Forbidden Fruit - Part Two (2/2)
Forbidden Fruit
Part Two
By: We_Dreamerz
Betaed By: atomic_dawn and bluemchenkaffee
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Genre & Timeline: RPS - AU - Set in the Fictonal Kingdom of Idolla.
Rating: NC17 PWithP
Word Count: 13,428 Total
Status: Complete Oneshot
Warnings: Porn, maybe a little schmoopy in places.
Disclaimer: Although I wish they were mine to play with...Adam and Kris belong to themselves and all of this didn’t happen.
Summary: Freedom, it’s all Kris ever wanted from life. Living as street performer, roaming from town to town, Kris was content. But one frozen moment in the Market Square of Wildbriar has Kris second guessing all his choices. Intense blue eyes, sensual lips, Lord Adam was everything he’d ever wanted, and all that he could never have.
Written for the Masquerade Challenge at filthyminds. Come by and check out the other submissions.
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The sound of birds and the smell of coffee roused Adam from his slumber. He stretched his body, smiling.
Kris.
The scent of their lovemaking wafted from the sheets and Adam reached for him, frowning when his hands came back empty. He opened his eyes, squinting into the sunlit room. Kris was nowhere to be found.
Coldness crept into his gut as he rose and donned a black velvet robe. With shaking hands he rang for the butler when his eyes fell on a small piece of folded parchment on the desk by the door.
Adam,
I can not allow myself to dream the fairytale could be true, that reality could let us be - a magnificent Lord and lowly street performer. And so I must leave to save us both the heartache.
Yours Always,
Kris
Adam’s heart clenched as he read the note. Shaking his head, he ran into the hall way, dodging half dressed stragglers as they left, too impatient to wait. He met his butler on the stairs instead.
“Good morning, My Lord,” Samuel said with a wide grin, carrying Adam’s breakfast. “I trust you slept well.” Samuel winked at him but faltered when he saw Adam’s face.
“When did he leave?” Adam asked, his voice unsteady.”
Samuel sighed. “Did I not tell you, Sir? Did I not say this would only end badly?”
Adam clenched his fists and repeated through his teeth, “When did he leave?”
“Sun-up, My Lord.” Samuel’s face was stoic, eyes sad. “He roused his friend and left in one of the hired carriages.”
Adam felt a numbness crawl over his skin and sink into his soul. “Why did you let him leave without waking me?” he asked softly.
Samuel was silent, him mouth set in a straight line that made Adam want to slap him. Instead he roared, demanding an answer to his question.
“I thought it best, Sir. Now that you’ve had your fun, you can forget him and find yourself a more suitable match.”
Red heat coursed through Adam’s veins. “You…you thought it best?” Samuel had been with Adam’s family through several generations and did not approve of Adam’s hedonistic lifestyle. He’d been urging Adam to find a sweet young lady to carry on the family line.
When Adam had come home with stars in his eyes over the handsome musician, Samuel had tried to dissuade him. Adam had just waved away his concerns but clearly, he should have paid more attention to his Butler’s demeanor.
“I think you’d best call for Lords Bell and Haley, rouse the stable boys and have our mounts ready,” Adam said tersely.
“Yes, Sir.” Samuel nodded, his face blank, clenching the breakfast tray as he turned to do his master’s bidding.
“And Samuel,” Adam called after him, fiery anger burning in his stomach. “You’d best hope that we find him.”
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Adam’s boots fell with a heavy thud as he walked to the window of Kris’ empty room. His belongings were gone but the room still smelled of him - sunshine and fresh air, a sweet musk that made Adam’s sex stir.
“My Lord, they left but an hour ago. I overheard the tall one say that they would travel the Northern road.” Mrs. Smythe, their landlord, said from the doorway. “I…I hope they did nothing wrong. They were such good boys,” she said wringing her hands.
Adam smiled warmly and touched the old woman’s shoulder. “No, they did nothing wrong, My Dear,” he said, pressing some coins into her hand. “I need to speak with Kristopher. If he should return…please have me summoned immediately.”
