Fic: The Tie [7/66]
Click…Click…Click…
“Oh. My. God. I swear if I hear that guitar case being opened one more time, I am going to go bat shit crazy on your ass! What the hell are you doing? Kris?” Matt left the living room and stood in Kris’ bedroom doorway. “Dude, you realize that you are missing THE game?”
It was Saturday afternoon and a minute ago, Kris had been watching one of the most anticipated college football rivalry games of the year.
“I’ll be right back…it’s commercial anyway,” he said, sitting with his back facing the door.
“Uh Kris, I don’t mean to be nosy or anything, but that’s at least six times today that I’ve heard you open that damn case, and your guitar is in the living room.”
Kris had the fabric wrapped around both of his wrists. He thought about ignoring Matt or brushing him off, but…no, I’m not going to be ashamed of this. “It’s a…memento from my night with Adam.” Unwinding the tie again, he twisted around to face Matt, hands steadier than he felt inside.
“Whoa! Is that a tie from work? What happened to it? Wait a minute…did you…did he...” Suddenly his eyes bugged out.
I shouldn’t have shown him…maybe I’m overdoing this confidence thing a bit.
“Oh jesus, no, I really don’t want to know,” Matt continued, waving his hands in front of his body, now laughing.
Kris relaxed, chuckling, and stuck it back in the pocket. “Don’t worry, your virgin ears are safe.” Click…Click…Click.
Matt looked thoughtfully at him, “Look man, it’s awesome that you finally decided to get your demo heard, but I’d be a really bad friend if I didn’t say that you don’t look as happy as you should be.”
“Are you kidding me? I am totally thrilled about it! You know how long I’ve been working on those songs.” Kris had finally decided to solicit the head of the music department, and he was excited to hear what the guy had to say.
“Yeah, okay, I know that, but…you’ve also been, I don’t know, you just seem different somehow…” Matt looked like he was struggling to find the right thing to say. “I mean, you seem kind of down, but you’re not moping over your raw fish like you usually do,” he sniggered.
Kris puffed out a breath of air, “I miss him, Matt.” I tried not to. He had tried to forget those eyes that could shift from lust drawn steel to bright blue sky in an instant, tried not to think of the way Adam’s sex smell had lingered on his skin…but all of his efforts had been in vain. Adam, giggling like a child on the first day they met; Adam, thrusting into his mouth; Adam, staring at him with wide, wide eyes before kissing him tenderly; Adam, making him feel powerful, strong. Adam, Adam, Adam.
“But you told me it was just a hot one night stand, that he kicked you out and, you know, that it was all good.”
It’s obviously not all good, is it? He shook his head and his voice grew quiet. “It’s been over two weeks and I can’t stop thinking about him and…well, I’ve decided that I’m not giving up on this.” He got up from the floor, walked past Matt to the living room and sat on the couch.
Matt followed him. “What do you mean by --” he started to say, but just then USC scored a touch down. “YESSSSS! Haha! Take that! Notre Dame, you are goin’ dooowwwnnn!” Kris jumped up too and pumped his fists in the air, whooping and hollering.
It was half time before Matt finished his question. “Kris, what do you mean you aren’t giving up, I mean, what are you going to do about it?”
“Well, I know he lives above the club we were at, so, you know, I’m going to go to find him,” he said with a determined face. I have to see him again, try to convince him...I just need another few days to work up the guts to do it.
Matt gaped at him. “What the hell has gotten into you lately?”
He shrugged, “hey, you’re the one always telling me to have some balls…I thought you’d be ecstatic.”
“Yeah, I mean I am, but…just be careful, okay?” Matt looked genuinely worried.
“I can’t believe you of all people are telling me to be careful,” he said laughing, “but thanks for being concerned…mom.” Matt threw a handful of pretzels at him.
On Monday morning Kris went to work thinking that Tuesday would be the day. I’m going to do it…I can’t stand it anymore. It was a busy day at the store; people were starting their Christmas shopping already…it’s only October! But he was glad because it kept him from looking at the tie racks and thinking about Adam.
The day went by quickly and before he knew it, there was only an hour left before his shift was over. Things were quieting down now and he started thinking about where to catch dinner before his evening class. He was on autopilot, cleaning up his area, and didn’t realize that he had walked over to the ties until he stood before them. He ran a finger down a twin of The Tie.
