Fic: The Tie [15/66] Part 2
Title: The Tie [15/66] Part 2
Pairing: Kris/Adam [AU]
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,557
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I own nothing. None of this happened.
Warnings: This story involves character struggle with trauma and PTSD and may contain material that is triggering or upsetting to readers. Graphic sex in nearly every chapter. Language. Further warnings will be posted in the appropriate chapters.
Summary: Adam is a local singer with a troubled past and Kris, a department store clerk struggling to change his over compliant and passive ways. When the two meet by chance in the most unlikely of places, neither could have known how much they would end up needing the other. Set in Los Angeles in the year 2009-10.
A/N: It's the longest chapter ever! I'm warning you now that the next chapter will not be up very quickly. I need to catch up on some things in RL...like sleep lol. But I promise that it will be less than a week. Thank you so much for your comments and feedback! <3
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Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Kris set down his guitar and walked to Matt’s room. He knocked and called, “Hey man, you up yet?”
A muffled “go away” came from behind the door. “Come on, I need to ask you a favor…open up."
Kris heard a groan and a curse and then the door swung open. “Shit…it’s ten o’clock on a Saturday…this had better be good.”
“Well, see, Ali is coming over today at four to help me get ready, and I…well I know the game is on then and I wondered if maybe you could watch it somewhere else?"
Matt looked at him grumpily. “And this couldn’t have waited until I was conscious?"
“I wanted to give you time to make other plans, you know, trying to be thoughtful here.” Matt rolled his eyes and shut the door. “So is that a yes?” Kris called.
“Yes, you dork, now go away.”
Kris went back to his room. He’d been up since seven, alternately pacing, playing his guitar, checking the time and re-reading the notes about his demo album for the professor. But none of this helped, and he knew he was going to have to find better ways to distract himself until Alisan arrived. It’s just a costume party…no reason to be so nervous. He picked up the notes again.
Kris, your demo is excellent. Your overall sound is very clean and the melodies are intricate without being showy. I think that you could be marketable as a singer-songwriter like John Mayer before he went blues. The major criticism I have is that you come across as less than confident on some of the tracks. I took the liberty of detailing some notes on each song and I hope you find them helpful. I suggest you do a little reworking and then I’d be happy to see if I can get my friend over at Aware Records to give it a listen.
Kris had read this and the individual song notes at least five times already that morning. Less than confident…well that was before Adam. He couldn’t wait to get started on reworking the songs, but right now he couldn’t concentrate so he threw on some sweats and headed to the gym, hoping a good work out would release his nervous energy.
“Ouch! Ali, that was my eyeball!” Kris yelled and rubbed at his watering eye.
“Well if you would sit still…” she said with a sigh. “You did alright yesterday.”
“I wasn’t nervous yesterday,” he said, and looked up to the ceiling so Alisan could try the eyeliner again.
She leaned in and held his eyelid with her thumb. “You’re going to be fine…don’t worry! Just try to relax and think about Adam’s face when he sees you tonight.”
Kris sighed dreamily, imagining the scene. “That’s better…just stay like that, Kris.”
He tried to concentrate on not blinking and a question popped into his brain. “Ali, does Adam go to therapy? I mean, well, you don’t have to answer that if it’s too personal.”
Alisan stepped back and put down the pencil. “It’s okay. He used to go, for years after the incident, but not anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’s too stubborn. After he was functioning well enough on his own, he stopped going, but now…well he probably knows that she wouldn’t have approved of the way he was dealing with things. I wish he’d go back, but he’s so independent…he doesn’t like needing help.” She looked at him thoughtfully. “But to be perfectly honest, I don’t think he was ready or willing to change until you came along.”
Kris tried to absorb the enormity of her statement. How could a regular guy like me inspire that kind of change in someone?
It was going on 6:30 and they were nearly done. Fifteen minutes later, Alisan stepped back to admire him. “Wow. Kris, you look incredibly hot…if you weren’t gay…” Kris chuckled and blushed. “Seriously,” she said, “go look at yourself in a full length mirror if you have one.”
He walked into his bedroom, being careful not to damage the wings going through the doorway, and moved in front of the mirror on his wall. “Holy shit.” He looked like an anime character come to life. The leather pants clung to his body, defining his leg muscles and ass, and they were tight enough to remind him of Adam’s sex pants that left nothing to the imagination in front.
His bare chest and arms seemed to glow with the help of a lightly tinted, shiny lotion Alisan had applied. The wings, secured to his back by a liberal amount of body glue, rose up above his shoulders and then fell gracefully down to his calves, outlining his entire body like a blood red picture frame. And his face…how did she do that? His eyes seemed more brown, wider and deeper, and around each eye she had created a black wing shape that stretched to his temples. Kris had tried to draw the line at lipstick, but Alisan had bullied him into it -- medium red covered lightly by black and outlined with a black pencil -- and he had to admit that the effect was stunning.
Finally, she had worked her magic on his hair, somehow managing to make it look like he’d just rolled around in bed with someone and been fucked silly. It was sticking up messily all over the place with a few strands falling into his face. He shook his head and not a single hair moved. I’m going to need three showers to get clean.
Alisan walked in and beamed at him. “I’m a genius,” she said. “Now for the finishing touches.” She snapped a black strap around his wrist. He examined it for a moment.
“Oh my god! Is that…Ali, is that a cock ring?” he exclaimed.
She giggled. “Well we are going for a sexy angel look here.”
“Jesus!” he laughed, “I’ll be lucky to make it out of there alive!”
“Okay I’m not done yet.” She held up two small bottles, one was full of something shiny and the other was a bottle of black nail polish.
“And that’s glitter, isn’t it?” he said with a groan. “Well, I’ve done this much. Lay it on me.”
At 7:30 they left together for the party. Alisan had changed into her costume, a sexy kitten complete with catsuit, ears and a tail. “How on earth do you walk in those things?” Kris asked, pointing to her six-inch heels as they got in her car.
“Lots of practice and many years of Lambert family Halloween parties.”
The drive took about twenty minutes and Kris had to lean forward the whole time because of his wings. “Wow, big family,” he remarked at seeing all the cars parked around the house and down the street.
“You have no idea. This is a huge annual event and all the relatives come out of the woodwork for it.” She glanced over at Kris. “You’re going to be fine…I promise. I’d tell you to stick with me but I have a feeling Adam is going to want you all to himself,” she said with a grin.
They found a spot about a block away and walked to the house. The night air was chilly and Kris shivered, half naked and anxious. I can’t believe I’m doing this. His whole family…oh my god…and I’m wearing wings and a cock ring. I must have been crazy to agree to this.
When they got to the door, Alisan opened it and walked right in. She must be like part of the family. They stood in the decorated entrance hall of a large and beautiful house and heard music coming from somewhere. Alisan took him by the arm and said, “you ready?”
“Yes.” No, not really, no way.