Mrs. Smythe nodded her head and showed him to the door. Lord Bell was leaning casually against the porch rail, eyeing Adam as he approached.
“No luck?”
“Where is Cassidy? Mrs. Smythe said they left an hour ago, headed north,” Adam said, swinging a leg over his horse and adjusting his seat.
“Right here, My Lord,” Cassidy appeared with a sack, which he tucked into his saddle bags. “I took the liberty of purchasing provisions for the trip I assumed we’re about to take,” he said with a crooked grin.
Adam smiled back at his friends as they climbed onto their horses, ready to follow where he led. For the first time since waking, his heart lifted, blessed by the presence of loyalty.
They took the road as fast as they could, not wanting to tire the horses or miss signs that Kris and Matt had been by or turned off. By nightfall it was clear that they had somehow missed them or Mrs. Smythe had been misinformed. They made camp and Adam listened to Cassidy and Bradford talk, smiling at their banter but not having the heart to join in. The next day Adam returned home, devastated but resolute.
He would find Kris and he would make him see, under no uncertain terms, that Adam couldn’t care less what reality had in store for them. He made his own decisions and damned if he would let propriety tell him who to love
“My Lord!” a squire burst into the library and Adam rose in surprise. Samuel was behind him, his face dour and disapproving.
“I tried to contain him, My Lord. But he insisted,” Samuel said, grasping the squire by his arm.
“My Lord, I bring news of your search!” the squire exclaimed, shooting Samuel a triumphant look when Adam bade him speak.
“Sir, we’ve found his family.” The squire spoke, his face lit up with a smile that brought joy to Adam’s heart. His people had been so helpful and supportive.
“Come in, David. Please, you look tired. Have a drink and tell me what you have learned,” Adam said, inviting the squire to sit. “That will be all for now, Samuel.” He said, dismissing the butler.
David was his youngest squire, brunette and beautiful, sweet with innocence. He waited while David downed a glass of water and then filled it again, smiling when David grinned gratefully.
“Thank you, My Lord, I ran all the way from town when the search party returned with the news. They have found Mr. Allen’s family and…you’ll not believe what they found!”
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“No!” Kris said, slamming shut his guitar case. “I will not return!”
“We’ve been here over a month and haven’t made half of what we make in Wildbriar!” Matt argued, placing his hands on his hips. “What in God’s name happened between the two of you that would make you run so far?”
Kris turned on him, avoiding the strange looks they were getting from passersby. “I am not running!” he hissed.
“That’s what it looks like from this end.” Matt folded his arms across his chest, staring Kris down. “I think you owe me some sort of explanation. Whatever happened, it’s affected me as well.”
Kris felt the familiar fear twist his gut as he looked his friend in the eye. He’d followed Kris blindly, left the city they’d grown to love. Kris looked away, shuffling his feet. Yes, Matt deserved an explanation. But what could he say? How would Matt ever understand what he’d given up for his freedom?
“Come on, let’s have a beer, and I’ll tell you,” Kris said softly.
Matt grinned and put his arm around Kris’ shoulder as they walked to the little pub down the street.
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Matt sat silently looking out the window of their tiny room, listening to the soft sounds of Kris snoring and contemplating everything that his friend had revealed. It was hard to imagine - Kristopher Allen, a Lord. The Kris he knew was quiet and unassuming, fiercely loyal to those that he loved and humble to the depths of his soul. Matt smiled into the darkness.
But then isn’t that exactly what a Lord should be?
Matt looked over at Kris’ sleeping form and wondered how his parents could have been so cruel. To deny him his birthright because he loved another man was ludicrous. But then Matt never had seen eye to eye with the religious sect. He sighed and nibbled at a slice of bread from the loaf they’d taken home.
Kris had given up his birthright, his family, his home - all for his freedom, to live as he felt was right. And he had refused to go back and claim it, letting his brother become his father's heir.
