Fic: The Tie [23/66]
“I know, baby, I know…but I have to go back to work tomorrow morning.”
It was 9pm on Sunday night. Kris and Adam were standing in the middle of Adam’s living room locked in each other’s arms. Kris’ bag was packed and sitting by the door ready to go.
“Please don’t leave,” whispered Adam, clutching Kris tightly to his chest.
“Adam, my love, you’re breaking my heart here. I want to stay, god knows I do.”
“Then stay, angel. You can go to work from here in the morning. I’ll even promise not to pounce on you when you wake up so you can get ready,” Adam said with a little smile. “Please, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
It had been a spectacular day. Kris had indeed been pounced on the moment that he’d opened his eyes. After fucking him senseless, Adam made omelets for them and then insisted on watching the news channel for an hour. With no plans and no work for Adam anymore, they spent the day doing whatever they wanted, which ended up to be a make out session in the shower, grocery shopping and messing around in the studio. Kris was so appreciative of the dinner Adam cooked that he offered to give him another rimjob, which he had accepted with great enthusiasm. At 7pm, Kris started hinting that he had to go home. An hour and a half later he’d walked around the apartment gathering up his things, but Adam kept putting them back and whining exactly like a ‘puppy.’
Shit…this is so hard. I need to go home, but what if he gets so upset that he has another episode and I’m not here? Kris suddenly remembered what Sheila said about taking care of himself. She forgot to mention that it would feel like my heart was being ripped from my body. “But I don’t have my work clothes with me. Please, try to understand? I love you so much, but I really need to go home.”
Adam sighed in what sounded like resignation.
“How about this? You call me when you’re in bed and we can have phone sex and talk until you fall asleep,” Kris suggested.
“Okay,” Adam said, pouting. “But when do I get to see you again?”
Oh god, that bottom lip is so tempting. “Well I have class tomorrow night, so how about after work on Tuesday?” Unable to bear Adam’s pout any longer, Kris lifted up to his toes and sucked on his favorite freckle.
Adam moaned and kissed him, then started to walk them back to his bedroom. Damn, I should have resisted! He tried to pull back but Adam wasn’t having it, and there was nothing he could do since Adam had those made-to-manhandle-Kris arms. “Baby,” he said in a muffled voice against Adam’s mouth.
Adam broke the kiss and a predatory look replaced his puppy eyes in an instant. “Nope, sorry gorgeous, but you don’t get a choice after that.” He kept moving them, his hands on Kris’ ass, out of the living room and down the hallway.
“That’s not fair, I defy anyone to resist such a cute freckle!” Now Kris was the one whining.
When they reached the bedroom, Adam pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him. “Are you going to behave, my little rabbit, or do I need to get out my whip again?”
Kris gasped, wide-eyed, and tried to figure out if he should give in or fight. Oohhhhh, but the whip…the whip! Of course, if he’d insisted on it, Kris knew that Adam would let him leave, but…who am I kidding? I’ll go home afterwards. “I won’t behave,” he said and tried to wriggle out from under Adam, praying that he had been serious about his threat.
“Oh? Well now, I think you’ll have to pay the price for that.” Adam unbuckled his belt, pulled it off and wound it tightly around Kris’ wrists. That did it; there was no way that Kris was going anywhere now. Yessssss! Little did Adam know that on their very first night together, he had fulfilled one of Kris’ most cherished fantasies by tying him up to the window in the club room. He fidgeted some more until Adam slammed his hips down into Kris. “You are going to lie on this bed and not move until I say so, my kinky rabbit….isn’t that right?”
“Yes…yes, anything,” Kris nodded franticly. His dick was already hard and painful beneath his jeans.
Adam got up and opened his closet. While he wasn’t looking, Kris moved his wrists slightly, loving the feel of the leather binding them.
“You better not be moving over there or I won’t try out any of my wonderful toys on you!” Adam called from the depths of the walk-in closet.
Toys? Kris couldn’t help but squeal in delight, imagining what Adam would bring out. He heard a deep chuckle. “Excited, are you? Hmmm, oh yes, that will do nicely,” said Adam wickedly. He emerged from the closet carrying the whip, a dildo, a pocketknife, a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold and a cock ring. Kris’ brain went it to overdrive and he started to pant in anticipation. “Now let’s just see if I can discover some more of Kris Allen’s kinks, shall I?”
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. He wasn’t sure about the dildo, but everything else made him wild with desire. Feeling more daring than usual, he stared at Adam and licked the belt that was restraining his hands.
Adam’s eyes flew open, but then he squeezed them shut and let out a soft moan. He shivered and pinned Kris with a heated gaze. “You are a bad…wicked…rabbit,” he said gruffly, stalking to the bed.
“Yes, I’m a bad rabbit, punish me…punish me…” said Kris huskily. He looks like a ravenous wolf!
