Coming Home Pt. 3 Kradam Big Bang

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She had been waiting on Kris, right at the doors of the Temple, sitting on steps tapping her fingers against the top of her knees, humming a string of random notes to herself the way she always did when she was feeling impatient. Kris knew she hated to be kept waiting, and he was late - she would have to get after him when he got here. There were still things she had to do; her training wasn’t complete just yet after all. But she had more free time now that she was nearing the end of her training and fast approaching her own assignment.

They said not to think about it too much, to focus on your training and forget about what your future held. You couldn’t change the inevitable and thinking about it too much distracted from what was important. Allison had heard it said again and again. The Clerics did what they could to make sure the assignments were going to work, that was why Kris had gone for so long without an assignment, they were waiting for the right one.

Allison wasn’t completely sure the assignment Kris had gotten was worth waiting for, he saw the way he was so worried about it, unsure of how to care for Adam properly. Allison wished there was something more she could do for her friend - but it seemed an ear and the occasional joke was all she could give to him.

“Allison!” She looked up from her feet when she heard her name, and saw Archie running up to her. “Allison come on, you’ve gotta come.”

She frowned but she was on her feet without even thinking about it running toward her friend. “What, what happened.”

“An accident.”

***

The transport swayed slowly, gently back and forth, but the motion wasn’t comforting to Allison now the way it usually was. She felt stretched too then, wound tight but without the benefit of an eventual release.

It had been ages since she had left the Temple, and she’d never been outside the city. On any other day she might have been thrilled to watch the landscape slowly change, the large sprawling buildings of the city shrinking and slowly disappearing until there was only grass. Wide and stretching out farther than she would have imagined possible.

But she couldn’t focus on it, all she could see was Kris, Archie had taken her to the Healers. He was pale and those bright eyes full of laughter she loved so much wouldn’t open when she came into the room. It was like he was sleeping, it almost would have been peaceful to see if Kris hadn’t been so hurt. His face was red, one side all ready bruised and cut from broken glass.

It would take time to heal, she knew, but she hadn’t been prepared to see her friend looking like that, and now it was all she could see.

After what seemed like ages, she would never give Kris a hard time about keeping her waiting again after having made this trip herself, she finally arrived at her destination. Adam’s home was large, expansive - spreading out much larger than any one man, or any one man with a single companion truly needed. But then families of wealth rarely lived in places they actually needed.

She pushed aside her rude thoughts and rang the bell, and waited just long enough that she thought maybe Adam wasn’t there, before the door opened.

“Yes?”

“Um… Hi.” Allison guessed this would be Adam, Kris hadn’t said anything about anyone else living there. “Are you Adam?”

“Yes. Can I help you?”

“I … I’m Allison.”

“Allison?” She could see the confusion on Adam’s face as he turned her name over and she wondered if Kris had talked to Adam about her, he must have she decided.

“Kris’ friend.” She filled in just in case he hadn’t “From the Temple.”

“Oh yes… you know he went to see you today, he hasn’t gotten back yet.”

“I know he did.” She nodded; she was stalling, taking her time to keep from actually having to say the words out loud. “It’s Kris.” Allison could practically see the realization spread across Adam’s face, he looked stricken.

“What happened?”

“There was an accident.” She paused for a beat. “The transport he was on, it was hit … he’s with the Healers, but he’s not waking up. I just, I thought you should know. Someone should know.” Her voice hitched and it grew hard to speak, tears filling her eyes.

It was exactly the same as the last time, the same words that same feeling of realization and horror all curling inside him making his stomach churn with fear. Only now it was Kris, it was the one person he still had in his life, the one remaining tie he had to humanity.

He went with Allison back to the City, the landscape passing by unnoticed as they sped toward the City, Allison’s words replaying over and over in his mind. It’s Kris. There was an accident. As soon as she had said Kris’ name Adam had known he was dead. It was Allison delivering the news this time instead of the family executor, but it would be the same outcome.

But Kris wasn’t gone, at least not from what Allison had told him. But she had gotten near hysterical toward the end - he needed to talk to the Healers to know for sure what was happening with Kris. To know that he would be all right. He hated these transports. For all their advances one would think something as simple as transportation would be safe, but Adam had learned not to trust it.

It turned out the Healers weren’t able to tell him much more than what Allison had all ready given him. Kris was unconscious, and they weren’t sure why, but he wouldn’t wake. And so they were making him comfortable, monitoring his health, and keeping him for observation until he woke again. Adam heard the unspoken if in their words. But he refused to listen to that sort of talk.