She winked and walked him to a set of wooden double doors. Kris took a deep breath. Alisan turned the handle and pushed open the doors. The room on the other side was packed with people in costumes laughing, talking and dancing to the thumping music. Suddenly, there was a collective intake of breath as they looked around and saw Kris and Alisan standing there. Then someone let out a loud wolf whistle. “Damn Ali! Is that your date?”
“No,” a voice called from across the room, “he’s mine.” There was an outbreak of shocked mumbles as everyone looked at Adam.
And then Kris saw him. Holy fucking wow. Kris’ eyes bugged out and his pants felt impossibly tighter as he stared and stared at Adam. A vampire…the sexiest, hottest… Kris thought he might come in his pants from just looking at him. He was dressed entirely in black, but the clothes were intricate and fit every line and curve of his body. Tiny black and red gems were worked into a mesh see-through shirt that sparkled with every movement. Over the shirt was a leather jacket, which was detailed with complex stitching and rhinestones. The sleeves of the jacket came down to a point over the backs of his hands and looped around his middle fingers. His pants were leather as well but had criss-crossed openings up the entire outer side of each leg. He wore a silver collar around his neck and a ring on each of his long fingers.
There were streaks of blonde in his hair, which looked like it had extensions in it to make it fall into his face. His brows were arched high and blood red lips contrasted sharply with his paler than usual skin. Kris could just see the points of fangs protruding over his bottom lip. But it was Adam’s eyes that were wreaking havoc on Kris in that moment. Eyes that sparkled darkly somehow, rimmed with black and blue, eyes that were staring at Kris possessively, eyes screaming with lust that were demanding satisfaction…now.
The room was silent save for the music; people looked back and forth at them, waiting for something to happen. Then Adam was on the move and everyone stepped away from him as he walked purposefully across the room, taking off his fangs as he went. Kris felt Alisan leave his side. No one else existed in that moment but Adam…Adam…Adam. Adam stopped in front of Kris, looked him up and down once and pulled him into a long, fierce kiss right there in front of everyone. Okay I’m ready to go now…please take me away and destroy me with your sex.
The crowd whistled some more and they finally broke apart, panting. Adam threw Kris a get-ready-to-be-fucked look and then turned around to face the room. “Everyone, this is Kris, my boyfriend. Kris, meet my crazy family.”
Adam laughed loudly at their shocked expressions, but soon their gawping mouths turned into delighted smiles and called out congratulations like they were all at a wedding. They tried to pull Kris away and began to fight over who would get to talk to him first, but Adam came to his rescue. “In a minute, in a minute…I need a…private word with Kris and then I’ll bring him back, I promise.” They all laughed knowingly and let Kris go with Adam.
“A dark angel…holy mother of fuck, Ali gets ten pairs of new shoes for this, plus an extra pair for the cock ring!” Adam was dragging Kris through the house to god knows where and every once in a while he would stop and throw Kris to a wall to kiss and grope him.
“Adam…” Kris panted, “want you so bad…so bad, baby…where are we going?”
“Library,” he said and continued walking until they finally reached a room in the back corner of the house.
A minute later Kris was naked and flat on his back with his legs in the air on a large desk, wings digging into his shoulders and Adam balls-deep into his ass. Anyone passing by would have clearly heard the yells and moans coming from the room, but everyone was at the party on the other side of the house.
The library door opened after ten minutes and they came out, makeup smeared and Kris’ hair even more tousled. Kris wiped a shaking hand over his brow and silently thanked Alisan for using so much glue to secure the wings. They stood and kissed some more in the hallway until they figured they should probably get back to the party.
“Okay,” said Adam, “now everyone is going to want to get to know you and I’m perfectly fine with that, but I’m not leaving your side for an instant because it will keep them from telling embarrassing childhood stories about me. Plus…” he leered at Kris and grabbed his ass.
“I know,” said Kris, “I want to be at your disposal, too, Adam, as many times as we can manage in a night.”
They made their way back to the party, stopping to make out several times before they reached it. Some kind of agreement must have been made while they were gone because only two people approached Kris this time. They must be his parents.
“Leila,” said a scantily clad Cleopatra, and held out her hand. “It’s so good to meet you, Kris. Adam told us he was bringing someone tonight and obviously we were thrilled,” she smiled warmly. “And I’m Eber,” said a man who was dressed as Marc Antony. Kris shook both of their hands.
“I feel a bit embarrassed to be meeting you as a half-naked angel, ma’am,” Kris said with a blush, “but thank you for the warm welcome. Your house is beautiful Mr. and Mrs. Lambert.”
“Oh, he’s so polite, Adam,” his mom exclaimed. “Please, honey, call me Leila and don’t worry about it…it’s a costume party and you look absolutely devastating.”
“He’s from the south mom, they grow them with manners down there,” Adam chuckled, “and lay off my man…he’s taken.”
“Where in the south are you from, Kris?” asked Eber.
“Arkansas, sir,” Kris replied.
He laughed genially, “oh lord, please don’t call me sir, it makes me feel old. Eber will do just fine.”
“Adam tells us you’re a musician,” said Leila.
“Yes, ma’am, I mean Leila…I play the guitar.”
“And the viola, and the ukulele and he sings like…an angel,” Adam said, flashing a huge, pleased smile at Kris.
He’s proud of me? That is just too adorable. “I’m nowhere near as good as Adam at singing…he’s incredibly talented.”
Leila smiled. “Isn’t he though? I just wish he’d let us come watch him perform someti-”
“Hey hey hey! It’s the man of the hour!” called a bare-chested man who seemed to appear out of nowhere, wearing a plaid kilt and sash.
Adam looked intensely relieved to see the man; he pulled him into a side hug and smiled. “Kris, this is my brother Neil, and he does not look as hot as you do without a shirt on. Neil, please tell me you’re wearing something under that kilt?” Neil punched Adam in the ribs and held out his hand to Kris.
“Nice to meet you, Neil,” Kris said with a chuckle and shook his hand. That looked like a rescue if I ever saw one. I bet his mom doesn’t know what Adam has been doing at the club.
“So Kris, you’re coming out with us later on, right?” Neil asked.
“Apparently I am. Can’t say that I have much experience with club hopping though.”
Neil snorted. “Bro, you better keep a close watch on him otherwise he’ll get eaten alive out there.”
Adam clutched Kris to his side and gave his ass a firm squeeze.
“So boys, I hope you’re all planning to play games tonight,” said Leila. Adam gave Kris a knowing look and Eber and Neil laughed. “Adam! Not those kind of games,” she said, rolling her eyes, “save those for later. I mean party games!”
“Ooo, those are actually fun most of the time, Kris,” said Adam. “Are we playing ‘spooky shot’ this year?”
I love seeing him like this. He’s so relaxed and sociable! It’s almost like there are two Adams…I wonder if he’ll ever be this comfortable in public.
“Definitely! And I think you’ll especially enjoy ‘siamese twin relay’ this year, Adam,” Eber said with a wink to his son.
Just then, Alisan joined them. “Guys, the natives are getting restless. Everyone wants to talk to Kris and you’re hogging him.”