Adam reached the side of the bed and suddenly dropped down to his knees and disappeared. What the…? Kris heard some rustling beneath the bed and a ‘click,’ and then Adam rose from the floor holding his half of the tie. At the sight of it, Kris groaned and tried to rub his crotch with his bound hands. His own part of the tie was a souvenir of their first night and therefore a love object, but it had also become a kink object and a symbol of his secret bondage fetish. Not so secret anymore. There was something even hotter about Adam using his half to bind Kris.
“Oh no you don’t,” Adam growled, yanking Kris’ hands away. He considered Kris, the toys and the bed and tossed aside the handcuffs. Kris frowned, watching them bounce once on the floor. No handcuffs? But his disappointment would be short-lived. Adam hauled him up the bed and unfastened the belt, instead strapping each wrist separately to the base of the headboard at opposite corners, one with the belt and the other with the tie. Kris liked this new position immediately, but was upset that he was still clothed and wondered how Adam would take care of his shirt now that he was all tied up. He eyed the pocketknife and licked his lips, then began to squirm as his briefs got wetter and wetter. “Now, now,” Adam chided, “I can’t have you moving around like that.” He re-entered the closet and came out with two scarves, stripped off Kris’ pants and tied each ankle to the frame at the end of the bed, leaving him completely trussed up in nothing but a green t-shirt and black, sopping underwear.
“Please…” Kris moaned and shuddered, unable to stop himself from bucking into the air.
“Mmmm…I think I like having you at my mercy, my sexy, tied up rabbit.” Adam sat on the bed and ran one finger down Kris’ cotton covered dick. Kris whimpered and bucked again. “But I’ll have to do something about these,” Adam said, hooking one finger under the band of Kris’ briefs, “and your shirt, of course.”
Kris glanced at the knife again and felt his heart start to race. “I d-don’t care about the shirt,” he stuttered. Many years ago one of his boyfriends had been into knifeplay, but only for about a week, and Kris hadn’t had to courage to ask for it after that despite how much it turned him on.
“No? Hmmm...you seem awfully interested in this,” Adam said picking up the pocketknife and bouncing it in his hand. Kris followed the knife’s movement and watched as Adam slowly opened the blade. He moaned and writhed as much his bonds would allow. “Why Kristopher, who would have imagined?” Adam teased. He trailed the flat of the blade from the collar of Kris’ shirt to the hem. I’m dreaming. There is no way that my fantasies are actually coming to life. “Hold still, lover,” Adam said softly, suddenly gentle and cautious. He lifted the hem of Kris’ shirt and cut it with the knife. Kris held his breath and watched the gleaming metal coming towards him as it sliced open the cotton. When his chest was finally bared, Adam drew the blade edge lightly around Kris’ nipples and down to his navel before sitting back and closing the knife.
Kris thrashed on the bed, frenzied with want and more turned on than he could ever remember being. “Touch me…please, Adam…touch me!” But Adam just looked at him lovingly. What happened to the wolf? Why is he being so gentle now?
“Kris, angel, you really trust me, don’t you?”
Where is this coming from? “Of course I trust you,” Kris said without hesitation, trying to manage the fiery need pumping through him. But it was too much. “Please, I’m begging you…” he groaned, twisting and jerking as the restraints dug into his skin.
Adam smiled genuinely and then the predator returned in full force. “Touch you? How about...” He leaned over Kris’ cock and opened his mouth an inch away from it, looked up with a wicked gleam in his eye and flicked his tongue.
“Fuck! You are evil…you’re a…a wolf!” cried Kris.
Adam chuckled darkly. “Yes I am…a big, bad wolf that’s about to enjoy a tender, delicious rabbit. He ran his tongue seductively across his upper lip, bent down and bit Kris right on his inner thigh.
Kris threw his head back in ecstasy and groaned loudly. “Again…again…” he pleaded.
“So it’s not just the neck then,” Adam mused. The wolf became merciless, biting all over Kris’ body and gauging his reaction to certain spots. Kris cried and begged the loudest when Adam tried his thighs, pectorals and neck. Over and over Adam sank his teeth into Kris’ flesh, occasionally drawing blood and sending Kris into fits of babbling. All the other toys lay forgotten as Adam experimented until Kris was beyond yelling or pleading and just lay there, quaking and whispering a constant stream of “pleasepleaseplease.”
At long last Adam sat back and surveyed Kris’ utterly claimed body with a satisfied smirk. “So fucking tasty…but this wolf is still hungry. He picked up the pocketknife again and, keeping it closed, moved the handle up and down the soaking wet cotton hiding Kris’ cock. “M-more…p-please,” Kris sobbed, desperate for the stimulation.
“Oh I’ll give you more,” Adam said with an evil grin. He unfolded the knife for the second time that night and quickly cut through the fabric on both sides of Kris’ briefs.
Kris felt such relief when his dick was finally free that he almost came right then. Before he had time to absorb the sheer sexiness of having his underwear cut from his body, Adam bit him on the groin right next to his slick length. “FUCK!…God fucking dammit!”
