fic: at my side
Title: at my side
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: R
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~4,400
Summary: It's Saturday afternoon, and Adam is late. (The early days. High school AU.)
A/N: I'm having so much fun writing these little stories, and all of your lovely comments seriously make my day. Thank you so much!
This installment takes place three days after how i'll start. For the kissbingo prompt emotion: laughter.
Master post of previous installments: here
Kris is in the living room, fiddling with his guitar, fingers restless on the strings and eyes darting to the clock. It's Saturday afternoon, and Adam is late.
This isn't anything they haven't done before - they've been friends for years, and they've hung out on weekends often enough. Adam's been in his house - in his room - dozens of times, but. Kris kissed him for the very first time on Wednesday night, they've been kissing every day since then, and of course everything is different now. They've gone just about as far as they can get in the backseats of their cars - hours and hours of kissing, learning each other's mouths, hands wandering strictly under t-shirts but over belts. It's been three days of great fun, what he knows is an idiot grin plastered on his face pretty much the whole 72 hours, his personal space invaded by a warm body as often as humanly possible.
Adam is giggly, sweet, gorgeous as all heck, overflowing with affection that Kris very eagerly accepts. Kris wants to brand himself into Adam's skin, always tries to get as close as he can, but it's never close enough.
They haven't talked about it yet, but Kris knows what he wants, what the ache in the pit of his stomach means, that when he jerks himself off in the shower every night, he wants another body with him. Wants someone else's touch. He wants Adam, and more than that, he knows Adam too, knows his heart, knows there's no one he can trust more. He hopes Adam feels the same way.
Before he can get too far into his musings though, there's a sharp knock on the door, and Kris's heart stutters in his chest. He opens the front door to a harried, slightly disheveled Adam, smile warm and tired. "Sorry I'm so late," he says. "It was crazy, Mr. D. didn't want to give up on the run through, and it was just -- all of it was a disaster."
Kris frowns in sympathy and draws Adam into the foyer, tilting up on his toes and pulling Adam in for a hug. Adam just about collapses against him with a deep sigh, nose buried in his neck. Kris squeezes his waist carefully and lets his hands span up and down Adam's back, fingers digging in a vague massage-like way. Adam's sighs shudder against him as they stand like that for a while, just holding each other.
Eventually Kris manages to tug them both further into the house, mumbling, "Go lie down, I'll get you some food."
Adam makes a soft noise of protest when Kris lets go, but Kris insistently pushes him down onto the living room couch. Adam groans and tips sideways, wraps his arms around a throw pillow and snuggles into it like a kitten. Kris smiles and brushes a hand through Adam's hair before ambling into the kitchen, carefully putting the previous night's pasta and garlic bread in the oven. He places the food and a tall glass of lukewarm water on a tray and slowly walks back into the living room.
Adam's curled on his side, eyes half-lidded but wholly trained on him. Kris feels a blush rise up his cheeks but keeps his gaze, carefully setting the tray down. "Eat," he says.
Adam smiles and reaches a hand out to pull him onto the couch. Kris obediently leans back, pulling one knee upward and leaning into the curve that Adam's body made. His hand immediately comes up to card through Adam's hair. Adam leans into the touch, his knees curling further to rest against Kris's hip, essentially wrapping himself all around Kris. "Hi," Adam grins.
"Hey. Eat."
Adam shuts his eyes. "Too tired."
"That bad?" Kris asks, hand rubbing Adam's back.
"Worse," Adam mumbles. "
"I'm sure it'll get better."
"God, I hope so. Or else Mr. D.'s head is going to explode."
"You guys just need some more time."
"Mmm. Feels good," Adam sighs when Kris's fingers dig harder into his shirt.
Kris continues his ministrations, randomly moving his fingers and working off of Adam's reactions. He feels an amazing combination of pride and lust for being able to draw those sounds from Adam's mouth, little sighs and soft moans. He abruptly pulls away once he feels his jeans tighten uncomfortably, squirming in his seat and hoping Adam wouldn't notice.
Adam's forehead wrinkles at the loss of contact, but his eyes stay shut, still clutching Kris's hand to his chest. He's gorgeous like this, rumpled and a little clingy, the shock of brown hair messy on his head, thousands of freckles down his neck and arms, body sinuously twisted around Kris's. Kris feels a sharp jolt of possessiveness tug at his stomach, makes him want to claim, to mark him, climb into Adam's skin and live there. So he carefully lies down next to Adam, twisting around a little, fitting his body into Adam's curves, for once grateful for his size. Adam sighs happily when Kris's hand wraps around his waist and their legs tangle together.
Kris presses a soft kiss on Adam's nose. "Hi."
Adam opens his eyes, bright and gorgeous blue taking Kris's breath away. "Hi, love."
It's easy, natural, to tip his chin forward so he can tug on Adam's upper lip, to swallow Adam's sharp gasp in his mouth. He knows it now, how to move his lips the way Adam likes, anticipates Adam's tongue toying with his bottom lip, to use the very barest hint of teeth to make Adam squirm. Kissing is the best, Kris loves kissing, loves being close to Adam like this, loves Adam's hand twisted in his hair, holding him in place, like he's even thinking of being anywhere else right now. Adam's lips feel amazing, lovely and soft, the shape of it achingly familiar now.
Kris shudders when Adam's tongue strokes the roof of his mouth, when Adam's grip tightens in his hair, when Adam thrusts into his hip. His breath catches in his throat when they shift around and he feels the line of Adam's dick through their clothes, unmistakable, hot and hard against his thigh. The house is empty, they aren't in the backseat of a car anymore, and Kris suddenly feels an overwhelming burst of want, he's almost lightheaded with it.