Leila sighed. “Oh all right. Adam, don’t let him out of your sight, young man, or you’ll never get him back…he’ll get swamped by all of your aunts!”
Adam laughed and told her not to worry. As soon as they turned toward the crowd, Kris was in hot demand, but Adam kept his arm wrapped tightly around Kris’ waist. Kris smiled up at Adam. I belong to him. Everyone wanted to know where he was from, what the south was like and how he and Adam had met. Kris let Adam handle those questions and Adam just said that they’d met at a store one day and left it at that. On and on the relatives came and Kris could see that Adam was growing uncomfortable about certain questions being thrown at them.
“Excuse me, ma’am…Lorraine, is it? I need to go get a drink…all this talking. Adam, could you help me out?”
Adam nodded fervently and guided him swiftly away from aunt Lorraine.
“Where are you two headed off to? We’re about to start the games!” called Adam’s mom.
“We’ll be back in fifteen!” Adam yelled to her over his shoulder. They practically ran to the library this time.
When they returned, Alisan cornered Kris to reapply his lipstick and then adjusted his wings. “Whoo! You are getting a workout tonight, sweetie!” she said with a giggle, “told you dark angel was a genius idea!”
Kris looked at her with sex-glazed eyes. “I love you,” he said dopily.
She slapped his face a few times. “Pull yourself together, Kris, the night is still young.”
Adam had been standing nearby waiting for Kris. “Your time is up, Ali,” he said, walking over, “give him back.”
Suddenly the music stopped and Eber’s loud voice boomed out, “The games are about to begin! In honor of my son’s guest, we’ll be starting out with the ‘siamese twin relay’.” The crowd laughed and Kris gave Adam a quizzical look, but he just waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Eber split everyone up into two teams and told them to pair up with someone on their team and form a line. Then he walked around to the pairs, put them back-to-back and told them to keep their arms linked together. When he got to Adam and Kris, he winked and said, “Now Kris, because of your wings, I think you and Adam should go front-to-front instead.” No complaints here. “Okay! Each pair do your best to reach your team’s the bucket at the end of the room and get back to the starting line without unlocking your arms! Whichever team gets the most candy out of the bucket wins!”
Adam and Kris stood in the middle of their line and wrapped their arms around each other eagerly. They couldn’t help but kiss passionately as they waited for their turn. I can't believe I'm kissing him like this in front of his family!
“Ahem!” someone called from the back of the line. “Lover boys, it’s your turn next!”
They looked up and smiled at each other. “I really feel like reading a good book after this game, Kris, don’t you?”
“Absolutely.” Best party ever.
They did a horrible job at the game because once they started walking, their groins kept rubbing up against each other and it was terribly distracting. Kris managed to grab two pieces of candy from the bucket and they laughed all the way back to the starting line. They got persuaded to play a silly game of pumpkin ring toss and then snuck out of the room.
When they emerged from the library for the third time that evening, Kris’ wings were definitely starting to look disheveled and he had a permanent grin on his face.
“Excellent!” cheered Adam, “we’re back just in time for ‘spooky shot’ to start! I’ll let my dad explain.”
It turned out to be a simple drinking game where the punishment for saying a ‘taboo’ word was to drink a shot of alcohol. The taboo word for the night was ‘costume’. Kris thought that Adam would be very good at this since he was probably used to screening himself so much.
As the evening wore on, more relatives in varying states of inebriation tried to tempt Kris into conversation, but he was finding it difficult to focus. He was not good at filtering himself and had been told to drink a few shots. However, he’d been dead on about Adam, who had only said ‘costume’ once the whole evening and was still firmly clutching Kris’ waist, moving them away when the more intoxicated people lost their judgment and started asking questions about Kris and Adam’s relationship that were too personal.
Close to midnight, Neil found them and asked if they were ready to go. Before they left, Alisan took ten minutes and did a pretty good job at restoring Kris’ costume and makeup to its pre-sex state. He gave her an enormous bear hug. “Thank you so much, for everything.”
“Go have a blast. Adam, you take good care of this man, now, you hear me? Don’t let those crazy boys get their paws on him.”
“I won’t, Ali. Don’t worry, he’s safe with me.” Adam gave her a kiss on the cheek and then reattached his fangs. They were almost out the door when Kris insisted that he be allowed to say goodbye to Adam’s parents first.
“Such a gentleman,” said Leila after Adam had found his parents and led them over to Kris. “I hope you had a wonderful time, Kris. I’m so happy you came and I hope we get to see you again soon.”
“Have a good time, boys. Kris, it was a pleasure to meet you,” said Eber.
Kris shook their hands again and thanked them for their hospitality.
They hopped into a cab with Neil sitting in front. Adam leaned back against the inside of the back door and Kris draped his body all over him, wings up so they wouldn’t get squished. Neil gave up trying to talk to them after a while since all they were interested in was seeing how close they could get to actually having sex with their clothes on.
The first club they went to was one that Kris had driven by countless times but had never been in to. Never been to any clubs except Adam’s. He had no idea what was in store for him tonight, but as long as he was with Adam, he didn’t care. After getting their wrists stamped, they went in and all Kris could see were flashing lights illuminating a mass of bodies, some in costumes. He got a fair number of stares, mostly from men who then tried to grab his ass. They backed off once they saw that he was with Adam, however, since he was well known in this area. Adam led them to the bar and ordered a vodka tonic.
“Well gents, I’m off…I see a few ladies over there who look like they are dying to know what’s under my kilt.” Neil left them at the bar and Kris just looked around, trying to get a feel for the evening.
“Come on, gorgeous, you and that fine ass of yours need to dance with me,” said Adam, dragging Kris into the crowd.
“Dance? Uh, I might need a few more drinks in me first, Adam.”
“Oh no, baby, you just let me lead the way.” They got to the middle of the floor and Adam clutched Kris tightly to his body. “Just pretend that we’re fucking,” he said with a smirk.
I can do that. Adam gripped Kris’ ass and began to grind against him in time to the beat. Ohhhh, yes, I can definitely to that. He rolled his hips and reached up to pull Adam down for a kiss, feeling the fangs press on his tongue and lips. Kris discovered that he had some rhythm in him and soon he was lost in the music and Adam’s body wrapped around him.
“You look so hot tonight, baby, so fucking hot,” Adam said huskily, caressing Kris’ wings and then his bare back.
“Me? Goddam, Adam, I almost came in my pants when I first saw you tonight!”
Adam growled, tilted Kris’ head back and ran his fangs up Kris’ neck, ending with a bite just under his ear. Kris moaned and ground harder into Adam. “Does this place have a back room somewhere?” he asked, grinning wickedly.
“You’re damn right it does,” Adam said, taking Kris’ hand and leading them out of the throng of people. The back room was more of a back area with a couch and a curtain drawn around it, but it was obviously occupied at the moment. Kris walked Adam back into a wall, his hands everywhere like he couldn’t get enough of touching him, and they locked in a heated kiss until they finally heard the unmistakable sounds of two people climaxing. A couple stumbled out from behind the curtain a minute later and Adam pulled them in.