“Such language!” Adam said in mock surprise. “I think I might like to hear more of that,” he continued and chomped down everywhere but the one place Kris was frantic to feel Adam’s mouth. Kris yelled every curse word he knew until Adam relented. “Let me hear you ask for it, rabbit…go on, I know you want to.”
Oh my god I can’t ask him for that! He’s still getting used to it…I can’t! “Touch me!” he cried.
“You’ll have to be more specific than that. Touch you with what…my hands, my mouth? Hmmm?”
“Anything, anything…please!”
Adam shook his head. “I know what you want, and I will give it to you. Ask me.”
“Your mouth…please…” croaked Kris, tears leaking from his eyes.
“What about my mouth?”
Kris whipped his head from side to side, finally at his limit. “I want your mouth on my cock! Suck me! Suck my dick until I come!!!”
And with that, Adam took Kris’ throbbing, aching cock in his hand and lowered his mouth down around it. Kris sucked in his breath and let it out with a long, loud wail. Don’t move…don’t move… he was shaking with the effort it took to remain absolutely still so he wouldn’t buck into Adam’s mouth. His voice was his only option to express the combination of relief, pleasure and need ripping him apart as Adam lapped at his dick, sucked him hard and swallowed him down, thought not all the way. “Fuck fuck FUCK yes! oh my fucking god suck it suck it SUCK IT!” And Adam did. Up and down, over and over he caressed Kris’ length with his mouth, hallowed his cheeks and sucked cock like a ravenous beast.
“OH SHIT OH JESUS OH FUCK….OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSS!!!!” Adam pulled off just in time as jets of hot cum pumped from Kris’ dick and pooled on his stomach. “god…oh my god, Adam…shit…fuck…” Kris swore as his body went slack in the restraints.
Adam looked extremely pleased with himself. “You are developing quite the potty mouth, angel.” He stood up, yanked his pants down and pulled out his stiff cock, then jerked it three times, shuddered and aimed so that his seed mixed with Kris’.
“Shit!” Kris cried as he felt Adam’s cum hit his belly. So hot, so fucking hot. Adam sat back down on the bed, swiped his pinky through their combined semen and tasted it. Kris trembled and licked his lips. “Ohhhhhh…you’re killing me here,” he moaned, watching Adam suck on his finger.
“Mmmm…salty, kind of creamy…want some?” Adam asked, loading up another finger and offering it to Kris.
Kris opened his mouth in response. Blazing, scorching hot. I am the luckiest bastard on the planet. Adam lay down, raised his finger to Kris’ mouth and smeared the cum on his lips. Kris moaned, absorbing the complete eroticism of that act. He licked his lips, once, twice and then Adam kissed him. They swirled their cum and spit back and forth between them until Kris started to pull on his bonds, now wishing he were free so he could embrace Adam. “Want to hold you,” he said.
Adam sat up and released him so they could snuggle. “Are your wrists okay, angel?” He traced the red lines and kissed them tenderly.
Kris nodded and wiggled closer. “I love every mark you give me. I belong to you.”
“I belong to you, too.” Adam kissed Kris’ ear and squeezed him. “Next time we’ll try the blindfold.”
What is that sound? So annoying… Kris sighed back into Adam’s arms and tried to remember the dream he was having. Something about a wolf. Crap, there it is again…oh! His eyes popped open as his tired brain recognized his ringtone at last. Who on earth is calling at this time of…wait what time is it? He raised his head and squinted at the clock on the bedside table. Shit! Trying not to disturb Adam too much, he got out of bed and hastily made his way to the living room. He bent over, wincing a little from some of the bruises on his thighs, and dug into the front pocket of his bag until he found his phone. “Hello? Yes, Matt, I know…I’m sorry, I just…yes…I’ll be in as soon as I can…everything is fine, I just overslept…okay…shit, I’m sorry…yeah, bye.”
“Angel?” Adam called from the bedroom.
Kris grabbed his bag and hurried back. “I’m here, but I have to run. I’m really late for work. Damn it, I should have gone home last night.” He rummaged until he found some clothes and pulled them on quickly. “Got to get home, shower…ugh, no time for breakfast…” He turned to the bed to kiss Adam goodbye. “I’ll call you after work, okay, before my class tonight…baby?” Adam was sitting up in the bed but he looked sad. “What’s the matter?”
“I made you stay last night…I didn’t even set the alarm or anything,” he said quietly.
“Adam, you didn’t make me do anything. I wanted to stay. Okay, so I was planning to go home afterwards, but we fell asleep and that’s not your fault.”
“You’re annoyed.”
“Because I’m late! Look, I don’t have time to talk about this right now. I’ve got to go.” He kissed Adam quickly on the lips and zipped up his bag. “I love you. I’ll call you later…okay?”
Adam nodded and laid back down, still looking unhappy.
Damn, I wish I had more time! I don’t like leaving him like this…four days ago he finally lets me into his apartment and now I have to run out of it. Shit! He paused, undecided for a moment and then went back to the bed. Adam was curled up on his side facing away from Kris. “Hey,” he said softly, sitting down and stroking Adam’s shoulder, “I’m really sorry that I have to run out on you like this.”