This is new, Kris hitching his leg up and around Adam's waist, hips tilting just so. Adam lets out a broken moan, mouth going slack and gasping. His hand comes down to palm Kris's ass, shifting them a little more - and that, that's perfect, their erections lining up through their jeans, tearing a whine from Kris's throat. It's clumsy at first, but soon they find a rhythm, thrusting into each other, gasping and nipping at each other's mouths, neither of them capable of shaping their mouths to kiss. Kris's heel is digging into the back of Adam's knee, and Adam's hand is scrabbling up Kris's back, fingers searing points of heat into his skin, it's fantastic, their hips jerking, heat trapped between their bodies.
Adam's surrounding him, heavy and hot, and Kris is close, so close. Kris's hand drifts under Adam's shirt and up his back, feels the ripple of muscle working underneath soft, smooth skin; he gropes clumsily until his thumb brushes a nipple and Adam lets out the hottest, sexiest sound Kris has ever heard in his life. Kris does it again and again, pinching and rubbing, feels it pebble under his fingers, until suddenly Adam's muscles lock around him, thrusts turning quick and erratic, and - oh.
Kris just holds him through it, absorbs Adam's shudders into his body, listens to the hot gasping noises Adam makes, watches agony and bliss blend on Adam's face. Kris feels hot and cold all over, he's never been more overwhelmed in his life. He commits all of it to memory, he never wants to forget this single, perfect moment. He can't help but lean forward to cup Adam's cheek and kiss him, wanting to feel Adam's breathy moans against his lips, waits until Adam's recovered enough to kiss back, body going limp and boneless against his.
When they pull apart to breathe, Adam's blushing, eyes not quite meeting his. Kris smiles and tips his chin up. "Hey."
Adam's eyes fly to his briefly before he shakes his head and buries his face in Kris's neck. "Oh my God, Kris," he mumbles.
It takes all of Kris's self control to keep still, to stop his hips from moving, to take a second and talk. He concentrates on the texture of Adam's hair around his fingers, thick and beautiful. "That was totally hot."
Adam laughs. "I haven't come in my pants in years. Jesus."
Kris thinks it's probably wrong to feel a burst of pride at that, but whatever. "We'll take our pants off next time, then," he says, and Adam moans against him, hip shifting, lips latching on the sensitive skin of Kris's neck, and --
Kris can't help but fist at Adam's hair and thrust back, leg twisted around Adam's waist, foot digging at the back of his knee once again. "Oh, God. Come on, baby. Your turn," Adam whispers against his lips before giving him the dirtiest kiss of his life, mouth open and tongue working. Kris's thrusts become erratic and Adam pushes back against him, finding a rhythm, going hard and fast. Kris is close again, feels like his brain has flown away from his skull, just, he needs just a little more --
He pushes up on his knees and Adam immediately shifts on his back, hands squeezing his ass and murmuring "yeah, come on," eyes dark and staring intently at him, mouth open. Kris braces his hands on either side of Adam's head, shameless, thrusting frantically. Adam's voice and hands and the feel of Adam's body underneath him - it's all his, Adam offering himself up, he'd made Adam come, jeez - Kris lets all of that wash over him as he moves, and he feels the orgasm from the base of his spine, white hot and overwhelming. Adam surges upward to kiss him through it, swallowing his whimpers, hands strong and steady against his.
Kris slumps into Adam, arms shaking from exertion. Adam gently tips them both sideways and crowds Kris into the back of the couch. His touches are gentle, lips dropping small kisses all over his face.
They're quiet for a long time, just kissing and petting. Kris can't stop himself from reaching out to touch every bit of skin he can reach, and is just about to open his mouth to ask Adam to take off his shirt when suddenly a tell-tale rumble sounds out from Adam's stomach.
"Oops."
Kris laughs and kisses him again, feeling light and giddy, Adam's touch heavy on his skin. He imagines dozens, hundreds of afternoons just like this, talking and laughing and making out, being together, finally, after wanting it so badly for so long. Kris feels the idea settle heavy and warm in his heart, feels his skin buzzing, joy pouring out of him in waves. He hopes Adam feels it too.
He sits up and straddles Adam again. "Bet you're not tired anymore," Kris smirks.
Adam rolls his eyes playfully and sits up to wrap his arms around Kris's waist. "Feed me," he murmurs into Kris's neck.
His arms squeeze around Adam in a hug, and Kris loves this too, just holding Adam close, feeling his heartbeat, the world quiet around them. He noses at Adam's hair and breathes. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. Can we change first, though?"
Adam chuckles against him. "Yes, please."
---
Kris tugs on Adam's hand and they stumble up the stairs and into Kris's room. Adam leans on the edge of the desk and smirks at him.
"What?" Kris asks, wary.
"You cleaned up."
Kris gazes around the room, taking in the visible floor, the neat stack of books and papers on the desk, the full laundry basket. "I don't know what you mean."
Adam guffaws. "I know you, Kristopher. You cleaned up. You cleaned up for me," he coos, eyes widening in delight. "Oh my God, you were totally planning to take me up here and seduce me."
Kris feels a blush rise up his cheeks, but he just rolls his eyes and marches to his closet. "Can't seduce the willing," he mutters. He stands back to examine the contents, trying to figure out what he can lend Adam, when suddenly a pair of arms wrap around him from behind. He happily leans into the embrace, hums when Adam rests his chin on his head. Kris feels steady and warm, standing like this, in his bedroom - with his boyfriend, wow - like they've done it a thousand times before.
"Is this weird?"
"What's weird?"
"This," Kris answers vaguely, rubbing at Adam's arms. "Us. Together."
"Not at all," Adam murmurs into his temple. "It's... nice."
"Nice?" Kris turns around and raises an eyebrow at him. "That's it?"
Adam beams at him and leans down to kiss him gently. It's soft and sweet, and Kris wants more. Always more. "It's awesome." Another kiss. "Mindblowing." Another. "Fucking hot." And Kris is being pulled to his toes, Adam's mouth forceful and unyielding, and Kris lets himself be carried away by it, ready and willing to go wherever Adam wants to go.
