One Bad Idea - Part 6
Kris sat as far away from Adam as he could on the ride home from the club. It had been pure fucking torture after his outburst and telling Adam that he was, indeed, gay. The guy had pulled him back down to the dance floor and rubbed all over him with his leather clad body. It should be fucking illegal the way that man moved. Kris was hard as granite and mad as hell to boot. He wanted to kick Adam’s ass. Instead, he ignored him, not saying one word to the man the whole ride back to Adam’s place.
Once they were in the drive, Kris ran to the front door and then remembered that he didn’t have his key. He had to stand there and wait for Adam to open the door. He ground his teeth together and tried his best to ignore the heat of the man beside him. His face heated up as Adam stopped and looked him over as he unlocked the door.
"You know, I can help you out with that problem if you would like." Adam said softly as his hand brushed over Kris’s hard cock.
Kris hissed in a sharp breath. "I don’t think so."
As soon as the door opened, he was sprinting up the stairs to his room, slammed the door and locked it. He heard Adam stop outside his door and held his breath.
"Kris?" He heard Adam asked softly. He leaned his forehead on the door and could swear he heard Adam sigh before he heard the click of Adam’s bedroom door closing. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
He moved to his bed, jerked down his jeans and stroked himself off with thoughts of Adam’s hard body pressed against his. Once he was done, he cleaned up his mess and fell onto the bed.
"I have got to get laid and quick." He said out loud to the room. Only silence answered him.
Adam and Kris had danced around each other and neither of them had brought up the night out at the club. Kris was thankful and didn’t want to push his luck. He was even happier that Dane had called and set up tonight for them to have dinner together. His luck continued to hold out as Adam told him he was going to the studio to work and wouldn’t be back until very late.
He had plans for tonight since Adam wouldn’t be home.
He dressed in some comfortable slacks that Adam had made him buy and a nice soft Henley. He even went so far as to put on those damn shoes Adam had talked him into getting. He waited for Dane to come and pick him up. He was soo getting laid tonight. Oh hell yeah he was. He had to get those thoughts of Adam out of his head.
Dane was prompt, a plus in Kris’s book, he locked up the house and jumped in the car.
"Good to see you again, Kris. This your house?" Dane asked.
"Nah man, that’s Adam’s house." Kris shrugged.
Dane’s eyes got wide. "You sure you aren’t sleeping with him?"
Kris signed, "Why does everyone think that? No, I’m not sleeping with him. I have my own room. I’m his PA, not his fuck buddy."
Dane shook his head, "There’s something going on with you two, Kris."
Kris shook his head, "No, you’re wrong. But I’m hoping there will be something going on between us a little later." Kris gave Dane his best seductive look.
Dane’s face turned a tad pink and he cleared his throat. "Well, in that case, let’s get this evening started then."
Dinner was nice and Kris fell into a comfortable conversation with Dane. Dane asked him all about growing up in the south and Kris wanted to know what it was like to grow up in the city. Kris was so involved with Dane, he didn’t notice Tommy come in with a girl, nor did he notice that Tommy saw him with Dane and made a call on his cell.
Once dinner was over, the ride back to Adam’s home was a little awkward.
Dane finally cleared his throat, "Your boss won’t mind you bringing a date back to his house?"
Kris smiled at him, "No, he’s not home anyway. He’s working late tonight and didn’t need me with him, so we will have the place all to ourselves."
Kris could see the tension Dane had been holding leave, and did a happy dance inside. Dane wasn’t Adam, but he was nice and good-looking. He would do just fine for what he needed and what he needed was to be fucked, and not by Adam.
Once inside the house, Kris pushed Dane up against the door and kissed him hard. Dane opened up to him, kissing him back with just as much passion. He was just really getting into it when he was suddenly jerked back. A whimper of protest left him and then he was looking into angry storm blue eyes.
"Adam?" Kris whispered. He had never seen that look in Adam’s eyes before, it scared him.
Adam turned and looked at Dane. "Get out." It was said softly but there was no doubt that Adam meant it and would do what he needed to, to make it happen. "I won’t tell you again, Dane."
Dane wasted no time in leaving.
Still holding on to Kris’s shirt, Adam leaned in and locked the door. Turning his eyes back to Kris, he gave Kris a shake. "What the hell were you thinking hooking up with some dude you don’t even know?"