“It’s fine,” said Adam tonelessly without moving, “go to work. I don’t want you get in more trouble because of me.”
“I’m not going to get in trouble. Someone else is covering for me but I need to go relieve them.” Adam said nothing. “Baby…I…”
“Just go!” Adam snapped.
What the hell? “What’s going on here? Why are you angry at me?”
“I’m not.”
If this were happening a year ago, Kris would have done anything to make Adam happy in that moment, no matter the cost to himself. He ground his teeth in frustration. What am I supposed to do here? “Well you sound angry, and I’d love to stay and work this out with you but I can’t,” he said with a hint of impatience and got up to leave. Just as he reached the doorway, he heard a sniffle and a tiny sob. Crap, I can’t do this. He walked around to other side of the bed so he could see Adam’s face. Oh my god, he’s really crying. But I thought he was angry…for some reason. Ugh, I can’t keep up with his moods; I just want him to be happy. So much had happened in the past four days that Kris was starting to feel dizzy from it all. Coming to Adam’s apartment in the first place, then Sam’s escape, Adam in the hospital and the flashbacks, Adam quitting his job, and underlying it all was the love, joy, trust and amazing sex. And now this…whatever this is. Kris pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Adam, I’m so confused. I don’t know what to do.”
Adam looked up at him with tears in his eyes. “Me neither,” he said in a small, scared voice.
Kris ran his thumb across Adam’s cheek. “Why are you sad?”
“I…I don’t know,” said Adam, snuffling. “Go to work. I’ll be fine and anyways I’ve got Sheila today.”
Kris didn’t know what else to do and he had to go. He leaned down and hugged Adam, kissed him on the forehead and whispered, “I love you.”
An hour later he was at his counter dressed in a high turtleneck shirt and khakis; his hair was still damp and his stomach was aching with hunger. “Thanks Trevor, I really appreciate you covering my butt. I owe you one, man.” Thankfully it was slow in the store, so Kris had plenty of time to think as he folded sweaters. But no matter how many times he replayed the morning in his head, he couldn’t figure out Adam’s behavior. The only thing he came up with was that Adam felt guilty. That can’t be all…there’s more going on; I know it. It was killing him to be working when Adam might still be lying in bed crying. He’s got therapy today. You don’t have to fix everything. You can’t anyway. You’re going to have to get used to this.
This was a true test of Kris’ recent pledge not to be a people-pleaser. Supporting Adam through his flashbacks, rage and fear this weekend had been challenging no doubt, but at least it was straightforward. Kris knew what to do in an emergency and he did it out of love and concern for Adam. And he had also been doing better in expressing his desires. But this…this kind of situation where he was somehow involved in an emotional conflict…at least I think I am…it triggered all of the old messages saying that if he didn’t make things better, if he didn’t make Adam happy then he wouldn’t be loved. Ridiculous. He’s not even mad at me…is he? Do I even have anything to feel guilty about? He reviewed the morning again, trying to remember if he had been too harsh with Adam in any way. The sheer familiarity of this kind of thinking and emotional uncertainty made Kris nauseous. Oh my god, you’re doing it again…just stop it! This is exactly why none of your other relationships worked.
The more he thought about it, the more Kris wondered if he’d be able to handle a long term relationship with someone like Adam. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t allow himself to go back to his doormat ways, pouring his energy into assuring everyone’s happiness but his own as some sort of twisted way to get love. Adam’s emotional ups and downs would only make it that much harder for Kris to ignore his triggers and take care of himself. But I love him. And I’m stronger now. I can do this…I can. I don’t know why Adam was angry or sad, and I can’t assume that I had anything to do with that. He loves me, that much I know. That’s what I’m going to focus on until we can sort this out.
“Dude, I didn’t think you even owned a turtleneck.”
Kris looked up from his pile of sweaters. “Oh, hey Matt. Well, just this one.” He smiled dreamily, thinking about the way Adam had claimed him. Yes, he loves me. And I’m going to use my employee discount to get some more of these shirts today.
“Uh-huh. Yeah, I think the last time I wore one was when I got a hickey in eighth grade,” Matt chuckled knowingly. “Anyway, what the hell happened this morning?” He pulled a granola bar out of his pocket and casually slipped it to Kris while checking to make sure no one was watching. “Pretty sure you haven’t eaten yet.”
“Oh my god, you are a lifesaver!” He grabbed the bar and tore into it. “Just overslept. It’s no big deal,” he said through mouthfuls of granola.
Matt eyed him suspiciously. “I haven’t seen you in forever, man. Is everything, you know, going okay?”
Kris swallowed the last of the bar and tossed the wrapper. “It is actually. I mean, sure, it’s not all roses but that’s what happens in real relationships, right? And you deal with it. You work it out and you try your best because you love the person,” he said without thinking.
“You…you’re in love with this guy, with Adam?”
Kris blushed. “I am. I love him, Matt.” I love him enough not to try to fix him, enough to take care of myself so I can love him without resentment. God give me strength.