"Good," Kris murmurs, taking a second to breathe, pushing up on his toes to press a kiss on Adam's forehead. "Because I don't know if you know this, but I like you kind of a lot."
"I really like you kind of a lot too," Adam breathes into the space between them. "And not just because you're sexy as all hell," he adds as an afterthought.
Kris feels himself blush. "Stop."
"No, seriously. God," Adam says, hands squeezing Kris's waist. "You on the couch? That's going to fuel all my wet dreams for years, baby." He pulls away a little, hot gaze dragging from the top of Kris's head down to his toes, and back up again. Kris boldly meets Adam's eyes, the slight burn of embarrassment quickly replaced by a familiar curl of want. He feels daring and safe at the same time, the ghost of Adam's touch, Adam writhing under him, Adam, Adam, Adam, effortlessly tearing away any kind of shame.
"Mmm, you don't get to be embarrassed either," Kris says, sucking a kiss into Adam's neck, grinning wickedly at Adam's answering shudder.
"Okay," Adam says, tilting his head, wordlessly asking for more.
Kris's lips move up a couple inches, and he feels Adam's knees buckle. Awesome. "Good," Kris murmurs, memorizing that spot. "So when can we do it again?"
Adam laughs and turns his head for a small kiss. "You're amazing."
Kris kisses back, teasing, one hand stealing a quick grope of Adam's ass. "Now's a good time for me, just saying." His other hand drifts up to brush at Adam's nipple through his shirt. Adam bucks against him, and Kris relishes the feeling, loving that he could make Adam feel this way, that he's slowly but surely learning Adam's body and what Adam likes. He swallows Adam's moan and tilts his chin so they can deepen the kiss.
"You play dirty," Adam gasps, gripping the base of his neck. "I want you so much." Another kiss, soft this time.
"I want you too," Kris says as he presses himself closer, pushes up on his toes and wraps his arms around Adam's neck. It's amazing, how all of his thoughts just instantly fly out of his brain, how Adam can so easily weave this hot, heavy spell around him. When Adam makes a choked noise in his throat and hauls him closer, Kris happily takes that as a sign that he basically does the same thing to Adam.
It's barely been three days, but kissing Adam is almost second nature now, it isn't something Kris has to think about. Their bodies slot together easily, lips moving in concert, the heat pooled in Kris's stomach building and building. The bed is right there, and Kris has thought about this so many times, dreamed about it, him and Adam and all the things they could do on it.
Before Kris can tug Adam backward, Adam pulls away with a soft gasp. Kris's fingers come up to trace Adam's lips, gaze lingering at the freckles there. He'd always wondered how they would feel like, taste like, if the dots of brown are raised, if he could feel them if he flicked his tongue on Adam's lips. They aren't, and Kris can't, but he imagines it anyway, pressing forward to take another taste.
Adam kisses him back, slow and soft, thumb sliding up and down his neck. The simple, possessive touch makes Kris shiver. He pulls away and follows the freckles down Adam's neck, enthusiastically licking and sucking, tugging Adam's shirt downward to line kisses along Adam's collarbone.
Adam sighs, breath ruffling Kris's hair. Kris slowly makes his way back up on the other side of Adam's neck, swirling his tongue, taking his tume until Adam tugs him back up to kiss his lips. Kris delves his hand in Adam's hair, mindlessly toying with it until they have to pull away for air.
They stare at each other for a long moment, and Adam keeps himself bent, lips still touching.
"You're perfect," Adam breathes.
Kris smiles lazily, fingers trailing down the side of Adam's face. "So are you," he says, and he kisses Adam again, nipping at his lips. That's when Kris figures the bed can probably wait, that there's time for it later, and this is just really really nice. So he pulls away, grabs Adam's hand and tugs him closer to the closet. "Pick something so I can feed you."
Adam just stands there and blinks for a couple seconds, eyes glazed. "What?"
"Clothes, babe," Kris laughs into Adam's shoulder. "Sweatpants okay?"
Adam nods dopily as Kris hands him the biggest pair he can find. Kris takes hold of Adam's shoulders and pushes him into the bathroom.
"I'll be in the kitchen. Don't injure yourself," Kris says, feeling a little smug. He figures he's allowed; he'd just rendered Adam speechless, after all.
---
Adam eventually makes it to the kitchen, barefoot and grinning. Kris grins back and pushes him onto a chair, pouring a tall glass of water before sitting down. "Eat."
Adam just looks at him for a split second then pulls his chair closer, ducking down for a quick kiss. "Thank you," Adam says before picking up his fork and digging in.
Kris smiles at the appreciative noises Adam makes as he eats, pulls Adam's free hand for a kiss and then cradling it between his. "There's more where that came from, so just ask."
It's nice, to be able to do something like this for Adam, to make Adam feel a little better after the long day he's had. Kris just watches him avidly, happy to observe the miracle of him, sitting in Kris's kitchen, eating Kris's food, hanging out like he's done a dozen other times. Everything's the same yet different - it's more, better, and when Adam pauses to raise a questioning eyebrow at him, he just shakes his head and leans in.
This will never get old, Kris thinks as Adam's mouth opens at the press of his tongue, lips moving slowly against his, arm coming around to grip his waist. It's still so new, and it strikes Kris no less than a dozen times a day - this is his, he's allowed this now, it's all his for the taking. Every time he's struck by the urge to touch or kiss or even just look, he can, with no reason for secrecy or shame. And every time he does, Adam will just melt into his touch or happily kiss back or blush under his gaze. It's such a gift, and Kris feels humbled, grateful.
Kris stays tucked against Adam's side as Adam eats; he tells Adam about playing the guitar all morning, maybe writing out a song or two soon.
