Faraway, But So Close (Adam/Kris, misc pairings) Rated: R
Title: Faraway, But So Close (Chapter eight)
Author: xrazorbladesky and georgeegurl
Pairings/Character(s): Adam/Kris, Adam/Gabriel, Kris/Tommy, Kris/Sauli, past Adam/Sauli.
Warnings:Domestic violence, self-injury, character death(main character), suicide, Supernatural beings, major depression, alcoholism, non-con.(Highlight to read)
Rating: R
Words: 2,836
Summary: An unexpected "I love you" upsets Kris.
Notes: Talk of non-con in this chapter.
March 19th, 2016
Things seemed to get worse when it came to work. He had been in the recording studio for most of the night. Even after his band had gone home, he stayed to mess around with songs; to write. To just play around with some things. A few tracks. Still, he didn’t get much done. If it wasn’t his stumbling over words, it was his voice cracking. Or even missing a string on the guitar. Kris would take deep breaths. It would frustrate him. Every single time. It was to the point he would almost scream. If it wasn’t for Cale then Kris probably would have insisted that they run songs again. Cale had said it was getting late and he had to get home or his wife would kill him. And from there, everyone left him, one by one, leaving him there alone.
It had to have been close to eleven o’clock by the time he was in his car. His radio played softly in the background as he drove. There was nothing more than he wanted right now then a cold beer. It would kind of soothe him a bit. It would make him feel better than he did. He felt warn; exhausted to the point he could really feel it just by the way his back hurt or his eyes wanting to close, and his head constantly throbbing. Beer would make him go peacefully into slumber, resting like he hadn’t before. Sure. It didn’t really work before. Nothing really worked. He wasn’t sleeping. His mind just wouldn’t shut down. Something always ran through it. Constantly moving. Non-stop. It wasn’t like he was going to stop thinking. Of course not. Sleep wasn’t important.
Kris came to a stop at a streetlight. His hand went through his hair, gently gripping at the roots. He took deep breath as his head tilted just a little to peer out the window. Why did he have to get stopped? Why didn’t the light just change as he was approaching it? No. He wasn’t that lucky. As he looked out the window, he stared at a familiar place. He hadn’t been there there in sometime. Didn’t really plan to. Nor did he want to ring the doorbell and wait for it to be opened. Then he would have to explain why he was there. He just didn’t...The light changed and instead of going, he continued to sit there. His eyes just moving back and forth.
Somehow he found himself pulling off and parking his car. He had no idea why but he found himself walking up the stairs of the apartment complex and going right to the door. His hand came up to knock before he took a step back. Air was drew in as he took another deep breath, his head ducking and his hand moving back to rub at his neck. When the door opened he looked up.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Can we just not do this bullshit tonight?” Kris asked back. He really didn’t want to put up with it; couldn’t put up with it. “Let’s just pretend that we can co-exist in the same place. I just...I need a beer and I just don’t want to go home to an empty apartment.”
“You couldn’t go to Brad’s?”
“I was in the area.”
“Really, now?” Tommy raised an eyebrow, leaning on the door frame as his arms crossed in front of him. “You were in the area?”
“Yes. I was headed home...”
“And you decided to sto -”
Kris sighed. “I’ll leave. I’m sorry I bothered you. I won’t do it again and I’ll certainly won’t think that we can actually just --” he shook his head. God, this was a horrible idea. Stupid. He was so stupid. His body turned to leave and he started to walk away.
“Do you want a beer?”
“A beer?” Kris turned back. “Depends on if it’s been poisoned or not. “
“Oh yeah. Yes. It’s been poisoned. I’ve made it my life’s goal to make sure you don’t live past thirty two. So, why don’t you come in and drink a poisoned beer.” Tommy shook his head as he turned back, walking into the apartment.
Kris followed.
The apartment was spotless. It didn’t look as though Tommy had been living there at all since he’d gotten out of the hospital. That wasn’t surprising, he probably was sleeping most of the day. He could tell that he had sleep pants on and a regular t-shirt. There was something that kind of made him think that he just had been in bed laying down or even on the couch. His hair was in all directions, sticking up.
Tommy re-entered the living room carrying two beers. So much for staying sober. The two sat down on the couch awkwardly. This was a huge mistake. What were they going to talk about? Should they talk? Tommy probably thought he was losing his mind. Then again, Tommy couldn’t really say anything about that.
