Fated - Kradam - NC17
Title: Fated (or why you shouldn't have one night stands with hopeless romantics)
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Beta: sbb23 Thank you, bb! I'd be really lost without you. <333
Word Count: ~13,000
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Summary: A chance meeting, a one night stand, a cowardly departure, and a romantic gesture.
Notes: Written for daemonicangel who asked for this fic (no lies) over at the ontd_ai charity drive to benefit The Houston Area Women's Center.
Kris has had a shitty day to top off a shitty week in what has been a pretty damn shitty year. It's December 1st and he doesn't have a job, he doesn't have a girlfriend, and there's just no way he'll be able to afford going home to see his family over Christmas. He hasn't gotten laid in over six months, his guitar is missing two strings, and if he doesn't make rent money soon he'll be spending Christmas in a cardboard box.
His mood isn't helped any by the fact that the club Tommy said to meet him at is damned near impossible to find. Who hides a club in the backwaters of nowhere anyway? Isn't it kind of defeating the purpose of having a club if people can't actually find it?
Kris really just wants to go home and sleep forever in his lumpy stupid bed, but he can't do that if he doesn't find Tommy first because of course he picked today of all days to forget his keys at home. Maybe Kris should take his parents up on their offer and go back to Arkansas and get a degree in something useful. That way at least he'd get to spend Christmas with his family, even if he would do so as a failure.
He doesn't want to get a degree in something useful and join the ranks of 9 to 5 working normal people. He wants to be a musician, but his sales pitch sucks and no matter how hard he tries he just can't seem to catch a break. His mom would say something about how some things are just not meant to be, but Kris refuses to believe that. If God, or whoever, doesn't want him to be a musician then why did he give Kris the talent and passion for it? That's just cruel and Kris refuses to believe that the universe works like that.
He turns another corner and ends up in a dimly lit dead end. He hears footsteps coming up behind him and tenses; getting mugged would be a perfect way to end this day, really.
"You look lost."
The voice startles Kris and he spins around on his heels so fast he almost slips and fall over.
"Easy there," the guy says, reaching out a hand to steady Kris.
Kris swallows because the guy sounds friendly enough but he looks kind of scary, dressed in black from head to toe with a spiked collar around his neck. He's taller than Kris by far and the nails on the hand resting on Kris's shoulder are painted black.
"You okay?" the guy asks, tilting his head to the side.
"Yeah," Kris says, licking his lips nervously. "I'm fine."
The guy has black hair, spiked over the top of his head, creating some kind of faux Mohawk and his eyes are lined with black and a pale blue that you just don't see that often. He looks like exactly the type of guy your mother warns you about, and Kris is surprised at the sudden spike of want that coils low in his belly. He always considered his bisexuality to be more of an intellectual thing, but maybe not so much right now.
"So what are you doing here anyway?" the guy asks, looking around. "Not the best place to be wandering around at this time of night."
"I'm looking for this club," Kris says with a sigh. "The Basement?"
The guy chuckles, looking Kris up and down. "Honey, if you walk into The Basement looking like that they're gonna eat you alive."
Kris flushes and clutches protectively at his plaid shirt. Everyone's been getting up in his plaid lately, what's the deal with that anyway? The guy hums and shamelessly slips a finger into Kris's collar to look in under his shirt. Kris does not shiver, and if he does it's because it's getting kind of chilly, nothing else.
"That's better," the guy says thoughtfully. "Okay, take your shirt off."
Kris's fingers are on the buttons before he realizes this is starting to look like a bad porno. "What? Why?" he asks, a little belatedly since his shirt is already hanging open.
The guy chuckles. "You'll see."
He hums again and reaches up to remove the collar from around his neck, fastening around Kris's instead. "Wait a minute," Kris says, fingers flying up to touch the edge of the collar. "What the fuck?"
"Trust me honey, I'm doing you a favor. There's no way they'd let your adorable plaid ass in through the door without my help."
Kris blinks. Strange guy thinks he's adorable. Huh.
"Okay. Hold still."
Kris barely has time to react before the guy is cupping his chin and tilting his head up. He opens his mouth to protest, but then he sees the eyeliner in the guy's hand and snaps it shut again. He supposes a bit of eyeliner would be okay.
The guy actually laughs, but his hand is gentle and steady when he begins to line Kris's eyes. The edge of the pen rasps against Kris's skin and he bites down on his lower lip to not make a sound. It's been way too long since he got laid if he's getting off on a stranger giving him eyeliner.
"Oh," strange guy says, when he releases Kris's face and studies his handiwork. "That's much better."
Kris blinks a couple of times, his eyelids feel weirdly sensitive and heavy.
"Shirt," the guy says impatiently. "Stuff it in your bag."
Kris does as he's told, slipping out of the shirt and stuffing it in his bag. He's not sure how a white v-neck t-shirt is better than plaid, but the guy nods with obvious approval. Then he removes one of his heavy bracelets and fastens it around Kris's wrist, taking half a step back to study him with narrowed eyes.
"We really need to do something about your hair," he says, sticking his hand into one of the pockets of his double buttoned trench coat and coming up with a tube of what Kris hopes is hair gel.
He squirts some into the palm of his hand and puts the tube back in his pocket. "Come here," he says and Kris is not sure what it says about him when he obediently moves closer tilting his chin down to give the guy access to his hair.
The guy hums under his breath while he works the gel into Kris's scalp, making his hair stand up every which way, he's sure. It feels good though, which is a sad testament to how starved for human contact he is. Maybe he should move back to Arkansas, if this is what living in LA is going to reduce him to.
The guy lets him go and Kris looks up. "That's… good," the guy says, licking his lips. "Really… good."
It's not a surprise when the guy closes the distance between them, capturing Kris's lips in a kiss. The surprising part is the way Kris's arms locks themselves around the stranger’s neck and the way he opens up to invite the guy’s probing tongue into his mouth. It ends all too quickly, with the guy straightening up and looking Kris over again.
"Now, we're good to go," he says with a smirk, rubbing his thumb over Kris's lower lip.
Kris is uncomfortably hard and completely dazed, and if he wasn't so confused he'd totally kick the guy in the nuts for being a tease. But instead of protesting he lets the guy slip an arm around his shoulders and steer him further into the alley.
"I'm Adam by the way," the guy, well Adam, says as he leads Kris around the corner of a building.
"Huh," Kris says. "I'm Kris."
"Nice to meet you Kris," Adam says with laughter dancing in his voice and Kris thinks he should have kicked him in the nuts while he had a chance.
Suddenly Kris can hear music coming from somewhere and then they turn another corner and the entrance to the club is right there. There are people milling about outside and Kris is starting to understand what Adam was on about. His plaid would not have mixed well with all this leather.
A few shouts go up when people spot Adam and Kris can feel their curious eyes looking him up and down. He's really grateful for the heat of Adam's body along his side and the protective arm around his shoulders, because this crowd kind of freaks him out. Adam exchanges greetings and good natured insults with people, all the while keeping Kris close to his side.
"Now who's this?" A guy in a mesh shirt that does nothing to hide the rings in his nipples says, looking Kris up and down.
"I'm Kris," Kris says, sticking his hand out for the mesh shirt guy to shake. The guy takes his hand and shakes it in obvious bewilderment, exchanging a look with Adam above Kris's head.
"I'm Cornell," he says, pulling his hand back slowly, exchanging another look with Adam.
"Nice to meet you Cornell," Kris says politely and Adam snorts with laughter. Kris looks up at him and glares. Just because this is not his normal crowd it doesn't mean he doesn't remember his manners.
"I like you," Adam says, eyes sparkling, and Kris forgets to be mad at him.
The bouncer just nods and steps aside when Adam approaches, eyes barely touching on Kris, and then they're inside. It takes a Kris's eyes a few moments to adjust to the dim light and when they do he almost wishes they hadn't, because at first glance it's hard to tell if it's a club or an ongoing orgy. Everywhere he looks there are scantily dressed people twined around each other and he blushes down to his chest when he sees a woman with her breasts hanging out of her bodice.
"Cool place, huh?" Adam says, and he sounds like he's laughing at Kris again. "You want a drink?"
"Yeah," Kris says, even though he really can't afford one. He needs a drink if he's going to survive this place long enough to find Tommy.
He darts his eyes around while Adam leads them up to the bar, trying to spot Tommy in the general mayhem. With his skunk hair he shouldn't be all that hard to find, but then it's not like Tommy's sense of style makes him stand out in this crowd where everyone is wearing leather and chains.
There doesn't seem to be a dance floor, even though the volume of the music certainly suggests there should be dancing going on. Kris can feel the bass beat vibrating up his legs and the suggestive synthesizer tones makes his teeth clatter. These people don't seem to need a dance floor though, twining around each other between the tables and in the booths.
Adam seems to know everyone, shaking hands and exchanging greetings left and right. Kris tries to not be jealous when guys and girls alike get up on their toes to kiss Adam, but he's not very successful. He knows he doesn't have any right, but he still curls his fingers around Adam's belt holding on tight. Until he finds Tommy, Adam is the only one he knows here, even if ‘knows’ is certainly an overstatement.
They make it up to the bar eventually and Kris finds himself standing in front of Adam with Adam's arms on either side of him. Adam leans forward to talk to the bartender and Kris finds himself captured between the bar and Adam's body. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back against Adam's chest and he almost purrs when Adam lets one hand slip from the bar to touch his neck just below the collar.
He feels like doing something stupid and reckless, because even though he's not the kind of guy that normally takes a lot of risks, he is the kind of guy that normally doesn't have a lot of fun. The bartender sets something electric green in a shot glass down before him and he takes it and empties it in one huge gulp. The alcohol burns the roof of his mouth and makes his throat feel raw, but when the glass is filled again he downs it without hesitation.
Adam's hand on his neck slips down to rest over his heart and when Adam starts swaying to the music Kris can feel himself swaying along. Adam's other hand moves along his back and he arches into the touch without meaning to. Then Adam's trench coat is open and Kris's back connects with the hard planes of Adam's chest.