"Yeah?" Adam pauses, smiling at him. There's a bit of sauce on his chin and Kris licks it away.
"It's... not much, but it's there in my head, y'know? I figure I should try, see where it goes."
"You definitely should. You know music, you've been playing for a while. Maybe it's time to take the next step," Adam says.
Kris nods. "Exactly."
"Dibs on first listen," Adam grins before taking the last bite.
Kris watches Adam chew, and he feels like he's melting under Adam's soft, encouraging gaze. "Yeah, of course," he whispers as he tucks his face into Adam's neck. "You're first everything."
When Adam finishes the glass of water, he wraps his arms around Kris, warm and tight. They sit there for a long time, murmuring conversation, until Kris stands and tugs Adam back upstairs.
---
When they slip back into Kris's room, Adam's phone is buzzing on top of the desk. Adam picks it up and Kris tugs him down to sit on the bed.
"Mom? What's up?" Kris crawls to the headboard and pulls Adam along. Adam wraps his arm around Kris as he rests his cheek on Adam's chest and closes his eyes, listening to the light rumble of Adam's voice, smiling when Adam's fingers card through his hair.
"Okay. Yeah, in an hour. See you." Adam reaches over to drop his phone on the dresser before tugging Kris down to lie sideways on the bed. It takes about a minute of shifting and wiggling to find a comfortable cuddling position, and Kris ends up sprawled half on top of Adam, their legs tangled together. Adam's hand immediately latches back on to Kris's hair.
Kris sighs happily. "What did she say?"
"Neil's school thing was cancelled, so I'll just go home from here," Adam says, fingers still working.
"Do you know where you're going tonight?"
"It's dad's turn to pick, so I'm sure we'll end up eating bizarre Ethiopian food or whatever." Adam smiles. "It'll be awesome. Or maybe a disaster. But that's okay."
Kris traces Adam's lips with his fingertips. "It's your dad. I'm sure it'll be cool."
"Yeah. I'm telling him about you tonight."
Kris raises his eyebrows and moves his fingers down to Adam's neck, tracing random patterns on the light dusting of freckles there. "You haven't yet?"
"I wanted to say it in person," Adam says, wrinkling his nose. "Too sappy?"
"Nah, it's sweet." Kris kisses him lightly. "You think he'll say anything?"
"Well, he knows something's been going on. Neil always brought it up because he knows it'll score an easy blush," Adam rolls his eyes. "I dunno, maybe he'll start teasing me too, now that it's all official."
"Will he call me up, ask what me about my intentions?"
Adam's laugh is loud and sudden, and it makes Kris smile. He splays his hand on Adam's chest to feel it move. "You know what, he just might." Adam kisses his nose. "And what will you say?"
"I only have the purest of intentions toward your son, sir," Kris says evenly, eyes narrowed and voice gone deep. He can maintain his serious look for just a couple of seconds before he breaks, giggling into Adam's mouth. "That's a total lie."
Adam kisses him through his laughter, one hand tucking into Kris's back pocket. "I hope so. Pure is the last thing I want you to be," Adam murmurs as he squeezes Kris's ass and starts to kiss him deeper. Kris sighs, feeling dreamy, wraps his arms around Adam's neck and opens his mouth further. He feels Adam groan against him when he delves his hand in Adam's hair, nails scratching the scalp. Kris just closes his eyes and lets himself feel, the light scratch of stubble against his chin, Adam's fingers flexing on his back, Adam's foot moving back and forth over his.
Long minutes pass with them just kissing, mouths going dry and lips going numb. Eventually they just lie there facing each other, hands ghosting over soft skin.
Kris's fingertips find their way back to Adam's lips. He just can't get enough. "Busy tomorrow?" Adam asks.
"Church. History paper. And worksheets for chem," Kris murmurs.
"Come over," Adam says, fingers digging into Kris's spine. "Do it at my house."
"Yeah? You don't mind?"
Adam rolls his eyes fondly and smiles. "Of course not. I wanna see you."
"Not sick of me yet?"
Adam narrows his eyes and holds Kris's face in his hands. "I'm never gonna get enough of you," Adam whispers achingly before drawing him into a soft, slow kiss. Kris's heart stutters in his chest, and he pulls Adam close, twists his hand in Adam's hair.
Being around Adam makes him feel safe, like he can say anything out loud. "Me neither. I miss you so much when you're not around."
Adam pushes their foreheads together. "I know. Me too."
"I want you with me. Always."
"Right back at you, baby."
---
"Call me," Kris says, hoping he doesn't sound too needy, trying to pretend that he's just smoothing down Adam's shirt and definitely not fighting the urge to tug Adam back inside the house.
Adam just grins at him, and basically, Kris knows he's busted. "After dinner, yes," Adam says as he presses Kris into the side of the car.
Kris absently curls their fingers together. And God, yeah, he wants nothing more than to make Adam stay a little longer. "Good," is all he can think of to say.
"And I'll see you tomorrow," Adam says, voice firm. It makes Kris smile.
"Yes. Your house, after church. To, um, study. And stuff," Kris answers, eyebrows raised.
Adam smiles wickedly and leans forward, murmuring "lots and lots of other stuff" before catching Kris's lips in a deep kiss. Kris is more than happy to give in, letting himself be pressed almost painfully up against the car, Adam's lips hot and insistent and knowing.
They part with a gasp, holding on to each other as they try to catch their breath. Kris noses into Adam's shoulder, breathing in deep, willing himself to remember this afternoon, all of it, keep it with him all through the night, let it sustain him until they see each other again. The night will be lonely, he knows, but there are so many more amazing moments to look forward to, now. The universe seems more infinite than ever before, opening up to them, together, just waiting for them to discover everything they are, everything they can be.
It's going to be an amazing adventure.