“Looking to test out another one?”
Kris started and spun around to find Adam standing there with a tiny smile on his face. Adam!!! His entire body seemed to sigh, as if all of his muscles had been tense for two solid weeks, and his face broke into a ridiculous smile. “I’m game if you are.”
Adam laughed quietly and Kris studied him for a moment. I don’t believe it, oh my god, he looks…nervous. That cannot be possible. Wow, add this to the growing list of the many sides of Adam. Kris wanted to know them all. “Adam, what are you doing here?”
“Well, since I absolutely hate this place, then it stands to reason that I’m here for you…I mean I’m looking for you, and, well here you are.” He winced and shook his head.
Wow. “I can’t believe you’re here because you kicked me out and I was hurt but I missed you so much that I couldn’t stand it and I was going to go find you tomorrow,” he said, words rushing out in one breath, then blushed. Way to sound like a 12-year-old girl.
The surprise on Adam’s face was almost comical, but it was immediately replaced with blazing fire. He stepped right up to Kris so their bodies almost touched. “You were really going to come find me?”
“Y-yes.” It was hard not to melt a little as he felt Adam’s warm breath on his lips. He shifted on his feet, feeling his pants getting uncomfortable. Then he suddenly remembered how Adam had called him a ‘little rabbit.’ He reached out and gently touched Adam’s neck right above his collarbone, wondering if the bruise was still there, hidden under makeup. Adam sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed Kris’ wrist firmly. The air between them crackled with sexual tension. Adam moved his lips to Kris’ ear and whispered in a devilish voice, “when do you get off?”
“When I’m thinking of you,” Kris replied, completely serious. want want want… he groaned because Adam had just licked his ear, and then realized oh my god, I’m at work!…shit. He stepped a few feet back and looked around. Sure enough, a middle-aged woman was barely concealing her shocked expression at seeing the two men about to pounce on each other in the middle of the store.
Adam saw the lady and chuckled, “okay seriously, Kris, when are you done working?”
“At 4, but I have class tonight,” he said, frowning. “But…can we have dinner together?” It felt weird to ask him to dinner after they had already been so intimate with each other physically.
“I don’t…I’m…oh fuck.” He ran his fingers through his hair and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, Adam.” Maybe he only wants me for sex.
“No, I do, it’s just…no, it’s good, it’s fine.”
Kris wasn’t convinced. “You don’t have to feel obligated or anything, you know, just because we had sex,” he said with a bite in his voice.
Adam’s eyes flew open. “Oh god no, Kris, it’s not like that, I swear! It’s just that, well, I don’t usually have dinner with guys or…date, like, at all.” He closed the distance between them again and tentatively took one of Kris’ hands in his.
There is no way that can be true…a guy like him? Men are probably throwing themselves at him all the time! “You can’t be serious.”
“I am. It’s…hard to explain, but…” Kris could tell that this all seemed to be costing Adam a lot of effort. “I want to have dinner with you, really,” he said, gazing intently into Kris’ eyes.
“Okay.” He smiled and gave Adam’s hand a squeeze. Yes yes yes yes yes yes!!!
“Okay! A date, then, we’re going on a date, yes, okay.” Adam still looked a bit nervous, but there was also a hint of childlike glee in his eyes. “Where are we going?”
“Hmmmm…do you like sushi?”
“Oh my god, really? I looooovveee sushi!”
“Fantastic!” Kris knew he had a dopey smile on his face, but he didn’t care. “Well for a date, I have to do better than mall sushi. I just have to finish up a few things here, okay?”
Adam groaned. “If I have to hang around this place, thank god I have eye candy to look at,” he said and winked.
It was extremely distracting to have such a hot, sexy man staring suggestively at him while he was trying to work, not to mention that Adam kept circling the ties and fondling them every so often. Kris was losing count of the number of hard-ons he had to endure during work hours in the last two weeks.
When they first sat down at a booth in Kris’ favorite sushi restaurant an hour later, he couldn’t help but notice that Adam seemed distinctly uncomfortable and they shared about a minute of awkward silence until a waitress came and took their order.
“Adam, you really look out of your element…what’s going on?”
