fic: The Tie [2/66]
For the second time that week, Adam found himself looking at belts that he had absolutely no interest in. Completely boring. Who buys things here anyway? Oh yeah, well the tie was an exception, an unplanned stroke of genius thank you very much. He reached his hand back, making sure the tie was still tucked in his pocket, wide end hanging all the way down to his calf. Adam could see ‘hot tie guy’ through the holes in the island-wall-thing displaying the belts, which happened to be taller than him, the very reason he had chosen it as his stake out position. Not that he was hiding; he was just going over his next stage of attack, like a single-minded tiger on a hunt, only friendlier. Although I do bite, and growl...and I’ve been known to pin down my prey before going in for the kill. He laughed quietly.
Upon walking into Macy’s two days ago, he had vowed never to set foot in this place again. Overpriced, dull, pretentious. He’d had no choice the first time since he had promised to drop something off for his uncle who worked upstairs in the lingerie department. Ewww. But on his way down the escalator, oh yes, he’d spotted something much more interesting: perfect, bite-sized, adorable, and sexy as hell. Delicious. After watching the guy interact with customers for a few minutes from his spot behind the belt wall, he had faith that his gaydar was telling it right.
He’d made up his mind promptly, scribbling the address of the club on a page of the tiny notebook he carried. Okay, so he had never expected to find such a treat at Macy’s of all places, but hey, when opportunity presents itself…
Only it hadn’t turned out the way he’d intended. As soon as he had been within ten feet of the guy, he had stopped abruptly and started perusing the ties. He looks so sweet, so innocent. The guy had no idea that Adam was a man-eater, so to speak, and he was just working here, certainly not expecting to be hit on and lured to a club to become Adam’s next meal. He’d surreptitiously watched the man stare at him and he put on a good show with the tie, but felt a long forgotten something stir in his chest. He had pushed it down without thinking. Someone else grabbed the guy’s attention and Adam made a snap decision. He grabbed a fifty from his wallet and ripped out another page from his notebook, hastily writing a different address on it. He had seized the tie before starting toward the counter.
Adam remembered the exchange and his excitement at the man’s sudden boldness. He’d decided then and there that he didn’t care that he was in a fucking department store; he was going to abandon his plan and get him some -- he loved his men a bit feisty. But he was no match for me, really. He took pride in the way the guy had looked like he was helplessly coming in his pants after that, knowing that their little romp in the dressing room was going to be totally worth spending time in this crappy place. And then…then shit Adam had…fuck. He’d felt himself actually caring that the guy might get fired for fucking around at work. Shit. But he couldn’t just walk away from such a tasty morsel, and he couldn’t have the man thinking he’d lost his nerve. All in all, he thought he should be congratulated for throwing the morsel off balance while ensnaring him at the same time, hooking his interest, and sticking with the modified plan. You let your guard down though, didn’t you, just for a moment? Whatever. Oh yes, he definitely had ideas for the tie now. Okay, enough reminiscing, time for Act II.
He strode confidently towards the counter, swinging his hips slightly so that the tie was visible with each step he took. Oh god, he’s so pretty, so damn pretty. Adam licked his lips unconsciously, wanting, wanting. Hot tie guy was wearing a dressy white short-sleeved shirt today that made those dark brown eyes stand out even more. The shirt hugged his chest and arms, revealing muscle definition Adam had not seen the other day. Mmmmmmm.
Adam was thankful that it was a very slow day in the store with no customers in sight. The guy was scanning shirts into the computer. Pausing briefly, he ran a hand through his hair and looked up. He flushed, saw the tie and gaped. After a few wide-eyed seconds, he seemed to wrestle with himself and tried to continue working.
But Adam wasn’t fooled; he saw the guy’s hands shaking. He stopped about two feet from the counter. The man lifted his eyes to Adam’s, trying for all he was worth to match stare for stare. Adam reached back for the tie. He left the skinny end bunched in his back pocket and pulled the length around his side to the front, holding the center at his waist so that the rest of the tie dangled right in front of his crotch. He started to pet the tie with his free hand, and raised an eyebrow. Gotcha, little rabbit.
The little rabbit made a choking sound and pulled at the collar of his shirt. “S…So,” he rasped, “I see the tie is…working out for you.” He moved closer to the counter, and Adam suspected he was trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants.
“I’d like it to work out for you, too,” Adam purred, still rubbing himself through the tie. The other man started breathing heavily in short little bursts and licked his lips. Jesus, those lips! Adam wanted them, now, and it was hard to be patient. He wasn’t used to waiting, but there was something about this guy… He looped the tie around his other side and shoved the slack and the wide end in his back pocket, wearing it like a belt. “Why don’t you tell me your name, gorgeous?” he asked in a husky yet playful voice, placing his elbows on the counter and resting his chin in his hands. He was smiling broadly, a real smile that reached his eyes.