Next: say them loudly
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: R
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~4,400
Summary: It's Saturday afternoon, and Adam is late. (The early days. High school AU.)
A/N: I'm having so much fun writing these little stories, and all of your lovely comments seriously make my day. Thank you so much!
This installment takes place three days after how i'll start. For the kissbingo prompt emotion: laughter.
Master post of previous installments: here
Kris is in the living room, fiddling with his guitar, fingers restless on the strings and eyes darting to the clock. It's Saturday afternoon, and Adam is late.
This isn't anything they haven't done before - they've been friends for years, and they've hung out on weekends often enough. Adam's been in his house - in his room - dozens of times, but. Kris kissed him for the very first time on Wednesday night, they've been kissing every day since then, and of course everything is different now. They've gone just about as far as they can get in the backseats of their cars - hours and hours of kissing, learning each other's mouths, hands wandering strictly under t-shirts but over belts. It's been three days of great fun, what he knows is an idiot grin plastered on his face pretty much the whole 72 hours, his personal space invaded by a warm body as often as humanly possible.
Adam is giggly, sweet, gorgeous as all heck, overflowing with affection that Kris very eagerly accepts. Kris wants to brand himself into Adam's skin, always tries to get as close as he can, but it's never close enough.
They haven't talked about it yet, but Kris knows what he wants, what the ache in the pit of his stomach means, that when he jerks himself off in the shower every night, he wants another body with him. Wants someone else's touch. He wants Adam, and more than that, he knows Adam too, knows his heart, knows there's no one he can trust more. He hopes Adam feels the same way.
Before he can get too far into his musings though, there's a sharp knock on the door, and Kris's heart stutters in his chest. He opens the front door to a harried, slightly disheveled Adam, smile warm and tired. "Sorry I'm so late," he says. "It was crazy, Mr. D. didn't want to give up on the run through, and it was just -- all of it was a disaster."
Kris frowns in sympathy and draws Adam into the foyer, tilting up on his toes and pulling Adam in for a hug. Adam just about collapses against him with a deep sigh, nose buried in his neck. Kris squeezes his waist carefully and lets his hands span up and down Adam's back, fingers digging in a vague massage-like way. Adam's sighs shudder against him as they stand like that for a while, just holding each other.
Eventually Kris manages to tug them both further into the house, mumbling, "Go lie down, I'll get you some food."
Adam makes a soft noise of protest when Kris lets go, but Kris insistently pushes him down onto the living room couch. Adam groans and tips sideways, wraps his arms around a throw pillow and snuggles into it like a kitten. Kris smiles and brushes a hand through Adam's hair before ambling into the kitchen, carefully putting the previous night's pasta and garlic bread in the oven. He places the food and a tall glass of lukewarm water on a tray and slowly walks back into the living room.
Adam's curled on his side, eyes half-lidded but wholly trained on him. Kris feels a blush rise up his cheeks but keeps his gaze, carefully setting the tray down. "Eat," he says.
Adam smiles and reaches a hand out to pull him onto the couch. Kris obediently leans back, pulling one knee upward and leaning into the curve that Adam's body made. His hand immediately comes up to card through Adam's hair. Adam leans into the touch, his knees curling further to rest against Kris's hip, essentially wrapping himself all around Kris. "Hi," Adam grins.
"Hey. Eat."
Adam shuts his eyes. "Too tired."
"That bad?" Kris asks, hand rubbing Adam's back.
"Worse," Adam mumbles. "
"I'm sure it'll get better."
"God, I hope so. Or else Mr. D.'s head is going to explode."
"You guys just need some more time."
"Mmm. Feels good," Adam sighs when Kris's fingers dig harder into his shirt.
Kris continues his ministrations, randomly moving his fingers and working off of Adam's reactions. He feels an amazing combination of pride and lust for being able to draw those sounds from Adam's mouth, little sighs and soft moans. He abruptly pulls away once he feels his jeans tighten uncomfortably, squirming in his seat and hoping Adam wouldn't notice.
Adam's forehead wrinkles at the loss of contact, but his eyes stay shut, still clutching Kris's hand to his chest. He's gorgeous like this, rumpled and a little clingy, the shock of brown hair messy on his head, thousands of freckles down his neck and arms, body sinuously twisted around Kris's. Kris feels a sharp jolt of possessiveness tug at his stomach, makes him want to claim, to mark him, climb into Adam's skin and live there. So he carefully lies down next to Adam, twisting around a little, fitting his body into Adam's curves, for once grateful for his size. Adam sighs happily when Kris's hand wraps around his waist and their legs tangle together.
Kris presses a soft kiss on Adam's nose. "Hi."
Adam opens his eyes, bright and gorgeous blue taking Kris's breath away. "Hi, love."
It's easy, natural, to tip his chin forward so he can tug on Adam's upper lip, to swallow Adam's sharp gasp in his mouth. He knows it now, how to move his lips the way Adam likes, anticipates Adam's tongue toying with his bottom lip, to use the very barest hint of teeth to make Adam squirm. Kissing is the best, Kris loves kissing, loves being close to Adam like this, loves Adam's hand twisted in his hair, holding him in place, like he's even thinking of being anywhere else right now. Adam's lips feel amazing, lovely and soft, the shape of it achingly familiar now.
Kris shudders when Adam's tongue strokes the roof of his mouth, when Adam's grip tightens in his hair, when Adam thrusts into his hip. His breath catches in his throat when they shift around and he feels the line of Adam's dick through their clothes, unmistakable, hot and hard against his thigh. The house is empty, they aren't in the backseat of a car anymore, and Kris suddenly feels an overwhelming burst of want, he's almost lightheaded with it.