He wonders what was in the drinks he just had, because he can already feel the alcohol getting to his head, loosening his limbs and inhibitions. He tilts his head back against Adam's shoulder to look at him, curling one hand up to grab the back of Adam's neck. Adam bends down and kisses him, licking his way into Kris's open mouth to taste the alcohol still burning on his tongue.
He vaguely hears himself groan, shamelessly arching into Adam's touch when the hand on his chest slips lower to rest over his stomach. Suddenly he finds himself being spun around and lifted up on a bar stool and that's much better. He spreads his thighs wide and hooks one leg around Adam's to bring him closer.
"Fuck," Adam hisses when their erections make contact through their clothes. "Jesus."
Kris pulls him into another kiss, sucking Adam's clever tongue into his mouth. He feels as if he's on fire, every nerve ending inflamed by desire. He can't even blame it on the alcohol burning in his stomach because he's not that much of a light weight. Adam's everything he never knew he wanted and when Adam's hands lock around his waist pulling him even tighter, he's fucking gone. He can feel Adam's erection, hot and hard against his own and he suddenly wants nothing more than to taste it.
"Is there somewhere… can we…" He rubs his hips up against Adam's, hoping he'll understand what he's unable to say.
"Fuck," Adam groans, sucking a kiss against Kris's neck. "Bathroom… Do you…"
"Yeah," Kris moans. "Yeah."
Adam wastes no time in getting him down from the barstool and moving towards the bathrooms. Kris watches people watch them in a kind of daze. It must be obvious to everyone in the entire place what they're about to do yet he can't bring himself to care even a little. Then Adam opens a door and pushes him inside, slamming it shut behind them. The music cuts off abruptly, leaving nothing but the lingering drum of the bass.
Kris supposes this is when he should sober up and realize what he's doing but he just spins around in Adam's arms, pressing him up against the door and capturing his lips in another searing kiss. He fumbles his hands down over Adam's chest to his belt, making impatient sounds against Adam's pliant lips when it just won't come open.
"Easy," Adam murmurs, reaching down to help Kris out. "We have time."
Kris is not so sure about that, attaching his lips to Adam's throat and sucking the skin into his mouth. He doesn't want this daze to ever end, yet he's scared of what he'll see when the fog lifts.
"Shit," Adam curses, letting his head thump back against the door.
Kris pants against Adam's skin, chest heaving with every breath and heart beating too fast. Adam's belt is open now and he wastes no time in popping the button and slipping the zipper down over the curve of Adam's bulge. He pushes the pants down enough to let Adam's cock slip out and it curls up against his stomach, hard and flushed with desire.
Kris licks his lips, curling a hand around the base and looking up at Adam. "I've never…" He cuts himself off and licks his lips again."Can I?"
"Yeah," Adam says, spreading his legs. "Anything."
Adam's too tall for Kris to comfortably get down on his knees, so he bends down instead, licking over the shiny head with avid concentration. It tastes weird, salty and kind of bitter, yet his finds himself unable to move away, darting his tongue out over and over to taste the new drops beading at the slit.
"Jesus," Adam groans, thrusting his hips up. "Fuck."
Kris licks his lips and starts slipping his hand up and down over the steely shaft. The angle is all wrong and his back kind of aches, but he covers his teeth carefully and bends down to slide mouth over the head suckling lightly.
Adam groans loudly, his head thumping hard against the door, so Kris guesses he's doing something right. It's probably the kind of thing you need to practice because he feels all kinds of awkward, but he hopes he makes up for it with enthusiasm. It takes a few tries but he finds some kind of rhythm between the bobbing of his head and the slip and slide of his fingers.
He never figured giving head would be this hot, but his own cock is aching with need leaking enough precome to make his boxers sticky and he's pretty sure that if he could just find away to rub against Adam he would come way before Adam does. Actually that probably means he sucks at giving head and not in the good way, so he doubles his efforts.
It's hard to suck, cover his lips and bob his head at the same time, so he's grateful when one of Adam's hands come up to rest against the back of his neck, guiding him gently. Adam's making noises now, little whimpers and cries that really don’t help with Kris's erection. Adam starts bucking his hips so Kris mostly holds still letting Adam fuck his mouth and that was apparently the right thing to do, because Adam starts babbling, telling Kris how good and sweet and perfect and amazing he is.
Adam's fingers tighten on the back of Kris's neck and that's the only warning Kris gets before Adam comes. The sudden burst of fluids is unexpected and Kris chokes and coughs, sputtering around Adam's cock, until he catches on and lets go of Kris's neck. Kris straightens up, swallowing a few times and wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. He could certainly have handled that part more smoothly.
Adam doesn't seem to mind though, pulling Kris into a deep kiss, licking the taste of come out of Kris's mouth, until breathing starts to become an issue. Kris finds himself spun around and pressed up against the door, it's hard to mind though when Adam's thigh slides in between his.
"What do you want?" Adam asks, against his lips. "Anything…" He sucks a kiss against Kris's jaw. "You can have anything."
"I want…" Kris gasps, dragging his cock against Adam's leg. "I want you to fuck me."
He doesn't even know he wants that until it spills out of his mouth and then it's suddenly all he can think about. He wants to be taken, owned, and that probably says a lot more about his state of mind lately than he would want it to.
"Fuck…" Adam groans. "Fuck yeah… But not here."
"Then where?" Kris asks, pressing up against Adam and digging his fingers into his shoulders. As far as he's concerned Adam could to anything to him right now and he wouldn't complain.
"Come home with me," Adam murmurs the words against his ear. "Please."
"Okay," Kris says, letting his head thump back against the door. "Okay."
Adam lifts his head to look at him, mouth twisted into a half smile. "Are you sure about this?"
Kris shakes his head slightly. "Do I have to be?"
Adam's eyes narrow and he reaches up to touch Kris's face. "What's going on in here?" he asks, but Kris just shakes his head again. If he doesn't understand what he's doing, or why he wants this, then how is he supposed to explain it to Adam?
Adam looks at him for a moment longer then he nods, apparently having made up his mind. "Okay," he says.
Kris watches with hooded eyes as Adam tucks himself in and zips up his pants. His lips feel weird, all swollen and tingly and he bets he paints quite a picture. Adam shrugs out of his trench coat and holds it out for Kris.
"Put this on," he says, eyes sliding down Kris's body. "Unless you want everyone to know how hot I get you."
Kris moans, spreading his legs wider, and Adam drops the coat on the floor. Adam's wearing a skin tight black shirt and tight black pants that glitter where they pick up the light from the chandelier on the wall. Kris lets his eyes slide down to Adam's boots that go almost all the way to his knees and then up again to meet Adam's eyes.
"You wear a lot of black," he says, licking his lips slowly.
"It makes it easier to coordinate," Adam replies, stepping over the coat on the floor to crowd into Kris's personal space again. "Just how close are you right now?" he asks, voice dropping to a seductive murmur.
Kris shivers, moving his hips restlessly. "Very."
Adam's eyes seem to grow darker and he dips his head, licking a stripe up Kris's neck. Kris groans, hips shifting against the door. Adam slides his hands down, gripping Kris's hips hard, keeping them pinned.
"I could make you come like this," he says, his breath fanning over Kris's neck. "With hardly a touch."
Kris moans again, thumping his head hard against the door. It should be embarrassing that Adam has him this worked up, but it's really not at all. He's wild, shameless, as if nothing that happens here is real. Maybe it isn't, maybe this is just a dream, but if it is Kris doesn't ever want to wake up.
"Whatever happened to playing it safe?" he asks, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling. Even the ceiling is black; everything is black in this place.
"You tell me," Adam answers, even though it wasn't really a question.
Kris's hips stutter, pushing against the restraints of Adam's hands. He's caught in a torturous place almost at the brink, he can feel how good it will be, can feel his orgasm coil in his groin, but Adam needs to give him something, anything.
"Please," he gasps. "Adam… please."
"You don't ever have to beg with me," Adam says and then he's right there, sliding a thigh in between Kris's and capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss.
Kris comes so hard and so suddenly, the edges of his vision go black and stars sparkle behind his eyelids. He makes sounds into Adam's mouth. Moans, stutters and hiccups that blend together into something he should probably be embarrassed about, but can't find the energy to be.
Adam chuckles when he releases him, kissing Kris's mouth soft and slow. "You ready to go now?"
"Yeah," Kris says, head still spinning with the momentum of his orgasm. "Yeah."
He lets Adam straighten his clothes and help him into the trench coat. It's way too big on him, reaching well below his knees, but Adam just smiles at the sight, straightening the collar and giving Kris another kiss.
"You ready?" he asks, reaching out for the lock.
Kris nods, even though he doubts he'll ever be ready to come out of a bathroom looking like he just had sex, dressed in what is obviously someone else's coat. He suddenly remembers that Tommy is supposed to be here somewhere and his cheeks start heating up. Adam takes one look at him and laughs, sliding an arm around Kris's shoulders.
"Let's go," he says.
The sound hits Kris like a wall when the door opens, the heavy beat vibrating straight through his bones. He could still hear it through the door, but he'd forgotten just how loud it really was. A guy is leaning against the wall outside the bathroom and he smirks when he sees Adam. Kris doesn't like the look of him. He's pretty, slim and short, all done up in tight leather pants and a shimmering top. He looks like he would be Adam's type if Adam hadn't stumbled across Kris and Kris does not want to be replaced. He works his thumb down the back of Adam's pants and holds on to his belt, leaning his head against Adam's shoulder.
He gives the guy a defiant look even though he didn't think he had it in him to display petty jealousy over someone he barely knows. The guy gives Kris an amused look and laughs, looking up at Adam.
"Cas told me, but I had to see it with my own eyes." The guy shakes his head. "Only you, Adam, only you."
"Fuck off Brad," Adam says, but he sounds cheerful. "You bitches should know better than to get all up in my business."