“Kris. It’s Kris.” He took a deep, shuddering breath and reached out a steady hand towards Adam, index finger held up.
Adam felt the finger land gently on his lower lip and he stopped smiling. Fuck. He let his tongue slip out, just enough to wet the tip of the finger. Kris moaned, so quietly that Adam barely heard it, but it sort of knocked the wind out of him. He needed to end this now before he lost control completely and got them both arrested. Plus, he noticed with a jolt, someone was coming toward them. It was the same guy Adam had seen Kris talking to two days ago. Trying to stay unaffected, he reached into his front pocket, pulled out yet another note and set it on the counter.
Kris’ finger pushed down Adam’s lip slightly as he removed it and then he slowly brought it to his own lips…the briefest touch before dropping it down to the folded paper. “Who are you? Who can I say is driving me out of my mind, making me think things, want to do things --”
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Point to little rabbit. I need to move. He backed up and did a graceful turn, flashing a dazzling smile at Kris as he did so. When he was at least five feet away, he spoke to Kris over his shoulder, “Adam, my name is Adam,” and kept walking.
After he was certain that he was out of Kris’ line of view, Adam quickened his steps until he was out the door. Christ. He sat down hard on a cold cement bench near the entrance and tried to compose himself. What the hell is wrong with me? He’s just another piece of ass, Lambert…get a grip! His breathing gradually settled as he let the cool of the bench seep into him, soothing his frayed nerves. He wanted the little rabbit, Kris…he wanted Kris so badly that it was sort of scary, and he did not enjoy feeling out of control like that. I can do this, I just have to keep my eye on the prize, stay focused. He’s just like any other guy, nothing special about him. Adam smacked his thighs and stood up, renewed determination set in his features.
Adam went home to his apartment above the club and decided to spend several hours working in his recording studio on the new track. He didn’t have to be down at the club until 7:00 that evening, and Alisan had been saying for weeks that he needed to lay it down already because it was just that good. After a few minutes he was changed into a faded t-shirt and a pair of loose jeans that were slightly too long when he wasn’t wearing boots. The cuffs of his jeans dragged on the wood floor as he padded barefoot into the small but modern kitchen and rummaged until he found a package of dried cherries and a bottle of water. He set himself up in the studio and felt like he was in his own skin again as the notes and words flowed effortlessly, smoothing out any remaining wrinkles of fear from that afternoon. He was calm, collected, doing what he was born to do, in control of his life and where it was heading. About thirty minutes into his recording session, however, Kris’ face appeared unbidden in Adam’s mind. He shoved the vision forcefully away -- keep your eye on the prize -- and it did not return. Adam was pleased with himself.
At 5:00, Adam began his routine: quick workout, shower, select clothing and get dressed, do makeup and hair. That left him with about five minutes to stock his pockets with supplies and to sit and do some deep breathing while mentally preparing himself for the night to come. On his way out, he stopped where he had hung the tie up on a hook near the door and ran a finger down it, allowing himself to shiver with anticipation. Tomorrow night is going to be so fucking hot.
“Encore! Encore!!!” the crowd screamed wildly. Adam bowed again, openly searching the audience for the likely targets he had noticed during his set. As usual, he ignored the pieces of paper that had been thrown on the stage carrying phone numbers and bids for his attention. Adam had worked at this club four nights a week for over a year, and he had picked up one of those papers only once out of curiosity -- desperation was a serious turn off. Where is he, that one with the mussed up brown hair… aha! Adam spotted him near a doorway at the back of the room, staring up at the stage with a mix of hunger and uncertainty. Think I’ll save him for last, though.
It was 4am when he finally went upstairs to his apartment, two hours later than usual. He had been feeling particularly hungry after seeing Kris that day, and that last guy… mmmmm, just the right combination of sweet and spicy. His clothes were sticking to him everywhere and save for a little smudged eyeliner, his makeup was almost totally gone, having been either licked or sweated off. Adam checked his pockets. None left. He smirked and took the empty bottle of lube out, tossed it in the trash and started peeling his clothes off.
Although he was completely sated, the hot shower felt like a much-needed massage that drained away all soreness and tension from some of the more awkward positions he’d been in that night. As the water beat down on his head and back, he thought about the next day. No work and plenty of time to prepare for his evening with Kris, for he was sure that the little rabbit was thoroughly snared. Normally he used his time off to rest, take care of the necessities of life, and work on his music. But tomorrow… he found that he was getting hard just thinking about it, which was quite a feat given how many times he had come that night. Adam thought his plan was perfect. He was an observant hunter, and he knew that Kris would need a carefully orchestrated combination of reassurance and seduction to make him willingly follow Adam to the club. And then the tie. He started stroking himself in the shower.