This is new, Kris hitching his leg up and around Adam's waist, hips tilting just so. Adam lets out a broken moan, mouth going slack and gasping. His hand comes down to palm Kris's ass, shifting them a little more - and that, that's perfect, their erections lining up through their jeans, tearing a whine from Kris's throat. It's clumsy at first, but soon they find a rhythm, thrusting into each other, gasping and nipping at each other's mouths, neither of them capable of shaping their mouths to kiss. Kris's heel is digging into the back of Adam's knee, and Adam's hand is scrabbling up Kris's back, fingers searing points of heat into his skin, it's fantastic, their hips jerking, heat trapped between their bodies.
Adam's surrounding him, heavy and hot, and Kris is close, so close. Kris's hand drifts under Adam's shirt and up his back, feels the ripple of muscle working underneath soft, smooth skin; he gropes clumsily until his thumb brushes a nipple and Adam lets out the hottest, sexiest sound Kris has ever heard in his life. Kris does it again and again, pinching and rubbing, feels it pebble under his fingers, until suddenly Adam's muscles lock around him, thrusts turning quick and erratic, and - oh.
Kris just holds him through it, absorbs Adam's shudders into his body, listens to the hot gasping noises Adam makes, watches agony and bliss blend on Adam's face. Kris feels hot and cold all over, he's never been more overwhelmed in his life. He commits all of it to memory, he never wants to forget this single, perfect moment. He can't help but lean forward to cup Adam's cheek and kiss him, wanting to feel Adam's breathy moans against his lips, waits until Adam's recovered enough to kiss back, body going limp and boneless against his.
When they pull apart to breathe, Adam's blushing, eyes not quite meeting his. Kris smiles and tips his chin up. "Hey."
Adam's eyes fly to his briefly before he shakes his head and buries his face in Kris's neck. "Oh my God, Kris," he mumbles.
It takes all of Kris's self control to keep still, to stop his hips from moving, to take a second and talk. He concentrates on the texture of Adam's hair around his fingers, thick and beautiful. "That was totally hot."
Adam laughs. "I haven't come in my pants in years. Jesus."
Kris thinks it's probably wrong to feel a burst of pride at that, but whatever. "We'll take our pants off next time, then," he says, and Adam moans against him, hip shifting, lips latching on the sensitive skin of Kris's neck, and --
Kris can't help but fist at Adam's hair and thrust back, leg twisted around Adam's waist, foot digging at the back of his knee once again. "Oh, God. Come on, baby. Your turn," Adam whispers against his lips before giving him the dirtiest kiss of his life, mouth open and tongue working. Kris's thrusts become erratic and Adam pushes back against him, finding a rhythm, going hard and fast. Kris is close again, feels like his brain has flown away from his skull, just, he needs just a little more --
He pushes up on his knees and Adam immediately shifts on his back, hands squeezing his ass and murmuring "yeah, come on," eyes dark and staring intently at him, mouth open. Kris braces his hands on either side of Adam's head, shameless, thrusting frantically. Adam's voice and hands and the feel of Adam's body underneath him - it's all his, Adam offering himself up, he'd made Adam come, jeez - Kris lets all of that wash over him as he moves, and he feels the orgasm from the base of his spine, white hot and overwhelming. Adam surges upward to kiss him through it, swallowing his whimpers, hands strong and steady against his.
Kris slumps into Adam, arms shaking from exertion. Adam gently tips them both sideways and crowds Kris into the back of the couch. His touches are gentle, lips dropping small kisses all over his face.
They're quiet for a long time, just kissing and petting. Kris can't stop himself from reaching out to touch every bit of skin he can reach, and is just about to open his mouth to ask Adam to take off his shirt when suddenly a tell-tale rumble sounds out from Adam's stomach.
"Oops."
Kris laughs and kisses him again, feeling light and giddy, Adam's touch heavy on his skin. He imagines dozens, hundreds of afternoons just like this, talking and laughing and making out, being together, finally, after wanting it so badly for so long. Kris feels the idea settle heavy and warm in his heart, feels his skin buzzing, joy pouring out of him in waves. He hopes Adam feels it too.
He sits up and straddles Adam again. "Bet you're not tired anymore," Kris smirks.
Adam rolls his eyes playfully and sits up to wrap his arms around Kris's waist. "Feed me," he murmurs into Kris's neck.
His arms squeeze around Adam in a hug, and Kris loves this too, just holding Adam close, feeling his heartbeat, the world quiet around them. He noses at Adam's hair and breathes. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. Can we change first, though?"
Adam chuckles against him. "Yes, please."
---
Kris tugs on Adam's hand and they stumble up the stairs and into Kris's room. Adam leans on the edge of the desk and smirks at him.
"What?" Kris asks, wary.
"You cleaned up."
Kris gazes around the room, taking in the visible floor, the neat stack of books and papers on the desk, the full laundry basket. "I don't know what you mean."
Adam guffaws. "I know you, Kristopher. You cleaned up. You cleaned up for me," he coos, eyes widening in delight. "Oh my God, you were totally planning to take me up here and seduce me."
Kris feels a blush rise up his cheeks, but he just rolls his eyes and marches to his closet. "Can't seduce the willing," he mutters. He stands back to examine the contents, trying to figure out what he can lend Adam, when suddenly a pair of arms wrap around him from behind. He happily leans into the embrace, hums when Adam rests his chin on his head. Kris feels steady and warm, standing like this, in his bedroom - with his boyfriend, wow - like they've done it a thousand times before.
"Is this weird?"
"What's weird?"
"This," Kris answers vaguely, rubbing at Adam's arms. "Us. Together."
"Not at all," Adam murmurs into his temple. "It's... nice."
"Nice?" Kris turns around and raises an eyebrow at him. "That's it?"
Adam beams at him and leans down to kiss him gently. It's soft and sweet, and Kris wants more. Always more. "It's awesome." Another kiss. "Mindblowing." Another. "Fucking hot." And Kris is being pulled to his toes, Adam's mouth forceful and unyielding, and Kris lets himself be carried away by it, ready and willing to go wherever Adam wants to go.