Kris pushed Adam down onto the couch, but not too roughly, and immediately went for his pants. “Want to taste you, baby…want you in my mouth.” Adam groaned and helped Kris get his complicated, criss-crossed leather pants off. So beautiful… Almost reverently, Kris ran a finger up Adam’s pulsing member. Then he stood up, took off his own pants and knelt back down, wanting Adam to see a completely naked angel between his legs.
Adam sucked in a breath at this sight and licked his lips. “Kris…that is so…” was all he got out before moaning loudly when Kris’s mouth enveloped his cock. Kris had no patience to take his time tonight and he gorged himself on Adam’s hot meat, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard as his head moved up and down. Kris felt Adam grip his head and start to buck into his mouth. “Oh…oh…ohhhh…Kris…baby…” Kris relaxed his throat and took Adam all the way in. “Fuck!” Adam shouted. Suddenly Adam grabbed Kris under the arms and lifted him right off the floor.
“Hey I wasn’t done with that!” Kris said, pouting. But his disappointment was short lived when he found himself straddling Adam a second later.
“Sorry to take your candy away, my sexy little rabbit angel, but I’ll give you something sweet in return,” he said in a low voice and kissed Kris, biting down with his fangs and reaching to the floor for his pants at the same time. But Kris surprised him by whipping out a condom from his own pants faster than Adam could. Haha! Uh-oh…I’m in for it now. The look on Adam’s face was so raw with lust that it made Kris tremble from head to toe. Drowning, I’m drowning. Without moving his eyes an inch from Kris’, Adam sheathed himself with the condom, took the cock ring off of Kris’ wrist and wrapped it tightly around the base of his dick. Oh my god, how is it possibly for him to be so sexy? He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Adam’s ear. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
Adam shuddered and then put two long fingers in his mouth, sucking on them until spit dribbled down to his wrist. He reached around Kris and pushed both fingers into his hole at the same time. Kris arched his back and rocked onto Adam’s fingers, little whimpered cries falling from his lips. Then he felt air underneath him as strong hands lifted him up by his ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and lowered him slowly onto Adam’s waiting cock. “Mmmmm, Adam….” Kris moaned and threw his head back, a blissful expression on his face, spine curved in a graceful ‘S’ and his red wings trailing down to the ground.
“Kris…” Adam said in a choked voice, “you’re so beautiful, my dark angel…so beautiful.”
Kris gazed at him adoringly. “No Adam, you’re the beautiful one” my love. He twined their hands together and began riding Adam up and down, his length rigid and straining under the cock ring. They moved slowly at first, and then faster as they found a rhythm with Kris pounding down and Adam thrusting up at the same time. Adam leaned forward and crushed Kris to his body, biting his chest as their skin slapped together harder and harder. Kris’ cock rubbed against Adam’s torso and he keened loudly, knowing that he would have come already if not for the strap restraining him. “Adam…Adam…please baby…let me come!” he wailed.
But Adam dug his fingers into Kris’ hips and rocked them faster…faster…harder…the couch began to creek with every thrust…Kris’ wings were flying out behind him…their moans and cries were desperate…frantic…Adam reached down and unsnapped Kris’ bond…Kris’ bottom lip quivered and then his mouth stretched wide open in a scream…. “AAADDAAMM!!!!!”…hot cum stained Adam’s chest…Kris rose up all the way off Adam’s iron hard cock and slammed back down…Adam’s entire body seized and he drew blood with his fangs… “oh…oh…OH GOD….KRIS….FUCK!!!”
Drops of blood mixed with cum glued them together and they fell as one tangled body to their side on the couch. Their hearts beat in time to the pounding club music, racing, thumping against rib cages. “Kris…my sweet dark angel,” said Adam after a while of just stroking Kris’ hair.
Kris burrowed himself into Adam’s embrace as deeply as possible. Can I stay here forever? But suddenly, the curtain was thrown back, and a disheveled Neil with his kilt on backwards stood there, smirking at them. “Time to move on boys! The night is still young!” he bellowed like a bull.
Ten minutes later they were in another cab on their way to the next club. They hit three more that night, and at each one Kris and Adam danced, drank and fucked until Kris didn’t think he would ever be able to walk properly again. When they were done screwing at what they had decided would be the last club of the night, Kris and a very wobbly Adam found Neil at the bar, looking just as fucked out as they were.
“You’re pretty,” Adam said with a giggle to Kris, stumbling a bit and flailing his arms out to stop himself from falling down. Adam had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol throughout the night, much more than Kris and Neil had; they were definitely tipsy but not as far gone as Adam.
“You’re pretty, too…and wasted,” Kris said, laughing and trying to steady Adam on his feet.
“I gotta pee,” said Adam, still giggling. “Pee, pee, pee…that’s a funny word…peeeeee.”
“Oh jesus, we better help him or he’ll piss all over everything,” said Neil, rolling his eyes. They each slung one of Adam’s arms around their neck and hauled him off to the bathroom. They put him in a stall because it lessened their chances of getting pissed on.
“Does he get this drunk every year?” Kris asked Neil as they waited for Adam.
“Actually no, he never drinks when we go out because he knows it clouds his judgment. But I think he must have felt safe to let his guard down because you’re with him.”
He is safe with me. I wouldn’t let him do anything he’d regret in the morning.
They heard Adam singing in the stall. “Pretty angel…pretty pretty anggellllll.”
Kris barked out a laugh and went to get him. “Come on, baby…time to go home.”
“I’m going to get us a cab,” said Neil, “can you handle him?”
“Sure,” said Kris. “Adam, my gorgeous drunkard, it’s time to go home.” He helped Adam zip up and dragged him out of the stall.
“Hooommee, hooommee with pretty pretty angggeelllll!”
They were almost at the bathroom door when Adam planted his feet and looked at Kris. “Come…home,” he said with a slurred voice,” with me…pretty angel.”
“What? No, baby, you’re going to your home and I’m going to mine, remember?”
“Nooooooo, home with meeee.”
“Adam, you’re drunk, you’re not thinking clearly. You don’t want me to come home with you.”
“Yes,” Adam said, looking seriously at Kris and trying for all the world to speak coherently, “come…home with me…angel.”
“Did you plan this? Did you plan for me to come home with you tonight?”
“No, but you’re soooo pretty, angel…please…pleeease…come home with me.”
“Adam…no, I can’t.”
Adam’s lips trembled and tears began to form in his eyes. “Angel…doesn’t…want me?”
“Of course I want you, more than anything…haven’t I shown you that all night?”
“Then…why…”
“Because, it shouldn’t be like this…not like this.” But Kris knew that it was pointless to try to reason with him when he was in this state.
Adam fell back against the bathroom wall and began to weep. “Angel doesn’t want meeeee!”