Kris could feel the fear and shock wearing off and the anger building. "What the hell do you care? And why the fuck are you home? And who the fuck are you to talk about hookups?"
But Adam was mumbling and pissed from the sound of it. "…come home to find my boy getting ready to fuck someone else. Bad enough Tommy saw you out with him…can’t believe this shit." He gave Kris another shake.
"Let me go Adam! What the fuck are you so pissed about? I can fuck who I want." Kris yelled.
Adam stopped with the mumbling and pressed him up against the door in the same place Kris had pressed into Dane. "You don’t bring men here. You don’t go out with other men. You don’t fuck other men, understand?"
Kris felt his face turn red and then he felt Adam’s hand on his cock.
"This," Adam squeezed, "this is mine. You need to get fucked, you tell me and I’ll fuck you."
Kris was stunned speechless. And then he wasn’t. He shoved against Adam but it was like trying to move a brick wall. "Fuck you Lambert; I’m not your property. I’ll fuck who I want, when I want. I needed to get laid, man. Living with you keeps me all tied in knots. Let me the fuck go!"
Adam didn’t relent; he rubbed Kris’ cock harder with the palm of his hand. "You’re mine."
"No!" Kris argued.
"Yes…" Adam hissed out.
Kris clamped his eyes shut and shook his head as his body betrayed him. His dick was all on board with being Adam’s but Kris knew that it would only be a short term thing if he gave in; Adam didn’t even like him much less want to keep him.
"No…" Kris protested, much weaker this time.
Adam squeezed his cock harder and pumped him through his kakis a few times. "Oh but yes…" Adam challenged.
Kris could feel his body giving in even as his mind screamed at him to run. He pushed on Adam’s chest again but Adam still wouldn’t release him. "Let me go…"
"Never!" Adam almost shouted, "Never…" Adam whispered softly in his ear as his lobe was nibbled.
Kris gasped and pushed at Adam again even as he rubbed his stiff cock harder against Adam’s palm. Adam was murmuring soft words in his ear as he licked and sucked on it.
"Wanted you so long….since I first saw you….all that fire you have….so hot…want you beneath me…"
Kris couldn’t make out all the words, some of them were spoken so breathlessly but he got the general idea. He was getting fucked by Adam if something didn’t change quickly. As that thought ran through his mind, he decided it didn’t matter, he wanted Adam, Adam wanted him and what the hell was he fighting it for? He would still make Adam work for it though, oh yes he would.
He pushed on Adam harder even as he ground into him more. "Adam, we can’t…this…ah…"
Adam smirked down at him and took his lips in a searing hot kiss. Kris was so stunned that he didn’t have time to close his mouth and make Adam work for his tongue. Adam was already sucking on it by the time Kris’s mind caught up with his body. He could do nothing but surrender to it, to Adam, and to the need that had been building between them from the beginning.
Kris whimpered when Adam’s hand left his cock but the whimper turned to a moan when he felt those hot hands slide his shirt up and touch his sides. Kris jerked his head to the side, releasing his lips from Adam. "No…we can’t…"
Adam pressed him even harder into the door, grinding into him, hard cock sliding against hard cock through their cloths as Adam spread his legs further apart. Kris couldn’t think, all the blood headed south and he tried half-heartedly to push Adam away for the final time and then….
He gave in and attacked Adam’s mouth with a ferocity that must have surprised the other man since he pulled back a little; enough to give Kris an advantage he hadn’t seen coming, so he took it. Before Adam could protest, Kris had him turned and pressed between the door and Kris’ body, hands fumbling with Adam’s belt.
"You want this?" Kris said, pressing fully into Adam.
"Yesss…" Adam hissed out, a snarl on his lips, a deadly gleam in his eyes.
"Prove it." Kris challenged.
Adam snorted, as Kris released his cock into his hand. "Isn’t that proof enough?" Adam shoved his cock deeper into Kris fist.
"No, I want to fuck you." Kris whispered it with deadly seriousness into Adam’s ear, the bit his neck hard. He knew that would leave a mark and he didn’t care.
Adam shoved Kris hard, making him let go of the hot cock in his hand as he stumbled back, eyes widened with shock.
"No one fucks me. I do the fucking." Adam was breathing hard like a stallion smelling a mare in heat.