“I told you, I don’t normally do this. It’s mostly just…”
“Fucking?”
“Look, can we talk about something else…please?” His eyes were starting to swirl with the same emotions that Kris had seen the morning after their night together. What is he hiding?
“I’m sorry, Adam, I…I didn’t mean to push.” In a gesture of apology, he kissed his own finger and then touched it to Adam’s lips.
Adam sucked the finger in at once, but not too far, and began to swirl his tongue around the tip. He closed his eyes in pleasure as if he were remembering the taste of a delicious treat. Kris’s moan was cut short by the arrival of their food. The waitress gave them a roguish wink and left.
“Damn,” Adam complained, “why do we keep getting interrupted by women? So unfair.” He gave a mock pout that made Kris want to leap over the table and suck on that bottom lip. Instead he started in on his salmon sashimi and cursed the world for thinking that college was a good idea.
“So, you’re into music?” He really wanted know, but was just as happy to use conversation as an excuse not to jump on Adam in public.
“How…how did you know that?” he asked, shocked.
“I could see it in your eyes when I mentioned I was a musician and a singer, that night at Starbucks, and I thought I saw something when you took off my necklace…” I wonder if he still has it.
Adam didn’t take the bait. “I am into music, but I’d rather talk about you. What do you play?” Kris was starting to think that Adam was deliberately avoiding talking about himself. He hoped to have plenty of time with him in the future to figure out why, but decided not to make an issue of it right now.
“Uh, let’s see, piano, guitar, ukulele, viola…”
“Ukulele?" he snorted. "And you sing, too?” Adam asked, looking impressed.
“Yup.” Try not to sound so pleased with yourself, okay?
“Are you any good?”
“I hope so.” He began to tell Adam about the songs he’d recorded and the demo he gave to the head of the music department who knew the biz a little.
Adam put down his chopsticks, rested his chin in one hand and listened with a dreamy expression on his face. Kris thought he could probably get high from looking at him.
“Shit, I have to get going.” Kris really, really hated school right now. After having an amicable argument about who should pay, they decided to split the bill. They had just stepped out onto the street when Kris adopted a sly grin and stated, “I want to see you again…and have dessert.”
The innuendo was clearly not lost on Adam. He seized Kris’ hand, walked down the street about twenty feet and turned left into a small, deserted alley. There was an instant battle to see who would pin the other against the brick wall first. Adam won, but only because he was taller and his long limbs seemed to be made for manhandling Kris, who wasn’t complaining in the least.
Their kisses were frenzied; hands all over each other, muffled moans filling the silence of the alley. Kris gasped as he felt Adam bite his lower lip and he returned the favor immediately. At that, Adam dug his long fingers into Kris’ ass and lifted him off the pavement about a foot. He held the backs of Kris’ thighs and began to grind feverishly against him while licking into all the corners of his mouth. Their hard lengths rubbed against each other through layers of cloth, and Kris felt that drowning sensation again; he welcomed his death by Adam…give me more, god, please more!…and tried to thrust back as much as possible with a giant, lust-drunk man enveloping him. When they couldn’t breathe anymore, Kris rested his forehead on Adam’s shoulder. The only sounds were their grunts as Adam dry humped him rhythmically, focused, on a mission to make Kris come in his pants.
As he got closer, he could not keep his silence and began a steady stream of “Adam, adam, adam, adam, adam…UHHH!” As the orgasm ripped through him, he lifted his legs and wrapped them fully around Adam’s waist, pulling him in as close as possible and gave an enormous thrust with the last of his energy. It was enough. Adam’s body went stiff…his face screwed up tight and…“Fuuuuuuccckkkk!”
Bodies trembling, they gripped each other’s faces and resumed kissing, less frantic but just as heated. Feeling inspired and daring, Kris pulled back and grinned wickedly. Then he leaned in again and licked all around Adam’s lips in a single stripe. “Oh my god…Kris…”
“Screw it!” I want more. “I’ve never missed a class.”
Adam seemed to be unable to stop kissing him. “Your…place…” he said between kisses.
“Have a…house…mate.” He put up a finger in between their mouths. “But I’ll tell him to clear out for the night.”