Chapter 24
It was 9pm on Sunday night. Kris and Adam were standing in the middle of Adam’s living room locked in each other’s arms. Kris’ bag was packed and sitting by the door ready to go.
“Please don’t leave,” whispered Adam, clutching Kris tightly to his chest.
“Adam, my love, you’re breaking my heart here. I want to stay, god knows I do.”
“Then stay, angel. You can go to work from here in the morning. I’ll even promise not to pounce on you when you wake up so you can get ready,” Adam said with a little smile. “Please, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
It had been a spectacular day. Kris had indeed been pounced on the moment that he’d opened his eyes. After fucking him senseless, Adam made omelets for them and then insisted on watching the news channel for an hour. With no plans and no work for Adam anymore, they spent the day doing whatever they wanted, which ended up to be a make out session in the shower, grocery shopping and messing around in the studio. Kris was so appreciative of the dinner Adam cooked that he offered to give him another rimjob, which he had accepted with great enthusiasm. At 7pm, Kris started hinting that he had to go home. An hour and a half later he’d walked around the apartment gathering up his things, but Adam kept putting them back and whining exactly like a ‘puppy.’
Shit…this is so hard. I need to go home, but what if he gets so upset that he has another episode and I’m not here? Kris suddenly remembered what Sheila said about taking care of himself. She forgot to mention that it would feel like my heart was being ripped from my body. “But I don’t have my work clothes with me. Please, try to understand? I love you so much, but I really need to go home.”
Adam sighed in what sounded like resignation.
“How about this? You call me when you’re in bed and we can have phone sex and talk until you fall asleep,” Kris suggested.
“Okay,” Adam said, pouting. “But when do I get to see you again?”
Oh god, that bottom lip is so tempting. “Well I have class tomorrow night, so how about after work on Tuesday?” Unable to bear Adam’s pout any longer, Kris lifted up to his toes and sucked on his favorite freckle.
Adam moaned and kissed him, then started to walk them back to his bedroom. Damn, I should have resisted! He tried to pull back but Adam wasn’t having it, and there was nothing he could do since Adam had those made-to-manhandle-Kris arms. “Baby,” he said in a muffled voice against Adam’s mouth.
Adam broke the kiss and a predatory look replaced his puppy eyes in an instant. “Nope, sorry gorgeous, but you don’t get a choice after that.” He kept moving them, his hands on Kris’ ass, out of the living room and down the hallway.
“That’s not fair, I defy anyone to resist such a cute freckle!” Now Kris was the one whining.
When they reached the bedroom, Adam pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him. “Are you going to behave, my little rabbit, or do I need to get out my whip again?”
Kris gasped, wide-eyed, and tried to figure out if he should give in or fight. Oohhhhh, but the whip…the whip! Of course, if he’d insisted on it, Kris knew that Adam would let him leave, but…who am I kidding? I’ll go home afterwards. “I won’t behave,” he said and tried to wriggle out from under Adam, praying that he had been serious about his threat.
“Oh? Well now, I think you’ll have to pay the price for that.” Adam unbuckled his belt, pulled it off and wound it tightly around Kris’ wrists. That did it; there was no way that Kris was going anywhere now. Yessssss! Little did Adam know that on their very first night together, he had fulfilled one of Kris’ most cherished fantasies by tying him up to the window in the club room. He fidgeted some more until Adam slammed his hips down into Kris. “You are going to lie on this bed and not move until I say so, my kinky rabbit….isn’t that right?”
“Yes…yes, anything,” Kris nodded franticly. His dick was already hard and painful beneath his jeans.
Adam got up and opened his closet. While he wasn’t looking, Kris moved his wrists slightly, loving the feel of the leather binding them.
“You better not be moving over there or I won’t try out any of my wonderful toys on you!” Adam called from the depths of the walk-in closet.
Toys? Kris couldn’t help but squeal in delight, imagining what Adam would bring out. He heard a deep chuckle. “Excited, are you? Hmmm, oh yes, that will do nicely,” said Adam wickedly. He emerged from the closet carrying the whip, a dildo, a pocketknife, a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold and a cock ring. Kris’ brain went it to overdrive and he started to pant in anticipation. “Now let’s just see if I can discover some more of Kris Allen’s kinks, shall I?”
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. He wasn’t sure about the dildo, but everything else made him wild with desire. Feeling more daring than usual, he stared at Adam and licked the belt that was restraining his hands.
Adam’s eyes flew open, but then he squeezed them shut and let out a soft moan. He shivered and pinned Kris with a heated gaze. “You are a bad…wicked…rabbit,” he said gruffly, stalking to the bed.
“Yes, I’m a bad rabbit, punish me…punish me…” said Kris huskily. He looks like a ravenous wolf!