"Good," Kris murmurs, taking a second to breathe, pushing up on his toes to press a kiss on Adam's forehead. "Because I don't know if you know this, but I like you kind of a lot."
"I really like you kind of a lot too," Adam breathes into the space between them. "And not just because you're sexy as all hell," he adds as an afterthought.
Kris feels himself blush. "Stop."
"No, seriously. God," Adam says, hands squeezing Kris's waist. "You on the couch? That's going to fuel all my wet dreams for years, baby." He pulls away a little, hot gaze dragging from the top of Kris's head down to his toes, and back up again. Kris boldly meets Adam's eyes, the slight burn of embarrassment quickly replaced by a familiar curl of want. He feels daring and safe at the same time, the ghost of Adam's touch, Adam writhing under him, Adam, Adam, Adam, effortlessly tearing away any kind of shame.
"Mmm, you don't get to be embarrassed either," Kris says, sucking a kiss into Adam's neck, grinning wickedly at Adam's answering shudder.
"Okay," Adam says, tilting his head, wordlessly asking for more.
Kris's lips move up a couple inches, and he feels Adam's knees buckle. Awesome. "Good," Kris murmurs, memorizing that spot. "So when can we do it again?"
Adam laughs and turns his head for a small kiss. "You're amazing."
Kris kisses back, teasing, one hand stealing a quick grope of Adam's ass. "Now's a good time for me, just saying." His other hand drifts up to brush at Adam's nipple through his shirt. Adam bucks against him, and Kris relishes the feeling, loving that he could make Adam feel this way, that he's slowly but surely learning Adam's body and what Adam likes. He swallows Adam's moan and tilts his chin so they can deepen the kiss.
"You play dirty," Adam gasps, gripping the base of his neck. "I want you so much." Another kiss, soft this time.
"I want you too," Kris says as he presses himself closer, pushes up on his toes and wraps his arms around Adam's neck. It's amazing, how all of his thoughts just instantly fly out of his brain, how Adam can so easily weave this hot, heavy spell around him. When Adam makes a choked noise in his throat and hauls him closer, Kris happily takes that as a sign that he basically does the same thing to Adam.
It's barely been three days, but kissing Adam is almost second nature now, it isn't something Kris has to think about. Their bodies slot together easily, lips moving in concert, the heat pooled in Kris's stomach building and building. The bed is right there, and Kris has thought about this so many times, dreamed about it, him and Adam and all the things they could do on it.
Before Kris can tug Adam backward, Adam pulls away with a soft gasp. Kris's fingers come up to trace Adam's lips, gaze lingering at the freckles there. He'd always wondered how they would feel like, taste like, if the dots of brown are raised, if he could feel them if he flicked his tongue on Adam's lips. They aren't, and Kris can't, but he imagines it anyway, pressing forward to take another taste.
Adam kisses him back, slow and soft, thumb sliding up and down his neck. The simple, possessive touch makes Kris shiver. He pulls away and follows the freckles down Adam's neck, enthusiastically licking and sucking, tugging Adam's shirt downward to line kisses along Adam's collarbone.
Adam sighs, breath ruffling Kris's hair. Kris slowly makes his way back up on the other side of Adam's neck, swirling his tongue, taking his tume until Adam tugs him back up to kiss his lips. Kris delves his hand in Adam's hair, mindlessly toying with it until they have to pull away for air.
They stare at each other for a long moment, and Adam keeps himself bent, lips still touching.
"You're perfect," Adam breathes.
Kris smiles lazily, fingers trailing down the side of Adam's face. "So are you," he says, and he kisses Adam again, nipping at his lips. That's when Kris figures the bed can probably wait, that there's time for it later, and this is just really really nice. So he pulls away, grabs Adam's hand and tugs him closer to the closet. "Pick something so I can feed you."
Adam just stands there and blinks for a couple seconds, eyes glazed. "What?"
"Clothes, babe," Kris laughs into Adam's shoulder. "Sweatpants okay?"
Adam nods dopily as Kris hands him the biggest pair he can find. Kris takes hold of Adam's shoulders and pushes him into the bathroom.
"I'll be in the kitchen. Don't injure yourself," Kris says, feeling a little smug. He figures he's allowed; he'd just rendered Adam speechless, after all.
---
Adam eventually makes it to the kitchen, barefoot and grinning. Kris grins back and pushes him onto a chair, pouring a tall glass of water before sitting down. "Eat."
Adam just looks at him for a split second then pulls his chair closer, ducking down for a quick kiss. "Thank you," Adam says before picking up his fork and digging in.
Kris smiles at the appreciative noises Adam makes as he eats, pulls Adam's free hand for a kiss and then cradling it between his. "There's more where that came from, so just ask."
It's nice, to be able to do something like this for Adam, to make Adam feel a little better after the long day he's had. Kris just watches him avidly, happy to observe the miracle of him, sitting in Kris's kitchen, eating Kris's food, hanging out like he's done a dozen other times. Everything's the same yet different - it's more, better, and when Adam pauses to raise a questioning eyebrow at him, he just shakes his head and leans in.
This will never get old, Kris thinks as Adam's mouth opens at the press of his tongue, lips moving slowly against his, arm coming around to grip his waist. It's still so new, and it strikes Kris no less than a dozen times a day - this is his, he's allowed this now, it's all his for the taking. Every time he's struck by the urge to touch or kiss or even just look, he can, with no reason for secrecy or shame. And every time he does, Adam will just melt into his touch or happily kiss back or blush under his gaze. It's such a gift, and Kris feels humbled, grateful.
Kris stays tucked against Adam's side as Adam eats; he tells Adam about playing the guitar all morning, maybe writing out a song or two soon.