“Either way, I lose. If I go home and claim my rightful place, I can not have him. If I go to him as a common street performer, I can not have him. He could give me his nights, his body. But his life? That he can not share with someone so below his station and it was foolish of me to dream it.” Kris’ voice had sounded so desolate, so lonely. Matt couldn’t stand it.
But he found it difficult to believe that Lord Adam, the man who fought to bring equality to his realm would let a little thing like a title stand in the way of love. Matt’s heart quickened as a plan formed. Suddenly excited, he stood and rummaged through his things, looking for the little stash of paper he kept. Clearly, someone needed to talk some sense into Kris. And something told Matt that with Lord Adam, his friend could not argue.
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Adam stormed out into the bailey, calling for his horses, Bradford and Cassidy hot on his heels. The stable boys scampered into action, quickly bringing forth their mounts.
“Lord Lambert,” someone called after him and Adam rolled his eyes.
“My Lady Allen, I assure you, our business is quite done,” Adam said from atop his horse. The beast stirred restlessly as Lady Allen appeared, sweat upon her brow.
“Lord Lambert, you have spoken with my husband. I beg you now to speak with me,” she was frantic, her face red, eyes wet with unshed tears.
Adam sighed. “What have you to say?” Adam asked wearily.
“You have…you have seen Kris?” she asked, wiping her hands on his skirt.
“I have,” he answered, voice soft. Was it longing he read in her eyes?
“Is he…is he well?” Lady Allen’s tears spilt down her cheeks and Adam dismounted, patting her shoulder in comfort.
“He is well, Lady. But I fear that your husband’s hatred toward your son’s true self has caused quite a hole in heart. He’s chosen freedom over the life your husband had planned for him.” Adam was guessing, but he could tell that he’d hit the mark when Lady Allen sobbed.
“He threatened Kris, demanded that he give up what he thought was sinful. And Kris left rather than give in or face his father’s wrath."
“And you…do you think it a sin to love another man?” Adam asked, hoping he was reading her right.
She shook her head and looked Adam in the eye. “I can’t imagine love ever being sinful," she said softly, reaching out to grasp Adam's arm. "Is that what I see in your eyes, Lord Lambert? Love for my son?”
Adam smiled, feeling hope for the first time since he'd woken up alone. He saw Kris' strength in Lady Allen's stance, felt an ally in her grip.
"It is, My Lady," he whispered, unable to keep from smiling. "And if we're ever to see him return home, I will need your help."
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"And they stripped his title you say?" King Cowel asked, raising a disbelieving eyebrow at Adam. The King was dressed casually in light leather riding pants and laced shirt. He'd been with the grooms, inspecting his newest acquisition when Adam had arived.
"Yes, Your Highness. You know that I do not presume to suggest how other Lords handle their affairs. But Kristopher has done nothing wrong. I was given access to their law books by a concerned family member. In the Allen's realm it is not against the law. Sexuality simply isn't mentioned at all.
The King made a face and rose from his seat, tapping his chin as he contemplated Adam's words. Adam had always had the King's favor and they were very friendly. In fact he knew the King's mind on matters of his subject's sexuality and the antiquated laws surrounding it. But he'd always been hesitant to act en masse, fearing the more pious of his subjects would revolt.
"Why are you concerned, Adam?" the King said, turning to him. "What do you have to gain in seeing Allen's title restored?"
Adam was unsurprised at the King’s bluntness, his calling Adam out. "I'm in love with him.” Adam confessed, looking him in the eye. "And I'd like the chance to pursue him. I knew him as a musician, a street performer. He stole my heart with his passion and soulful eyes. Now he's run.” Adam shrugged and looked out the window, the memory of Kris' smile a bittersweet consolation. "I know of his title only because I’ve been searching for him. My people traced him to his family’s estate and reported back to me his heritage.”