Brad laughs again and shakes his head. "I'll remind you of that when you're crying into my shoulder over that one." He skates his eyes over Kris and pushes himself away from the wall. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he throws over his back as he leaves, and Kris bets that was aimed more at him than Adam.
"Sorry about that," Adam says, steering Kris towards the main room again. "My friends are nosy bastards."
Kris thinks he sees Tommy on his way out, just a quick glimpse of white and black hair. He doesn't tell Adam to stop so he can talk to him.
*
Adam lives in WeHo; Kris supposes he shouldn't be surprised. His apartment is really nice too, and in his head Kris adjusts his picture of Adam slightly.
"Nice place," Kris says, looking around the living room.
"Just got it," Adam says, sounding as if he's apologizing. "It's way better than where I used to live. Believe me."
Kris gives him half a smile and wanders further into the room. He can see the kitchen to the right, separated from the living room by a long counter. It looks spacious and state of the art, lots of white and black with steel trimmings. Bookshelves stretch along one of the white walls, full of books and CDs, and a huge flat screen TV is mounted opposite of the couch. Adam's stereo looks like it fell out of a space ship and Kris kind of wants to study it closer, but he supposes there are more interesting things on the menu.
"Do you want something?" Adam asks, gesturing towards the kitchen. "I'm sure there's food somewhere in there."
Kris laughs and shakes his head. "I'm good, thank you."
Adam grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "How about a drink then?"
He makes another gesture and Kris spots the bar hidden in another corner. It looks pretty kick ass, but he thinks he's had enough so he just shakes his head. Adam bites down on his lower lip, looking at a loss for what to do and Kris can't help but to laugh again. This is the part he hates about hook ups, the cab ride always makes everything awkward and then you have to find a way to get back to the kissing without seeming too eager.
"Well, this is awkward," he says, still smiling. "Don't you think?"
Adam smiles as well, shaking his head slightly. "I just feel like I should… woo you first, or something. Put on some music, ply you with wine and food, that sorta thing."
"I hate to break it you," Kris says. "But apparently I'm really kind of easy."
Adam's laugh is an amazing thing. It seems to resonate in Kris's chest as if he's a guitar and Adam is his strings.
"Well, then I guess you better just come here you slut," Adam says, opening his arms and Kris finds that diving into them is the easiest thing he's ever done. "You sure you're not hungry?" Adam asks, locking his arms around Kris's waist. "We could order in."
Kris rolls his eyes. "Or we could just have sex." He slips his arms around Adam's neck and winds the fine hair he finds there around his fingers. "You know… before I change my mind."
Adam grins, pressing a slight kiss against Kris's lips. "You think that's gonna happen anytime soon?"
"Not really, no," Kris murmurs before sucking Adam's lower lip in between his teeth. "But would you want to risk it?"
Adam is silent for a moment and then he shakes his head. "Bedroom, now," he orders and Kris is only too happy to follow his lead.
Adam's bedroom is upstairs and his bed is huge. The covers are messy, pushed halfway off the bed but the sheets are a pleasing shade of light shimmering brown and the whole thing looks so inviting Kris wonders how Adam ever gets out of bed.
"Nice," Kris says.
"If I'd remembered I didn't make my bed this morning I would have totally made an excuse to run up here and make it," Adam says, sounding equal parts embarrassed and amused.
Kris turns to look at him with a quirked eyebrow. "Your clothes say nothing about your person, right?"
Adam laughs and shakes his head. "I'm sorry to disappoint but I'm really not into the whole leather and whips thing."
"Yeah? I'm kind of disappointed that there will be no whips for this," Kris says, rolling his eyes.
He's also kind of amazed by how easy it is to talk to Adam. He thought he would have started feeling awkward, or at least doubtful about this by now, but he doesn't. Even without the thrum of the bass beat and the heavy weight of his cock pressing hard and insistent against his pants he still wants this, still wants Adam. There is apparently nothing theoretical about his bisexuality.
"I could always spank you a little if you'd like that," Adam says, coming up behind Kris and winding his arms around Kris's waist from behind. "You know with my cock, or whatever."
Kris snorts, craning his neck to kiss Adam over his shoulder. "Let's save that for the second date, okay? I might need some wooing and lots of alcohol to be okay with that."
Adam laughs again, and making Adam laugh might just have secured a top ten spot on Kris's list of priorities. Actually he's sure that at least the top five is all Adam, with making Adam moan as number one and kissing Adam as close second. He supposes it's kind of ridiculous to be feeling this way about a guy he just met in a dark alley, but he can't help himself.
Adam's hands slide down over his stomach and grab the hem of his shirt. Kris raises his arms to let him pull it off and then turns around to face Adam. Adam's shirt has a million tiny stupid buttons but Kris attacks them with vigor, working them open one after another. If he knew Adam just a little bit better he would just give up and rip it open, but after seeing Adam's place he assumes the shirt costs more than he makes in a month.
He finally gets it open, pulling it out of Adam's pants and pushing it open. Adam has chest hair, somehow he didn't expect that at all, but when he places his hands flat over Adam's pecs, he likes the way it crinkles against his palms. There are freckles splattered all over Adam's skin and Kris runs his fingers over them, playing a game of connect the dots that he's bound to lose unless he plasters himself all over Adam.
Adam pulls him into another kiss, slow and deep. Kris loves the way Adam kisses, thorough and thoughtful, as if this kiss is the most important one he's ever had. Adam's hands slide down his sides to rest against the waistline of his pants and suddenly Kris wants nothing more than to be out of them. He reaches down and undoes his fly, pushing his pants and his disgustingly sticky boxers down over his legs. Adam lets him go for long enough to step out of them before pulling him into another kiss.
It feels odd to be naked while Adam is still half dressed, so he turns his attention to Adam's clothes. The belt buckle still eludes him, but Adam reaches down to help him and soon he's got his fingers on Adam's zipper. He can feel Adam's cock pushing hot and hard against his knuckles and it sends an unexpected shiver up his back.
He manages to peel Adam's pants down over his hips, but it's certainly a struggle. Adam laughs and helps him out in the end, shimmying his hips and pushing his pants down his legs. Naked is a lot better than clothed, it's been too long since Kris had any kind of skin on skin contact. Kris slides his arms around Adam's waist and tucks his face in against the crook of Adam's neck, just hugging him. It's probably not a very sexy thing to do, but he can feel Adam's cock against his hip. Adam wraps his arms around Kris and hugs him tight.
"You okay?" he asks, pressing his lips against Kris's temple.
"Yeah," Kris answers, lifting his head to look up at Adam. "It's just… It's been a while since I was naked with anyone. My sexy is a bit rusty."
"Oh, believe me," Adam murmurs, gently steering Kris towards the bed. "There's nothing wrong with your sexy."
Kris grins at that, stopping his backwards movement when his knees connect with the bed. "Are you saying you think I'm hot?"
Adam snorts. "I'm saying I think you are fucking amazing."
Kris laughs and lets himself fall backwards with his arms spread out wide. He hopes Adam isn't hiding rocks among his sheets, because a concussion would be a bit of an inconvenience right now. His back bounces twice against the mattress, and the springs creak ominously at him, but there's nothing but wonderfully soft satin sheets underneath him.
Adam's looking down on him with a startled smile that gets even wider when Kris scoots up the bed to put his head on the pillows, spreading his arms and legs in invitation. He probably looks like a tool, but Adam's bed is like the best thing ever. He's not sure he even needs Adam's participation to have sex with it.
"I'm in love with your bed," he says. "I might never leave."
Adam rakes his eyes up and down Kris's body and licks his lips. "I'm starting to think I might be okay with that," he murmurs, sounding more serious than the situation calls for.
The tone of his voice sends a thrill up Kris's spine, and he beckons for Adam to join him on the bed. Kris has had all of three one night stands in his life, this one not included, but somehow this one doesn't follow the pattern at all. It's too easy to see himself waking up in this room every morning and kissing Adam over his breakfast cereal, but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself. They'll deal with later when it happens.
Adam finally crawls onto the bed, covering Kris with his body and claiming his lips for a long searing kiss. Naked kissing is so much better than clothed, and Kris pulls his legs up to accommodate for Adam's bulk. The new position makes their cocks rub up against each other and Kris groans into Adam's mouth.
Adam turns them over and Kris finds himself straddling Adam's hips, knees spread out on either side of him. He would feel embarrassed but then Adam slides a hand down his back to cup his ass and he just feels hot all over. He peppers Adam's face and neck with little nips and kisses, slowly rocking his hips against Adam's. Adam shifts his grip on Kris's ass and when the tips of his fingers brush over Kris's opening he stiffens, a red hot blush spreading over his face.
"Is this okay?" Adam asks softly, not removing his fingers.
"Yeah," Kris answers, but he hides his flaming face against Adam's neck. It feels weird to have someone else touching him there, it's almost too much, yet he doesn't want Adam to stop.
"I'll make this good for you," Adam murmurs against his ear. "So good, you'll see."
Adam fumbles around the bed with his free hand and then brings it up behind Kris's back. He hears the snap of a cap being popped open and Adam's fingers disappear for a moment, giving him opportunity to breathe. Then the fingers are back, this time slick with lube, rubbing and touching until he can't even remember his own name. It's too intimate, too embarrassing, yet his cock is still hard against Adam's hip and he can't help the steady rocking of his hips.
Then one of Adam's fingers slides into him and he tenses all over, sucking in a startled breath. "Shh…" Adam murmurs, running his other hand up and down Kris's back. "It's okay."
Kris is not entirely sure about that, he's about to die from embarrassment and he can't stop thinking about things he's very sure he shouldn't be thinking about right now. Adam suddenly slips his finger out and Kris is just about to protest because that's not better at all when Adam flips them over. He opens his eyes to give Adam a look, Adam looks chagrined and smiles slightly.
"I thought you'd feel less exposed like this," he says, ducking his chin and Kris thinks he couldn't have picked a better partner for his first foray into gay sex.