A battle of wills ensued between them, standing there panting in their need, breath coming out in short, quick bursts.
"You want this?" Kris asked again, crossing his arms across his chest.
Adam rolled his eyes, but it didn’t hold its normal ‘fuck you’ intent. He simply looked down his hard cock, wrapped his hand around it and looked back at Kris with a smirk. "Seems like I do, wouldn’t you say?"
Kris smiled wickedly back at him, wiping the smirk from Adam’s face as he spoke, "Then let me fuck you."
Kris had no time to even blink before he found himself on the floor beneath a very angry Adam.
"You brought another man into this house, intending to fuck him while I’ve been waiting for you all this time? I think you need a lesson in manners."
Adam kissed the breath out of him and he found himself wondering again why he was fighting so hard against what he really wanted. He wanted Adam to own him, to control and conquer him. He needed it. Again he melted into Adam and surrendered. This time, he vowed not to change his mind.
Adam broke the kiss, giving Kris a chance to breath but it was short lived as he was bodily lifted over Adam’s shoulder and carried to the bedroom.
"Put me down, you damned caveman!" Kris smacked Adam’s ass but Adam only laughed as he threw Kris down onto his bed.
"There, you’re down." Adam started taking off his cloths, heat burning behind bright blue eyes that never left Kris’ brown ones.
"What are you doing?" Kris could hear his voice shaking.
"Proving how much I want this, how much I want you."
Adam stood before him beautifully and gloriously naked. Kris gulped. He had held Adam’s cock in his hand but now that he looked at it, his mouth watered. He wanted it in his mouth.
"Don’t you think you should get with the program?" Adam asked far too sweetly.
Kris licked his lips, pink tip of his tongue darting out then back in. "What?"
"Get naked, Kristopher."
"Oh, yeah, naked, right." Kris started taking off his clothes quickly but stopped at his underwear. "I’m still fucking you."
Adam laughed as he pounced. "Whatever…" he whispered as his mouth found Kris’.
Somewhere between the first kiss and the fourth one, Kris found that his underwear had disappeared and Adam was sliding two slickened fingers inside him. He couldn’t find the breath to protest, he could only fuck back onto Adams fingers, and it felt so good to finally have some part of Adam inside him. He wanted to cry out for more, but he was too lost in the sensations to be able to verbalize his need.
"Kris, please, can we stop fighting? Let me have you."
Kris moaned as Adam’s fingers left him and then sighed when he felt the blunt tip of Adam’s cock near his entrance. "Oh Adam…"
"Is that a yes?" Adam pulled back and slipped on the condom with a shaky hand.
Kris flipped Adam over quickly and impaled himself on Adam’s cock before Adam could protest.
"Fuck!" They both yelled together.
"So tight…" Adam moaned as he began fucking up into Kris.
Kris whimpered and found a rhythm with Adam as pleasure washed through him each time the head of Adam’s cock brushed over his prostate. "So…good…" Kris managed to pant out between breaths.
Adam sat up, wrapping Kris’s legs around him, as the moved together in unison. "…wanted you so long, so hot…"
Kris couldn’t make out all of what Adam was saying because he was too caught up in the sensations. He kissed Adam softly and then laid his head on Adam’s shoulder as they undulated against each other, his hard cock rubbing over Adam’s abdomen. He was so wired up; he knew that he wasn’t going to last long. He had wanted this far too much.
"Adam, please baby, I’m going to come."
Adam grunted, fucking him harder, "Right behind you babe. Come for me."
They rode the wave of pleasure to its crest and fell over very close together, Adam following Kris. They sat there, Kris wrapped around Adam, Adam’s arms holding Kris so tight he was sure to have bruises the next day; looking at each other. Then they started to laugh and Adam rolled them over to where they were still connected but on their sides facing each other.
"That was…" they both said at the same time and that made them laugh even harder.
Once the humor had faded, they were both left looking into each other’s eyes.
Adam broke the silence. "I’ve wanted you since I saw you that day at the record company."
Kris’ smile got brighter, "Yeah?"
"I thought you might be straight."
"I know."
"You let me think that, didn’t you?"
Kris sighed, "Are we going back to fighting?"
Adam kissed him. "No."
"Good, because I’m sleepy."
They both moaned as Adam’s cock softened enough to slide out of Kris. They were soon sound asleep, still wrapped up in each other.
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