He’d lost so much all ready he couldn’t lose Kris as well.

And so he sat with Kris, there beside his bed, in one of the most uncomfortable chairs he’d ever had the opportunity to use, watching over him. Allison was there as well; she sat with him for hours that first night, until the Healers had come in and tried to tell them both they would need to leave. But Adam would not budge, Allison did leave though - she had things to take care of at the Temple, but she would be back she’d promised him before disappearing for the night.

He sat in silence, just watching Kris, waiting for some sort of sign, something that might show him that Kris was coming back, that all of this wasn’t just a waste of time, that Adam hadn’t lost his tie to the world just yet. Not when things were still so strange between the two of them.

All he could do was sit there and watch Kris, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the way his eyes fluttered beneath their lids, and the way he didn't move at all. It was almost like Kris was sleeping - like everything was fine, the picture was ruined though by the bandages on his forehead and arms. And Adam hated seeing them there on Kris, the way they changed the look of him so significantly. He hadn't realized how something so small could change him so significantly and yet the difference was obvious.

"You should talk to him." Allison had told him one morning, she was there almost as often as he was, but she had responsibilities. Classes and training at the temple no doubt, but Adam hadn't asked - he'd been grateful for the company she gave him though, even if he didn't know how to act around her. She was Kris' friend, and he could see the pain she felt seeing her friend so hurt just looking at her. Very nearly the same sort of pain he felt himself looking at Kris laying there.

What was supposed to have just been a few hours had turned into a day, the Healers said that they didn't know what the problem was, that Kris should have been awake. All they could say was the longer he stayed like this, the longer he refused to wake the less likely it would be that he'd come back. Adam had told them to leave after that, yelled at them, thrown papers - the sheer physicality of his reaction to those words had surprised him later. When had Kris come to mean so much to him? HE couldn't have said for certain. All he knew was that he needed Kris, even if all they ever did for the rest of their lives was tiptoe around conversations with one another.

Maybe it was when Kris had touched him, the night Adam had leaned into Kris' sure fingers and let the tension slip out of him until there was nothing left. Maybe it had happened later that night when he'd wrapped himself around Kris and held him close and slept through the night for the first time since he'd gotten the news about his family. Or maybe it had happened before then, the day he'd worried about Kris after he'd disappeared. He didn't know for certain, all he knew was that he needed Kris - just like the Clerics had known he would - it had just taken time for him to see that. To admit the truth to himself.

Kris had tried so hard from the beginning, to figure out what it was Adam needed - it was why they made assignments in the first place - something was missing, he needed something; he needed something he wasn't getting, and wouldn't get without Kris' help. He'd bristled against that when he'd first gotten news that an assignment had been made. He didn't need help - he was living his life, and he wasn't hurting anyone, why did it matter that he spent all his time holed up in his family home forgetting the life he'd always wanted? It hadn't. Not at first, all that had mattered was that Neil and his mother were gone. It hurt too much to think about anything else.

It was so easy to blame himself, to take responsibility for their deaths. And now here he was again blaming himself.

When Allison left the second night, Adam started talking to Kris. He told him these things, how he blamed himself, for his brother, his mother, and now Kris. How he wouldn't survive if Kris didn't come back. How he missed the life he used to have, but to go back to it? It was like spitting on his mother and Neil, like what had happened to them didn't matter. All that mattered was him and what he wanted - just like before. He'd left them behind and it had gotten them killed.

He told Kris about his life, about life in the city, about Brad - that love he thought he'd had only to see it all disappear when things got too hard. But he'd pushed Brad away too, even before everything. He told Kris things he'd never told anyone else. He talked most of the night until he drifted to sleep.

***

"You're going to have a crick in your neck if you stay like that much longer." Allison woke him, after what was not nearly enough hours. And Adam jerked awake, pulled hastily out of a quickly forgotten dream to see that Kris hadn't changed at all. "How long have you been here?" She gave him a glance to take stock of him. Adam didn't even want to think of how bad he must look.

"Since you left." And she would know, he hadn't left at all. He'd been there with Kris since Allison had come to fetch him.

Allison shook her head. "Stand up." And she gave him a look when he opened his mouth to protest, "Do not make me say it again." She warned him, and Adam slowly got to his feet. She was right about his neck it seemed, gone were the days when he could pass out anywhere he found himself and feel fine a few hours later. "Now you are going to go downstairs and get something to eat, have some coffee and something to eat - and then you'll be allowed to come back."