“Why are you here, Kris?” Tommy handed him the beer causally, “Are you here to mock me? Because I’m not going to take back what I said...”
“Calm down.” Kris said. “I’m not here to mock you. I just want to have a beer and not be alone for a change.”
“Well, I’m glad I can be there for you,” Tommy scoffed, taking a long drink of his beer. “When I needed you, when I didn’t want to be alone you pretty much told me to fuck off. Haven’t you learned anything from my hospitalization? I’m an unstable mess.”
“You didn’t really give me time to say anything about that.”
“Oh, like you would have dropped everything and come to comfort little old me? Me, who’d just seen....you know.” Tommy waved his beer out in front of him, and Kris flinched. “You think I’m going to hurt you?”
“No,” Kris shook his head. “No. I don’t think that.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. I don’t think that.”
“Huh,” Tommy moved closer to him. His beer bottle swayed a little more in his hand as he did and once again Kris moved back. It made Tommy make a little laugh. Geez he was creeped out so easily. How could he think that Tommy would actually harm someone? He wasn’t like a serial killer that stalked around looking for his next kill. “You’re scared of me?”
“No. Didn’t you hear me? I’m not scared whatsoever. I’m just...You’re kind of really close.” Kris looked up at him as he brought his beer up to take another sip of it. The bottle of beer just hanging there for a moment as he blinked up at him. Tommy looked back and it kind of sent shivers up his spine. “What are you looking at?”
“Nothing. Nothing.” Before he could even say another word, Kris watched as Tommy leaned closer. And closer, and well, closer. Then just like that, their lips were moving slowly up against either others.
March 19th, 2016 Part Two
Kris walked slowly up the pathway to his house. That wasn’t how he expected his night to go, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He really wanted to crawl into bed and have a good nights rest, but of course, he’d end up laying there for hours, tossing and turning.
He stopped dead in his tracks, finding a man sitting on his doorstep. It was Sauli. Wasn’t he supposed to be home in Finland?
Sauli approached him, a soft smile on his lips. Kris didn’t like this. “I have to talk to you,” he said.
“I thought you got everything out you wanted to say last time we saw each other. I’m exhausted, Sauli. I really want to get some sleep.”
Sauli looked up, and he reached his hands out hesitantly. Kris stayed very still. Could he have really come all the way from Finland for that? “Sauli, please don’t...”
“Kris, I...”
“No, really, I’m not in the mood.”
“I love you,” He blurted out.
Kris took a step back, staring at him. Did Sauli just say ‘I love you’? No, he couldn’t have. They didn’t have that kind of relationship. It was purely friends with benefits. They had talked about this many times. If either one of them started to develop feelings for the other, they would cut off contact with each other. Obviously, Sauli hadn’t done that.
“You need to go,” Kris said softly.
“No, please. We should talk about this -”
“We aren’t going to talk about anything. We made a promise that feelings were not going to be involved.”
“I did not understand what was happening until we stopped talking to each other.” Sauli argued, and Kris’ heart almost felt bad for him. Almost. “And then I -”
“And you what?”
Sauli nervously picked at the ends of his shirt. “I spoke with someone who said we would be good together. If we ever made up for the horrible things we said to each other.”
“We aren’t meant for each other, Sauli.” Kris said softly.
“But -”
“We just aren’t. Even if we tried, there is too much history between us.” Kris hoped he got the point across. What were people going to think if he dated Adam Lambert’s ex? They weren’t going to congratulate him, that’s for sure.
Tears came to Sauli’s eyes. “I guess that is it then. This is goodbye.”
March 19th, 2016 Part Three
Sauli drove for over an hour before he came to a hotel. He paid the lady at the front desk before heading to his room. He was just happy for some rest. A nice hot bath would really do him some well.
He almost forgot to take his clothes off before getting in. It was nice. Having the hot water relax him. Take some stress off of his shoulders.
That was something that he should have known. Kris was going to reject him. Just because he came all the way from Finland to tell him a huge secret didn’t make it romantic and it wasn’t going to make Kris fall head over heels in love with him.
“I’m sorry,” A familiar voice broke the silence. Sauli jumped out of his skin, and almost out of the bathtub. A transparent Adam sat on the toilet next to him. This was just - just what he needed, to be talking to a...ghost. “I didn’t expect you to do that.”
“What did you expect me to do, then?”