Adam looked like the devil himself. Oh my god, he’s gonna eat me alive. Mmmmmmmmmmm…
Chapter 8
“Oh. My. God. I swear if I hear that guitar case being opened one more time, I am going to go bat shit crazy on your ass! What the hell are you doing? Kris?” Matt left the living room and stood in Kris’ bedroom doorway. “Dude, you realize that you are missing THE game?”
It was Saturday afternoon and a minute ago, Kris had been watching one of the most anticipated college football rivalry games of the year.
“I’ll be right back…it’s commercial anyway,” he said, sitting with his back facing the door.
“Uh Kris, I don’t mean to be nosy or anything, but that’s at least six times today that I’ve heard you open that damn case, and your guitar is in the living room.”
Kris had the fabric wrapped around both of his wrists. He thought about ignoring Matt or brushing him off, but…no, I’m not going to be ashamed of this. “It’s a…memento from my night with Adam.” Unwinding the tie again, he twisted around to face Matt, hands steadier than he felt inside.
“Whoa! Is that a tie from work? What happened to it? Wait a minute…did you…did he...” Suddenly his eyes bugged out.
I shouldn’t have shown him…maybe I’m overdoing this confidence thing a bit.
“Oh jesus, no, I really don’t want to know,” Matt continued, waving his hands in front of his body, now laughing.
Kris relaxed, chuckling, and stuck it back in the pocket. “Don’t worry, your virgin ears are safe.” Click…Click…Click.
Matt looked thoughtfully at him, “Look man, it’s awesome that you finally decided to get your demo heard, but I’d be a really bad friend if I didn’t say that you don’t look as happy as you should be.”
“Are you kidding me? I am totally thrilled about it! You know how long I’ve been working on those songs.” Kris had finally decided to solicit the head of the music department, and he was excited to hear what the guy had to say.
“Yeah, okay, I know that, but…you’ve also been, I don’t know, you just seem different somehow…” Matt looked like he was struggling to find the right thing to say. “I mean, you seem kind of down, but you’re not moping over your raw fish like you usually do,” he sniggered.
Kris puffed out a breath of air, “I miss him, Matt.” I tried not to. He had tried to forget those eyes that could shift from lust drawn steel to bright blue sky in an instant, tried not to think of the way Adam’s sex smell had lingered on his skin…but all of his efforts had been in vain. Adam, giggling like a child on the first day they met; Adam, thrusting into his mouth; Adam, staring at him with wide, wide eyes before kissing him tenderly; Adam, making him feel powerful, strong. Adam, Adam, Adam.
“But you told me it was just a hot one night stand, that he kicked you out and, you know, that it was all good.”
It’s obviously not all good, is it? He shook his head and his voice grew quiet. “It’s been over two weeks and I can’t stop thinking about him and…well, I’ve decided that I’m not giving up on this.” He got up from the floor, walked past Matt to the living room and sat on the couch.
Matt followed him. “What do you mean by --” he started to say, but just then USC scored a touch down. “YESSSSS! Haha! Take that! Notre Dame, you are goin’ dooowwwnnn!” Kris jumped up too and pumped his fists in the air, whooping and hollering.
It was half time before Matt finished his question. “Kris, what do you mean you aren’t giving up, I mean, what are you going to do about it?”
“Well, I know he lives above the club we were at, so, you know, I’m going to go to find him,” he said with a determined face. I have to see him again, try to convince him...I just need another few days to work up the guts to do it.
Matt gaped at him. “What the hell has gotten into you lately?”
He shrugged, “hey, you’re the one always telling me to have some balls…I thought you’d be ecstatic.”
“Yeah, I mean I am, but…just be careful, okay?” Matt looked genuinely worried.
“I can’t believe you of all people are telling me to be careful,” he said laughing, “but thanks for being concerned…mom.” Matt threw a handful of pretzels at him.
On Monday morning Kris went to work thinking that Tuesday would be the day. I’m going to do it…I can’t stand it anymore. It was a busy day at the store; people were starting their Christmas shopping already…it’s only October! But he was glad because it kept him from looking at the tie racks and thinking about Adam.
The day went by quickly and before he knew it, there was only an hour left before his shift was over. Things were quieting down now and he started thinking about where to catch dinner before his evening class. He was on autopilot, cleaning up his area, and didn’t realize that he had walked over to the ties until he stood before them. He ran a finger down a twin of The Tie.