Kris felt his heart breaking. Shit. What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Bonus Ficlet
Pairing: Kris/Adam [AU]
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,557
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I own nothing. None of this happened.
Warnings: This story involves character struggle with trauma and PTSD and may contain material that is triggering or upsetting to readers. Graphic sex in nearly every chapter. Language. Further warnings will be posted in the appropriate chapters.
Summary: Adam is a local singer with a troubled past and Kris, a department store clerk struggling to change his over compliant and passive ways. When the two meet by chance in the most unlikely of places, neither could have known how much they would end up needing the other. Set in Los Angeles in the year 2009-10.
A/N: It's the longest chapter ever! I'm warning you now that the next chapter will not be up very quickly. I need to catch up on some things in RL...like sleep lol. But I promise that it will be less than a week. Thank you so much for your comments and feedback! <3
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Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Kris set down his guitar and walked to Matt’s room. He knocked and called, “Hey man, you up yet?”
A muffled “go away” came from behind the door. “Come on, I need to ask you a favor…open up."
Kris heard a groan and a curse and then the door swung open. “Shit…it’s ten o’clock on a Saturday…this had better be good.”
“Well, see, Ali is coming over today at four to help me get ready, and I…well I know the game is on then and I wondered if maybe you could watch it somewhere else?"
Matt looked at him grumpily. “And this couldn’t have waited until I was conscious?"
“I wanted to give you time to make other plans, you know, trying to be thoughtful here.” Matt rolled his eyes and shut the door. “So is that a yes?” Kris called.
“Yes, you dork, now go away.”
Kris went back to his room. He’d been up since seven, alternately pacing, playing his guitar, checking the time and re-reading the notes about his demo album for the professor. But none of this helped, and he knew he was going to have to find better ways to distract himself until Alisan arrived. It’s just a costume party…no reason to be so nervous. He picked up the notes again.
Kris, your demo is excellent. Your overall sound is very clean and the melodies are intricate without being showy. I think that you could be marketable as a singer-songwriter like John Mayer before he went blues. The major criticism I have is that you come across as less than confident on some of the tracks. I took the liberty of detailing some notes on each song and I hope you find them helpful. I suggest you do a little reworking and then I’d be happy to see if I can get my friend over at Aware Records to give it a listen.
Kris had read this and the individual song notes at least five times already that morning. Less than confident…well that was before Adam. He couldn’t wait to get started on reworking the songs, but right now he couldn’t concentrate so he threw on some sweats and headed to the gym, hoping a good work out would release his nervous energy.
“Ouch! Ali, that was my eyeball!” Kris yelled and rubbed at his watering eye.
“Well if you would sit still…” she said with a sigh. “You did alright yesterday.”
“I wasn’t nervous yesterday,” he said, and looked up to the ceiling so Alisan could try the eyeliner again.
She leaned in and held his eyelid with her thumb. “You’re going to be fine…don’t worry! Just try to relax and think about Adam’s face when he sees you tonight.”
Kris sighed dreamily, imagining the scene. “That’s better…just stay like that, Kris.”
He tried to concentrate on not blinking and a question popped into his brain. “Ali, does Adam go to therapy? I mean, well, you don’t have to answer that if it’s too personal.”
Alisan stepped back and put down the pencil. “It’s okay. He used to go, for years after the incident, but not anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’s too stubborn. After he was functioning well enough on his own, he stopped going, but now…well he probably knows that she wouldn’t have approved of the way he was dealing with things. I wish he’d go back, but he’s so independent…he doesn’t like needing help.” She looked at him thoughtfully. “But to be perfectly honest, I don’t think he was ready or willing to change until you came along.”
Kris tried to absorb the enormity of her statement. How could a regular guy like me inspire that kind of change in someone?
It was going on 6:30 and they were nearly done. Fifteen minutes later, Alisan stepped back to admire him. “Wow. Kris, you look incredibly hot…if you weren’t gay…” Kris chuckled and blushed. “Seriously,” she said, “go look at yourself in a full length mirror if you have one.”
He walked into his bedroom, being careful not to damage the wings going through the doorway, and moved in front of the mirror on his wall. “Holy shit.” He looked like an anime character come to life. The leather pants clung to his body, defining his leg muscles and ass, and they were tight enough to remind him of Adam’s sex pants that left nothing to the imagination in front.
His bare chest and arms seemed to glow with the help of a lightly tinted, shiny lotion Alisan had applied. The wings, secured to his back by a liberal amount of body glue, rose up above his shoulders and then fell gracefully down to his calves, outlining his entire body like a blood red picture frame. And his face…how did she do that? His eyes seemed more brown, wider and deeper, and around each eye she had created a black wing shape that stretched to his temples. Kris had tried to draw the line at lipstick, but Alisan had bullied him into it -- medium red covered lightly by black and outlined with a black pencil -- and he had to admit that the effect was stunning.
Finally, she had worked her magic on his hair, somehow managing to make it look like he’d just rolled around in bed with someone and been fucked silly. It was sticking up messily all over the place with a few strands falling into his face. He shook his head and not a single hair moved. I’m going to need three showers to get clean.
Alisan walked in and beamed at him. “I’m a genius,” she said. “Now for the finishing touches.” She snapped a black strap around his wrist. He examined it for a moment.
“Oh my god! Is that…Ali, is that a cock ring?” he exclaimed.
She giggled. “Well we are going for a sexy angel look here.”
“Jesus!” he laughed, “I’ll be lucky to make it out of there alive!”
“Okay I’m not done yet.” She held up two small bottles, one was full of something shiny and the other was a bottle of black nail polish.
“And that’s glitter, isn’t it?” he said with a groan. “Well, I’ve done this much. Lay it on me.”
At 7:30 they left together for the party. Alisan had changed into her costume, a sexy kitten complete with catsuit, ears and a tail. “How on earth do you walk in those things?” Kris asked, pointing to her six-inch heels as they got in her car.
“Lots of practice and many years of Lambert family Halloween parties.”
The drive took about twenty minutes and Kris had to lean forward the whole time because of his wings. “Wow, big family,” he remarked at seeing all the cars parked around the house and down the street.
“You have no idea. This is a huge annual event and all the relatives come out of the woodwork for it.” She glanced over at Kris. “You’re going to be fine…I promise. I’d tell you to stick with me but I have a feeling Adam is going to want you all to himself,” she said with a grin.
They found a spot about a block away and walked to the house. The night air was chilly and Kris shivered, half naked and anxious. I can’t believe I’m doing this. His whole family…oh my god…and I’m wearing wings and a cock ring. I must have been crazy to agree to this.
When they got to the door, Alisan opened it and walked right in. She must be like part of the family. They stood in the decorated entrance hall of a large and beautiful house and heard music coming from somewhere. Alisan took him by the arm and said, “you ready?”
“Yes.” No, not really, no way.