“Well, not confess your love to him. At least, not this soon.” Adam looked the same as last time. Sauli had seen him almost two weeks ago. He had to admit, it was stupid. He had to give himself a laugh; falling in love with the bi-curious American Idol. How fucking stupid.
How could Adam not be mad at him? Adam was in love with him as well. That was another reason why they broke up - and though he never said so, it had bugged him knowing that if Kris had magically said yes to Adam, he would have left. Now it bugged him that Kris had taken that hold over him. What was it about that guy? What was so special about him?
“Why are you not angry at me for loving him too?”
“There’s no time for me to be angry or to hate anyone anymore.” Adam said. “I am happy where I am now, as crazy as that sounds.”
“Now?” Sauli blinked, “I thought you were happy with Gabriel, was I wrong?”
“We were having some problems.” Adam replied, “But normal couple problems. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
Sauli really wanted to ask more questions about that night, but he knew if he did, Adam would disappear. Maybe Adam didn’t even remember what happened to him. He sort of hoped that was the case, he didn’t want to have Adam have to remember what happened to him. Sauli wouldn’t want to remember, whether it be dying in his sleep or a car crash.
If he was going to have an afterlife, he didn’t want to remember.
He reached up out of the tub, and tried to take Adam’s hand. It passed through his skin. It made him pulled back, resting his hand on the edge of the tub. Now, more than ever, he just wanted to touch him. He wanted Adam to hold him; to hug him.
Adam was good at that. Naturally, he was good at comforting people.
“Will you promise me something?” Adam whispered, his teeth seeming to go to bite at his lip. Sauli nodded. He was worried. The transparent Adam looked like he was about to cry. “If something doesn’t feel right. If someone isn’t treating you right, you won’t stay around.”
“What are you talking about -”
”Just promise me.”
Sauli nodded slowly. “I promise.”
January 30th, 2013
Tommy woke up with a pounding headache. It couldn’t be morning already, could it? It seemed like just had been stumbling into Adam’s house five minutes ago. He couldn’t believe they came home at all. After all, Adam was thirty-one now. He wasn’t up for staying out all night. Or he probably just wanted to get home to Gabriel, who for some reason, didn’t want to come out and celebrate with them. He doesn’t like large crowds, Adam had told him.
He carefully opened his eyes. The light was blinding. Maybe he would just sleep all day. He was sure Adam and Gabriel wouldn’t mind, they probably would spend all their time in the bedroom anyways.
“What’s he still doing here?” a voice hissed on the other side of the room. It was Gabriel. Gabriel didn’t seem to like him too much. He didn’t seem to like any of Adam’s friends.
“He’s just staying here fo-”
“Did I give my permission to have him even sit on the couch let alone spend the night on the couch?”
“Ga-”
“I want him out. I don’t need his drunk no good ass in my house.”
“He’s my friend,” he heard Adam say. “Why do I have to be all friendly around your friends and to your family but when it comes to my friends you’re so quick to downgrade them to shit. They’re not shit. They’re fantastic friends that have stayed behind me through thick and thin.”
“Did you just get smart?” There was some kind of edge to his voice that just rubbed him the wrong way, even with a fucking hangover. “Don’t get smart with me. Don’t you dare get smart with me Adam.”
“I-I’m n-not.”
Tommy stayed still, listening to it and there was something wrong. There was something in Adam’s voice that made him seem...it made him seem like he was...Adam Lambert was scared. There was fear in that voice that he heard. Actual fear. It kind of scared him. He was never the type of person to scare easily. He was always getting those scary movies at the movie store. Insisting that they got gorey ones, too.
“Yes, you are. Don’t do it again. Or you know what will happen. You don’t want your tight ass to be as worn out as it was the last time. You begged me to stop and I just kept going. As hard as I could. It had to been the best fucking I’ve ever had. Just pushing all that I had into you, hearing you kind of give that little squealing noise. It was a turn on. And you loved every bit of it. It turned you on just as it turned me on.”
“Ga-”
“Do you want me to fuck you right here in front of your friend? I can even drill his ass as hard as I would yours. Would that turn you on? Watching him be fucked by me?”
“N-No. No. Please don’t get him into this. Please. I’m sorry,” Adam said. “I’m sorry. I won’t let any of my friends come over h-here again.”
“Is that right?”
“Y-yes. Yes. I won’t let them come over. If they ask, I’ll make sure to avoid things. I’m sorry.”
“Do you love me?” He heard Gabriel’s voice grow softer. “You know that I do, right? You know that I love you?”