"Thanks," Kris says, pulling his legs up when Adam slides his hand down between his thighs again.
He's prepared for the intrusion this time so when Adam slides a finger into him it doesn't feel quite as weird. It still makes him blush though, so he squeezes his eyes tightly shut. After what feels like forever Adam adds another finger, and that's somehow better and worse at the same time. He doesn't think he's ever felt so vulnerable in his life, yet the slick slide of Adam's fingers feels good, a slow pleasant burn that makes his breath stick in his throat.
Restless, he slides his hand down over his stomach, slipping his hand around his cock. It's sticky to the touch and not fully hard, but it swells to life in his hand and that's better, mmm yeah, much much better. He spreads his legs wider, rocking into Adam's slow sure strokes with an impatient sound.
"Shit," Adam hisses and Kris opens his eyes in panic taking that to be a literal statement, but Adam's looking at him with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes so dark there's barely a sliver of blue left around the edges.
Adam looks up and bursts out laughing, bending down to press his still laughing lips against Kris's. "You're killing me," he says, shifting so that Kris can feel his cock slipping along his hip, rock hard and slick at the tip. "You're so fucking hot and you have no fucking clue."
Kris should probably be offended at that, but he slips his free hand around Adam's neck instead, holding him close for a real kiss. The fact that Adam's all hot and bothered just making him hot and bothered makes him feel even more hot and bothered, so when Adam slides a third finger into him, he just groans in appreciation.
It still feels a good kind of weird, too intimate yet not nearly enough. "I think I'm ready," he pants, opening his eyes to look at Adam.
"Fuck," Adam says, swallowing thickly. "Are you sure?"
Kris nods, because he doesn't think he'll ever get more ready than this. Adam slowly pulls his fingers out, leaving a weird empty feeling behind. Kris shifts restlessly, biting down on his lip and pulling his legs further up. He's no longer embarrassed, just hot all over.
Adam's dick looks almost painfully hard, flushed with heat and already wet with precome. He lets out a deep groan when he slides the condom on, squeezing his eyes shut. Kris's cock twitches when he notices the way Adam's fingers tremble when he slicks himself up. He can't believe that preparing him has Adam so worked up; it makes him feel fantastic.
Adam opens his eyes as he moves into position over Kris. "This will probably hurt, okay? Just tell me if it's too much."
He looks so sincere Kris can't help but to smile. He figured it would hurt; Adam's cock is a lot bigger than his fingers. "Okay," he says, because Adam seems to be waiting for his approval.
Kris moves his hands to clutch at Adam's biceps when the slick head of Adam's cock pushes against his opening, exhaling with a whoosh.
"Relax," Adam murmurs, slowly pushing forward. "Breathe."
Kris sucks in a breath, forcing himself to not tense up. It kind of hurts, but not really, mostly it's just really really intense. He wonders if this is what it feels like for women, if so he should have taken more care, because his mind's completely blown.
"And breathe," Adam whispers close to his ear, making Kris inhale harshly. Adam sounds like he's smiling so Kris turns his face to touch his mouth to Adam's cheek, tasting the edge of his smile.
The stretch seems to go on forever, Adam sliding forward inch by inch until Kris doesn't know if he can take anymore. Kris is panting now, turning his head from side to side with his feet locked behind Adam's back. He wants more and less and more and more and more. He makes an incoherent sound rocking into the slow slide of Adam's hips and that's good. He can't even describe the feeling but it pulls a deep groan from his lips.
"Fuck," Adam moans, and Kris can feel his arms trembling under his hands. "I can't…"
"Fuck me," Kris says, opening his eyes. "Just… Yesssss."
Adam's brow is knitted in concentration and he's got his bottom lip stuck between his teeth again, the strain of going slow makes sweat bead on his forehead. The steady roll of Adam's hip just isn't enough so Kris arches into it, pulling Adam to him with his legs. Adam moans again, collapsing down on his elbows and curling his hands around Kris's shoulders.
Kris's erection wilted during the forever long stretch, but it's coming to life again against his stomach, filling out with blood. He didn't even know he could feel like this, overwhelmed and turned on and just amazing at the same time. It feels like he is closer to Adam right now than he's ever been to anyone and he never wants to stop feeling like this. Broken open, vulnerable, split in two, fantastic.
"Fireworks," Adam pants, and it doesn't make any sense until he changes the angle of his thrusts, making Kris actually shout.
Adam brushes against something inside him that makes actual fireworks go off in his head. It's too much, yet Kris wants to feel like that again and again and again.
"More," he begs. "Please, please, please…"
He's completely shameless now, running his hands all over his body, until he curls a hand around his cock, jerking it erratic and too fast.
"Yes," Adam hisses. "Fuck yes."
Kris is slick with sweat, precome and want, twisting one fist into the sheets because he needs to be anchored. He can't believe he's never done this before because this is the most amazing thing ever. When he finally comes all over his hand, stomach and chest it's almost painful in its intensity, making him writhe against the sheets with a litany of jumbled words falling from his lips. Adam keeps fucking him through it, every solid thrust triggering another wave until he feels completely boneless floating on a tidal wave of bliss.
He pries his eyes open in time to see Adam falling apart above him, hips snapping hard against Kris's ass, until he finally collapses squishing the air out of Kris's lungs. Kris coughs and laughs weakly, wrapping his arms around Adam's back to keep him close. He's not quite ready for it to be over yet. Eventually Adam groans and rolls off him though, carefully tying the condom up and tossing it in a wastebasket beside the bed. Kris feels strangely empty and he almost reaches down to touch, but halfway there he interrupts himself blushing down to his knees.
"Are you okay?" Adam asks, propping himself up on an elbow to look at Kris.
Kris nods, still blushing. "I'm good," he mumbles, looking anywhere but Adam.
"Hey." Adam captures his chin and tilts his head to look him in the eye. "You were amazing."
Kris blinks a couple of times, because he's pretty sure no one's ever said that to him after sex before. Then he smiles and lifts his head enough to give Adam a kiss. If Adam can be sappy, he can be cuddly. It makes sense in his mind.
Adam produces a wet nap from somewhere and gives Kris a cursory clean up. There's nothing much to do about the sweat slowly drying on his chest and back, but at least he's no longer covered in come. They share another kiss languid kiss, slow and gentle, before Kris cuddles up again with his head on Adam's chest.
"Thank you," Adam murmurs, when Kris is about to drift off. He's going to ask what Adam means, he really is, but sleep claims him before he gets his mouth open.
*
Kris wakes up too early, disoriented and woozy with lack of sleep. Adam's still out beside him, sprawled on his stomach with one arm slung across Kris's waist. He looks younger when he's sleeping, less refined, even with the smudged remains of make up around his eyes. There are pockmarks on his cheeks, more visible now with the light of early morning falling in through the curtains. Somehow the imperfection just makes him more beautiful and Kris has to ball his hands into fists to keep from reaching out.
Looking at Adam he realizes that he doesn't want this to turn awkward. He might not have had that many one-night-stands but each and every one of those awkward shameful morning after conversations has stuck with him and just doesn't want to do that with Adam. He can't imagine Adam opening his eyes, just for Kris to see that sheen of discomfort that says why aren't you gone yet? Last night was special in so many ways and he doesn’t want the magic to disappear in a flurry of I guess I'll see you around and awkward looks.
He slips out of bed, gently disentangling himself from Adam's arm. Adam stirs, mumbling something in his sleep, and Kris waits, holding his breath until he settles again, snuggling deeper into the covers. Kris gathers his clothes from the floor and tiptoes into the bathroom. His bladder is uncomfortably full and he didn't do as good a job at cleaning up last night as he should have.
It feels wrong to be moving around Adam's apartment when he's sleeping, but there aren't many other options unless Kris wants to feign sleep forever. Besides, cuddling up next to Adam and going back to sleep would have felt wrong too, as if he were taking something he's not sure he can still have. Maybe Kris really does think too much.
Adam's bathroom is amazing. It has three different light settings from too bright to a pleasing glow and there are tea light holders set up everywhere. It's bigger than Kris's and Tommy's kitchen with both a shower stall and a bathtub. Kris ignores both options though - he doesn't want to wake Adam - so he cleans up as best he can at the sink and dabs himself dry with toilet paper. He's probably being ridiculous, but he's beyond the point of caring.
The flush of the toilet sounds like a roar and he stands eerily still waiting for some sort of sound to come out of the bedroom, but everything's silent. Maybe Adam wants him to sneak out and is feigning sleep. His boxers are way beyond the point of saving so Kris stuffs them in the wastebasket and just pulls on his jeans. They're a bit stiff in the crotch region and there's a hint of a stain below the zipper, but he's pretty sure his shirt will cover that.
Once he's dressed Kris sneaks back into the bedroom on sock-clad feet. Adam's still sleeping with his head buried among the pillows. Kris allows himself a moment just to look, tracing the line of Adam's back with his eyes. Last night already feels like a dream, eerie and distant, but Kris's body remembers what it felt like to have those hands on his skin. He almost changes his mind, but then Adam stirs and his heart starts beating triple time. When Adam settles Kris nods to himself and squares his shoulders, it's probably best if last night remains a dream. Kris gets attached too easily.
The stairs creak under Kris's feet and he keeps expecting Adam to show up asking him what he's doing, but Adam doesn't come and soon he's standing just inside the front door with his shoes on and his bag slung over his back. He reaches for the door handle several times, but stops himself at the last moment. He just wants to explain somehow.
Finally he takes his notebook out from his bag and scribbles down a message, tearing the page out. He debates forever whether or not to add his phone number at the bottom, but in the end he doesn't. The way he's been feeling lately he just doesn't have the energy to wait for Adam to maybe call, because he's pretty sure it would crush him if Adam didn't.
He reads through his note several times before leaving it just inside the door. Hopefully, it gives the it's not you it's me message, without actually saying it in so many words. Adam's probably just going to laugh at it anyway. Kris is well aware that one night stands are not considered that big a deal by most people.