Adam reached the side of the bed and suddenly dropped down to his knees and disappeared. What the…? Kris heard some rustling beneath the bed and a ‘click,’ and then Adam rose from the floor holding his half of the tie. At the sight of it, Kris groaned and tried to rub his crotch with his bound hands. His own part of the tie was a souvenir of their first night and therefore a love object, but it had also become a kink object and a symbol of his secret bondage fetish. Not so secret anymore. There was something even hotter about Adam using his half to bind Kris.
“Oh no you don’t,” Adam growled, yanking Kris’ hands away. He considered Kris, the toys and the bed and tossed aside the handcuffs. Kris frowned, watching them bounce once on the floor. No handcuffs? But his disappointment would be short-lived. Adam hauled him up the bed and unfastened the belt, instead strapping each wrist separately to the base of the headboard at opposite corners, one with the belt and the other with the tie. Kris liked this new position immediately, but was upset that he was still clothed and wondered how Adam would take care of his shirt now that he was all tied up. He eyed the pocketknife and licked his lips, then began to squirm as his briefs got wetter and wetter. “Now, now,” Adam chided, “I can’t have you moving around like that.” He re-entered the closet and came out with two scarves, stripped off Kris’ pants and tied each ankle to the frame at the end of the bed, leaving him completely trussed up in nothing but a green t-shirt and black, sopping underwear.
“Please…” Kris moaned and shuddered, unable to stop himself from bucking into the air.
“Mmmm…I think I like having you at my mercy, my sexy, tied up rabbit.” Adam sat on the bed and ran one finger down Kris’ cotton covered dick. Kris whimpered and bucked again. “But I’ll have to do something about these,” Adam said, hooking one finger under the band of Kris’ briefs, “and your shirt, of course.”
Kris glanced at the knife again and felt his heart start to race. “I d-don’t care about the shirt,” he stuttered. Many years ago one of his boyfriends had been into knifeplay, but only for about a week, and Kris hadn’t had to courage to ask for it after that despite how much it turned him on.
“No? Hmmm...you seem awfully interested in this,” Adam said picking up the pocketknife and bouncing it in his hand. Kris followed the knife’s movement and watched as Adam slowly opened the blade. He moaned and writhed as much his bonds would allow. “Why Kristopher, who would have imagined?” Adam teased. He trailed the flat of the blade from the collar of Kris’ shirt to the hem. I’m dreaming. There is no way that my fantasies are actually coming to life. “Hold still, lover,” Adam said softly, suddenly gentle and cautious. He lifted the hem of Kris’ shirt and cut it with the knife. Kris held his breath and watched the gleaming metal coming towards him as it sliced open the cotton. When his chest was finally bared, Adam drew the blade edge lightly around Kris’ nipples and down to his navel before sitting back and closing the knife.
Kris thrashed on the bed, frenzied with want and more turned on than he could ever remember being. “Touch me…please, Adam…touch me!” But Adam just looked at him lovingly. What happened to the wolf? Why is he being so gentle now?
“Kris, angel, you really trust me, don’t you?”
Where is this coming from? “Of course I trust you,” Kris said without hesitation, trying to manage the fiery need pumping through him. But it was too much. “Please, I’m begging you…” he groaned, twisting and jerking as the restraints dug into his skin.
Adam smiled genuinely and then the predator returned in full force. “Touch you? How about...” He leaned over Kris’ cock and opened his mouth an inch away from it, looked up with a wicked gleam in his eye and flicked his tongue.
“Fuck! You are evil…you’re a…a wolf!” cried Kris.
Adam chuckled darkly. “Yes I am…a big, bad wolf that’s about to enjoy a tender, delicious rabbit. He ran his tongue seductively across his upper lip, bent down and bit Kris right on his inner thigh.
Kris threw his head back in ecstasy and groaned loudly. “Again…again…” he pleaded.
“So it’s not just the neck then,” Adam mused. The wolf became merciless, biting all over Kris’ body and gauging his reaction to certain spots. Kris cried and begged the loudest when Adam tried his thighs, pectorals and neck. Over and over Adam sank his teeth into Kris’ flesh, occasionally drawing blood and sending Kris into fits of babbling. All the other toys lay forgotten as Adam experimented until Kris was beyond yelling or pleading and just lay there, quaking and whispering a constant stream of “pleasepleaseplease.”
At long last Adam sat back and surveyed Kris’ utterly claimed body with a satisfied smirk. “So fucking tasty…but this wolf is still hungry. He picked up the pocketknife again and, keeping it closed, moved the handle up and down the soaking wet cotton hiding Kris’ cock. “M-more…p-please,” Kris sobbed, desperate for the stimulation.
“Oh I’ll give you more,” Adam said with an evil grin. He unfolded the knife for the second time that night and quickly cut through the fabric on both sides of Kris’ briefs.
Kris felt such relief when his dick was finally free that he almost came right then. Before he had time to absorb the sheer sexiness of having his underwear cut from his body, Adam bit him on the groin right next to his slick length. “FUCK!…God fucking dammit!”
“Such language!” Adam said in mock surprise. “I think I might like to hear more of that,” he continued and chomped down everywhere but the one place Kris was frantic to feel Adam’s mouth. Kris yelled every curse word he knew until Adam relented. “Let me hear you ask for it, rabbit…go on, I know you want to.”