At least she seemed to know better than to try and tell him to leave entirely. Because that wasn't happening until Kris woke. He'd have to see about some clothes or something though, and he wondered if any of his old friends might be able to do that for him. He pushed the thought out of his head though, told himself Kris would wake today and extra clothes wouldn't be something he had to worry about.

"You'll stay here?" He had to check though before he could leave.

Allison rolled her eyes at him. "Of course, I'm not leaving him alone, no go and eat before I have to start getting mean."

He huffed out a soft laugh, scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck and nodded, before he left the room, looking back just long enough to see Allison sitting in the chair he'd just abandoned taking Kris' hand in hers as she began talking to him. He didn't stay to listen, he just left.

The halls were cold and stark, much like the room where they had Kris, and Adam moved slowly, lost in his thoughts as he moved without thinking until he some how managed to make it downstairs and got himself something to eat just like Allison had told him. He ate without tasting and burnt his tongue on the coffee - too hot, and tasting not quite right. He'd gotten used to it the way Kris made it for him each morning.

And when it was all gone Adam was on his feet again heading back upstairs, without looking at anyone or pausing to even look at himself. He paused just outside the door of Kris' room looking in through the window. Allison was still in the middle of whatever one sided conversation she had started with Kris, laughing while she spoke - like Kris was an active part in the conversation only she could hear.

He knocked once before he pushed open the door, just enough to give her a warning if she wanted to change the subject since he was back. Allison narrowed her eyes at him. "Did you really eat?" He asked him while she looked him over, like she could really tell if he'd eaten or not just by how he looked - and maybe she could - he didn't really know for sure, maybe it was something they taught at the Temple.

"Yes, I ate. You can go down and ask if you really want." He wasn't about to argue about whether or not he'd eaten with someone who looked too young to be able to look at him with such severe glances.

"Fine." She didn't move from his chair though, and so Adam pulled up a chair on the opposite side of the bed, leaning back slightly, feet kicked out in front of him, stretched out under Kris' bed.

"Have you been talking to him?" Allison asked, Adam who may or may not have been dozing took a moment to wrap his mind around the question and nodded. "A bit yeah." He nodded.

"What do you say to him?"

He was surprised at the question, and he shrugged. "I dunno, things I never told him about before - stories I think he'd like to hear."

"He said you two don't talk about some things, that he never really knows how to talk to you." Adam wasn't surprised that Kris had told Allison some of the problems he'd been having - he had made himself a problem after all. But he didn't know what to say to that statement; did she want him to agree with her? Or was she looking for something else? Adam didn't really know for sure.

"It was hard, at first, talking to him. I never talk to anyone, not for a few years at least - seemed strange to start talking to a stranger about things I'd never even talk about with people who were my friends." He shrugged; surprised he'd managed to say even that much to Allison who was even more a stranger than Kris had ever been. He didn't know her and she would be gone with this was all over. She didn't owe him anything after all. And yet he was glad she was there, she was easy to talk to and it was obvious she cared for Kris as much as, if not more, than he did.

And that couldn't be bad.

"I can understand that." She nodded, looking thoughtfully at Kris. "You know he waited for years for an assignment." She told him. "They thought about not giving him an assignment at all it had been so long that he'd gone without one. They used to talk about maybe having him start teaching some classes of his own." She shook her head like she couldn't really believe it.

"It would have been a terrible loss, and not just for you." She gave him a wry smirk. "Kris was made for this, I've never seen anyone take to the training the way he did, and he was there a few years before me of course, but you could just see it in him. He gives that line about helping his brother and all that - which yeah maybe that's what got him in the first place, but Kris feels right doing this." Adam started to feel like a heel as she went on, thinking about how much he'd denied Kris the opportunity to do his job, since he brought him home with him that day. What Kris must have been missing.

"All he wants is to make sure you're okay, I bet even now he'd be more worried about you than himself." She smiled fondly at her friend, her thumb tracing an invisible pattern on the back of his hand. "Maybe you could give him a break when this is all over." She didn't look at Adam as she spoke, just continued watching Kris. "Just let him make you happy, that shouldn't be so hard, should it?"

Adam could hear the question in her voice, like she was worried about what her own future held. And why shouldn't she? The rest of her life in the hands of men who thought they knew best, that would scare the fuck out of Adam - but he'd never worried about it and he still ended up with them meddling in his life.