*
Continued.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Beta: sbb23 Thank you, bb! I'd be really lost without you. <333
Word Count: ~13,000
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Summary: A chance meeting, a one night stand, a cowardly departure, and a romantic gesture.
Notes: Written for daemonicangel who asked for this fic (no lies) over at the ontd_ai charity drive to benefit The Houston Area Women's Center.
Kris has had a shitty day to top off a shitty week in what has been a pretty damn shitty year. It's December 1st and he doesn't have a job, he doesn't have a girlfriend, and there's just no way he'll be able to afford going home to see his family over Christmas. He hasn't gotten laid in over six months, his guitar is missing two strings, and if he doesn't make rent money soon he'll be spending Christmas in a cardboard box.
His mood isn't helped any by the fact that the club Tommy said to meet him at is damned near impossible to find. Who hides a club in the backwaters of nowhere anyway? Isn't it kind of defeating the purpose of having a club if people can't actually find it?
Kris really just wants to go home and sleep forever in his lumpy stupid bed, but he can't do that if he doesn't find Tommy first because of course he picked today of all days to forget his keys at home. Maybe Kris should take his parents up on their offer and go back to Arkansas and get a degree in something useful. That way at least he'd get to spend Christmas with his family, even if he would do so as a failure.
He doesn't want to get a degree in something useful and join the ranks of 9 to 5 working normal people. He wants to be a musician, but his sales pitch sucks and no matter how hard he tries he just can't seem to catch a break. His mom would say something about how some things are just not meant to be, but Kris refuses to believe that. If God, or whoever, doesn't want him to be a musician then why did he give Kris the talent and passion for it? That's just cruel and Kris refuses to believe that the universe works like that.
He turns another corner and ends up in a dimly lit dead end. He hears footsteps coming up behind him and tenses; getting mugged would be a perfect way to end this day, really.
"You look lost."
The voice startles Kris and he spins around on his heels so fast he almost slips and fall over.
"Easy there," the guy says, reaching out a hand to steady Kris.
Kris swallows because the guy sounds friendly enough but he looks kind of scary, dressed in black from head to toe with a spiked collar around his neck. He's taller than Kris by far and the nails on the hand resting on Kris's shoulder are painted black.
"You okay?" the guy asks, tilting his head to the side.
"Yeah," Kris says, licking his lips nervously. "I'm fine."
The guy has black hair, spiked over the top of his head, creating some kind of faux Mohawk and his eyes are lined with black and a pale blue that you just don't see that often. He looks like exactly the type of guy your mother warns you about, and Kris is surprised at the sudden spike of want that coils low in his belly. He always considered his bisexuality to be more of an intellectual thing, but maybe not so much right now.
"So what are you doing here anyway?" the guy asks, looking around. "Not the best place to be wandering around at this time of night."
"I'm looking for this club," Kris says with a sigh. "The Basement?"
The guy chuckles, looking Kris up and down. "Honey, if you walk into The Basement looking like that they're gonna eat you alive."
Kris flushes and clutches protectively at his plaid shirt. Everyone's been getting up in his plaid lately, what's the deal with that anyway? The guy hums and shamelessly slips a finger into Kris's collar to look in under his shirt. Kris does not shiver, and if he does it's because it's getting kind of chilly, nothing else.
"That's better," the guy says thoughtfully. "Okay, take your shirt off."
Kris's fingers are on the buttons before he realizes this is starting to look like a bad porno. "What? Why?" he asks, a little belatedly since his shirt is already hanging open.
The guy chuckles. "You'll see."
He hums again and reaches up to remove the collar from around his neck, fastening around Kris's instead. "Wait a minute," Kris says, fingers flying up to touch the edge of the collar. "What the fuck?"
"Trust me honey, I'm doing you a favor. There's no way they'd let your adorable plaid ass in through the door without my help."
Kris blinks. Strange guy thinks he's adorable. Huh.
"Okay. Hold still."
Kris barely has time to react before the guy is cupping his chin and tilting his head up. He opens his mouth to protest, but then he sees the eyeliner in the guy's hand and snaps it shut again. He supposes a bit of eyeliner would be okay.
The guy actually laughs, but his hand is gentle and steady when he begins to line Kris's eyes. The edge of the pen rasps against Kris's skin and he bites down on his lower lip to not make a sound. It's been way too long since he got laid if he's getting off on a stranger giving him eyeliner.
"Oh," strange guy says, when he releases Kris's face and studies his handiwork. "That's much better."
Kris blinks a couple of times, his eyelids feel weirdly sensitive and heavy.
"Shirt," the guy says impatiently. "Stuff it in your bag."
Kris does as he's told, slipping out of the shirt and stuffing it in his bag. He's not sure how a white v-neck t-shirt is better than plaid, but the guy nods with obvious approval. Then he removes one of his heavy bracelets and fastens it around Kris's wrist, taking half a step back to study him with narrowed eyes.
"We really need to do something about your hair," he says, sticking his hand into one of the pockets of his double buttoned trench coat and coming up with a tube of what Kris hopes is hair gel.
He squirts some into the palm of his hand and puts the tube back in his pocket. "Come here," he says and Kris is not sure what it says about him when he obediently moves closer tilting his chin down to give the guy access to his hair.
The guy hums under his breath while he works the gel into Kris's scalp, making his hair stand up every which way, he's sure. It feels good though, which is a sad testament to how starved for human contact he is. Maybe he should move back to Arkansas, if this is what living in LA is going to reduce him to.
The guy lets him go and Kris looks up. "That's… good," the guy says, licking his lips. "Really… good."
It's not a surprise when the guy closes the distance between them, capturing Kris's lips in a kiss. The surprising part is the way Kris's arms locks themselves around the stranger’s neck and the way he opens up to invite the guy’s probing tongue into his mouth. It ends all too quickly, with the guy straightening up and looking Kris over again.
"Now, we're good to go," he says with a smirk, rubbing his thumb over Kris's lower lip.
Kris is uncomfortably hard and completely dazed, and if he wasn't so confused he'd totally kick the guy in the nuts for being a tease. But instead of protesting he lets the guy slip an arm around his shoulders and steer him further into the alley.
"I'm Adam by the way," the guy, well Adam, says as he leads Kris around the corner of a building.
"Huh," Kris says. "I'm Kris."
"Nice to meet you Kris," Adam says with laughter dancing in his voice and Kris thinks he should have kicked him in the nuts while he had a chance.
Suddenly Kris can hear music coming from somewhere and then they turn another corner and the entrance to the club is right there. There are people milling about outside and Kris is starting to understand what Adam was on about. His plaid would not have mixed well with all this leather.
A few shouts go up when people spot Adam and Kris can feel their curious eyes looking him up and down. He's really grateful for the heat of Adam's body along his side and the protective arm around his shoulders, because this crowd kind of freaks him out. Adam exchanges greetings and good natured insults with people, all the while keeping Kris close to his side.
"Now who's this?" A guy in a mesh shirt that does nothing to hide the rings in his nipples says, looking Kris up and down.
"I'm Kris," Kris says, sticking his hand out for the mesh shirt guy to shake. The guy takes his hand and shakes it in obvious bewilderment, exchanging a look with Adam above Kris's head.
"I'm Cornell," he says, pulling his hand back slowly, exchanging another look with Adam.
"Nice to meet you Cornell," Kris says politely and Adam snorts with laughter. Kris looks up at him and glares. Just because this is not his normal crowd it doesn't mean he doesn't remember his manners.
"I like you," Adam says, eyes sparkling, and Kris forgets to be mad at him.
The bouncer just nods and steps aside when Adam approaches, eyes barely touching on Kris, and then they're inside. It takes a Kris's eyes a few moments to adjust to the dim light and when they do he almost wishes they hadn't, because at first glance it's hard to tell if it's a club or an ongoing orgy. Everywhere he looks there are scantily dressed people twined around each other and he blushes down to his chest when he sees a woman with her breasts hanging out of her bodice.
"Cool place, huh?" Adam says, and he sounds like he's laughing at Kris again. "You want a drink?"
"Yeah," Kris says, even though he really can't afford one. He needs a drink if he's going to survive this place long enough to find Tommy.
He darts his eyes around while Adam leads them up to the bar, trying to spot Tommy in the general mayhem. With his skunk hair he shouldn't be all that hard to find, but then it's not like Tommy's sense of style makes him stand out in this crowd where everyone is wearing leather and chains.
There doesn't seem to be a dance floor, even though the volume of the music certainly suggests there should be dancing going on. Kris can feel the bass beat vibrating up his legs and the suggestive synthesizer tones makes his teeth clatter. These people don't seem to need a dance floor though, twining around each other between the tables and in the booths.
Adam seems to know everyone, shaking hands and exchanging greetings left and right. Kris tries to not be jealous when guys and girls alike get up on their toes to kiss Adam, but he's not very successful. He knows he doesn't have any right, but he still curls his fingers around Adam's belt holding on tight. Until he finds Tommy, Adam is the only one he knows here, even if ‘knows’ is certainly an overstatement.
They make it up to the bar eventually and Kris finds himself standing in front of Adam with Adam's arms on either side of him. Adam leans forward to talk to the bartender and Kris finds himself captured between the bar and Adam's body. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back against Adam's chest and he almost purrs when Adam lets one hand slip from the bar to touch his neck just below the collar.
He feels like doing something stupid and reckless, because even though he's not the kind of guy that normally takes a lot of risks, he is the kind of guy that normally doesn't have a lot of fun. The bartender sets something electric green in a shot glass down before him and he takes it and empties it in one huge gulp. The alcohol burns the roof of his mouth and makes his throat feel raw, but when the glass is filled again he downs it without hesitation.
Adam's hand on his neck slips down to rest over his heart and when Adam starts swaying to the music Kris can feel himself swaying along. Adam's other hand moves along his back and he arches into the touch without meaning to. Then Adam's trench coat is open and Kris's back connects with the hard planes of Adam's chest.