“Looking to test out another one?”
Kris started and spun around to find Adam standing there with a tiny smile on his face. Adam!!! His entire body seemed to sigh, as if all of his muscles had been tense for two solid weeks, and his face broke into a ridiculous smile. “I’m game if you are.”
Adam laughed quietly and Kris studied him for a moment. I don’t believe it, oh my god, he looks…nervous. That cannot be possible. Wow, add this to the growing list of the many sides of Adam. Kris wanted to know them all. “Adam, what are you doing here?”
“Well, since I absolutely hate this place, then it stands to reason that I’m here for you…I mean I’m looking for you, and, well here you are.” He winced and shook his head.
Wow. “I can’t believe you’re here because you kicked me out and I was hurt but I missed you so much that I couldn’t stand it and I was going to go find you tomorrow,” he said, words rushing out in one breath, then blushed. Way to sound like a 12-year-old girl.
The surprise on Adam’s face was almost comical, but it was immediately replaced with blazing fire. He stepped right up to Kris so their bodies almost touched. “You were really going to come find me?”
“Y-yes.” It was hard not to melt a little as he felt Adam’s warm breath on his lips. He shifted on his feet, feeling his pants getting uncomfortable. Then he suddenly remembered how Adam had called him a ‘little rabbit.’ He reached out and gently touched Adam’s neck right above his collarbone, wondering if the bruise was still there, hidden under makeup. Adam sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed Kris’ wrist firmly. The air between them crackled with sexual tension. Adam moved his lips to Kris’ ear and whispered in a devilish voice, “when do you get off?”
“When I’m thinking of you,” Kris replied, completely serious. want want want… he groaned because Adam had just licked his ear, and then realized oh my god, I’m at work!…shit. He stepped a few feet back and looked around. Sure enough, a middle-aged woman was barely concealing her shocked expression at seeing the two men about to pounce on each other in the middle of the store.
Adam saw the lady and chuckled, “okay seriously, Kris, when are you done working?”
“At 4, but I have class tonight,” he said, frowning. “But…can we have dinner together?” It felt weird to ask him to dinner after they had already been so intimate with each other physically.
“I don’t…I’m…oh fuck.” He ran his fingers through his hair and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, Adam.” Maybe he only wants me for sex.
“No, I do, it’s just…no, it’s good, it’s fine.”
Kris wasn’t convinced. “You don’t have to feel obligated or anything, you know, just because we had sex,” he said with a bite in his voice.
Adam’s eyes flew open. “Oh god no, Kris, it’s not like that, I swear! It’s just that, well, I don’t usually have dinner with guys or…date, like, at all.” He closed the distance between them again and tentatively took one of Kris’ hands in his.
There is no way that can be true…a guy like him? Men are probably throwing themselves at him all the time! “You can’t be serious.”
“I am. It’s…hard to explain, but…” Kris could tell that this all seemed to be costing Adam a lot of effort. “I want to have dinner with you, really,” he said, gazing intently into Kris’ eyes.
“Okay.” He smiled and gave Adam’s hand a squeeze. Yes yes yes yes yes yes!!!
“Okay! A date, then, we’re going on a date, yes, okay.” Adam still looked a bit nervous, but there was also a hint of childlike glee in his eyes. “Where are we going?”
“Hmmmm…do you like sushi?”
“Oh my god, really? I looooovveee sushi!”
“Fantastic!” Kris knew he had a dopey smile on his face, but he didn’t care. “Well for a date, I have to do better than mall sushi. I just have to finish up a few things here, okay?”
Adam groaned. “If I have to hang around this place, thank god I have eye candy to look at,” he said and winked.
It was extremely distracting to have such a hot, sexy man staring suggestively at him while he was trying to work, not to mention that Adam kept circling the ties and fondling them every so often. Kris was losing count of the number of hard-ons he had to endure during work hours in the last two weeks.
When they first sat down at a booth in Kris’ favorite sushi restaurant an hour later, he couldn’t help but notice that Adam seemed distinctly uncomfortable and they shared about a minute of awkward silence until a waitress came and took their order.
“Adam, you really look out of your element…what’s going on?”
“I told you, I don’t normally do this. It’s mostly just…”
“Fucking?”