Allison stood up after a few minutes of shared silence. "I have to go…classes." She explained. "Talk to him, he'd want to hear your voice. I'll be back later tonight, you better have eaten something before I get back or I'll have the Healers kick you out." She warned him before she patted his shoulder once and then disappeared.

The silence that filled the room weighed heavily on Adam's shoulders, he didn't like the way it wrapped itself around him and held him tightly. Allison had told him to talk to Kris.

***

One day turned into two, and then into three. Adam had managed to get some clothes, and even ducked out for a shower, but hadn't actually left since Kris had come in - he couldn't tear himself away from Kris, not yet. Not until he was awake again.

Healers had come and gone, checking Kris over for any change, but they didn't talk to Adam again, not after his outburst that first day. Not unless they had something significant to tell him - and they never did.

He and Allison took turns sitting with Kris, sometimes sitting together, talking to each other, talking to Kris together. And Adam was always there alone at night, just him and Kris; the Healers left them alone at night, their rounds picking up early in the morning. But for several hours Kris was just his. Like it was supposed to have been from the beginning. It was wrong now though. It didn't fit right, the way it should have.

It was there in the dark of night that Adam started to sing. The words to long forgotten songs coming back to him, as he pressed his face into his hands and hummed just the melody to start. Slow and disjointed, connected only in his mind until the words came, tying everything together in a simple harmony. It had been ages since he'd let himself sing anything, he used to always have a song with him, carrying it around humming it through out the day, humming in the shower. That he was able to so thoroughly block it all after was something that should have been depressing if it didn't hurt so much to think about.

He let himself focus on the lyrics, words he'd written years ago, and just let them fill the room and push away the darkness.

It was all darkness, there was nothing, nothing but floating. Kris wasn’t even aware of himself honestly, just the nothing that surrounded him that wrapped itself so thoroughly around his brain and had pulled him down so deep. He wasn’t ever going to see the sun again. Kris could feel it - it was too far above him, too far to reach again, he’d never see its face again. Feel it’s warmth against his skin - all there was here was nothing.

It surrounded him, pushed him down deeper into it and wrapped him up until Kris forgot there was anything but darkness in the world. Memories and feelings all gone replaced by darkness and quiet. Just floating.

But then there was something, the darkness was pierced; it took Kris time to understand it - to picture a world with something more than just this.

It was warm, and Kris turned his face toward it - letting the feeling of it wash over his face and remind him of what that was like. Warmth instead of cold, light instead of dark. It slowly grew in intensity, what started out as a dull pulse in the dark became something more, something living breathing until it began to push the darkness away. And slowly Kris was enveloped by warmth instead of cold and he lived in a world of sensation instead of nothingness.

And the further the feeling wrapped itself around him the easier it was for Kris to make sense of it. To put a name to it - Music

Music, soft and sweet, and achingly gorgeous and it filled him with a longing for more of it. He wanted to reach for it, to pull it close and feel it in his chest and let it inform his being now, something anything but darkness again. But his arms didn’t work right, they wouldn’t move when he told them - wouldn’t reach out the way he needed to.

But the Music flowed over him, washed away the darkness until there was none of it left, until it had him fully cocooned inside its sweet melodies. And he let it carry him, getting lost in it, in the same way he’d gotten lost in the darkness. But this didn’t steal the rest of his senses - it didn’t keep him captive, instead it freed him.

“You look awful.” Kris’ voice was hoarse, and he blinked slowly until Adam came into focus. He sat there beside him, face pressed into his hands. His clothes were a mess, and his hair was almost worse. It looked like he hadn’t slept in days, maybe he hadn’t even eaten in that time. And Kris wondered if there had been anyone to watch over him.

The shocking blue eyes that met his flooded with relief, an expression he never thought he’d see Adam wear. “Stars … you’re… I’m not dreaming am I?”

Kris shrugged, not sure how to answer that. “I don’t think you are, but if this was a dream would I know it?”

“Maybe.” Adam agreed nodding, and he reached out taking Kris’ hand in his, like he was afraid this wasn’t real. Kris didn’t know what to think, Adam hadn’t wanted him in the beginning, he’d been a burden, something to shoulder, and they’d slowly built something like a friendship, but nothing that would have required this sort of a response. “I didn’t … they weren’t sure if you’d wake. There was an accident, when you went to see Allison.”

It all came rushing back to him as he was pushed further into wakefulness. The transport the accident, the grinding crash of metal and glass, and the way the darkness had wrapped him up. “I remember some of it.” Kris nodded; he might have preferred not to remember it though.