He wonders what was in the drinks he just had, because he can already feel the alcohol getting to his head, loosening his limbs and inhibitions. He tilts his head back against Adam's shoulder to look at him, curling one hand up to grab the back of Adam's neck. Adam bends down and kisses him, licking his way into Kris's open mouth to taste the alcohol still burning on his tongue.
He vaguely hears himself groan, shamelessly arching into Adam's touch when the hand on his chest slips lower to rest over his stomach. Suddenly he finds himself being spun around and lifted up on a bar stool and that's much better. He spreads his thighs wide and hooks one leg around Adam's to bring him closer.
"Fuck," Adam hisses when their erections make contact through their clothes. "Jesus."
Kris pulls him into another kiss, sucking Adam's clever tongue into his mouth. He feels as if he's on fire, every nerve ending inflamed by desire. He can't even blame it on the alcohol burning in his stomach because he's not that much of a light weight. Adam's everything he never knew he wanted and when Adam's hands lock around his waist pulling him even tighter, he's fucking gone. He can feel Adam's erection, hot and hard against his own and he suddenly wants nothing more than to taste it.
"Is there somewhere… can we…" He rubs his hips up against Adam's, hoping he'll understand what he's unable to say.
"Fuck," Adam groans, sucking a kiss against Kris's neck. "Bathroom… Do you…"
"Yeah," Kris moans. "Yeah."
Adam wastes no time in getting him down from the barstool and moving towards the bathrooms. Kris watches people watch them in a kind of daze. It must be obvious to everyone in the entire place what they're about to do yet he can't bring himself to care even a little. Then Adam opens a door and pushes him inside, slamming it shut behind them. The music cuts off abruptly, leaving nothing but the lingering drum of the bass.
Kris supposes this is when he should sober up and realize what he's doing but he just spins around in Adam's arms, pressing him up against the door and capturing his lips in another searing kiss. He fumbles his hands down over Adam's chest to his belt, making impatient sounds against Adam's pliant lips when it just won't come open.
"Easy," Adam murmurs, reaching down to help Kris out. "We have time."
Kris is not so sure about that, attaching his lips to Adam's throat and sucking the skin into his mouth. He doesn't want this daze to ever end, yet he's scared of what he'll see when the fog lifts.
"Shit," Adam curses, letting his head thump back against the door.
Kris pants against Adam's skin, chest heaving with every breath and heart beating too fast. Adam's belt is open now and he wastes no time in popping the button and slipping the zipper down over the curve of Adam's bulge. He pushes the pants down enough to let Adam's cock slip out and it curls up against his stomach, hard and flushed with desire.
Kris licks his lips, curling a hand around the base and looking up at Adam. "I've never…" He cuts himself off and licks his lips again."Can I?"
"Yeah," Adam says, spreading his legs. "Anything."
Adam's too tall for Kris to comfortably get down on his knees, so he bends down instead, licking over the shiny head with avid concentration. It tastes weird, salty and kind of bitter, yet his finds himself unable to move away, darting his tongue out over and over to taste the new drops beading at the slit.
"Jesus," Adam groans, thrusting his hips up. "Fuck."
Kris licks his lips and starts slipping his hand up and down over the steely shaft. The angle is all wrong and his back kind of aches, but he covers his teeth carefully and bends down to slide mouth over the head suckling lightly.
Adam groans loudly, his head thumping hard against the door, so Kris guesses he's doing something right. It's probably the kind of thing you need to practice because he feels all kinds of awkward, but he hopes he makes up for it with enthusiasm. It takes a few tries but he finds some kind of rhythm between the bobbing of his head and the slip and slide of his fingers.
He never figured giving head would be this hot, but his own cock is aching with need leaking enough precome to make his boxers sticky and he's pretty sure that if he could just find away to rub against Adam he would come way before Adam does. Actually that probably means he sucks at giving head and not in the good way, so he doubles his efforts.
It's hard to suck, cover his lips and bob his head at the same time, so he's grateful when one of Adam's hands come up to rest against the back of his neck, guiding him gently. Adam's making noises now, little whimpers and cries that really don’t help with Kris's erection. Adam starts bucking his hips so Kris mostly holds still letting Adam fuck his mouth and that was apparently the right thing to do, because Adam starts babbling, telling Kris how good and sweet and perfect and amazing he is.
Adam's fingers tighten on the back of Kris's neck and that's the only warning Kris gets before Adam comes. The sudden burst of fluids is unexpected and Kris chokes and coughs, sputtering around Adam's cock, until he catches on and lets go of Kris's neck. Kris straightens up, swallowing a few times and wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. He could certainly have handled that part more smoothly.
Adam doesn't seem to mind though, pulling Kris into a deep kiss, licking the taste of come out of Kris's mouth, until breathing starts to become an issue. Kris finds himself spun around and pressed up against the door, it's hard to mind though when Adam's thigh slides in between his.
"What do you want?" Adam asks, against his lips. "Anything…" He sucks a kiss against Kris's jaw. "You can have anything."
"I want…" Kris gasps, dragging his cock against Adam's leg. "I want you to fuck me."
He doesn't even know he wants that until it spills out of his mouth and then it's suddenly all he can think about. He wants to be taken, owned, and that probably says a lot more about his state of mind lately than he would want it to.
"Fuck…" Adam groans. "Fuck yeah… But not here."
"Then where?" Kris asks, pressing up against Adam and digging his fingers into his shoulders. As far as he's concerned Adam could to anything to him right now and he wouldn't complain.
"Come home with me," Adam murmurs the words against his ear. "Please."
"Okay," Kris says, letting his head thump back against the door. "Okay."
Adam lifts his head to look at him, mouth twisted into a half smile. "Are you sure about this?"
Kris shakes his head slightly. "Do I have to be?"
Adam's eyes narrow and he reaches up to touch Kris's face. "What's going on in here?" he asks, but Kris just shakes his head again. If he doesn't understand what he's doing, or why he wants this, then how is he supposed to explain it to Adam?
Adam looks at him for a moment longer then he nods, apparently having made up his mind. "Okay," he says.
Kris watches with hooded eyes as Adam tucks himself in and zips up his pants. His lips feel weird, all swollen and tingly and he bets he paints quite a picture. Adam shrugs out of his trench coat and holds it out for Kris.
"Put this on," he says, eyes sliding down Kris's body. "Unless you want everyone to know how hot I get you."
Kris moans, spreading his legs wider, and Adam drops the coat on the floor. Adam's wearing a skin tight black shirt and tight black pants that glitter where they pick up the light from the chandelier on the wall. Kris lets his eyes slide down to Adam's boots that go almost all the way to his knees and then up again to meet Adam's eyes.
"You wear a lot of black," he says, licking his lips slowly.
"It makes it easier to coordinate," Adam replies, stepping over the coat on the floor to crowd into Kris's personal space again. "Just how close are you right now?" he asks, voice dropping to a seductive murmur.
Kris shivers, moving his hips restlessly. "Very."
Adam's eyes seem to grow darker and he dips his head, licking a stripe up Kris's neck. Kris groans, hips shifting against the door. Adam slides his hands down, gripping Kris's hips hard, keeping them pinned.
"I could make you come like this," he says, his breath fanning over Kris's neck. "With hardly a touch."
Kris moans again, thumping his head hard against the door. It should be embarrassing that Adam has him this worked up, but it's really not at all. He's wild, shameless, as if nothing that happens here is real. Maybe it isn't, maybe this is just a dream, but if it is Kris doesn't ever want to wake up.
"Whatever happened to playing it safe?" he asks, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling. Even the ceiling is black; everything is black in this place.
"You tell me," Adam answers, even though it wasn't really a question.
Kris's hips stutter, pushing against the restraints of Adam's hands. He's caught in a torturous place almost at the brink, he can feel how good it will be, can feel his orgasm coil in his groin, but Adam needs to give him something, anything.
"Please," he gasps. "Adam… please."
"You don't ever have to beg with me," Adam says and then he's right there, sliding a thigh in between Kris's and capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss.
Kris comes so hard and so suddenly, the edges of his vision go black and stars sparkle behind his eyelids. He makes sounds into Adam's mouth. Moans, stutters and hiccups that blend together into something he should probably be embarrassed about, but can't find the energy to be.
Adam chuckles when he releases him, kissing Kris's mouth soft and slow. "You ready to go now?"
"Yeah," Kris says, head still spinning with the momentum of his orgasm. "Yeah."
He lets Adam straighten his clothes and help him into the trench coat. It's way too big on him, reaching well below his knees, but Adam just smiles at the sight, straightening the collar and giving Kris another kiss.
"You ready?" he asks, reaching out for the lock.
Kris nods, even though he doubts he'll ever be ready to come out of a bathroom looking like he just had sex, dressed in what is obviously someone else's coat. He suddenly remembers that Tommy is supposed to be here somewhere and his cheeks start heating up. Adam takes one look at him and laughs, sliding an arm around Kris's shoulders.
"Let's go," he says.
The sound hits Kris like a wall when the door opens, the heavy beat vibrating straight through his bones. He could still hear it through the door, but he'd forgotten just how loud it really was. A guy is leaning against the wall outside the bathroom and he smirks when he sees Adam. Kris doesn't like the look of him. He's pretty, slim and short, all done up in tight leather pants and a shimmering top. He looks like he would be Adam's type if Adam hadn't stumbled across Kris and Kris does not want to be replaced. He works his thumb down the back of Adam's pants and holds on to his belt, leaning his head against Adam's shoulder.
He gives the guy a defiant look even though he didn't think he had it in him to display petty jealousy over someone he barely knows. The guy gives Kris an amused look and laughs, looking up at Adam.
"Cas told me, but I had to see it with my own eyes." The guy shakes his head. "Only you, Adam, only you."
"Fuck off Brad," Adam says, but he sounds cheerful. "You bitches should know better than to get all up in my business."