“I love you too.”
Author: xrazorbladesky and georgeegurl
Pairings/Character(s): Adam/Kris, Adam/Gabriel, Kris/Tommy, Kris/Sauli, past Adam/Sauli.
Warnings:Domestic violence, self-injury, character death(main character), suicide, Supernatural beings, major depression, alcoholism, non-con.(Highlight to read)
Rating: R
Words: 2,836
Summary: An unexpected "I love you" upsets Kris.
Notes: Talk of non-con in this chapter.
March 19th, 2016
Things seemed to get worse when it came to work. He had been in the recording studio for most of the night. Even after his band had gone home, he stayed to mess around with songs; to write. To just play around with some things. A few tracks. Still, he didn’t get much done. If it wasn’t his stumbling over words, it was his voice cracking. Or even missing a string on the guitar. Kris would take deep breaths. It would frustrate him. Every single time. It was to the point he would almost scream. If it wasn’t for Cale then Kris probably would have insisted that they run songs again. Cale had said it was getting late and he had to get home or his wife would kill him. And from there, everyone left him, one by one, leaving him there alone.
It had to have been close to eleven o’clock by the time he was in his car. His radio played softly in the background as he drove. There was nothing more than he wanted right now then a cold beer. It would kind of soothe him a bit. It would make him feel better than he did. He felt warn; exhausted to the point he could really feel it just by the way his back hurt or his eyes wanting to close, and his head constantly throbbing. Beer would make him go peacefully into slumber, resting like he hadn’t before. Sure. It didn’t really work before. Nothing really worked. He wasn’t sleeping. His mind just wouldn’t shut down. Something always ran through it. Constantly moving. Non-stop. It wasn’t like he was going to stop thinking. Of course not. Sleep wasn’t important.
Kris came to a stop at a streetlight. His hand went through his hair, gently gripping at the roots. He took deep breath as his head tilted just a little to peer out the window. Why did he have to get stopped? Why didn’t the light just change as he was approaching it? No. He wasn’t that lucky. As he looked out the window, he stared at a familiar place. He hadn’t been there there in sometime. Didn’t really plan to. Nor did he want to ring the doorbell and wait for it to be opened. Then he would have to explain why he was there. He just didn’t...The light changed and instead of going, he continued to sit there. His eyes just moving back and forth.
Somehow he found himself pulling off and parking his car. He had no idea why but he found himself walking up the stairs of the apartment complex and going right to the door. His hand came up to knock before he took a step back. Air was drew in as he took another deep breath, his head ducking and his hand moving back to rub at his neck. When the door opened he looked up.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Can we just not do this bullshit tonight?” Kris asked back. He really didn’t want to put up with it; couldn’t put up with it. “Let’s just pretend that we can co-exist in the same place. I just...I need a beer and I just don’t want to go home to an empty apartment.”
“You couldn’t go to Brad’s?”
“I was in the area.”
“Really, now?” Tommy raised an eyebrow, leaning on the door frame as his arms crossed in front of him. “You were in the area?”
“Yes. I was headed home...”
“And you decided to sto -”
Kris sighed. “I’ll leave. I’m sorry I bothered you. I won’t do it again and I’ll certainly won’t think that we can actually just --” he shook his head. God, this was a horrible idea. Stupid. He was so stupid. His body turned to leave and he started to walk away.
“Do you want a beer?”
“A beer?” Kris turned back. “Depends on if it’s been poisoned or not. “
“Oh yeah. Yes. It’s been poisoned. I’ve made it my life’s goal to make sure you don’t live past thirty two. So, why don’t you come in and drink a poisoned beer.” Tommy shook his head as he turned back, walking into the apartment.
Kris followed.
The apartment was spotless. It didn’t look as though Tommy had been living there at all since he’d gotten out of the hospital. That wasn’t surprising, he probably was sleeping most of the day. He could tell that he had sleep pants on and a regular t-shirt. There was something that kind of made him think that he just had been in bed laying down or even on the couch. His hair was in all directions, sticking up.
Tommy re-entered the living room carrying two beers. So much for staying sober. The two sat down on the couch awkwardly. This was a huge mistake. What were they going to talk about? Should they talk? Tommy probably thought he was losing his mind. Then again, Tommy couldn’t really say anything about that.
“Why are you here, Kris?” Tommy handed him the beer causally, “Are you here to mock me? Because I’m not going to take back what I said...”