She winked and walked him to a set of wooden double doors. Kris took a deep breath. Alisan turned the handle and pushed open the doors. The room on the other side was packed with people in costumes laughing, talking and dancing to the thumping music. Suddenly, there was a collective intake of breath as they looked around and saw Kris and Alisan standing there. Then someone let out a loud wolf whistle. “Damn Ali! Is that your date?”
“No,” a voice called from across the room, “he’s mine.” There was an outbreak of shocked mumbles as everyone looked at Adam.
And then Kris saw him. Holy fucking wow. Kris’ eyes bugged out and his pants felt impossibly tighter as he stared and stared at Adam. A vampire…the sexiest, hottest… Kris thought he might come in his pants from just looking at him. He was dressed entirely in black, but the clothes were intricate and fit every line and curve of his body. Tiny black and red gems were worked into a mesh see-through shirt that sparkled with every movement. Over the shirt was a leather jacket, which was detailed with complex stitching and rhinestones. The sleeves of the jacket came down to a point over the backs of his hands and looped around his middle fingers. His pants were leather as well but had criss-crossed openings up the entire outer side of each leg. He wore a silver collar around his neck and a ring on each of his long fingers.
There were streaks of blonde in his hair, which looked like it had extensions in it to make it fall into his face. His brows were arched high and blood red lips contrasted sharply with his paler than usual skin. Kris could just see the points of fangs protruding over his bottom lip. But it was Adam’s eyes that were wreaking havoc on Kris in that moment. Eyes that sparkled darkly somehow, rimmed with black and blue, eyes that were staring at Kris possessively, eyes screaming with lust that were demanding satisfaction…now.
The room was silent save for the music; people looked back and forth at them, waiting for something to happen. Then Adam was on the move and everyone stepped away from him as he walked purposefully across the room, taking off his fangs as he went. Kris felt Alisan leave his side. No one else existed in that moment but Adam…Adam…Adam. Adam stopped in front of Kris, looked him up and down once and pulled him into a long, fierce kiss right there in front of everyone. Okay I’m ready to go now…please take me away and destroy me with your sex.
The crowd whistled some more and they finally broke apart, panting. Adam threw Kris a get-ready-to-be-fucked look and then turned around to face the room. “Everyone, this is Kris, my boyfriend. Kris, meet my crazy family.”
Adam laughed loudly at their shocked expressions, but soon their gawping mouths turned into delighted smiles and called out congratulations like they were all at a wedding. They tried to pull Kris away and began to fight over who would get to talk to him first, but Adam came to his rescue. “In a minute, in a minute…I need a…private word with Kris and then I’ll bring him back, I promise.” They all laughed knowingly and let Kris go with Adam.
“A dark angel…holy mother of fuck, Ali gets ten pairs of new shoes for this, plus an extra pair for the cock ring!” Adam was dragging Kris through the house to god knows where and every once in a while he would stop and throw Kris to a wall to kiss and grope him.
“Adam…” Kris panted, “want you so bad…so bad, baby…where are we going?”
“Library,” he said and continued walking until they finally reached a room in the back corner of the house.
A minute later Kris was naked and flat on his back with his legs in the air on a large desk, wings digging into his shoulders and Adam balls-deep into his ass. Anyone passing by would have clearly heard the yells and moans coming from the room, but everyone was at the party on the other side of the house.
The library door opened after ten minutes and they came out, makeup smeared and Kris’ hair even more tousled. Kris wiped a shaking hand over his brow and silently thanked Alisan for using so much glue to secure the wings. They stood and kissed some more in the hallway until they figured they should probably get back to the party.
“Okay,” said Adam, “now everyone is going to want to get to know you and I’m perfectly fine with that, but I’m not leaving your side for an instant because it will keep them from telling embarrassing childhood stories about me. Plus…” he leered at Kris and grabbed his ass.
“I know,” said Kris, “I want to be at your disposal, too, Adam, as many times as we can manage in a night.”
They made their way back to the party, stopping to make out several times before they reached it. Some kind of agreement must have been made while they were gone because only two people approached Kris this time. They must be his parents.
“Leila,” said a scantily clad Cleopatra, and held out her hand. “It’s so good to meet you, Kris. Adam told us he was bringing someone tonight and obviously we were thrilled,” she smiled warmly. “And I’m Eber,” said a man who was dressed as Marc Antony. Kris shook both of their hands.
“I feel a bit embarrassed to be meeting you as a half-naked angel, ma’am,” Kris said with a blush, “but thank you for the warm welcome. Your house is beautiful Mr. and Mrs. Lambert.”
“Oh, he’s so polite, Adam,” his mom exclaimed. “Please, honey, call me Leila and don’t worry about it…it’s a costume party and you look absolutely devastating.”
“He’s from the south mom, they grow them with manners down there,” Adam chuckled, “and lay off my man…he’s taken.”
“Where in the south are you from, Kris?” asked Eber.
“Arkansas, sir,” Kris replied.
He laughed genially, “oh lord, please don’t call me sir, it makes me feel old. Eber will do just fine.”
“Adam tells us you’re a musician,” said Leila.
“Yes, ma’am, I mean Leila…I play the guitar.”
“And the viola, and the ukulele and he sings like…an angel,” Adam said, flashing a huge, pleased smile at Kris.
He’s proud of me? That is just too adorable. “I’m nowhere near as good as Adam at singing…he’s incredibly talented.”
Leila smiled. “Isn’t he though? I just wish he’d let us come watch him perform someti-”
“Hey hey hey! It’s the man of the hour!” called a bare-chested man who seemed to appear out of nowhere, wearing a plaid kilt and sash.
Adam looked intensely relieved to see the man; he pulled him into a side hug and smiled. “Kris, this is my brother Neil, and he does not look as hot as you do without a shirt on. Neil, please tell me you’re wearing something under that kilt?” Neil punched Adam in the ribs and held out his hand to Kris.
“Nice to meet you, Neil,” Kris said with a chuckle and shook his hand. That looked like a rescue if I ever saw one. I bet his mom doesn’t know what Adam has been doing at the club.
“So Kris, you’re coming out with us later on, right?” Neil asked.
“Apparently I am. Can’t say that I have much experience with club hopping though.”
Neil snorted. “Bro, you better keep a close watch on him otherwise he’ll get eaten alive out there.”
Adam clutched Kris to his side and gave his ass a firm squeeze.
“So boys, I hope you’re all planning to play games tonight,” said Leila. Adam gave Kris a knowing look and Eber and Neil laughed. “Adam! Not those kind of games,” she said, rolling her eyes, “save those for later. I mean party games!”
“Ooo, those are actually fun most of the time, Kris,” said Adam. “Are we playing ‘spooky shot’ this year?”
I love seeing him like this. He’s so relaxed and sociable! It’s almost like there are two Adams…I wonder if he’ll ever be this comfortable in public.
“Definitely! And I think you’ll especially enjoy ‘siamese twin relay’ this year, Adam,” Eber said with a wink to his son.
Just then, Alisan joined them. “Guys, the natives are getting restless. Everyone wants to talk to Kris and you’re hogging him.”