“Allison told me.” Kris lifted his hand to the collar he had worn since the assignment was made, they would have contacted Adam, but who would they have sent? Someone who didn’t know him, who knew how they would have given the news.

“How long ago?” Kris asked, licking his lips and wishing for something to drink - but there was nothing to be seen.

“It’s been four days.” Four days? That didn’t seem possible. “Stars I didn’t think…. I mean, you just, you can’t do that to me again.” Kris could see there was more Adam wanted to say, but he wasn’t about to push it, instead he juts nodded.

“I won’t.” It wasn’t really a promise he could make, but he could see Adam needed him to say it despite that.

And then Adam was on his feet, sitting on the side of the bed, and leaning down to press his lips against Kris’. It wasn’t the sort of kiss shared by lovers, or even the kiss shared by friends - this one was filled with all the pain Adam had gone through in the last four days, the worry, the anger. Kris felt all of that as Adam pulled him close and kissed him. “Never again,” he repeated, leaning his forehead against Kris’. “You understand me.”

“Yeah.” Kris nodded; he’d do what he could to never see Adam like this again.

“Kris!” The shout of his name had Adam jerking away from him and moving back to the chair he’d just recently vacated. And none too soon before Allison was jumping up into his place to wrap her arms around him, not at all gently.

“Ow, ow.” He winced and at the same time pushed Allison off him. “Careful.”

She looked properly abashed but grinned, and then smacked his arm - where thankfully he had remained uninjured up to that point. “You ever scare me like that again, Kristopher.” She warned him glaring now, though she couldn’t hold the expression for long.

“I know, I know. I’ve all ready promised not to do anything like that again.” He assured her with a small smile. “So don’t start in on me.” She grinned and turned to Adam smiling for another moment. “Well I think the Healers would be happy to know you’ve thought better of dying, so I’ll leave you two alone for a short while before I fetch them.” She winked at Kris before she was gone from the room again just a moment later, leaving Kris feeling just a bit dazed about the whole thing.

“She was… very helpful through all of this.” Adam explained seeing the look on Kris’ face. “I can see why you like her.”

Things back home were different than before. The accident had left its mark forever on their relationship. And there were times Kris wondered if things would have turned out the way they did if it had not been for those days he had spent unconscious. He would forever be grateful to Allison for her help with Adam, but most of all he would be thankful for Adam finally opening up to him.

It took time of course, no one could expect miracles after the sort of life Adam had lead, but they found a way that worked for them - a way that didn’t involve tiptoeing around invisible lines, their conversations flowed freely over any sort of topic that the might like to talk about. Adam told Kris about his family, and Kris told him about his training, and they were even able to put some of that training to proper use.

There were easy touches, and music filled the house again.

Three months after the accident, Adam had decided to move. He would keep the family home, of course, but he missed the city. And Allison was becoming a regular visitor at the house - it made sense to move into the city again. The place where all his dreams had been and try a second time for the life he’d wanted for himself. It wouldn’t be the same, nothing ever could be, but it could be something new with Kris’ help.

“Leave those for later.” Kris looked up from where he’d been preparing to wash the dishes at Adam’s words. “Come out here.” Adam extended a hand in invitation to Kris pulling him out onto the balcony to look at the stars.

They weren’t as bright here in the midst of the city lights, but they were no less beautiful, he pulled Kris against his chest so they could both look up together. Soon though Adam became distracted, the feeling of Kris’ body against his, and he had learned over the last six months just how responsive Kris could be for him. It was something he loved, and Kris never failed to delight him with his reactions.

While Kris continued looking up, Adam pressed a hand flat against his stomach, pressing him back with just the slightest bit more pressure while he dropped his lips to that point where Kris’ neck met his shoulder. The sharp intake of breath was the only indication Kris gave that he enjoyed what Adam was doing now. Adam smiled knowingly against the skin, trailing lips teasingly over the skin that revealed itself to him slowly.

"If you wanted this you didn't have to lure me outside to show me the stars." Kris' tone was teasing, but Adam could hear the low undercurrent of desire there all ready. It took so little to wring a response from Kris.

"Maybe I wanted you to see them first." Adam murmured against Kris' neck, teeth bared and scraping thin lines along pale skin, there was just enough light that Adam could watch the trail of red bloom on Kris' skin.

"I've seen them." Kris leaned back against Adam, licking his lips.

"Good."

Adam liked taking his time, liked watching Kris slowly fall apart. In the beginning he'd been worried that all of this was just part of his training, that Kris could respond so eagerly only because he'd been trained to. But after all the times they'd done this, seeing how much Kris wanted it each and every time - Adam knew he couldn't fake this. Kris was just too bad a liar to manage that.