Adam felt the King's eyes on him and turned to face him. “I care not for his title. I would have him regardless of his station, even if it meant giving up mine. I will pursue him regardless of your decision. Love knows no station, no boundaries." Adam frowned, disgusted with the laws governing them but grateful the King shared his opinion, that he sought to bring their country together with equality for everyone. “But think of the implications, Sire. As I’m sure you’re aware, the Allens are very close to the Sarvers.
"I see," The King resumed his pacing and Adam's gut churned. They’d spent many an hour discussing the King’s vision. Now Adam hoped he would see the possibilities their union could present.
The Allens were very close with their neighbors, Lord and Lady Sarver, whose lands were nearly the size of the Lambert’s. Their son Michael was courting Kris’ cousin, and was rumored to be announcing their engagement soon. Michael was in place to inherit his title within the year, as it was bestowed upon the first born child on the eve of their 25th birthday.
Laws that affected all of the Kingdom’s realms were put to a vote, each of the Lords getting a percentage, based upon the size of their holdings. If Kris were to regain his title and unite with Adam, they could garner support from the Sarvers in their cause. It would make up over half of the King’s lands and could ensure a majority in parliament.
Simon sat down heavily in his chair and Adam met his gaze, sensing he'd come to some kind of decision.
"Perhaps it is time I pay the Allens a visit?" Simon said wearily, rolling his eyes at Adam, a thin smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Adam could not contain his joy as they discussed the details of the King’s visit.
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A meager crowd had gathered, all of them chatting amongst themselves as Kris and Matt sang for them a jaunty little tune. Matt was smiling seductively at a lady in the front as he sang. Kris’ fingers moved on their own, running over the strings of his guitar. Having played the song so often, Kris was sure they could do so without his help, for as usual, Kris’ mind strayed to the warmth of Adam’s bed.
He remembered lying there in Adam’s arms, body heavy and languid, Adam’s soft breath a caress upon his cheek. Kris had snuggled closer, hands on Adam’s body, memorizing his face - soft with sleep and contentment. He was so beautiful and Kris did not think he’d have the strength to leave.
But them Adam’s eyes had opened, flickering blue in the firelight. He’d smiled and nuzzled Kris’ neck, laid tender kisses upon his cheek and lips. Adam’s arms were strong around him, pulling him closer. “Don’t go,” he’d whispered. “I can feel you pulling away.”
“I should,” he’d tried.
“You should not,” Adam smiled but it did not reach his eyes.
“I don’t belong here,” Kris had admitted sadly, heart breaking when Adam’s face clouded.
“You belong with me,” Adam had said, his eyes closing, giving Kris no room for argument. Kris had closed his eyes, giving in until Adam whispered.
“Always with me,” so soft Kris just felt the words against his neck and could have sobbed. When Adam’s breaths had grown even and deep and the sun was just peeked through the windows, Kris had fled.
With tears in his eyes, he’d penned a note, unable to find the words to explain. It had torn out his heart when the door clicked shut behind him but he’d had no other choice. Already his heart was broken. What devastation would lingering have wrought?
Kris sighed as the song came to an end and the crowd politely clapped. Matt launched into their next song and they passed the morning in music, Kris’ mood growing more morose as the day wore on. It had been over two months since he’d fled Adam’s bed. And each day his heart grew more weary.
“And now our dear Kristopher would like to play you a new song. A tale of heartbreak and longing,” Matt said announced, playing the crowd. They grew silent as he strummed the first melancholy chords, his eyes closing as the memories of their night together washed over him, came through him. He sang to the crowd, but in his heart he played always for Adam.
As the last note died, Kris opened his eyes and startled when he saw him, tears glimmering in his blue eyes. Kris opened his mouth to speak but closed it again - not trusting his voice. Not trusting his eyes.
But Adam, ever the charmer, clapped for him, led the crowd in a rousing cheer. “My Lord!” Adam called. “Do sing us another, perhaps a happy tune?”