Leila sighed. “Oh all right. Adam, don’t let him out of your sight, young man, or you’ll never get him back…he’ll get swamped by all of your aunts!”
Adam laughed and told her not to worry. As soon as they turned toward the crowd, Kris was in hot demand, but Adam kept his arm wrapped tightly around Kris’ waist. Kris smiled up at Adam. I belong to him. Everyone wanted to know where he was from, what the south was like and how he and Adam had met. Kris let Adam handle those questions and Adam just said that they’d met at a store one day and left it at that. On and on the relatives came and Kris could see that Adam was growing uncomfortable about certain questions being thrown at them.
“Excuse me, ma’am…Lorraine, is it? I need to go get a drink…all this talking. Adam, could you help me out?”
Adam nodded fervently and guided him swiftly away from aunt Lorraine.
“Where are you two headed off to? We’re about to start the games!” called Adam’s mom.
“We’ll be back in fifteen!” Adam yelled to her over his shoulder. They practically ran to the library this time.
When they returned, Alisan cornered Kris to reapply his lipstick and then adjusted his wings. “Whoo! You are getting a workout tonight, sweetie!” she said with a giggle, “told you dark angel was a genius idea!”
Kris looked at her with sex-glazed eyes. “I love you,” he said dopily.
She slapped his face a few times. “Pull yourself together, Kris, the night is still young.”
Adam had been standing nearby waiting for Kris. “Your time is up, Ali,” he said, walking over, “give him back.”
Suddenly the music stopped and Eber’s loud voice boomed out, “The games are about to begin! In honor of my son’s guest, we’ll be starting out with the ‘siamese twin relay’.” The crowd laughed and Kris gave Adam a quizzical look, but he just waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Eber split everyone up into two teams and told them to pair up with someone on their team and form a line. Then he walked around to the pairs, put them back-to-back and told them to keep their arms linked together. When he got to Adam and Kris, he winked and said, “Now Kris, because of your wings, I think you and Adam should go front-to-front instead.” No complaints here. “Okay! Each pair do your best to reach your team’s the bucket at the end of the room and get back to the starting line without unlocking your arms! Whichever team gets the most candy out of the bucket wins!”
Adam and Kris stood in the middle of their line and wrapped their arms around each other eagerly. They couldn’t help but kiss passionately as they waited for their turn. I can't believe I'm kissing him like this in front of his family!
“Ahem!” someone called from the back of the line. “Lover boys, it’s your turn next!”
They looked up and smiled at each other. “I really feel like reading a good book after this game, Kris, don’t you?”
“Absolutely.” Best party ever.
They did a horrible job at the game because once they started walking, their groins kept rubbing up against each other and it was terribly distracting. Kris managed to grab two pieces of candy from the bucket and they laughed all the way back to the starting line. They got persuaded to play a silly game of pumpkin ring toss and then snuck out of the room.
When they emerged from the library for the third time that evening, Kris’ wings were definitely starting to look disheveled and he had a permanent grin on his face.
“Excellent!” cheered Adam, “we’re back just in time for ‘spooky shot’ to start! I’ll let my dad explain.”
It turned out to be a simple drinking game where the punishment for saying a ‘taboo’ word was to drink a shot of alcohol. The taboo word for the night was ‘costume’. Kris thought that Adam would be very good at this since he was probably used to screening himself so much.
As the evening wore on, more relatives in varying states of inebriation tried to tempt Kris into conversation, but he was finding it difficult to focus. He was not good at filtering himself and had been told to drink a few shots. However, he’d been dead on about Adam, who had only said ‘costume’ once the whole evening and was still firmly clutching Kris’ waist, moving them away when the more intoxicated people lost their judgment and started asking questions about Kris and Adam’s relationship that were too personal.
Close to midnight, Neil found them and asked if they were ready to go. Before they left, Alisan took ten minutes and did a pretty good job at restoring Kris’ costume and makeup to its pre-sex state. He gave her an enormous bear hug. “Thank you so much, for everything.”
“Go have a blast. Adam, you take good care of this man, now, you hear me? Don’t let those crazy boys get their paws on him.”
“I won’t, Ali. Don’t worry, he’s safe with me.” Adam gave her a kiss on the cheek and then reattached his fangs. They were almost out the door when Kris insisted that he be allowed to say goodbye to Adam’s parents first.
“Such a gentleman,” said Leila after Adam had found his parents and led them over to Kris. “I hope you had a wonderful time, Kris. I’m so happy you came and I hope we get to see you again soon.”
“Have a good time, boys. Kris, it was a pleasure to meet you,” said Eber.
Kris shook their hands again and thanked them for their hospitality.
They hopped into a cab with Neil sitting in front. Adam leaned back against the inside of the back door and Kris draped his body all over him, wings up so they wouldn’t get squished. Neil gave up trying to talk to them after a while since all they were interested in was seeing how close they could get to actually having sex with their clothes on.
The first club they went to was one that Kris had driven by countless times but had never been in to. Never been to any clubs except Adam’s. He had no idea what was in store for him tonight, but as long as he was with Adam, he didn’t care. After getting their wrists stamped, they went in and all Kris could see were flashing lights illuminating a mass of bodies, some in costumes. He got a fair number of stares, mostly from men who then tried to grab his ass. They backed off once they saw that he was with Adam, however, since he was well known in this area. Adam led them to the bar and ordered a vodka tonic.
“Well gents, I’m off…I see a few ladies over there who look like they are dying to know what’s under my kilt.” Neil left them at the bar and Kris just looked around, trying to get a feel for the evening.
“Come on, gorgeous, you and that fine ass of yours need to dance with me,” said Adam, dragging Kris into the crowd.
“Dance? Uh, I might need a few more drinks in me first, Adam.”
“Oh no, baby, you just let me lead the way.” They got to the middle of the floor and Adam clutched Kris tightly to his body. “Just pretend that we’re fucking,” he said with a smirk.
I can do that. Adam gripped Kris’ ass and began to grind against him in time to the beat. Ohhhh, yes, I can definitely to that. He rolled his hips and reached up to pull Adam down for a kiss, feeling the fangs press on his tongue and lips. Kris discovered that he had some rhythm in him and soon he was lost in the music and Adam’s body wrapped around him.
“You look so hot tonight, baby, so fucking hot,” Adam said huskily, caressing Kris’ wings and then his bare back.
“Me? Goddam, Adam, I almost came in my pants when I first saw you tonight!”
Adam growled, tilted Kris’ head back and ran his fangs up Kris’ neck, ending with a bite just under his ear. Kris moaned and ground harder into Adam. “Does this place have a back room somewhere?” he asked, grinning wickedly.
“You’re damn right it does,” Adam said, taking Kris’ hand and leading them out of the throng of people. The back room was more of a back area with a couch and a curtain drawn around it, but it was obviously occupied at the moment. Kris walked Adam back into a wall, his hands everywhere like he couldn’t get enough of touching him, and they locked in a heated kiss until they finally heard the unmistakable sounds of two people climaxing. A couple stumbled out from behind the curtain a minute later and Adam pulled them in.