“Calm down.” Kris said. “I’m not here to mock you. I just want to have a beer and not be alone for a change.”
“Well, I’m glad I can be there for you,” Tommy scoffed, taking a long drink of his beer. “When I needed you, when I didn’t want to be alone you pretty much told me to fuck off. Haven’t you learned anything from my hospitalization? I’m an unstable mess.”
“You didn’t really give me time to say anything about that.”
“Oh, like you would have dropped everything and come to comfort little old me? Me, who’d just seen....you know.” Tommy waved his beer out in front of him, and Kris flinched. “You think I’m going to hurt you?”
“No,” Kris shook his head. “No. I don’t think that.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. I don’t think that.”
“Huh,” Tommy moved closer to him. His beer bottle swayed a little more in his hand as he did and once again Kris moved back. It made Tommy make a little laugh. Geez he was creeped out so easily. How could he think that Tommy would actually harm someone? He wasn’t like a serial killer that stalked around looking for his next kill. “You’re scared of me?”
“No. Didn’t you hear me? I’m not scared whatsoever. I’m just...You’re kind of really close.” Kris looked up at him as he brought his beer up to take another sip of it. The bottle of beer just hanging there for a moment as he blinked up at him. Tommy looked back and it kind of sent shivers up his spine. “What are you looking at?”
“Nothing. Nothing.” Before he could even say another word, Kris watched as Tommy leaned closer. And closer, and well, closer. Then just like that, their lips were moving slowly up against either others.
March 19th, 2016 Part Two
Kris walked slowly up the pathway to his house. That wasn’t how he expected his night to go, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He really wanted to crawl into bed and have a good nights rest, but of course, he’d end up laying there for hours, tossing and turning.
He stopped dead in his tracks, finding a man sitting on his doorstep. It was Sauli. Wasn’t he supposed to be home in Finland?
Sauli approached him, a soft smile on his lips. Kris didn’t like this. “I have to talk to you,” he said.
“I thought you got everything out you wanted to say last time we saw each other. I’m exhausted, Sauli. I really want to get some sleep.”
Sauli looked up, and he reached his hands out hesitantly. Kris stayed very still. Could he have really come all the way from Finland for that? “Sauli, please don’t...”
“Kris, I...”
“No, really, I’m not in the mood.”
“I love you,” He blurted out.
Kris took a step back, staring at him. Did Sauli just say ‘I love you’? No, he couldn’t have. They didn’t have that kind of relationship. It was purely friends with benefits. They had talked about this many times. If either one of them started to develop feelings for the other, they would cut off contact with each other. Obviously, Sauli hadn’t done that.
“You need to go,” Kris said softly.
“No, please. We should talk about this -”
“We aren’t going to talk about anything. We made a promise that feelings were not going to be involved.”
“I did not understand what was happening until we stopped talking to each other.” Sauli argued, and Kris’ heart almost felt bad for him. Almost. “And then I -”
“And you what?”
Sauli nervously picked at the ends of his shirt. “I spoke with someone who said we would be good together. If we ever made up for the horrible things we said to each other.”
“We aren’t meant for each other, Sauli.” Kris said softly.
“But -”
“We just aren’t. Even if we tried, there is too much history between us.” Kris hoped he got the point across. What were people going to think if he dated Adam Lambert’s ex? They weren’t going to congratulate him, that’s for sure.
Tears came to Sauli’s eyes. “I guess that is it then. This is goodbye.”
March 19th, 2016 Part Three
Sauli drove for over an hour before he came to a hotel. He paid the lady at the front desk before heading to his room. He was just happy for some rest. A nice hot bath would really do him some well.
He almost forgot to take his clothes off before getting in. It was nice. Having the hot water relax him. Take some stress off of his shoulders.
That was something that he should have known. Kris was going to reject him. Just because he came all the way from Finland to tell him a huge secret didn’t make it romantic and it wasn’t going to make Kris fall head over heels in love with him.
“I’m sorry,” A familiar voice broke the silence. Sauli jumped out of his skin, and almost out of the bathtub. A transparent Adam sat on the toilet next to him. This was just - just what he needed, to be talking to a...ghost. “I didn’t expect you to do that.”
“What did you expect me to do, then?”
“Well, not confess your love to him. At least, not this soon.” Adam looked the same as last time. Sauli had seen him almost two weeks ago. He had to admit, it was stupid. He had to give himself a laugh; falling in love with the bi-curious American Idol. How fucking stupid.