Kris frowned and shook his head, confused. His heart beat like a galloping pony as Adam approached, a scroll in his gloved hand. Kris was breathless, his head in a fog. Dressed in black leather riding breeches and thigh high boots, a brilliant red laced shirt and black leather vest, Adam smiled. And it was as though an artist had come into Kris’ dreary canvas with his pallet, and painted a bright and shining sun.
“You’ll find,” Adam said softly as he pressed the scroll into Kris’ shaking hand, “I hope…something within that lightens your mood.”
Kris was transfixed by Adam’s gaze, the shine on his lips. He longed to kiss them but remembered the crowd at the last moment.
Adam chuckled, “There will be time enough for that, Love.” Adam whispered and then loudly proclaimed, “In your hand is a missive from the King. I would not tarry in opening it.”
Blushing, Kris unrolled the scroll, his heart stopping as he read the message. When he looked up into Adam’s face his heart skipped into motion. Adam was grinning and Kris just couldn’t help but grin stupidly back at him.
“How did…what…”
“It took some time and a little help,” Adam said, glancing at Matt, who stood off to the side looking hopeful. “I had to find you. I couldn’t let you run away from what I think…what I feel is between us,” Adam shrugged. “I went looking and my search brought me to your parents’ door.”
Kris’ mouth dropped open and he hastily rolled up the scroll. “Adam, why did you do that?” Kris hissed, looking around at the eyes on him. The crowd was silent, enrapt by the show.
“You left me no choice. You left my bed while I was asleep; you left like a coward, Kris. And I wasn’t having it. I expect so much more from you!”
The crowd gasped at Adam’s declaration, their gossip like the buzzing of bees as Kris grasped Adam’s arm and drew him away. “I can not face my parents…The King. Why is he summoning me? My parents will just…”
“Kris, stop. Listen to me,” Adam grabbed Kris’ hands and softly kissed his knuckles. Ignoring the scandalized mutterings from the crowd Adam continued. “The King has been to see your parents. He’s impressed upon them his desire to see your title reinstated. He has…” Adam looked down at his feet a moment, gripped Kris’ hands tightly. “He’s thrown his support behind my courting you.”
Kris’ mouth dropped open and he stared at Adam as though he’d grown a second head. “What did they say?” Kris asked, his mouth suddenly dry.
Adam laughed. “What could they say, he’s the King,” he said, gripping Kris by his biceps and shaking him a little. “Your mother misses you, Kris. Your father…he is…coming around. And I,” Adam shook his head and pressed a light kiss to Kris’s lips. “I am desperate to have you in my bed,” he said, his voice low and rough. “To court you openly and be at your side, as you reclaim your title…if you would allow me the honor.”
Adam’s eyes were fierce; full of something Kris was so hesitant to put a name to. Hope welled up inside his chest and ignoring the crowd, Kris threw himself into Adam’s arms. With a little frantic noise, Kris took his mouth. Adam melted so easily into the kiss - wet and soft, his tongue teasing Kris’. It was urgent and wild, telling Kris everything else he needed to hear, showing Kris exactly where he belonged.
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Adam stood at his side, unable to hide to unmitigated joy in his heart. Kris held his hand, gripping tightly as his father said the words that would bestow upon him his birthright. Kris spoke to his people with the quiet passion with which Adam had fallen in love in the Market Square of Wildbriar. He spoke of peace and prosperity, love for all men and women - and when he was done not an eye was tearless.
Kris escorted Adam to his Coronation Ball, held for all in a wooded grove nearby the castle. It was decorated brightly with ribbons and wildflowers and Adam couldn’t keep from watching him as he spoke with his people - shirtsleeves rolled up, looking for all the world, like the musician in his soul. They asked him to play and someone fetched his guitar. The people danced as he and Matt sang a duet they’d written together, a little jig that had even the King nodding along solemnly.
Adam agreed to sing with Kris and surprised them all with his beautiful voice. They sang of love and hope, their voices blending together perfectly.