"Yeah?" Adam pauses, smiling at him. There's a bit of sauce on his chin and Kris licks it away.
"It's... not much, but it's there in my head, y'know? I figure I should try, see where it goes."
"You definitely should. You know music, you've been playing for a while. Maybe it's time to take the next step," Adam says.
Kris nods. "Exactly."
"Dibs on first listen," Adam grins before taking the last bite.
Kris watches Adam chew, and he feels like he's melting under Adam's soft, encouraging gaze. "Yeah, of course," he whispers as he tucks his face into Adam's neck. "You're first everything."
When Adam finishes the glass of water, he wraps his arms around Kris, warm and tight. They sit there for a long time, murmuring conversation, until Kris stands and tugs Adam back upstairs.
---
When they slip back into Kris's room, Adam's phone is buzzing on top of the desk. Adam picks it up and Kris tugs him down to sit on the bed.
"Mom? What's up?" Kris crawls to the headboard and pulls Adam along. Adam wraps his arm around Kris as he rests his cheek on Adam's chest and closes his eyes, listening to the light rumble of Adam's voice, smiling when Adam's fingers card through his hair.
"Okay. Yeah, in an hour. See you." Adam reaches over to drop his phone on the dresser before tugging Kris down to lie sideways on the bed. It takes about a minute of shifting and wiggling to find a comfortable cuddling position, and Kris ends up sprawled half on top of Adam, their legs tangled together. Adam's hand immediately latches back on to Kris's hair.
Kris sighs happily. "What did she say?"
"Neil's school thing was cancelled, so I'll just go home from here," Adam says, fingers still working.
"Do you know where you're going tonight?"
"It's dad's turn to pick, so I'm sure we'll end up eating bizarre Ethiopian food or whatever." Adam smiles. "It'll be awesome. Or maybe a disaster. But that's okay."
Kris traces Adam's lips with his fingertips. "It's your dad. I'm sure it'll be cool."
"Yeah. I'm telling him about you tonight."
Kris raises his eyebrows and moves his fingers down to Adam's neck, tracing random patterns on the light dusting of freckles there. "You haven't yet?"
"I wanted to say it in person," Adam says, wrinkling his nose. "Too sappy?"
"Nah, it's sweet." Kris kisses him lightly. "You think he'll say anything?"
"Well, he knows something's been going on. Neil always brought it up because he knows it'll score an easy blush," Adam rolls his eyes. "I dunno, maybe he'll start teasing me too, now that it's all official."
"Will he call me up, ask what me about my intentions?"
Adam's laugh is loud and sudden, and it makes Kris smile. He splays his hand on Adam's chest to feel it move. "You know what, he just might." Adam kisses his nose. "And what will you say?"
"I only have the purest of intentions toward your son, sir," Kris says evenly, eyes narrowed and voice gone deep. He can maintain his serious look for just a couple of seconds before he breaks, giggling into Adam's mouth. "That's a total lie."
Adam kisses him through his laughter, one hand tucking into Kris's back pocket. "I hope so. Pure is the last thing I want you to be," Adam murmurs as he squeezes Kris's ass and starts to kiss him deeper. Kris sighs, feeling dreamy, wraps his arms around Adam's neck and opens his mouth further. He feels Adam groan against him when he delves his hand in Adam's hair, nails scratching the scalp. Kris just closes his eyes and lets himself feel, the light scratch of stubble against his chin, Adam's fingers flexing on his back, Adam's foot moving back and forth over his.
Long minutes pass with them just kissing, mouths going dry and lips going numb. Eventually they just lie there facing each other, hands ghosting over soft skin.
Kris's fingertips find their way back to Adam's lips. He just can't get enough. "Busy tomorrow?" Adam asks.
"Church. History paper. And worksheets for chem," Kris murmurs.
"Come over," Adam says, fingers digging into Kris's spine. "Do it at my house."
"Yeah? You don't mind?"
Adam rolls his eyes fondly and smiles. "Of course not. I wanna see you."
"Not sick of me yet?"
Adam narrows his eyes and holds Kris's face in his hands. "I'm never gonna get enough of you," Adam whispers achingly before drawing him into a soft, slow kiss. Kris's heart stutters in his chest, and he pulls Adam close, twists his hand in Adam's hair.
Being around Adam makes him feel safe, like he can say anything out loud. "Me neither. I miss you so much when you're not around."
Adam pushes their foreheads together. "I know. Me too."
"I want you with me. Always."
"Right back at you, baby."
---
"Call me," Kris says, hoping he doesn't sound too needy, trying to pretend that he's just smoothing down Adam's shirt and definitely not fighting the urge to tug Adam back inside the house.
Adam just grins at him, and basically, Kris knows he's busted. "After dinner, yes," Adam says as he presses Kris into the side of the car.
Kris absently curls their fingers together. And God, yeah, he wants nothing more than to make Adam stay a little longer. "Good," is all he can think of to say.
"And I'll see you tomorrow," Adam says, voice firm. It makes Kris smile.
"Yes. Your house, after church. To, um, study. And stuff," Kris answers, eyebrows raised.
Adam smiles wickedly and leans forward, murmuring "lots and lots of other stuff" before catching Kris's lips in a deep kiss. Kris is more than happy to give in, letting himself be pressed almost painfully up against the car, Adam's lips hot and insistent and knowing.
They part with a gasp, holding on to each other as they try to catch their breath. Kris noses into Adam's shoulder, breathing in deep, willing himself to remember this afternoon, all of it, keep it with him all through the night, let it sustain him until they see each other again. The night will be lonely, he knows, but there are so many more amazing moments to look forward to, now. The universe seems more infinite than ever before, opening up to them, together, just waiting for them to discover everything they are, everything they can be.
It's going to be an amazing adventure.
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