Chapter 3
Upon walking into Macy’s two days ago, he had vowed never to set foot in this place again. Overpriced, dull, pretentious. He’d had no choice the first time since he had promised to drop something off for his uncle who worked upstairs in the lingerie department. Ewww. But on his way down the escalator, oh yes, he’d spotted something much more interesting: perfect, bite-sized, adorable, and sexy as hell. Delicious. After watching the guy interact with customers for a few minutes from his spot behind the belt wall, he had faith that his gaydar was telling it right.
He’d made up his mind promptly, scribbling the address of the club on a page of the tiny notebook he carried. Okay, so he had never expected to find such a treat at Macy’s of all places, but hey, when opportunity presents itself…
Only it hadn’t turned out the way he’d intended. As soon as he had been within ten feet of the guy, he had stopped abruptly and started perusing the ties. He looks so sweet, so innocent. The guy had no idea that Adam was a man-eater, so to speak, and he was just working here, certainly not expecting to be hit on and lured to a club to become Adam’s next meal. He’d surreptitiously watched the man stare at him and he put on a good show with the tie, but felt a long forgotten something stir in his chest. He had pushed it down without thinking. Someone else grabbed the guy’s attention and Adam made a snap decision. He grabbed a fifty from his wallet and ripped out another page from his notebook, hastily writing a different address on it. He had seized the tie before starting toward the counter.
Adam remembered the exchange and his excitement at the man’s sudden boldness. He’d decided then and there that he didn’t care that he was in a fucking department store; he was going to abandon his plan and get him some -- he loved his men a bit feisty. But he was no match for me, really. He took pride in the way the guy had looked like he was helplessly coming in his pants after that, knowing that their little romp in the dressing room was going to be totally worth spending time in this crappy place. And then…then shit Adam had…fuck. He’d felt himself actually caring that the guy might get fired for fucking around at work. Shit. But he couldn’t just walk away from such a tasty morsel, and he couldn’t have the man thinking he’d lost his nerve. All in all, he thought he should be congratulated for throwing the morsel off balance while ensnaring him at the same time, hooking his interest, and sticking with the modified plan. You let your guard down though, didn’t you, just for a moment? Whatever. Oh yes, he definitely had ideas for the tie now. Okay, enough reminiscing, time for Act II.
He strode confidently towards the counter, swinging his hips slightly so that the tie was visible with each step he took. Oh god, he’s so pretty, so damn pretty. Adam licked his lips unconsciously, wanting, wanting. Hot tie guy was wearing a dressy white short-sleeved shirt today that made those dark brown eyes stand out even more. The shirt hugged his chest and arms, revealing muscle definition Adam had not seen the other day. Mmmmmmm.
Adam was thankful that it was a very slow day in the store with no customers in sight. The guy was scanning shirts into the computer. Pausing briefly, he ran a hand through his hair and looked up. He flushed, saw the tie and gaped. After a few wide-eyed seconds, he seemed to wrestle with himself and tried to continue working.
But Adam wasn’t fooled; he saw the guy’s hands shaking. He stopped about two feet from the counter. The man lifted his eyes to Adam’s, trying for all he was worth to match stare for stare. Adam reached back for the tie. He left the skinny end bunched in his back pocket and pulled the length around his side to the front, holding the center at his waist so that the rest of the tie dangled right in front of his crotch. He started to pet the tie with his free hand, and raised an eyebrow. Gotcha, little rabbit.
The little rabbit made a choking sound and pulled at the collar of his shirt. “S…So,” he rasped, “I see the tie is…working out for you.” He moved closer to the counter, and Adam suspected he was trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants.
“I’d like it to work out for you, too,” Adam purred, still rubbing himself through the tie. The other man started breathing heavily in short little bursts and licked his lips. Jesus, those lips! Adam wanted them, now, and it was hard to be patient. He wasn’t used to waiting, but there was something about this guy… He looped the tie around his other side and shoved the slack and the wide end in his back pocket, wearing it like a belt. “Why don’t you tell me your name, gorgeous?” he asked in a husky yet playful voice, placing his elbows on the counter and resting his chin in his hands. He was smiling broadly, a real smile that reached his eyes.
“Kris. It’s Kris.” He took a deep, shuddering breath and reached out a steady hand towards Adam, index finger held up.