"I didn't know you could sing," Kris whispered as they hugged.
Adam shrugged and smiled. "I wanted to be an actor when I was child," he laughed. "I wanted to live the live of a performer."
"We can run now," Kris said, his cheeks glowing. "Live on the road performing and singing."
Adam laughed and looked over at Matt who was lying idly in the grass, a group of ladies around him, listening as he told some fanciful tale. He was dressed richly and ate from their fingers, a look of contentment on his face.
"Somehow I don't think Matt is ready to give up his new found station," Adam laughed. Kris had bestowed upon Matt a small estate, to thank him for his loyalty and friendship. Matt had taken immediately to life as a landowner and had quickly joined Adam, Kris and the King in their cause.
Kris laughed and linked his arm with Adam's as they went to talk with Matt and his lady friends.
They sat in the grass, the warm sunshine on their faces. The three of them sang a few songs together and entertained the ladies until a shadow fell upon Kris' face.
Kris looked up into the face of his father, his mouth settling into a thin line. They had spoken, his father had apologized. But Kris was having a hard time believing it was anything but going along with the King's wishes.
"Kris, Adam, may I speak with you a moment?" he asked. Kris looked into Adam's eyes and Adam nodded. He would do whatever necessary to help heal the rift in Kris' heart.
Moving to a shady corner of the grove, Kris' father spoke. "I know you do not yet trust me." he said softly. "And for that I do not blame you."
Kris was silent, not denying the fact.
Mr. Allen looked at Adam and held out his hand. "You've helped me recognize my own ignorance, and brought my son home to me despite it. I will forever be in your debt."
Adam glanced at Kris to see the light of hope in his eyes, and shook Mr. Allen's hand. "Your son he...he means the world me. I could nothing but see him happy."
Mr. Allen nodded to himself and then looked Adam in the eyes. "I can see that now. And I know that you seek Kris' hand." Mr. Allen turned to his son. "I know I have no say in who it is you marry, the King has made that quite clear. But...I wish to give you my support anyway. To show you that...I am truly sorry for the hurt I've caused you. I...don't pretend to understand. But as Adam pointed out in your defense, who am I to tell someone who to love. And a man would be blind not to see that it is love that you share."
There were tears in Kris eyes as he embraced his father, ensuring him that, yes, his support meant so much to him. Kris turned to Adam, smiling, joy in his heart.
"Let's announce it today then," he said. "Let's announce to the people our betrothal." Adam grinned, thinking more beautiful words were never spoken.
Kris’ father stepped forward and made the announcement. Kris gripped Adam’s hand as his father spoke, afraid at his people's reaction. But the crowd cheered, overjoyed for the obviously happy couple.
“I never dreamed,” Kris whispered into Adam’s neck as they danced later in the moonlight, the grove lit with a million lanterns.
“Dreamed what?” Adam asked, breathing the lingering sunshine from Kris' hair.
“That it could be like this.”
Adam just smiled and pulled him closer. As the music quickened, they grinned at each other and fell into step with the other dancers.
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“I can wait no longer,” Adam said, pressing his cock against Kris’ ass as he unlocked their bedroom door. Drunk on wine and the taste of Adam’s kiss, Kris giggled as they wiggled free of their clothes and pushed Adam onto the bed.
“You’re just lucky we don’t have to wait till we are wed,” Kris said, straddling Adam’s hips and leaning down to kiss him softly, taking his plump lips between his teeth.
“A benefit of being with another man, not much chance of a bastard child,” Adam murmured into their kiss and rolled so that Kris was pressed beneath him, thighs parted, drawing him in to rub against each other.
“Mmm, no,” Kris said, rocking his hips, feeling the swell of Adam’s cock against his own. He let his hands wander over the long muscles of Adam’s back and curl into the soft swell of his ass. Adam moaned as Kris kissed his neck, biting the tender flesh until he was marked.
