Give us these two days we have left together, just you and me. We’ll go do our business during the day and spend the nights together, starting tonight. Let’s just forget about our mess for a couple days and be together.”
He pulls me in tight, “O.K. just you and me, for a couple days.”
I am so happy I lift him up spinning him around before I stop to plant kisses all over his face and neck.
I pull him down the hall, stopping along the way to press him up against the wall, running my hands down over his hips, kissing his neck then taking his mouth tenderly, kissing him again and again.
Falling into bed we make love for the first time, our eyes never leaving each other as we touch and kiss with passion and meaning this time. Holding each other so close, trying to absorb as much of each other as we can. I can’t help close my eyes from time to time, reveling in his unspoken words as he touches his love into me with his kisses, pressing those kisses down my chest to my stomach, then wrapping his warm, soft love around me giving me my release.
Sated, we sleep holding each other until the alarm goes off, signaling another day.
He is facing the mirror, brushing his hair. I have seen him do this so many times during our Idol run and I’ve always longed to come up behind him and kiss his neck, “I brought you some coffee Baby. Umm, you look pretty” I tell him as I kiss the back of his neck.
He turns around and hugs me tight, kissing me, “Umm, thank you.” His eyes sweeping my face he tells me, “and you are beautiful.” Playfully putting me away from him, “You are also trying to make me late and I can’t be.”
Leaning back into him I say "So responsible. You have a nice day at the office Honey."
We meet at the front door that night. Leaning in I kiss him wet on the mouth. He pulls back, his eyes dark with desire as I watch his eyes browse my body, taking in my short apron, the long bare legs and then the heels. A smile crosses his lips. I lean in closer, "Hi Honey, did you have a nice day at the office?”
He leans back, putting his hand on my waist. He lets out an appreciative moan as he feels the bare skin there, running his hand across my bare ass. He breathes out, “Terrible, but things seem to be looking up.”
As I run my hands down his arms, pulling back from him I say, “Umm, You look stressed out, let me get my Baby a drink.” I turn and walk away from him, knowing he is taking in my bare backside, the g string, my bare ass and long legs. Bending over more than I need to, I get the glasses out. I feel him come up behind me, putting both hands on my ass, running them down my thighs and back up again, letting his fingers brush inside my thighs. I turn around and hand him his drink, “there you go Sweetie this should help after a long day at the office.”
He pulls me in, breathing out, “Sheese, you look hot. Those long legs, that tight ass.”
“Umm, such sweet words. Tell me more.”
Running his hands across my hips and under my apron he say, “Mmm, I’m going to show you.”
Shoving him back playfully, pout on my lips, “I’ve cooked all day for you and all you can think about is getting your hands on my tight ass.”
Laughing under his breath as he pulls me back to him, his hand rubbing up and down my length, “Yeah, the take out you ordered can wait.”
Pressing myself into his hand I breathe into his ear, “Hmm, you naughty man” before I pull away saying, “I have another surprise for you.”
I pull him to sit in a chair that faces down the hallway and slide onto his lap, flipping my apron up, giving him a glimpse of me. Kissing his neck and grinding into him I whisper into his ear, “I want you Kris, so badly. I’m gonna love you so good tonight, so slow and so sweet.” I kiss him hot, running my hand over his need as I get up, turning to the hallway I tell him, “I won’t be long Baby .” Slowly I strut down the hall with just a little swing to my ass.
Sauntering back down the hall to him wearing nothing but a g string and heels I let my hips move suggestively. His eyes are on fire as I take him by the hand, leading him to the master bath.
Smiling he says, “Umm, candles, music and a bubble bath, you’ll spoil me.”
I smile back at him, “Oh I intend to spoil you Baby. Spoil you so good.”
I sit on the edge of the jaccuzi facing him. With one leg bent, foot secure on the narrow Jacuzzi deck, I stretch my other leg out long, toe pointed in my best cabaret pose before I take off my heels. I stretch my leg back out, toe pointed again as I run my tongue over my lips. Hooking my thumbs over the g string at my hips, lifting my weight onto one hip to slide the g string off I lose my balance and hit the water with a shriek, splashing water and bubbles everywhere. When I come sputtering to a sitting position I have bubbles running down my face and a pain in my elbow. I look over at Kris who is laughing but with his eyes squeezed half shut in pain, holding his ankle.
After a bit of laughing, mixed with some ouches from both of us, I see that Kris is really in a bit of pain. “Kris, is your ankle hurt bad?”
“Actually it might be. I need to get out of this hot water, it’s throbbing. You landed on it with your big ol’ self.”
“Hmm, I like the throbbing part but Kristopher Allen, don’t you ever tell me I have a big ol’ anything unless you are talking about my cock. Come on, let me help you out. I’ll go get you some ice for that ankle.”
We lay laughing in bed, me with frozen peas on my elbow, him with a frozen vegetable medley on his ankle. After the vegetables thawed we made love. When I slowly entered Kris for the last time, our hands so tightly woven together, I whispered, “I'm so in love with you” into his mouth as I kissed all my love into him then moaned out my release. Twisting around to face me, bringing a hand up to my forehead he softly ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it back away from my face. His gaze intent he whispered to me, “and I'm so in love with you ” before kissing it true.
We were snuggled into each other prepared to fall asleep, but I couldn’t sleep right away. I wanted to run it through my mind just a few more times, “and I'm so in love with you" I watched him doze off, his face so tranquil, so sweet. I kissed him once on the temple before closing my eyes so I can hear it more clearly, “and I'm so in love with you."