It was easy with Kris, after Adam stopped being so hung up about the whole thing, it was easy to be with him. Just like it had been easy to talk to him from the start. Once Adam stopped trying to hold everything back, everything he so wanted to share but felt like he couldn't, once he broke down the walls, it was only ever easy.

He let his hand slide lower, pressed flat against Kris' stomach and working its way down, until his fingertips dip beneath the fabric of Kris' jeans, pushing lower until he's covering Kris' cock. Feeling him all ready hardening, thick and warm in his hand.

"Adam." The words were a plea from Kris' mouth, and Adam could feel the way he didn’t know if he should press into his hand or lean back into him. Like he wanted both but couldn't decide which he wanted more.

Adam chuckled, low and dark "I've got you." He promised, "always got you, baby. Reach out and grab the rail for me." Adam licked his lips and watched the way Kris moved so eagerly for him, like all he wanted was to do what he was asked. "That's right; arch your back for me." Adam nodded, directing Kris, though he didn't need it, until he was just how he wanted him. The move was practiced though, Kris knew how to angle his body just right, how to arch his back and press his hips back, how to tilt his neck and spread his legs so that Adam was incapable of resisting him.

He didn't waste time teasing Kris, not tonight - maybe another night, when he had more patience, but seeing Kris like this, Adam just couldn't keep it up. He pulled at Kris' jeans pushing them down just enough until they stopped midway down Kris' thighs. It was enough though, for now - later when they were in bed, he'd want Kris naked. Bare skin, smooth and pressed against his own, but not now.

Adam could just picture Kris, the look on his face, the way he would be biting his lip just waiting, trying not to beg. He would before it was over of course, Adam always managed to wring it out of him, but for the moment Kris held back.

Slicking up a finger without preamble Adam slid it between those pert cheeks pressing against Kris' opening. "Open for me." He breathed against the back of Kris' neck, tongue tracing lines against the skin there while he eased first one finger into Kris, working it in and out slowly, and then a second. "You want another? Or are you ready for me?"

"Fuck me… stars please." He could see the way Kris was biting his lip now, he'd turned his face toward him as he spoke. Adam never liked making Kris wait, not when he asked so nicely.

A few quick strokes of his cock to slick himself and Adam had replaced his fingers with the blunt head of his cock. And with firm insistent pressure he entered Kris. One hand gripping himself the other on Kris' hips as he pushed into him. "Stars, so tight for me. Always so tight."

Kris' mouth was open wide in a silent Oh of pleasure as Adam filled him, and only when he had bottomed out did Adam grip Kris' hips with both hands. And he started to drive himself relentlessly into Kris, feeling the way Kris opened for him, took him in again and again all the while gasping out his pleasure in the act.

The sight of it was always enough to send Adam hurtling toward the brink far too soon, but in combination with the sounds Kris made and the eventual pleading of Oh Stars, oh please, oh fuck, please Adam please, please, please, please, please was enough to send any man to the edge before he was truly ready, and Kris managed it every fucking time.

"Look at the stars." Adam leaned in, his breath hot against Kris' ear, a hand leaving Kris' neck to rest against his throat, angling his neck up so that he'd look where Adam wanted him to. "Now come, come for me, Kris." Adam bit at Kris' neck, the sharps of his teeth biting into smooth skin, making Kris cry out and clench around him, coming hard simply because Adam told him to. And it only took one, two, three, and four more thrusts for Adam's hips to stutter in their movements and drive himself home once more before he was flooding Kris. His body wracked with the last few shuddering breaths of his orgasm, until Adam couldn't keep himself up and he had to lean forward one arm alongside Kris' on the railing and his forehead pressed against Kris' shoulder.

***

Later, in bed, Adam wrapped himself around Kris, pulled him close and breathed in the scent of soap after their shower, and that underlying scent of his Kris. This was what he had been missing.

Not the sex, and not the talking, not even the music, but it was this. This place here at the end of the day, where he could come and know he was safe. Where he knew he could just simply be. Where he was home.

He hadn't wanted Kris in the beginning, in fact, he told himself he hated the very idea of having Kris in his house, but what he hadn't realized then was what Kris would bring to him. What Kris would give to him as he grew to know him better.

Adam pressed his lips to the mess of brown hair just beneath his chin, and tucked Kris against his body for the night. Knowing this was home.

End

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