Kris licked the little love bites and bent to lave Adam's nipple as he twisted the other between his fingers. He loved how Adam responded to him, always so eager; Adam denied him nothing.
With a mischievous smirk, Adam pressed Kris back against the mattress, taking control. Kris closed his eyes, feeling the wet warmth of Adam's mouth close over his nipple. He pushed his fingers into Adam's thick hair, tugging gently, smiling when Adam purred. Adam loved to have his hair petted, his scalp massaged.
Dropping little kisses across Kris' chest, Adam sucked Kris's other nipple, biting sharply, making Kris hiss and arch into him, searching, needy.
Adam moved down between his thighs, dragging his tongue down the length of Kris's cock. "Mmm, so wet," Adam murmured, licking pre-come from his lips as though it were ambrosia and then swirling his tongue around Kris' tip.
Adam's blue eyes sparkled proudly as he grinned up at Kris. "My Lord," he whispered reverently, bending to worship between Kris' thighs.
Warm and wet, Adam sucked him, pulling Kris' length down his throat, dragging the flat of his tongue along the underside of Kris' dick as he pulled up to flick the tip with his tongue.
Adam's eyes were closed, his lips wet with spit as he swallowed Kris' cock. Kris loved to watch his face, the soft, lost expression, the way he would moan as he sucked faster, completely caught up in giving Kris pleasure.
"Adam," Kris gasped, already so close to coming. Adam pulled back reluctantly with one final stroke of his velvety tongue, and kissed his way to Kris' lips.
"What is your pleasure tonight, My Lord," he whispered, and Kris sighed as Adam's teeth grazed his neck, nibbling, sucking. "What is it that you most desire?"
Adam was looking at him, his eyes a heady mix of wanton love. Kris smiled and caressed his cheek. "I have everything I desire right here," he said softly.
Something passed over Adam's face, a look of completion, of wonder. He laced his fingers with Kris' and kissed them softly.
With their foreheads pressed together, eye to eye, Adam whispered. "I love you."
He'd said it before, those three little words. And Kris had believed them. But he'd not yet said them back, always afraid that something would happen, that someone would wake him from the fantasy.
Adam had understood but laying there, Kris saw the hope in his eyes. He smiled and kissed him, the amazing man who had turned his life upside down. He owed him everything - and intended to give it all back somehow.
"I love you too," Kris breathed, "From the first time our eyes met and always. I love you."
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All of the air was forced from Adam's lungs. He'd been waiting, hoping that Kris would let down his guard and finally surrender his heart. Hot tears pricked the corner of his eyes but he didn't hide them or wipe them away. He let them say what he could not.
Kris tenderly tongued a tear away from his cheek and huffed a little laugh. "This is a night for celebration, not tears. Love me, Adam, make me come apart."
Kris' voice was low and raspy, and Adam shivered with desire. Chest tight with emotion he sucked Kris' lips, ran his tongue along the seam and moaned when Kris opened to him.
"You humble me," Adam breathed into his neck, kissing, sucking.
Kris shook his head, placing his hands on Adam’s cheeks. He pressed his lips to Adam’s rubbed them and then bit down, making Adam hiss.
“My love,” Kris breathed. "Take me, fuck me," Kris moaned into his mouth, wrapping his legs around Adam's waist.
Adam breathed out, whispering Kris’ name as he reached down to stroke his fingers over Kris' needy hole. He found it already slick, and moaned as he circled it. "What did you do?" Gently he pushed a finger inside, bending to suck Kris' nipples, his cock throbbing with desire.
"I snuck away, prepared myself," Kris whispered, blushing a little, gasping when Adam rubbed the head of his cock against his wet entrance.
Adam shuddered with the need to take, to claim. But he loved it when Kris begged for his cock, and he was suddenly in the mood to tease.
"So eager, Love. Tell me what had you so eager." Adam purred, pushing just a little bit, enough pressure to make Kris push down with his hips.