How could Adam not be mad at him? Adam was in love with him as well. That was another reason why they broke up - and though he never said so, it had bugged him knowing that if Kris had magically said yes to Adam, he would have left. Now it bugged him that Kris had taken that hold over him. What was it about that guy? What was so special about him?
“Why are you not angry at me for loving him too?”
“There’s no time for me to be angry or to hate anyone anymore.” Adam said. “I am happy where I am now, as crazy as that sounds.”
“Now?” Sauli blinked, “I thought you were happy with Gabriel, was I wrong?”
“We were having some problems.” Adam replied, “But normal couple problems. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
Sauli really wanted to ask more questions about that night, but he knew if he did, Adam would disappear. Maybe Adam didn’t even remember what happened to him. He sort of hoped that was the case, he didn’t want to have Adam have to remember what happened to him. Sauli wouldn’t want to remember, whether it be dying in his sleep or a car crash.
If he was going to have an afterlife, he didn’t want to remember.
He reached up out of the tub, and tried to take Adam’s hand. It passed through his skin. It made him pulled back, resting his hand on the edge of the tub. Now, more than ever, he just wanted to touch him. He wanted Adam to hold him; to hug him.
Adam was good at that. Naturally, he was good at comforting people.
“Will you promise me something?” Adam whispered, his teeth seeming to go to bite at his lip. Sauli nodded. He was worried. The transparent Adam looked like he was about to cry. “If something doesn’t feel right. If someone isn’t treating you right, you won’t stay around.”
“What are you talking about -”
”Just promise me.”
Sauli nodded slowly. “I promise.”
January 30th, 2013
Tommy woke up with a pounding headache. It couldn’t be morning already, could it? It seemed like just had been stumbling into Adam’s house five minutes ago. He couldn’t believe they came home at all. After all, Adam was thirty-one now. He wasn’t up for staying out all night. Or he probably just wanted to get home to Gabriel, who for some reason, didn’t want to come out and celebrate with them. He doesn’t like large crowds, Adam had told him.
He carefully opened his eyes. The light was blinding. Maybe he would just sleep all day. He was sure Adam and Gabriel wouldn’t mind, they probably would spend all their time in the bedroom anyways.
“What’s he still doing here?” a voice hissed on the other side of the room. It was Gabriel. Gabriel didn’t seem to like him too much. He didn’t seem to like any of Adam’s friends.
“He’s just staying here fo-”
“Did I give my permission to have him even sit on the couch let alone spend the night on the couch?”
“Ga-”
“I want him out. I don’t need his drunk no good ass in my house.”
“He’s my friend,” he heard Adam say. “Why do I have to be all friendly around your friends and to your family but when it comes to my friends you’re so quick to downgrade them to shit. They’re not shit. They’re fantastic friends that have stayed behind me through thick and thin.”
“Did you just get smart?” There was some kind of edge to his voice that just rubbed him the wrong way, even with a fucking hangover. “Don’t get smart with me. Don’t you dare get smart with me Adam.”
“I-I’m n-not.”
Tommy stayed still, listening to it and there was something wrong. There was something in Adam’s voice that made him seem...it made him seem like he was...Adam Lambert was scared. There was fear in that voice that he heard. Actual fear. It kind of scared him. He was never the type of person to scare easily. He was always getting those scary movies at the movie store. Insisting that they got gorey ones, too.
“Yes, you are. Don’t do it again. Or you know what will happen. You don’t want your tight ass to be as worn out as it was the last time. You begged me to stop and I just kept going. As hard as I could. It had to been the best fucking I’ve ever had. Just pushing all that I had into you, hearing you kind of give that little squealing noise. It was a turn on. And you loved every bit of it. It turned you on just as it turned me on.”
“Ga-”
“Do you want me to fuck you right here in front of your friend? I can even drill his ass as hard as I would yours. Would that turn you on? Watching him be fucked by me?”
“N-No. No. Please don’t get him into this. Please. I’m sorry,” Adam said. “I’m sorry. I won’t let any of my friends come over h-here again.”
“Is that right?”
“Y-yes. Yes. I won’t let them come over. If they ask, I’ll make sure to avoid things. I’m sorry.”
“Do you love me?” He heard Gabriel’s voice grow softer. “You know that I do, right? You know that I love you?”
“I love you too.”