Oh my god I can’t ask him for that! He’s still getting used to it…I can’t! “Touch me!” he cried.
“You’ll have to be more specific than that. Touch you with what…my hands, my mouth? Hmmm?”
“Anything, anything…please!”
Adam shook his head. “I know what you want, and I will give it to you. Ask me.”
“Your mouth…please…” croaked Kris, tears leaking from his eyes.
“What about my mouth?”
Kris whipped his head from side to side, finally at his limit. “I want your mouth on my cock! Suck me! Suck my dick until I come!!!”
And with that, Adam took Kris’ throbbing, aching cock in his hand and lowered his mouth down around it. Kris sucked in his breath and let it out with a long, loud wail. Don’t move…don’t move… he was shaking with the effort it took to remain absolutely still so he wouldn’t buck into Adam’s mouth. His voice was his only option to express the combination of relief, pleasure and need ripping him apart as Adam lapped at his dick, sucked him hard and swallowed him down, thought not all the way. “Fuck fuck FUCK yes! oh my fucking god suck it suck it SUCK IT!” And Adam did. Up and down, over and over he caressed Kris’ length with his mouth, hallowed his cheeks and sucked cock like a ravenous beast.
“OH SHIT OH JESUS OH FUCK….OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSS!!!!” Adam pulled off just in time as jets of hot cum pumped from Kris’ dick and pooled on his stomach. “god…oh my god, Adam…shit…fuck…” Kris swore as his body went slack in the restraints.
Adam looked extremely pleased with himself. “You are developing quite the potty mouth, angel.” He stood up, yanked his pants down and pulled out his stiff cock, then jerked it three times, shuddered and aimed so that his seed mixed with Kris’.
“Shit!” Kris cried as he felt Adam’s cum hit his belly. So hot, so fucking hot. Adam sat back down on the bed, swiped his pinky through their combined semen and tasted it. Kris trembled and licked his lips. “Ohhhhhh…you’re killing me here,” he moaned, watching Adam suck on his finger.
“Mmmm…salty, kind of creamy…want some?” Adam asked, loading up another finger and offering it to Kris.
Kris opened his mouth in response. Blazing, scorching hot. I am the luckiest bastard on the planet. Adam lay down, raised his finger to Kris’ mouth and smeared the cum on his lips. Kris moaned, absorbing the complete eroticism of that act. He licked his lips, once, twice and then Adam kissed him. They swirled their cum and spit back and forth between them until Kris started to pull on his bonds, now wishing he were free so he could embrace Adam. “Want to hold you,” he said.
Adam sat up and released him so they could snuggle. “Are your wrists okay, angel?” He traced the red lines and kissed them tenderly.
Kris nodded and wiggled closer. “I love every mark you give me. I belong to you.”
“I belong to you, too.” Adam kissed Kris’ ear and squeezed him. “Next time we’ll try the blindfold.”
What is that sound? So annoying… Kris sighed back into Adam’s arms and tried to remember the dream he was having. Something about a wolf. Crap, there it is again…oh! His eyes popped open as his tired brain recognized his ringtone at last. Who on earth is calling at this time of…wait what time is it? He raised his head and squinted at the clock on the bedside table. Shit! Trying not to disturb Adam too much, he got out of bed and hastily made his way to the living room. He bent over, wincing a little from some of the bruises on his thighs, and dug into the front pocket of his bag until he found his phone. “Hello? Yes, Matt, I know…I’m sorry, I just…yes…I’ll be in as soon as I can…everything is fine, I just overslept…okay…shit, I’m sorry…yeah, bye.”
“Angel?” Adam called from the bedroom.
Kris grabbed his bag and hurried back. “I’m here, but I have to run. I’m really late for work. Damn it, I should have gone home last night.” He rummaged until he found some clothes and pulled them on quickly. “Got to get home, shower…ugh, no time for breakfast…” He turned to the bed to kiss Adam goodbye. “I’ll call you after work, okay, before my class tonight…baby?” Adam was sitting up in the bed but he looked sad. “What’s the matter?”
“I made you stay last night…I didn’t even set the alarm or anything,” he said quietly.
“Adam, you didn’t make me do anything. I wanted to stay. Okay, so I was planning to go home afterwards, but we fell asleep and that’s not your fault.”
“You’re annoyed.”
“Because I’m late! Look, I don’t have time to talk about this right now. I’ve got to go.” He kissed Adam quickly on the lips and zipped up his bag. “I love you. I’ll call you later…okay?”
Adam nodded and laid back down, still looking unhappy.
Damn, I wish I had more time! I don’t like leaving him like this…four days ago he finally lets me into his apartment and now I have to run out of it. Shit! He paused, undecided for a moment and then went back to the bed. Adam was curled up on his side facing away from Kris. “Hey,” he said softly, sitting down and stroking Adam’s shoulder, “I’m really sorry that I have to run out on you like this.”