"Tell me what you need," he whispered against Kris's ear, rolling his hips. Kris' fingers dug into his shoulders, and Adam pulled back, smiling when Kris groaned.
"You know what I want."
"I want to hear you say it."
Kris wasn't shy in bed. Far from it, he was a wanton, and seemed to have no limits. But speaking, voicing his desires always made him blush. It was a limit that Adam dearly loved to push. He thrust a little harder and Kris hissed, tossing back his head.
"Give it to me," he breathed, rocking his hips.
"Need to be filled?"
Kris nodded.
"Need me inside?"
Kris groaned and whimpered when Adam pulled back, and then moaned when he pressed forward again.
"Then tell me, Kris. What do you need?"
"Fuck! Your cock. Your thick, hard cock," Kris groaned and Adam thrust inside, closing his eyes, holding on desperately to his control. So tight, so hot, Kris pulsed around him like a velvet vise.
He cried out, and moved his hips, whispering, "Fuck me, come on, Adam, every inch," Kris groaned, finally breaking with his need. Adam thrust deeper, Kris' words like sparks to their flame.
He pushed Kris' legs wider and then over his shoulders, bending him to reach his mouth. Wet, desperate for more, Kris sucked Adam's tongue and lips, biting down when Adam thrust at just the right angle.
“Adam, I…”
“Let it go, Love.” Adam gasped, feeling the heat curling down his tailbone and around his balls. “Let it go and come for me.” He grasped Kris’ cock in his hand and pumped his fist, jerking him off, thrusting harder.
Dumbstruck, Adam watched as Kris fell apart in his arms. Mouth open, eyes squeezed tightly shut, Kris threw back his head and cried out, come spilling over Adam’s hand and across their stomachs.
Adam touched his fingers to Kris’ lips and moaned when he sucked them, watching each digit disappear between his swollen lips. He sucked them, licked them clean and then begged for Adam’s mouth.
Hot and salty, Kris fed Adam the come from his tongue. And suddenly it was too much. With a final thrust, Adam came, spilling deep inside Kris’ ass. Pulsing around his cock, sucking his tongue, Kris moved his body, wringing every last drop of pleasure. Adam gripped his thighs, shaking, throbbing, and falling. Kris caught him as he collapsed and they laughed together, joy welling up in his heart.
The heat of Kris’ body, the rumble of laughter in his chest, Kris’ arms were solid and strong, his calloused fingers felt like kisses on his back. The moment hung like a portrait in Adam’s mind. He didn’t want it to end.
They had so much they wanted to accomplish together, so much they wanted to bring their people - unity, understanding and equality. It was going to be a long road. But Adam knew that with Kris beside him, it would always be a happy one.
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Adam was still inside him, semi-hard and comforting as they lay together. Kris was astride him, his body sated and heavy. The sun was coming up and Kris could feel it on his back, warm and peaceful.
“I should get up,” he said, his face pushed into Adam’s neck. But instead of moving he licked Adam’s salty skin, savoring, nibbling.
“I’d rather you do that.” Adam said with a huffed little laugh.
“Mmm, me too but if I keep doing this, someone is going to get fucked again…and I am not sure I can move,” Kris said, laughing with Adam. “And I’m quite certain that you are not ready for another round.”
Adam grunted in agreement and shifted a little uncomfortably. Kris smiled, remembering the look on Adam’s face when he let Kris inside - eyes full of sweet vulnerability he couldn’t hide. As he started drifting off to sleep, his stomach growled. Sleepily, he whispered, “Wonder if they have plums this morning.”
Adam laughed and wrapped his arms around him, warm, strong. ‘I will plant you a tree, so that there are always plums.”
Kris hooked the sheet with his toe and slowly brought it over them, sighing contentedly into Adam’s chest. “If you will feed them to me,” he murmured.
The room was silent, Adam’s breath, deep and even. Kris rubbed his thumb over Adam’s cheek, rough with stubble and closed his eyes with contentment as Adam whispered, “Always,” into his ear.
~Fin