Adam felt the finger land gently on his lower lip and he stopped smiling. Fuck. He let his tongue slip out, just enough to wet the tip of the finger. Kris moaned, so quietly that Adam barely heard it, but it sort of knocked the wind out of him. He needed to end this now before he lost control completely and got them both arrested. Plus, he noticed with a jolt, someone was coming toward them. It was the same guy Adam had seen Kris talking to two days ago. Trying to stay unaffected, he reached into his front pocket, pulled out yet another note and set it on the counter.
Kris’ finger pushed down Adam’s lip slightly as he removed it and then he slowly brought it to his own lips…the briefest touch before dropping it down to the folded paper. “Who are you? Who can I say is driving me out of my mind, making me think things, want to do things --”
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Point to little rabbit. I need to move. He backed up and did a graceful turn, flashing a dazzling smile at Kris as he did so. When he was at least five feet away, he spoke to Kris over his shoulder, “Adam, my name is Adam,” and kept walking.
After he was certain that he was out of Kris’ line of view, Adam quickened his steps until he was out the door. Christ. He sat down hard on a cold cement bench near the entrance and tried to compose himself. What the hell is wrong with me? He’s just another piece of ass, Lambert…get a grip! His breathing gradually settled as he let the cool of the bench seep into him, soothing his frayed nerves. He wanted the little rabbit, Kris…he wanted Kris so badly that it was sort of scary, and he did not enjoy feeling out of control like that. I can do this, I just have to keep my eye on the prize, stay focused. He’s just like any other guy, nothing special about him. Adam smacked his thighs and stood up, renewed determination set in his features.
Adam went home to his apartment above the club and decided to spend several hours working in his recording studio on the new track. He didn’t have to be down at the club until 7:00 that evening, and Alisan had been saying for weeks that he needed to lay it down already because it was just that good. After a few minutes he was changed into a faded t-shirt and a pair of loose jeans that were slightly too long when he wasn’t wearing boots. The cuffs of his jeans dragged on the wood floor as he padded barefoot into the small but modern kitchen and rummaged until he found a package of dried cherries and a bottle of water. He set himself up in the studio and felt like he was in his own skin again as the notes and words flowed effortlessly, smoothing out any remaining wrinkles of fear from that afternoon. He was calm, collected, doing what he was born to do, in control of his life and where it was heading. About thirty minutes into his recording session, however, Kris’ face appeared unbidden in Adam’s mind. He shoved the vision forcefully away -- keep your eye on the prize -- and it did not return. Adam was pleased with himself.
At 5:00, Adam began his routine: quick workout, shower, select clothing and get dressed, do makeup and hair. That left him with about five minutes to stock his pockets with supplies and to sit and do some deep breathing while mentally preparing himself for the night to come. On his way out, he stopped where he had hung the tie up on a hook near the door and ran a finger down it, allowing himself to shiver with anticipation. Tomorrow night is going to be so fucking hot.
“Encore! Encore!!!” the crowd screamed wildly. Adam bowed again, openly searching the audience for the likely targets he had noticed during his set. As usual, he ignored the pieces of paper that had been thrown on the stage carrying phone numbers and bids for his attention. Adam had worked at this club four nights a week for over a year, and he had picked up one of those papers only once out of curiosity -- desperation was a serious turn off. Where is he, that one with the mussed up brown hair… aha! Adam spotted him near a doorway at the back of the room, staring up at the stage with a mix of hunger and uncertainty. Think I’ll save him for last, though.
It was 4am when he finally went upstairs to his apartment, two hours later than usual. He had been feeling particularly hungry after seeing Kris that day, and that last guy… mmmmm, just the right combination of sweet and spicy. His clothes were sticking to him everywhere and save for a little smudged eyeliner, his makeup was almost totally gone, having been either licked or sweated off. Adam checked his pockets. None left. He smirked and took the empty bottle of lube out, tossed it in the trash and started peeling his clothes off.
Although he was completely sated, the hot shower felt like a much-needed massage that drained away all soreness and tension from some of the more awkward positions he’d been in that night. As the water beat down on his head and back, he thought about the next day. No work and plenty of time to prepare for his evening with Kris, for he was sure that the little rabbit was thoroughly snared. Normally he used his time off to rest, take care of the necessities of life, and work on his music. But tomorrow… he found that he was getting hard just thinking about it, which was quite a feat given how many times he had come that night. Adam thought his plan was perfect. He was an observant hunter, and he knew that Kris would need a carefully orchestrated combination of reassurance and seduction to make him willingly follow Adam to the club. And then the tie. He started stroking himself in the shower.
Chapter 3