Brad laughs again and shakes his head. "I'll remind you of that when you're crying into my shoulder over that one." He skates his eyes over Kris and pushes himself away from the wall. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he throws over his back as he leaves, and Kris bets that was aimed more at him than Adam.
"Sorry about that," Adam says, steering Kris towards the main room again. "My friends are nosy bastards."
Kris thinks he sees Tommy on his way out, just a quick glimpse of white and black hair. He doesn't tell Adam to stop so he can talk to him.
*
Adam lives in WeHo; Kris supposes he shouldn't be surprised. His apartment is really nice too, and in his head Kris adjusts his picture of Adam slightly.
"Nice place," Kris says, looking around the living room.
"Just got it," Adam says, sounding as if he's apologizing. "It's way better than where I used to live. Believe me."
Kris gives him half a smile and wanders further into the room. He can see the kitchen to the right, separated from the living room by a long counter. It looks spacious and state of the art, lots of white and black with steel trimmings. Bookshelves stretch along one of the white walls, full of books and CDs, and a huge flat screen TV is mounted opposite of the couch. Adam's stereo looks like it fell out of a space ship and Kris kind of wants to study it closer, but he supposes there are more interesting things on the menu.
"Do you want something?" Adam asks, gesturing towards the kitchen. "I'm sure there's food somewhere in there."
Kris laughs and shakes his head. "I'm good, thank you."
Adam grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "How about a drink then?"
He makes another gesture and Kris spots the bar hidden in another corner. It looks pretty kick ass, but he thinks he's had enough so he just shakes his head. Adam bites down on his lower lip, looking at a loss for what to do and Kris can't help but to laugh again. This is the part he hates about hook ups, the cab ride always makes everything awkward and then you have to find a way to get back to the kissing without seeming too eager.
"Well, this is awkward," he says, still smiling. "Don't you think?"
Adam smiles as well, shaking his head slightly. "I just feel like I should… woo you first, or something. Put on some music, ply you with wine and food, that sorta thing."
"I hate to break it you," Kris says. "But apparently I'm really kind of easy."
Adam's laugh is an amazing thing. It seems to resonate in Kris's chest as if he's a guitar and Adam is his strings.
"Well, then I guess you better just come here you slut," Adam says, opening his arms and Kris finds that diving into them is the easiest thing he's ever done. "You sure you're not hungry?" Adam asks, locking his arms around Kris's waist. "We could order in."
Kris rolls his eyes. "Or we could just have sex." He slips his arms around Adam's neck and winds the fine hair he finds there around his fingers. "You know… before I change my mind."
Adam grins, pressing a slight kiss against Kris's lips. "You think that's gonna happen anytime soon?"
"Not really, no," Kris murmurs before sucking Adam's lower lip in between his teeth. "But would you want to risk it?"
Adam is silent for a moment and then he shakes his head. "Bedroom, now," he orders and Kris is only too happy to follow his lead.
Adam's bedroom is upstairs and his bed is huge. The covers are messy, pushed halfway off the bed but the sheets are a pleasing shade of light shimmering brown and the whole thing looks so inviting Kris wonders how Adam ever gets out of bed.
"Nice," Kris says.
"If I'd remembered I didn't make my bed this morning I would have totally made an excuse to run up here and make it," Adam says, sounding equal parts embarrassed and amused.
Kris turns to look at him with a quirked eyebrow. "Your clothes say nothing about your person, right?"
Adam laughs and shakes his head. "I'm sorry to disappoint but I'm really not into the whole leather and whips thing."
"Yeah? I'm kind of disappointed that there will be no whips for this," Kris says, rolling his eyes.
He's also kind of amazed by how easy it is to talk to Adam. He thought he would have started feeling awkward, or at least doubtful about this by now, but he doesn't. Even without the thrum of the bass beat and the heavy weight of his cock pressing hard and insistent against his pants he still wants this, still wants Adam. There is apparently nothing theoretical about his bisexuality.
"I could always spank you a little if you'd like that," Adam says, coming up behind Kris and winding his arms around Kris's waist from behind. "You know with my cock, or whatever."
Kris snorts, craning his neck to kiss Adam over his shoulder. "Let's save that for the second date, okay? I might need some wooing and lots of alcohol to be okay with that."
Adam laughs again, and making Adam laugh might just have secured a top ten spot on Kris's list of priorities. Actually he's sure that at least the top five is all Adam, with making Adam moan as number one and kissing Adam as close second. He supposes it's kind of ridiculous to be feeling this way about a guy he just met in a dark alley, but he can't help himself.
Adam's hands slide down over his stomach and grab the hem of his shirt. Kris raises his arms to let him pull it off and then turns around to face Adam. Adam's shirt has a million tiny stupid buttons but Kris attacks them with vigor, working them open one after another. If he knew Adam just a little bit better he would just give up and rip it open, but after seeing Adam's place he assumes the shirt costs more than he makes in a month.
He finally gets it open, pulling it out of Adam's pants and pushing it open. Adam has chest hair, somehow he didn't expect that at all, but when he places his hands flat over Adam's pecs, he likes the way it crinkles against his palms. There are freckles splattered all over Adam's skin and Kris runs his fingers over them, playing a game of connect the dots that he's bound to lose unless he plasters himself all over Adam.
Adam pulls him into another kiss, slow and deep. Kris loves the way Adam kisses, thorough and thoughtful, as if this kiss is the most important one he's ever had. Adam's hands slide down his sides to rest against the waistline of his pants and suddenly Kris wants nothing more than to be out of them. He reaches down and undoes his fly, pushing his pants and his disgustingly sticky boxers down over his legs. Adam lets him go for long enough to step out of them before pulling him into another kiss.
It feels odd to be naked while Adam is still half dressed, so he turns his attention to Adam's clothes. The belt buckle still eludes him, but Adam reaches down to help him and soon he's got his fingers on Adam's zipper. He can feel Adam's cock pushing hot and hard against his knuckles and it sends an unexpected shiver up his back.
He manages to peel Adam's pants down over his hips, but it's certainly a struggle. Adam laughs and helps him out in the end, shimmying his hips and pushing his pants down his legs. Naked is a lot better than clothed, it's been too long since Kris had any kind of skin on skin contact. Kris slides his arms around Adam's waist and tucks his face in against the crook of Adam's neck, just hugging him. It's probably not a very sexy thing to do, but he can feel Adam's cock against his hip. Adam wraps his arms around Kris and hugs him tight.
"You okay?" he asks, pressing his lips against Kris's temple.
"Yeah," Kris answers, lifting his head to look up at Adam. "It's just… It's been a while since I was naked with anyone. My sexy is a bit rusty."
"Oh, believe me," Adam murmurs, gently steering Kris towards the bed. "There's nothing wrong with your sexy."
Kris grins at that, stopping his backwards movement when his knees connect with the bed. "Are you saying you think I'm hot?"
Adam snorts. "I'm saying I think you are fucking amazing."
Kris laughs and lets himself fall backwards with his arms spread out wide. He hopes Adam isn't hiding rocks among his sheets, because a concussion would be a bit of an inconvenience right now. His back bounces twice against the mattress, and the springs creak ominously at him, but there's nothing but wonderfully soft satin sheets underneath him.
Adam's looking down on him with a startled smile that gets even wider when Kris scoots up the bed to put his head on the pillows, spreading his arms and legs in invitation. He probably looks like a tool, but Adam's bed is like the best thing ever. He's not sure he even needs Adam's participation to have sex with it.
"I'm in love with your bed," he says. "I might never leave."
Adam rakes his eyes up and down Kris's body and licks his lips. "I'm starting to think I might be okay with that," he murmurs, sounding more serious than the situation calls for.
The tone of his voice sends a thrill up Kris's spine, and he beckons for Adam to join him on the bed. Kris has had all of three one night stands in his life, this one not included, but somehow this one doesn't follow the pattern at all. It's too easy to see himself waking up in this room every morning and kissing Adam over his breakfast cereal, but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself. They'll deal with later when it happens.
Adam finally crawls onto the bed, covering Kris with his body and claiming his lips for a long searing kiss. Naked kissing is so much better than clothed, and Kris pulls his legs up to accommodate for Adam's bulk. The new position makes their cocks rub up against each other and Kris groans into Adam's mouth.
Adam turns them over and Kris finds himself straddling Adam's hips, knees spread out on either side of him. He would feel embarrassed but then Adam slides a hand down his back to cup his ass and he just feels hot all over. He peppers Adam's face and neck with little nips and kisses, slowly rocking his hips against Adam's. Adam shifts his grip on Kris's ass and when the tips of his fingers brush over Kris's opening he stiffens, a red hot blush spreading over his face.
"Is this okay?" Adam asks softly, not removing his fingers.
"Yeah," Kris answers, but he hides his flaming face against Adam's neck. It feels weird to have someone else touching him there, it's almost too much, yet he doesn't want Adam to stop.
"I'll make this good for you," Adam murmurs against his ear. "So good, you'll see."
Adam fumbles around the bed with his free hand and then brings it up behind Kris's back. He hears the snap of a cap being popped open and Adam's fingers disappear for a moment, giving him opportunity to breathe. Then the fingers are back, this time slick with lube, rubbing and touching until he can't even remember his own name. It's too intimate, too embarrassing, yet his cock is still hard against Adam's hip and he can't help the steady rocking of his hips.
Then one of Adam's fingers slides into him and he tenses all over, sucking in a startled breath. "Shh…" Adam murmurs, running his other hand up and down Kris's back. "It's okay."
Kris is not entirely sure about that, he's about to die from embarrassment and he can't stop thinking about things he's very sure he shouldn't be thinking about right now. Adam suddenly slips his finger out and Kris is just about to protest because that's not better at all when Adam flips them over. He opens his eyes to give Adam a look, Adam looks chagrined and smiles slightly.
"I thought you'd feel less exposed like this," he says, ducking his chin and Kris thinks he couldn't have picked a better partner for his first foray into gay sex.