“Look, can we talk about something else…please?” His eyes were starting to swirl with the same emotions that Kris had seen the morning after their night together. What is he hiding?
“I’m sorry, Adam, I…I didn’t mean to push.” In a gesture of apology, he kissed his own finger and then touched it to Adam’s lips.
Adam sucked the finger in at once, but not too far, and began to swirl his tongue around the tip. He closed his eyes in pleasure as if he were remembering the taste of a delicious treat. Kris’s moan was cut short by the arrival of their food. The waitress gave them a roguish wink and left.
“Damn,” Adam complained, “why do we keep getting interrupted by women? So unfair.” He gave a mock pout that made Kris want to leap over the table and suck on that bottom lip. Instead he started in on his salmon sashimi and cursed the world for thinking that college was a good idea.
“So, you’re into music?” He really wanted know, but was just as happy to use conversation as an excuse not to jump on Adam in public.
“How…how did you know that?” he asked, shocked.
“I could see it in your eyes when I mentioned I was a musician and a singer, that night at Starbucks, and I thought I saw something when you took off my necklace…” I wonder if he still has it.
Adam didn’t take the bait. “I am into music, but I’d rather talk about you. What do you play?” Kris was starting to think that Adam was deliberately avoiding talking about himself. He hoped to have plenty of time with him in the future to figure out why, but decided not to make an issue of it right now.
“Uh, let’s see, piano, guitar, ukulele, viola…”
“Ukulele?" he snorted. "And you sing, too?” Adam asked, looking impressed.
“Yup.” Try not to sound so pleased with yourself, okay?
“Are you any good?”
“I hope so.” He began to tell Adam about the songs he’d recorded and the demo he gave to the head of the music department who knew the biz a little.
Adam put down his chopsticks, rested his chin in one hand and listened with a dreamy expression on his face. Kris thought he could probably get high from looking at him.
“Shit, I have to get going.” Kris really, really hated school right now. After having an amicable argument about who should pay, they decided to split the bill. They had just stepped out onto the street when Kris adopted a sly grin and stated, “I want to see you again…and have dessert.”
The innuendo was clearly not lost on Adam. He seized Kris’ hand, walked down the street about twenty feet and turned left into a small, deserted alley. There was an instant battle to see who would pin the other against the brick wall first. Adam won, but only because he was taller and his long limbs seemed to be made for manhandling Kris, who wasn’t complaining in the least.
Their kisses were frenzied; hands all over each other, muffled moans filling the silence of the alley. Kris gasped as he felt Adam bite his lower lip and he returned the favor immediately. At that, Adam dug his long fingers into Kris’ ass and lifted him off the pavement about a foot. He held the backs of Kris’ thighs and began to grind feverishly against him while licking into all the corners of his mouth. Their hard lengths rubbed against each other through layers of cloth, and Kris felt that drowning sensation again; he welcomed his death by Adam…give me more, god, please more!…and tried to thrust back as much as possible with a giant, lust-drunk man enveloping him. When they couldn’t breathe anymore, Kris rested his forehead on Adam’s shoulder. The only sounds were their grunts as Adam dry humped him rhythmically, focused, on a mission to make Kris come in his pants.
As he got closer, he could not keep his silence and began a steady stream of “Adam, adam, adam, adam, adam…UHHH!” As the orgasm ripped through him, he lifted his legs and wrapped them fully around Adam’s waist, pulling him in as close as possible and gave an enormous thrust with the last of his energy. It was enough. Adam’s body went stiff…his face screwed up tight and…“Fuuuuuuccckkkk!”
Bodies trembling, they gripped each other’s faces and resumed kissing, less frantic but just as heated. Feeling inspired and daring, Kris pulled back and grinned wickedly. Then he leaned in again and licked all around Adam’s lips in a single stripe. “Oh my god…Kris…”
“Screw it!” I want more. “I’ve never missed a class.”
Adam seemed to be unable to stop kissing him. “Your…place…” he said between kisses.
“Have a…house…mate.” He put up a finger in between their mouths. “But I’ll tell him to clear out for the night.”
Adam looked like the devil himself. Oh my god, he’s gonna eat me alive. Mmmmmmmmmmm…
Chapter 8