Kris pushed Adam down onto the couch, but not too roughly, and immediately went for his pants. “Want to taste you, baby…want you in my mouth.” Adam groaned and helped Kris get his complicated, criss-crossed leather pants off. So beautiful… Almost reverently, Kris ran a finger up Adam’s pulsing member. Then he stood up, took off his own pants and knelt back down, wanting Adam to see a completely naked angel between his legs.
Adam sucked in a breath at this sight and licked his lips. “Kris…that is so…” was all he got out before moaning loudly when Kris’s mouth enveloped his cock. Kris had no patience to take his time tonight and he gorged himself on Adam’s hot meat, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard as his head moved up and down. Kris felt Adam grip his head and start to buck into his mouth. “Oh…oh…ohhhh…Kris…baby…” Kris relaxed his throat and took Adam all the way in. “Fuck!” Adam shouted. Suddenly Adam grabbed Kris under the arms and lifted him right off the floor.
“Hey I wasn’t done with that!” Kris said, pouting. But his disappointment was short lived when he found himself straddling Adam a second later.
“Sorry to take your candy away, my sexy little rabbit angel, but I’ll give you something sweet in return,” he said in a low voice and kissed Kris, biting down with his fangs and reaching to the floor for his pants at the same time. But Kris surprised him by whipping out a condom from his own pants faster than Adam could. Haha! Uh-oh…I’m in for it now. The look on Adam’s face was so raw with lust that it made Kris tremble from head to toe. Drowning, I’m drowning. Without moving his eyes an inch from Kris’, Adam sheathed himself with the condom, took the cock ring off of Kris’ wrist and wrapped it tightly around the base of his dick. Oh my god, how is it possibly for him to be so sexy? He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Adam’s ear. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
Adam shuddered and then put two long fingers in his mouth, sucking on them until spit dribbled down to his wrist. He reached around Kris and pushed both fingers into his hole at the same time. Kris arched his back and rocked onto Adam’s fingers, little whimpered cries falling from his lips. Then he felt air underneath him as strong hands lifted him up by his ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and lowered him slowly onto Adam’s waiting cock. “Mmmmm, Adam….” Kris moaned and threw his head back, a blissful expression on his face, spine curved in a graceful ‘S’ and his red wings trailing down to the ground.
“Kris…” Adam said in a choked voice, “you’re so beautiful, my dark angel…so beautiful.”
Kris gazed at him adoringly. “No Adam, you’re the beautiful one” my love. He twined their hands together and began riding Adam up and down, his length rigid and straining under the cock ring. They moved slowly at first, and then faster as they found a rhythm with Kris pounding down and Adam thrusting up at the same time. Adam leaned forward and crushed Kris to his body, biting his chest as their skin slapped together harder and harder. Kris’ cock rubbed against Adam’s torso and he keened loudly, knowing that he would have come already if not for the strap restraining him. “Adam…Adam…please baby…let me come!” he wailed.
But Adam dug his fingers into Kris’ hips and rocked them faster…faster…harder…the couch began to creek with every thrust…Kris’ wings were flying out behind him…their moans and cries were desperate…frantic…Adam reached down and unsnapped Kris’ bond…Kris’ bottom lip quivered and then his mouth stretched wide open in a scream…. “AAADDAAMM!!!!!”…hot cum stained Adam’s chest…Kris rose up all the way off Adam’s iron hard cock and slammed back down…Adam’s entire body seized and he drew blood with his fangs… “oh…oh…OH GOD….KRIS….FUCK!!!”
Drops of blood mixed with cum glued them together and they fell as one tangled body to their side on the couch. Their hearts beat in time to the pounding club music, racing, thumping against rib cages. “Kris…my sweet dark angel,” said Adam after a while of just stroking Kris’ hair.
Kris burrowed himself into Adam’s embrace as deeply as possible. Can I stay here forever? But suddenly, the curtain was thrown back, and a disheveled Neil with his kilt on backwards stood there, smirking at them. “Time to move on boys! The night is still young!” he bellowed like a bull.
Ten minutes later they were in another cab on their way to the next club. They hit three more that night, and at each one Kris and Adam danced, drank and fucked until Kris didn’t think he would ever be able to walk properly again. When they were done screwing at what they had decided would be the last club of the night, Kris and a very wobbly Adam found Neil at the bar, looking just as fucked out as they were.
“You’re pretty,” Adam said with a giggle to Kris, stumbling a bit and flailing his arms out to stop himself from falling down. Adam had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol throughout the night, much more than Kris and Neil had; they were definitely tipsy but not as far gone as Adam.
“You’re pretty, too…and wasted,” Kris said, laughing and trying to steady Adam on his feet.
“I gotta pee,” said Adam, still giggling. “Pee, pee, pee…that’s a funny word…peeeeee.”
“Oh jesus, we better help him or he’ll piss all over everything,” said Neil, rolling his eyes. They each slung one of Adam’s arms around their neck and hauled him off to the bathroom. They put him in a stall because it lessened their chances of getting pissed on.
“Does he get this drunk every year?” Kris asked Neil as they waited for Adam.
“Actually no, he never drinks when we go out because he knows it clouds his judgment. But I think he must have felt safe to let his guard down because you’re with him.”
He is safe with me. I wouldn’t let him do anything he’d regret in the morning.
They heard Adam singing in the stall. “Pretty angel…pretty pretty anggellllll.”
Kris barked out a laugh and went to get him. “Come on, baby…time to go home.”
“I’m going to get us a cab,” said Neil, “can you handle him?”
“Sure,” said Kris. “Adam, my gorgeous drunkard, it’s time to go home.” He helped Adam zip up and dragged him out of the stall.
“Hooommee, hooommee with pretty pretty angggeelllll!”
They were almost at the bathroom door when Adam planted his feet and looked at Kris. “Come…home,” he said with a slurred voice,” with me…pretty angel.”
“What? No, baby, you’re going to your home and I’m going to mine, remember?”
“Nooooooo, home with meeee.”
“Adam, you’re drunk, you’re not thinking clearly. You don’t want me to come home with you.”
“Yes,” Adam said, looking seriously at Kris and trying for all the world to speak coherently, “come…home with me…angel.”
“Did you plan this? Did you plan for me to come home with you tonight?”
“No, but you’re soooo pretty, angel…please…pleeease…come home with me.”
“Adam…no, I can’t.”
Adam’s lips trembled and tears began to form in his eyes. “Angel…doesn’t…want me?”
“Of course I want you, more than anything…haven’t I shown you that all night?”
“Then…why…”
“Because, it shouldn’t be like this…not like this.” But Kris knew that it was pointless to try to reason with him when he was in this state.
Adam fell back against the bathroom wall and began to weep. “Angel doesn’t want meeeee!”
Kris felt his heart breaking. Shit. What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Bonus Ficlet