"Thanks," Kris says, pulling his legs up when Adam slides his hand down between his thighs again.
He's prepared for the intrusion this time so when Adam slides a finger into him it doesn't feel quite as weird. It still makes him blush though, so he squeezes his eyes tightly shut. After what feels like forever Adam adds another finger, and that's somehow better and worse at the same time. He doesn't think he's ever felt so vulnerable in his life, yet the slick slide of Adam's fingers feels good, a slow pleasant burn that makes his breath stick in his throat.
Restless, he slides his hand down over his stomach, slipping his hand around his cock. It's sticky to the touch and not fully hard, but it swells to life in his hand and that's better, mmm yeah, much much better. He spreads his legs wider, rocking into Adam's slow sure strokes with an impatient sound.
"Shit," Adam hisses and Kris opens his eyes in panic taking that to be a literal statement, but Adam's looking at him with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes so dark there's barely a sliver of blue left around the edges.
Adam looks up and bursts out laughing, bending down to press his still laughing lips against Kris's. "You're killing me," he says, shifting so that Kris can feel his cock slipping along his hip, rock hard and slick at the tip. "You're so fucking hot and you have no fucking clue."
Kris should probably be offended at that, but he slips his free hand around Adam's neck instead, holding him close for a real kiss. The fact that Adam's all hot and bothered just making him hot and bothered makes him feel even more hot and bothered, so when Adam slides a third finger into him, he just groans in appreciation.
It still feels a good kind of weird, too intimate yet not nearly enough. "I think I'm ready," he pants, opening his eyes to look at Adam.
"Fuck," Adam says, swallowing thickly. "Are you sure?"
Kris nods, because he doesn't think he'll ever get more ready than this. Adam slowly pulls his fingers out, leaving a weird empty feeling behind. Kris shifts restlessly, biting down on his lip and pulling his legs further up. He's no longer embarrassed, just hot all over.
Adam's dick looks almost painfully hard, flushed with heat and already wet with precome. He lets out a deep groan when he slides the condom on, squeezing his eyes shut. Kris's cock twitches when he notices the way Adam's fingers tremble when he slicks himself up. He can't believe that preparing him has Adam so worked up; it makes him feel fantastic.
Adam opens his eyes as he moves into position over Kris. "This will probably hurt, okay? Just tell me if it's too much."
He looks so sincere Kris can't help but to smile. He figured it would hurt; Adam's cock is a lot bigger than his fingers. "Okay," he says, because Adam seems to be waiting for his approval.
Kris moves his hands to clutch at Adam's biceps when the slick head of Adam's cock pushes against his opening, exhaling with a whoosh.
"Relax," Adam murmurs, slowly pushing forward. "Breathe."
Kris sucks in a breath, forcing himself to not tense up. It kind of hurts, but not really, mostly it's just really really intense. He wonders if this is what it feels like for women, if so he should have taken more care, because his mind's completely blown.
"And breathe," Adam whispers close to his ear, making Kris inhale harshly. Adam sounds like he's smiling so Kris turns his face to touch his mouth to Adam's cheek, tasting the edge of his smile.
The stretch seems to go on forever, Adam sliding forward inch by inch until Kris doesn't know if he can take anymore. Kris is panting now, turning his head from side to side with his feet locked behind Adam's back. He wants more and less and more and more and more. He makes an incoherent sound rocking into the slow slide of Adam's hips and that's good. He can't even describe the feeling but it pulls a deep groan from his lips.
"Fuck," Adam moans, and Kris can feel his arms trembling under his hands. "I can't…"
"Fuck me," Kris says, opening his eyes. "Just… Yesssss."
Adam's brow is knitted in concentration and he's got his bottom lip stuck between his teeth again, the strain of going slow makes sweat bead on his forehead. The steady roll of Adam's hip just isn't enough so Kris arches into it, pulling Adam to him with his legs. Adam moans again, collapsing down on his elbows and curling his hands around Kris's shoulders.
Kris's erection wilted during the forever long stretch, but it's coming to life again against his stomach, filling out with blood. He didn't even know he could feel like this, overwhelmed and turned on and just amazing at the same time. It feels like he is closer to Adam right now than he's ever been to anyone and he never wants to stop feeling like this. Broken open, vulnerable, split in two, fantastic.
"Fireworks," Adam pants, and it doesn't make any sense until he changes the angle of his thrusts, making Kris actually shout.
Adam brushes against something inside him that makes actual fireworks go off in his head. It's too much, yet Kris wants to feel like that again and again and again.
"More," he begs. "Please, please, please…"
He's completely shameless now, running his hands all over his body, until he curls a hand around his cock, jerking it erratic and too fast.
"Yes," Adam hisses. "Fuck yes."
Kris is slick with sweat, precome and want, twisting one fist into the sheets because he needs to be anchored. He can't believe he's never done this before because this is the most amazing thing ever. When he finally comes all over his hand, stomach and chest it's almost painful in its intensity, making him writhe against the sheets with a litany of jumbled words falling from his lips. Adam keeps fucking him through it, every solid thrust triggering another wave until he feels completely boneless floating on a tidal wave of bliss.
He pries his eyes open in time to see Adam falling apart above him, hips snapping hard against Kris's ass, until he finally collapses squishing the air out of Kris's lungs. Kris coughs and laughs weakly, wrapping his arms around Adam's back to keep him close. He's not quite ready for it to be over yet. Eventually Adam groans and rolls off him though, carefully tying the condom up and tossing it in a wastebasket beside the bed. Kris feels strangely empty and he almost reaches down to touch, but halfway there he interrupts himself blushing down to his knees.
"Are you okay?" Adam asks, propping himself up on an elbow to look at Kris.
Kris nods, still blushing. "I'm good," he mumbles, looking anywhere but Adam.
"Hey." Adam captures his chin and tilts his head to look him in the eye. "You were amazing."
Kris blinks a couple of times, because he's pretty sure no one's ever said that to him after sex before. Then he smiles and lifts his head enough to give Adam a kiss. If Adam can be sappy, he can be cuddly. It makes sense in his mind.
Adam produces a wet nap from somewhere and gives Kris a cursory clean up. There's nothing much to do about the sweat slowly drying on his chest and back, but at least he's no longer covered in come. They share another kiss languid kiss, slow and gentle, before Kris cuddles up again with his head on Adam's chest.
"Thank you," Adam murmurs, when Kris is about to drift off. He's going to ask what Adam means, he really is, but sleep claims him before he gets his mouth open.
*
Kris wakes up too early, disoriented and woozy with lack of sleep. Adam's still out beside him, sprawled on his stomach with one arm slung across Kris's waist. He looks younger when he's sleeping, less refined, even with the smudged remains of make up around his eyes. There are pockmarks on his cheeks, more visible now with the light of early morning falling in through the curtains. Somehow the imperfection just makes him more beautiful and Kris has to ball his hands into fists to keep from reaching out.
Looking at Adam he realizes that he doesn't want this to turn awkward. He might not have had that many one-night-stands but each and every one of those awkward shameful morning after conversations has stuck with him and just doesn't want to do that with Adam. He can't imagine Adam opening his eyes, just for Kris to see that sheen of discomfort that says why aren't you gone yet? Last night was special in so many ways and he doesn’t want the magic to disappear in a flurry of I guess I'll see you around and awkward looks.
He slips out of bed, gently disentangling himself from Adam's arm. Adam stirs, mumbling something in his sleep, and Kris waits, holding his breath until he settles again, snuggling deeper into the covers. Kris gathers his clothes from the floor and tiptoes into the bathroom. His bladder is uncomfortably full and he didn't do as good a job at cleaning up last night as he should have.
It feels wrong to be moving around Adam's apartment when he's sleeping, but there aren't many other options unless Kris wants to feign sleep forever. Besides, cuddling up next to Adam and going back to sleep would have felt wrong too, as if he were taking something he's not sure he can still have. Maybe Kris really does think too much.
Adam's bathroom is amazing. It has three different light settings from too bright to a pleasing glow and there are tea light holders set up everywhere. It's bigger than Kris's and Tommy's kitchen with both a shower stall and a bathtub. Kris ignores both options though - he doesn't want to wake Adam - so he cleans up as best he can at the sink and dabs himself dry with toilet paper. He's probably being ridiculous, but he's beyond the point of caring.
The flush of the toilet sounds like a roar and he stands eerily still waiting for some sort of sound to come out of the bedroom, but everything's silent. Maybe Adam wants him to sneak out and is feigning sleep. His boxers are way beyond the point of saving so Kris stuffs them in the wastebasket and just pulls on his jeans. They're a bit stiff in the crotch region and there's a hint of a stain below the zipper, but he's pretty sure his shirt will cover that.
Once he's dressed Kris sneaks back into the bedroom on sock-clad feet. Adam's still sleeping with his head buried among the pillows. Kris allows himself a moment just to look, tracing the line of Adam's back with his eyes. Last night already feels like a dream, eerie and distant, but Kris's body remembers what it felt like to have those hands on his skin. He almost changes his mind, but then Adam stirs and his heart starts beating triple time. When Adam settles Kris nods to himself and squares his shoulders, it's probably best if last night remains a dream. Kris gets attached too easily.
The stairs creak under Kris's feet and he keeps expecting Adam to show up asking him what he's doing, but Adam doesn't come and soon he's standing just inside the front door with his shoes on and his bag slung over his back. He reaches for the door handle several times, but stops himself at the last moment. He just wants to explain somehow.
Finally he takes his notebook out from his bag and scribbles down a message, tearing the page out. He debates forever whether or not to add his phone number at the bottom, but in the end he doesn't. The way he's been feeling lately he just doesn't have the energy to wait for Adam to maybe call, because he's pretty sure it would crush him if Adam didn't.
He reads through his note several times before leaving it just inside the door. Hopefully, it gives the it's not you it's me message, without actually saying it in so many words. Adam's probably just going to laugh at it anyway. Kris is well aware that one night stands are not considered that big a deal by most people.
*
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