“It’s fine,” said Adam tonelessly without moving, “go to work. I don’t want you get in more trouble because of me.”
“I’m not going to get in trouble. Someone else is covering for me but I need to go relieve them.” Adam said nothing. “Baby…I…”
“Just go!” Adam snapped.
What the hell? “What’s going on here? Why are you angry at me?”
“I’m not.”
If this were happening a year ago, Kris would have done anything to make Adam happy in that moment, no matter the cost to himself. He ground his teeth in frustration. What am I supposed to do here? “Well you sound angry, and I’d love to stay and work this out with you but I can’t,” he said with a hint of impatience and got up to leave. Just as he reached the doorway, he heard a sniffle and a tiny sob. Crap, I can’t do this. He walked around to other side of the bed so he could see Adam’s face. Oh my god, he’s really crying. But I thought he was angry…for some reason. Ugh, I can’t keep up with his moods; I just want him to be happy. So much had happened in the past four days that Kris was starting to feel dizzy from it all. Coming to Adam’s apartment in the first place, then Sam’s escape, Adam in the hospital and the flashbacks, Adam quitting his job, and underlying it all was the love, joy, trust and amazing sex. And now this…whatever this is. Kris pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Adam, I’m so confused. I don’t know what to do.”
Adam looked up at him with tears in his eyes. “Me neither,” he said in a small, scared voice.
Kris ran his thumb across Adam’s cheek. “Why are you sad?”
“I…I don’t know,” said Adam, snuffling. “Go to work. I’ll be fine and anyways I’ve got Sheila today.”
Kris didn’t know what else to do and he had to go. He leaned down and hugged Adam, kissed him on the forehead and whispered, “I love you.”
An hour later he was at his counter dressed in a high turtleneck shirt and khakis; his hair was still damp and his stomach was aching with hunger. “Thanks Trevor, I really appreciate you covering my butt. I owe you one, man.” Thankfully it was slow in the store, so Kris had plenty of time to think as he folded sweaters. But no matter how many times he replayed the morning in his head, he couldn’t figure out Adam’s behavior. The only thing he came up with was that Adam felt guilty. That can’t be all…there’s more going on; I know it. It was killing him to be working when Adam might still be lying in bed crying. He’s got therapy today. You don’t have to fix everything. You can’t anyway. You’re going to have to get used to this.
This was a true test of Kris’ recent pledge not to be a people-pleaser. Supporting Adam through his flashbacks, rage and fear this weekend had been challenging no doubt, but at least it was straightforward. Kris knew what to do in an emergency and he did it out of love and concern for Adam. And he had also been doing better in expressing his desires. But this…this kind of situation where he was somehow involved in an emotional conflict…at least I think I am…it triggered all of the old messages saying that if he didn’t make things better, if he didn’t make Adam happy then he wouldn’t be loved. Ridiculous. He’s not even mad at me…is he? Do I even have anything to feel guilty about? He reviewed the morning again, trying to remember if he had been too harsh with Adam in any way. The sheer familiarity of this kind of thinking and emotional uncertainty made Kris nauseous. Oh my god, you’re doing it again…just stop it! This is exactly why none of your other relationships worked.
The more he thought about it, the more Kris wondered if he’d be able to handle a long term relationship with someone like Adam. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t allow himself to go back to his doormat ways, pouring his energy into assuring everyone’s happiness but his own as some sort of twisted way to get love. Adam’s emotional ups and downs would only make it that much harder for Kris to ignore his triggers and take care of himself. But I love him. And I’m stronger now. I can do this…I can. I don’t know why Adam was angry or sad, and I can’t assume that I had anything to do with that. He loves me, that much I know. That’s what I’m going to focus on until we can sort this out.
“Dude, I didn’t think you even owned a turtleneck.”
Kris looked up from his pile of sweaters. “Oh, hey Matt. Well, just this one.” He smiled dreamily, thinking about the way Adam had claimed him. Yes, he loves me. And I’m going to use my employee discount to get some more of these shirts today.
“Uh-huh. Yeah, I think the last time I wore one was when I got a hickey in eighth grade,” Matt chuckled knowingly. “Anyway, what the hell happened this morning?” He pulled a granola bar out of his pocket and casually slipped it to Kris while checking to make sure no one was watching. “Pretty sure you haven’t eaten yet.”
“Oh my god, you are a lifesaver!” He grabbed the bar and tore into it. “Just overslept. It’s no big deal,” he said through mouthfuls of granola.
Matt eyed him suspiciously. “I haven’t seen you in forever, man. Is everything, you know, going okay?”
Kris swallowed the last of the bar and tossed the wrapper. “It is actually. I mean, sure, it’s not all roses but that’s what happens in real relationships, right? And you deal with it. You work it out and you try your best because you love the person,” he said without thinking.
“You…you’re in love with this guy, with Adam?”
Kris blushed. “I am. I love him, Matt.” I love him enough not to try to fix him, enough to take care of myself so I can love him without resentment. God give me strength.
Chapter 24